Chapter 15
By Hdogg
Told by Stuart Derhund
Saving Deckard Cain
Note: I'm gonna start from where Stu left Mo and Aly. Hope you don't mind. This story is like gonna take forever…All well. ^_^ Tis fun to write.
Disclaimer: Blizzard Ownz All! But me and my friends and a few characters in here. ^_~
Onward to Victory!
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I crept around behind a battered building. 'Now, why do I have to save the old chap…Why can't the girls do it…But of course I'd be of no use against the monster.' I shook my head and watched the Vile Hunters or whatever those hideous things were. I put my hand against the wall. The charred wall brushed away easily when I ran my hand over it.
"A plan to save Cain. That's what I need…but to get one. Now that's a problem that needs to be solved soon." I whispered to myself.
Cain hung high above the ground in a tiny, bamboo cage. I shook my head. It was going to be a task to get the old man out of there. The vile creatures finally left the old man alone. Shouts and screams were resounding though out the camp. I guessed that my comrades were having fun fighting those vile creatures.
I quickly sneaked over to Cain. There was a rope that controlled the cage going up and down. The rope was tried in a knot on the pole.
"Knots…I despise those things." I grumbled to myself. I studied the knot very closely. It was rather complicated but not even a match for my intelligence. I very rapidly untied the knot and the cage came on plummeting down. Almost upon me, if I may add.
"Bloody hell!" I shouted, dodging the speeding cage and grabbing the rope to slow the rapid fall. Unfortunately though, I was a great deal lighter then the cage. I went up quicker then a shooting star. I hit my head on a rod that extended from the main pole too. I cursed heavily. I grabbed the rod above my head and let of the rope. The rope fell to the ground and I looked down.
"I really hate this job…" I was, at least, twenty feet above the ground. I hung in the air for a moment before I got the notion in my head to move and get down. I climbed across the rod and swung onto the pole. I slid down the pole and hit the ground with a thud. "I'm never volunteering for this kind of job again. Mo can do it herself." I got up and straight my leather vest.
I had suited myself with a sleeveless black leather vest and dark blue, silky pants. I wore newly fashioned heavy boots that were a dark purple and a steel helmet that sometimes fell over my eyes and blinded me. I held a dagger that was very interesting looking with its runes on the blade. I still need to decipher those too. I also had a plain old wooden shield. My friends say that my outfit looked rather weird but I happen to like it. Kind of like my red and green plaid shirt, blue bow tie, and beige pants thing that I arrived in.
I cautiously walked over to the bamboo prison. A bundle of fabric moaned from inside the cage. I sighed and mumbled to myself, "Guess I better get the old chap out of there." I looked for a catch on the prison to open it. There wasn't one though. "Bloody hell..." I grumbled. I tapped on the cage.
Cain looked up at me. His gaunt eyes darted feverishly back and forth. "Don't touch me, you vile creature." His voice rasped. His huddled form was in the corner farthest away from me.
"Deckard Cain, I am Stuart Derhund. A Necromancer. I am here to save you." I wisphered glancing about me. I had a feeling those inhumane brutes would be back soon. I fumbled around the cage, trying to figure out how it opened. I heard bones crunch under weight of something big. "Damn it." I struck the cage with my dagger. It didn't ever leave a dent. Either there was a curse on it or I was very weak.
I looked around and saw an axe laying on the ground, near the cage. "Well, that may help." I quickly picked up the axe. I stuck my knife into a small scabbard that was on my belt and took the axe into both hands. "Least it's not heavy." I swung high and bought down the axe on the cage. A crack appeared on the bar I had struck. The blow though jarred my sense. I struck again and again. After my fifth blow, the bar gave away. There was now a hole on the top of the cage. "Take out one more bar and you're home free, sir." As I hacked away at the prison, I didn't notice the advancing danger.
The Vile Lancers had returned with their friends, the Carvers Shamans and the Skeletons. Without warning, a fireball buzzed past my head. At first I thought it was Mo playing one of her stupid tricks on me but when I turned around from my work, with the axe in my hands, I saw the small army that lay before me.
"Bloody hell! Where'd these things come from?" I yelled. I startled the some of the skeletons but the other contemptible creatures just looked at me with hollow, blank expressions. "Well, since there's no Griswold, perhaps I can summon stuff to fight for me." I mumbled to myself. Carcasses lay all around me, waiting to be used for my skeletons. I summoned five warrior skeletons. They stood in front of me and by my side, ready for action. Then I summoned my clay golem. The lovely monsters took the notion in their defiled heads to attack him.
