Thanks for stopping by and taking a gander at my attempt to write. This tale is based on two of my favorite characters, my very first character, a paladin, and my first lvl 99, a sorceress. I do hope I do well in expressing the personalities of the two. When I play either of them, they feel like they are portrayed here. Maybe I just have an overactive imagination, but I do think of the sorceress as arrogant, and the paladin as kind and caring. And yes, my necromancer is a creep, maybe I'll write him up someday.
Anyways, I think this, and all my work is utter crap, but often we are our own worst critics. So I figured I'd let you the reader tell me how it's crap instead. But I do ask that you review, for I wish to become a better writer, and can only do so by hearing the opinions of others.
Also, I don't own Diablo, Blizzard, any character, or other such stuff. I don't own Hell, the Devil, or any other incarnation of evil, though I do think my wife is a devil woman. And when she's in a bad mood, sometimes my house seems like Hell, but that's just a coincidence. So don't sue. Or if you do, good luck, bout the only thing I own is a pair of smelly sneakers and a magic 8 ball.
The sorceress
Frost stood in the clearing near the large fire that served as the center of the rogue encampment. Her long journey had came to it's conclusion, as she moved from the lands of her magic training to this place, finally ready to face the terror of the prime evils that had invaded the realm of man. Though she had become one of the most powerful sorceress' to ever walk the earth, this meant little now that Terror, Hate, and Destruction had been unleashed.
Frost had slain uncountable legions of warrior, mutants and beasts as a hired 'sword' in the war ravaged part of Sanctuary. In that time of strife, she had spent her life seeking an enemy worthy of dying by her hand, only to be constantly disappointed, facing green recruits or old men past their prime. Her heart burned with the lust for power, and blood.
She even once traveled to the island of the well known and feared amazons to find her ultimate nemesis, only to be disappointed. Her employee was a group of bandits that wanted to raid the amazons for the treasure they were said to have, and probably intended to take one or two slaves. They were quickly destroyed by the women, leaving Frost to face them alone.
The sorceress didn't mind at all, she was more concerned with obtaining that epic battle than any loot the amazons could posses, and she defiantly wasn't interested in enslaving them in the least bit. As she ventured into the jungle, she came across the band that had destroyed the bandits; there were three of them, two carrying huge bows, the third packing a javelin held aloft over her head. Frost hid in a thicket to prepare before the coming battle.
Taking a deep breath, Frost then drew on her magical energies, creating a shimmering light that raced from her feet up to her head, encasing her. This energy shield was made from the essence of her spiritual powers, a barrier that would take damage that could destroy her life and converting it into damage that would instead weaken her spellcasting ability. Quickly she flash froze the air around her body, encasing her armor in magical ice that was light as a feather, and had no temperature to her touch, but would create instant frostbite and massive pain on anyone else that attacked her.
The years of training and combat always gave Frost an edge in these situations; she had gained the ability to nearly instantaneous cast another spell. The shiver armor made a loud clank as the ice slammed against her armor. She used her fast casting ability to teleport herself from her safe area to the dead center between the amazons before they could they could even react to the sound she had just created. Upon her landing, she quickly focused again, creating a ball of ice she held in her hand. Frost turned, throwing this ball between one of the bow amazons and the one holding the javelins.
The amazons were caught off guard, the ice ball flew towards its target, throwing off dozens of ice shards that struck all three women. Frost focused, calling on the power of the thunderstorm, creating lighting that danced between her boots. Overhead the sky darkened, and bolts of white pain began raining down, striking near the women. The ball of ice reached its target, a spot directly between the bow and javelin amazons, and exploded into a final hail of ice bolts.
The bow woman had been nearly killed, she fell to the ground, forgetting any ideas of battle in favor of the thought of escape with her life. She scrambled up and began to run back towards the camp, presumably to summon her sisters. Frost quickly called upon the power of fire and created a blazing wall where the woman was standing, but by the time it roared into being the woman had moved past.
No matter, Frost thought to herself and she maneuvered around, avoiding the hail of arrows the other Amazon unleashed her way. The firewall had served its purpose regardless, the jungle around it had been set ablaze, causing a nice inferno to form, preventing anyone from approaching. This would keep Frost from being swarmed.
The javelin Amazon had regained her composure, though grievously wounded. She charged Frost, dodging lightning bolts as she approached. A high piercing scream sounding from her throat. Frost stopped, facing this threat. As the woman grew near, Frost saw that the metal tip of the javelin began to dance with electrical energy. How weak, Frost mused to herself, bringing her shield up high. The javelin smashed into the cold steel of the shield, absorbing most the shock, though some did filter down into Frost's forearms, bring with it a tingling sensation and a burning pain.
