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Wirt's Leg
Seven heroes stood before a blazing fire in a clearing just outside of Rogue Encampment. They had killed the Carver who inhabited it earlier. They were pondering the day's events and the outcome. At least some of them were. Others were just leaning on stones with no care in the world. Okay, so this counted for only two of the heroes.
The one thinking about the day's adventures was a young assassin. She was sitting beside a sandy haired druid who was busy patting one of his 'pet' wolves. They had just rescued Deckard Cain from a miserable death in Tristram. Purging what was left of Tristram from the demons and getting the last son of the Horadrim to safety was quite a success, true, but she just couldn't put the images of the slaughtered townsmen away.
"It's too bad that that Wirt boy died ..." She suddenly spoke to no one in particular.
The others stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her.
"I mean, he was so young and all..." She continued to say as an answer to her companion's curious looks. "Isn't it a shame that he didn't get to live a nicer life?"
"It's true." Said an even younger sorceress quietly, not looking up from her perch on a rock where she was playing with some of the gems she had found. "Tristram must have been in ruins for as long as he could remember. But then again, the other inhabitants saw many more horrors than he did... They saw their friends and family die and could do nothing about it..."
"Like Farnham." Added a Paladin. He had been staring intently at the fire the whole time.
A barbarian nodded solemnly as he resumed sharpening his axe. He had been there when it had happened along with the Paladin and the Amazon.
"He was a conniving little thief anyway." Said the Amazon carelessly who was leaning on a boulder with her eyes closed and her arms crossed on her chest. This time even the Paladin tore his eyes away from the fire and shot her a surprised look. "He would never pass up a chance to steal money. Like he would ask for 50 gold every time someone wanted to see what was being sold. And even then, there was only one item and it was rare to find something that interested me."
"Even so..." Protested the Assassin. But the Amazon suddenly got up, dusted herself off and headed towards the entrance of the Rogue Encampment.
"You think all you want about the peg-legged thief. I don't care much about it." The six companions followed her with their eyes until a Necromancer spoke. He was the youngest of them all, and had a somewhat boyish look. Very unlike a Necromancer, them being kinda into the forces of darkness and all...
"Speaking of which. Why was it his leg shaped like one of those things you use to unplug toilets?"
"Unplug wha?" Asked the Druid.
"You know, toilets. The things you use to shi-"
"I think you've been listening to Roine a bit too much Zeke." Interrupted the Druid with a grin. "You're starting to make up new strange names for things that don't even exist."
"He's gonna lose his other leg you know." Said the sorceress losing all the seriousness she had before. The others were used to her mood swings, and the Druid and Assassin will get used to it in time. When her companions raised their eyebrows, minus the Barbarian who just focused on his axe, she elaborated. "You can find it in the sixth Human Campaign after you kill some Abomination you call the Butcher or something. You know, the last time you get to have four heroes in the Human campaign. Funny that there's not much of Human at all."
The Druid just looked at her as if she had just declared that she had a mad crush on Baal. Roine, however, didn't seem to notice so she kept on rambling.
"Yes. You see, there's Night Elf, Naga, Draenai, High elf, but no friggin' Humans during most of it. Get it?" She finished and smiled in a satisfied sort of way.
"...what?" asked the Paladin slowly, but the sorceress just shrugged.
"My brother loves it." She said as if this settles the matter. Then she looked at the Druid. "He's a druid too, you know. He's a werewolf."
"Yeah, ok." The Necromancer got up from his cross-legged position on the earth and stretched. He turned away from Roine and mouthed at the newbies 'She's crazy.' and cocked his head towards the corceress. "By the way, F, since you one of the 'newbies' as Mikaela calls you two," he looked pointedly at the druid and the assassin, "then I suggest that you rest your minds and bodies. She's gonna want to test your skills in fighting tomorrow. Believe me, you're gonna need the sleep." Then he fake-shuddered and turned to Roine. "Right, Roy?"
"Say what you will, but I'm gonna enjoy the show tomorrow."
Just then the barbarian stood up and sheathed his massive axe, and without a single word to them, left the clearing.
"Man, he never talks, does he?" Grumbled the Sorceress. "I don't think I've ever heard his voice."
"That's just how he is." Said the Paladin as he too, got up, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I think we should all 'hit the sack' as Zeke would say. Faelac, Estele, it's true that Mikaela will want to test you skills, though in a 'subtle' sort of way as you might call it."
"Yeah, but we all know what she's up to." Yawned the Necromancer. "You comin' Roy?"
She got up and grabbed her staff and gems. "No, Zek, I will not be sleeping in the same bed with you. But nice try though." She grinned and the Necromancer rolled his eyes.
"You comin'?" He asked the newbies.
"Nah, I think I'll stay a bit longer." Said the Druid.
"Me too." Confirmed the Assassin.
"Suit yourselves." Muttered Zek and staggered after Roine who was calling after the Paladin. They left the clearing but the two could still hear the conversations. Sometimes, the youngest of the team acted really childish.
"Yo Andros! Wait up!"
"Do you have to shout loud?" Hissed the Necromancer.
"Why aren't the newbies coming?"
"I Donno. I think they want to get 'acquainted' with each other." He was snickering.
"Heh, like we don't know what they're really up to."
They were silent for a moment or two until smack was heard followed by a loud 'ouch!'
"Why did you do that for?" Zek was asking angrily. Roine started answering about how he had stolen her food earlier but their voices died down.
Faelac turned to the pretty Assassin beside him and smiled. She smiled right back. What a coincidence it was that they were both new. One of the many things they must have in common, the druid thought and introduced himself again, this time adding more details about himself.
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