While the vile creatures hacked away at my clay golem, I hacked away at the bamboo prison. My skeletons watched my back as bamboo chips flew around me. The top finally broke away. I dropped the axe. I was breathing heavily from all the swinging. My arms ached too.
I wisphered to Cain, "Come on. We got to get out of here."
Cain's wise eyes looked at me, "Necromancer, Thank you." He pushed himself up and made a feeble attempt trying to get out of the cage.
"Let me help you." I lent a hand to the Horadric Mage. He took it gratefully. Once he was out of the cage. I took out a Town Portal.
"Hold on, young Necromancer. I need to retrieve a precious artifact from my old house." He said, preventing me from opening my Town Portal. I nodded. Cain picked up a Gerald Staff from off the ground. He frowned. "I guess this old thing will have to do until I find mine." He started walking towards an almost intact house. Only the roof was broken up. I followed behind him. My skeletons covered our backs. We entered the building carefully for the walls looked unsettle in many places. Cain walked into a room separate from the main room. He tabbed a device on a shelf and it dissolved, revealing a passageway. He motioned me to stay where I was and entered alone into the dark passageway. I didn't have to wait long for he reappeared with two ancient tombs in one hand and an old, old staff in the other. "Now open the portal, young one." I nodded and opened the swirling blue portal. He walked into the portal first. I unsummoned my skeletons and stood in the house. The sounds of battle were gone. It was silent in the small town. I looked down the passageway. I wanted to go down there and look around. My curiosity got the best of me. I slowly walked down the steps. My leather boots creaked eerily in the darkness.
Soon darkness surrounded me and I couldn't see before me or around me. I looked down. My scabbard was glowing. I pulled out my dagger. An uncanny blue light came from it. It lit up the room some what. The light bounced off mirrors and glass jars. I walked father into the chamber. I fingered things lying on the tables as I walked past them.
When I approached the back of the chamber, I was met with a wondrous site. The whole back wall was covered with books of all sorts. I ran my hand along a shelf. It wasn't dusty, surprisingly. A book to my right caught my eye. The title was in English, which was rather weird. I set my knife down and pulled the book the out with both of my hands. I tumbled backwards. The book was heavy! I read the title. 'Saviors From Another World'. There was a faded picture of seven warriors on the cover.
'How original.' I thought. A heard a crashing from upstairs. I quickly looked around for a sack so I could take the book with me. I spotted one in a corner under a desk. I picked up my knife and hurriedly put the book into the leather sack. The crashing got louder. Then I heard metal against stone. Someone was walking down here! I stuffed my knife into its scabbard and huddled against the wall under the oak desk. A faint red light glowed from the steps. I hoped the person or creature or whatever it was wouldn't see me.
Along with the clinging of the metal boots against the steps, there was a soft tapping nice also. Clink, tab, clank, tab. The red light now filled the room. A young man walked in. His dark, wild hair fell about to his shoulder blades. A small red ball floated above his plain, wooden staff.
I stayed huddled in my little corner. The mage, least I think he was a mage, walked towards the book shelf. He looked at the spot where the book was. He frowned. His gaze swept over towards me. I saw his eyes glitter in the light. He had golden brown eyes. He walked over to the desk and scattered papers around.
"Where is it!?" He muttered angrily. Papers flew onto the floor. He turned to leave but stopped. He walked back towards the desk. My breath caught in my throat. He knelt down and saw me huddled in the dark. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled out from under the desk. "Where's the book?"
"I, I," I stuttered. He snatched the sack away from me. "T-t-that's mine!" He slammed me against the wall and let go of me. He took the book out of the sack and threw the empty thing to me. He glanced at me and left.
My blonde hair was plastered to my face. I shivered and pulled out my dagger. It still glowed, thankfully. I walked nimbly up the stairs. I saw that my portal was down. I reached for another on my belt. My hand brushed parchment. I grabbed the scroll. My hands still shaking, I read the scroll and threw it down. The swirling blue portal appeared before me. Though distorted, I could see the camp. I took a step and walked though it.
After a moment or two, I stumbled out of the portal and into the rouge camp. I saw Mo was eating by the fire while Larry slept beside her. Daniel was talking to Cain while Aly was practicing with her bow. I shuddered. Aly with that bow is a really dangerous thing. As always, Jen and Dru were out of sight. I walked towards Dan and Cain. "Hello," I said quietly to them.
"Hey! There you are!" Dan slapped me on the back. "Where you been?"
"No where." I replied.
"I was just talking to Sir Cain about you." Said Dan, a broad smile covered his face. "Seems you're a hero now, Stu."
"I am?" I asked looking at them. Cain looked at me and smiled. "Why?"
"For you saved Deckard Cain!" Replied Dan.