Since Frost was still protected by her shivering armor of ice, the Amazon got a surprise, in the form of a chilling cold that shot through her body, magically freezing her. Frost quickly brought down her shield, and swung her magical orb weapon in a wide outer arc at the javelins that had just been thrust at her. The small foot and a half elaborately carved wooden shaft with a blue swirling crystal ball perched atop connected with the knuckles of the Amazon, knocking her still frozen javelins from her hand. They hit the ground with a sound akin to a large chunk of ice crashing down. At that moment, a flash of light appeared, slamming into the javelins from the sky, shattering the weapon into a hundred little pieces.
A third and fourth arrow slammed into Frost's back, fired at her by the last Amazon while she was dealing with the javelin witch. Pain shot through Frost's body, her energy shield weakening and finally failing with that last impact on it. Having disarmed the Amazon before her and causing her to fall back from the lack of a weapon and the pain of having attacked shiver armor, Frost turned to face the last true threat.
Frost quickly teleported herself to a new position a few feet away to throw off the aim of her enemy. The Amazon was hiding behind a boulder, popping up to fire before taking shelter behind the stone wall. Frost threw another frozen orb of ice in the direction of the rock. Suddenly there was a bright flash close to her and she whirled to see what she faced. There stood the disarmed javelin Amazon, pulling back her fist as if she intended to strike Frost.
Frost quickly formed a ball of fire in her hand, tossing it at point blank range at the defiant woman before teleporting out of range. The fireball struck the same time a white stroke crashed down from the sky. The woman burst into a large puddle of red magic sparklers. Decoy! Frost thought to herself as she saw the rustling deeper inside the forest where the real javelin Amazon had escaped. The movement continued away from the battle, appearing to go around the growing forest fire. Two down, one to go.
Frost quickly recast her shiver armor, energy barrier, and thunderstorm before turning to face this last Amazon. The Amazon popped up, hesitating a second, and on seeing her sister-in-arms had fled, began firing. Frost watched as the arrow zoomed towards her, then at the last second teleported a few inches away, grabbing the arrow and giving the Amazon a disgusted look. The Amazon laughed at her! The nerve! Frost felt the anger boil up in her. Frost started towards the Amazon at a dead run. Then the Amazon fired again.
As the arrows left her bow, the one arrow spit into dozens, streaking forward in a fan shaped flight. Frost, caught off guard, was pounded as three arrows slammed into her armor. Again the Amazon fired, again the arrows split. Frost teleported behind the arrows, avoiding them all. The Amazon was smart enough not to try the multiple shot again, instead, she drew back her bow, and the arrow that she let fly became encased in a white magical energy, and the tip of the arrow became a snakes head, screaming towards her with it's mouth open, fangs bared.
Frost quickly teleported out of the way as the arrow zipped past where she just stood. Smirking, Frost threw another frozen orb at the Amazon. This one connected, slowing the blonde woman and knocking her back. Frost sensed something coming at her and quickly whirled to face this unknown threat. Much to her amazement, it was the white snake arrow. A guided missile!
Years of wars and battle had taught Frost well. She quickly created another firewall underneath the feet of the stunned Amazon. The fire quickly licked up the woman, burning her badly. Frost then quickly teleported behind the Amazon, just as the arrow reached her. She felt the pain of the magic arrow nipping at her back as she hurled herself away magically.
Appearing behind the stunned and burning Amazon, Frost reached up and grabbed the woman, throwing her in the path between Frost and the arrow. The arrow, moving at such a high speed, had no time to correct its trajectory, and it slammed directly into the chest of the woman that had fired it. The arrow tore through the heart of the Amazon, and the head popped out the back, the magic snake snapping and straining to bite Frost even still.
Frost, repelled by snakes of any kind, quickly stepped back, and summoned the power of fire, spraying a stream of superheated air from her lungs. The burning fire consumed the upper half of the Amazon's body, matching it with the burnt damage suffered by her lower half from the firewall. The arrow's magic dispelled, leaving nothing behind but a blackened metal tip.
The Amazon, now quite dead fell to the ground. Frost was disappointed in her encounter with these legendary women, not even three of them were a threat to her. Frost took the last Amazon's ear, a memento to the fact she had felled one of these feared warriors. Frost called her fire powers and focused it into her feet, causing her boots to be set ablaze. She then turned, retreating back to the boat, to take that solitary ride back to the western kingdoms, leaving a trail of fire behind her, to discourage pursuit.