I looked at the ground, "Oh, yeah…" I heard heavy footsteps walking towards us.
"Ah, I would like you to meet my nephew, Devak." Said Cain, his smile widening. "Did you find the tomb, Devak?"
"Yes, I did." Replied the same tenor voice I had heard in the chamber. I froze and swallowed. The footsteps stopped right behind me. "Here." Cain reached for the book.
"Thank you, Devak." He said paging though the book. "Hmm…Young Necromancer, please come here." I walked gingerly towards him. "Look at this picture." I looked at the picture and gasped. It was me! When I was saving Cain.
"Whoa…that's brilliant!" I awed at the picture. It showed in prefect detail of me holding an axe above my head and getting ready to chop the cage up.
Cain smiled. His skin crinkled when he smiled. "Please, take this book. I'm sure it will help you on your quests." I looked at him and nodded. He handed me the book. I took it carefully, afraid it may slip away once more.
"T-t-thank you, s-sir." I stuttered out again. Cain looked down on me and smiled. He was a bit shorter then Dan and I think Dan was now about 5'10". I though was only about 5'7". Though I wasn't the shortest one in this party. Mo was the shortest at 5'5". I turned around and ran straight into Devak. I gulped. He just glared at me. I quickly side stepped and walked very fast towards Mo.
She had finished her food and was staring at the fire. Her head rested on her knees and her eyes were half closed. "Hola, Stuy."
"Hey." I sat down next to her and looked at the book I held.
"Whatcha got there?" She asked, glancing at the book.
"A book I got from Cain. I think it's a like a reward or something for saving him." I replied. She nodded and looked back at the fire.
I looked towards the west. The sun was setting and it was making a wonderful picture in the sky. Purple, orange, and red spread though out the western horizon. Crickets chirped in the distance while other insects buzzed around me. A cool breeze gently blew. I curled up into a ball next to the fire. I used my new book as a pillow. My eyes grew heavy and I was asleep in an instant.
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The mysterious youth is Devak, Cain's nephew. Interesting. No questions today just, Will our champions do well on the next quest? Only time will tell in this tale of adventure, action, and love.
~*~*~
Note: Hola! Tis an interesting chapter, no? So, any comments on any of the lovely couples? And opinions on the characters? It's nice to know whatcha think of these people. Well, I hope you enjoy this story! Adios!
Onward to Victory!
By Hdogg
Told by Stuart Derhund
Saving Deckard Cain
Note: I'm gonna start from where Stu left Mo and Aly. Hope you don't mind. This story is like gonna take forever…All well. ^_^ Tis fun to write.
Disclaimer: Blizzard Ownz All! But me and my friends and a few characters in here. ^_~
Onward to Victory!
~*~*~*~
I crept around behind a battered building. 'Now, why do I have to save the old chap…Why can't the girls do it…But of course I'd be of no use against the monster.' I shook my head and watched the Vile Hunters or whatever those hideous things were. I put my hand against the wall. The charred wall brushed away easily when I ran my hand over it.
"A plan to save Cain. That's what I need…but to get one. Now that's a problem that needs to be solved soon." I whispered to myself.
Cain hung high above the ground in a tiny, bamboo cage. I shook my head. It was going to be a task to get the old man out of there. The vile creatures finally left the old man alone. Shouts and screams were resounding though out the camp. I guessed that my comrades were having fun fighting those vile creatures.
I quickly sneaked over to Cain. There was a rope that controlled the cage going up and down. The rope was tried in a knot on the pole.
"Knots…I despise those things." I grumbled to myself. I studied the knot very closely. It was rather complicated but not even a match for my intelligence. I very rapidly untied the knot and the cage came on plummeting down. Almost upon me, if I may add.
"Bloody hell!" I shouted, dodging the speeding cage and grabbing the rope to slow the rapid fall. Unfortunately though, I was a great deal lighter then the cage. I went up quicker then a shooting star. I hit my head on a rod that extended from the main pole too. I cursed heavily. I grabbed the rod above my head and let of the rope. The rope fell to the ground and I looked down.
"I really hate this job…" I was, at least, twenty feet above the ground. I hung in the air for a moment before I got the notion in my head to move and get down. I climbed across the rod and swung onto the pole. I slid down the pole and hit the ground with a thud. "I'm never volunteering for this kind of job again. Mo can do it herself." I got up and straight my leather vest.
I had suited myself with a sleeveless black leather vest and dark blue, silky pants. I wore newly fashioned heavy boots that were a dark purple and a steel helmet that sometimes fell over my eyes and blinded me. I held a dagger that was very interesting looking with its runes on the blade. I still need to decipher those too. I also had a plain old wooden shield. My friends say that my outfit looked rather weird but I happen to like it. Kind of like my red and green plaid shirt, blue bow tie, and beige pants thing that I arrived in.
I cautiously walked over to the bamboo prison. A bundle of fabric moaned from inside the cage. I sighed and mumbled to myself, "Guess I better get the old chap out of there." I looked for a catch on the prison to open it. There wasn't one though. "Bloody hell..." I grumbled. I tapped on the cage.
Cain looked up at me. His gaunt eyes darted feverishly back and forth. "Don't touch me, you vile creature." His voice rasped. His huddled form was in the corner farthest away from me.
"Deckard Cain, I am Stuart Derhund. A Necromancer. I am here to save you." I wisphered glancing about me. I had a feeling those inhumane brutes would be back soon. I fumbled around the cage, trying to figure out how it opened. I heard bones crunch under weight of something big. "Damn it." I struck the cage with my dagger. It didn't ever leave a dent. Either there was a curse on it or I was very weak.
I looked around and saw an axe laying on the ground, near the cage. "Well, that may help." I quickly picked up the axe. I stuck my knife into a small scabbard that was on my belt and took the axe into both hands. "Least it's not heavy." I swung high and bought down the axe on the cage. A crack appeared on the bar I had struck. The blow though jarred my sense. I struck again and again. After my fifth blow, the bar gave away. There was now a hole on the top of the cage. "Take out one more bar and you're home free, sir." As I hacked away at the prison, I didn't notice the advancing danger.
The Vile Lancers had returned with their friends, the Carvers Shamans and the Skeletons. Without warning, a fireball buzzed past my head. At first I thought it was Mo playing one of her stupid tricks on me but when I turned around from my work, with the axe in my hands, I saw the small army that lay before me.
"Bloody hell! Where'd these things come from?" I yelled. I startled the some of the skeletons but the other contemptible creatures just looked at me with hollow, blank expressions. "Well, since there's no Griswold, perhaps I can summon stuff to fight for me." I mumbled to myself. Carcasses lay all around me, waiting to be used for my skeletons. I summoned five warrior skeletons. They stood in front of me and by my side, ready for action. Then I summoned my clay golem. The lovely monsters took the notion in their defiled heads to attack him.
While the vile creatures hacked away at my clay golem, I hacked away at the bamboo prison. My skeletons watched my back as bamboo chips flew around me. The top finally broke away. I dropped the axe. I was breathing heavily from all the swinging. My arms ached too.
I wisphered to Cain, "Come on. We got to get out of here."
Cain's wise eyes looked at me, "Necromancer, Thank you." He pushed himself up and made a feeble attempt trying to get out of the cage.
"Let me help you." I lent a hand to the Horadric Mage. He took it gratefully. Once he was out of the cage. I took out a Town Portal.
"Hold on, young Necromancer. I need to retrieve a precious artifact from my old house." He said, preventing me from opening my Town Portal. I nodded. Cain picked up a Gerald Staff from off the ground. He frowned. "I guess this old thing will have to do until I find mine." He started walking towards an almost intact house. Only the roof was broken up. I followed behind him. My skeletons covered our backs. We entered the building carefully for the walls looked unsettle in many places. Cain walked into a room separate from the main room. He tabbed a device on a shelf and it dissolved, revealing a passageway. He motioned me to stay where I was and entered alone into the dark passageway. I didn't have to wait long for he reappeared with two ancient tombs in one hand and an old, old staff in the other. "Now open the portal, young one." I nodded and opened the swirling blue portal. He walked into the portal first. I unsummoned my skeletons and stood in the house. The sounds of battle were gone. It was silent in the small town. I looked down the passageway. I wanted to go down there and look around. My curiosity got the best of me. I slowly walked down the steps. My leather boots creaked eerily in the darkness.
Soon darkness surrounded me and I couldn't see before me or around me. I looked down. My scabbard was glowing. I pulled out my dagger. An uncanny blue light came from it. It lit up the room some what. The light bounced off mirrors and glass jars. I walked father into the chamber. I fingered things lying on the tables as I walked past them.
When I approached the back of the chamber, I was met with a wondrous site. The whole back wall was covered with books of all sorts. I ran my hand along a shelf. It wasn't dusty, surprisingly. A book to my right caught my eye. The title was in English, which was rather weird. I set my knife down and pulled the book the out with both of my hands. I tumbled backwards. The book was heavy! I read the title. 'Saviors From Another World'. There was a faded picture of seven warriors on the cover.
'How original.' I thought. A heard a crashing from upstairs. I quickly looked around for a sack so I could take the book with me. I spotted one in a corner under a desk. I picked up my knife and hurriedly put the book into the leather sack. The crashing got louder. Then I heard metal against stone. Someone was walking down here! I stuffed my knife into its scabbard and huddled against the wall under the oak desk. A faint red light glowed from the steps. I hoped the person or creature or whatever it was wouldn't see me.
Along with the clinging of the metal boots against the steps, there was a soft tapping nice also. Clink, tab, clank, tab. The red light now filled the room. A young man walked in. His dark, wild hair fell about to his shoulder blades. A small red ball floated above his plain, wooden staff.
I stayed huddled in my little corner. The mage, least I think he was a mage, walked towards the book shelf. He looked at the spot where the book was. He frowned. His gaze swept over towards me. I saw his eyes glitter in the light. He had golden brown eyes. He walked over to the desk and scattered papers around.
"Where is it!?" He muttered angrily. Papers flew onto the floor. He turned to leave but stopped. He walked back towards the desk. My breath caught in my throat. He knelt down and saw me huddled in the dark. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled out from under the desk. "Where's the book?"
"I, I," I stuttered. He snatched the sack away from me. "T-t-that's mine!" He slammed me against the wall and let go of me. He took the book out of the sack and threw the empty thing to me. He glanced at me and left.
My blonde hair was plastered to my face. I shivered and pulled out my dagger. It still glowed, thankfully. I walked nimbly up the stairs. I saw that my portal was down. I reached for another on my belt. My hand brushed parchment. I grabbed the scroll. My hands still shaking, I read the scroll and threw it down. The swirling blue portal appeared before me. Though distorted, I could see the camp. I took a step and walked though it.
After a moment or two, I stumbled out of the portal and into the rouge camp. I saw Mo was eating by the fire while Larry slept beside her. Daniel was talking to Cain while Aly was practicing with her bow. I shuddered. Aly with that bow is a really dangerous thing. As always, Jen and Dru were out of sight. I walked towards Dan and Cain. "Hello," I said quietly to them.
"Hey! There you are!" Dan slapped me on the back. "Where you been?"
"No where." I replied.
"I was just talking to Sir Cain about you." Said Dan, a broad smile covered his face. "Seems you're a hero now, Stu."
"I am?" I asked looking at them. Cain looked at me and smiled. "Why?"
"For you saved Deckard Cain!" Replied Dan.
I looked at the ground, "Oh, yeah…" I heard heavy footsteps walking towards us.
"Ah, I would like you to meet my nephew, Devak." Said Cain, his smile widening. "Did you find the tomb, Devak?"
"Yes, I did." Replied the same tenor voice I had heard in the chamber. I froze and swallowed. The footsteps stopped right behind me. "Here." Cain reached for the book.
"Thank you, Devak." He said paging though the book. "Hmm…Young Necromancer, please come here." I walked gingerly towards him. "Look at this picture." I looked at the picture and gasped. It was me! When I was saving Cain.
"Whoa…that's brilliant!" I awed at the picture. It showed in prefect detail of me holding an axe above my head and getting ready to chop the cage up.
Cain smiled. His skin crinkled when he smiled. "Please, take this book. I'm sure it will help you on your quests." I looked at him and nodded. He handed me the book. I took it carefully, afraid it may slip away once more.
"T-t-thank you, s-sir." I stuttered out again. Cain looked down on me and smiled. He was a bit shorter then Dan and I think Dan was now about 5'10". I though was only about 5'7". Though I wasn't the shortest one in this party. Mo was the shortest at 5'5". I turned around and ran straight into Devak. I gulped. He just glared at me. I quickly side stepped and walked very fast towards Mo.
She had finished her food and was staring at the fire. Her head rested on her knees and her eyes were half closed. "Hola, Stuy."
"Hey." I sat down next to her and looked at the book I held.
"Whatcha got there?" She asked, glancing at the book.
"A book I got from Cain. I think it's a like a reward or something for saving him." I replied. She nodded and looked back at the fire.
I looked towards the west. The sun was setting and it was making a wonderful picture in the sky. Purple, orange, and red spread though out the western horizon. Crickets chirped in the distance while other insects buzzed around me. A cool breeze gently blew. I curled up into a ball next to the fire. I used my new book as a pillow. My eyes grew heavy and I was asleep in an instant.
~*~*~
The mysterious youth is Devak, Cain's nephew. Interesting. No questions today just, Will our champions do well on the next quest? Only time will tell in this tale of adventure, action, and love.
~*~*~
Note: Hola! Tis an interesting chapter, no? So, any comments on any of the lovely couples? And opinions on the characters? It's nice to know whatcha think of these people. Well, I hope you enjoy this story! Adios!
Onward to Victory!