Fenix-MSG
09-08-2004, 7:40 PM
This is something i wrote a long time ago and posted on Fanfiction.net. I forgot about it all day, and for some reason remembered about it during math. I only have two parts done but its supposed to be journal excerpts from the classes in Diablo 2 completing important parts of the game.
I have suffered much to experience the coming moment. I have spilled blood from many enemies, and many spilled mine. I have worked hard to make it here, harder than most people work in their life time, and this final battle is just the close of a chapter. Reflecting on my hard ships, I slowly began to crack the large door, the last obstacle and lasts bit protecting me from my enemy.
“For Rakinishu,” was yelled by many small creatures as I jumped into the shadow.
I sighed quietly, “Hmm, exactly what I tried to avoid,” I thought to my self. Being used to the over-cautious monsters, Anderial paid no attention.
Crouching, I bent knees and started to walk on the tip of my toes. I made it to the corner, with out the demons seeing me, but they were still looking for the noises I had made earlier. Slowly, a smaller weaker enemy advanced. As if it were a reflex i was born with, i reached onto my belt and threw a shuriken at the approaching enemy. Once I had time to think I realized that I made a possibly fatal mistake.
With his loud screech of death, the other monstrosities started to search in my direction. I dropped a device enchanted with arcane powers, I stomped my foot and quickly that’s where enemy looked. Even more quickly I walked to the other corner in the places the torches had failed to light.
For the first time through my many battles I have finally been able to see my creation at work. As soon as the monsters walked into a decent range, fire sprung from a medal orb. The fire towered well over the largest monsters by about twice his size. From the very time it was started, it shot forward in an arrow and continued about 15 feet.
Now the only monster left, one of the most feared monsters in sanctuary. The lesser evil Anderial. The sudden slaughter annoyed her, she was not used to doing much of anything on her own. Grinning, this demon stood up and let out a howl. With steps that could be heard thought the catacomb, she walked towards me. For the first time, I was scared. A sweat drop hit the floor, the splash helping her she quickly found me.
Before I could move a bolt of poison came closer and closer. With a hard hit I was forced against the wall. It had worked in the past, so I just laid there, I quit breathing and hoped she would be fooled.
She walked closer, each step getting louder. She started to walk away, but then came back. Examining me, she gave me a harsh slap across my back. With this she walked back to her throne of human bones. I quietly stood , and walked the few parts that light failed to reach.
With much effort, after long planning, I had made it behind the great throne. Throwing another device in front of her, she again got up to investigate another noise. With out making any noise I quickly slid my remaining devices near her. Out of no where, many flames flung. I knew my only time to strike would be in her confused strike. I slowly stalked and got closer and closer. As soon as I got close enough, I leapt on to Anderial’s back. Quickly I stuck on claw through her neck, and the other near her abdomen. The once feared matriarch fell into nothing more than a bloody corpse.
--The Defeat of the Evils, Journal Excerpt from an unnamed assassin’s diary
Oh yeah, and just to be sure i did post this under the name Triten. Just so you dont think im taking it from some one. That's the name i used to use for everything.
Ever since I have heard of the first assault of Diablo on Tristram, I have waited for this chance. Demons and angels on earth, this can not be. I took an oath to keep the balance of life and death in its normal routine. What forces can I use to force both heavens and hells forces off of this planet? If hell is forced out, will heaven then leave? Now I am at the first step of a long ladder, killing Anderial, a lesser evil that serves Diablo himself .
Opening a large wooden door, I signaled my rogue friend to back away. I hid against the wall, tricking the brainless fallen scouts.
“Don’t shoot,” I yelled. The fallens gave up on looking for my partner and ran after me. Despite their efforts, they were quickly brought down by the skeletons arisen from their brethren. Standing at the entrance of the demon’s’ throne room, I watched as the matriarch left her throne. My adversary slowly made her way towards the rogue and I stepping on her fallen underlings. Refusing to make more effort them, clouds of poison were spread from her mouth..
On contact they immediately cause me to feel ill. Even in just the short time, the drop in my strength was very evident. My weapon became heavy. Even the thought of swinging the club brought pain to arms. I became drowsy and my eyes began to close on their own. With desperation eye quickly opened my eyes. Everything blurred. I felt my face hitting the ground, then all went black, all went quiet. I’ve done many experiments, helped many other necromancers. This poison was the worst of any I have ever came in contact with.
Once I got conscious and reoriented I looked down to the ground. There was a bottle, with just drops of a black liquid still left. Then I saw the rogue, evading Anderials attacks with the bit of life she still retained. Waving my wand I opened a portal and quickly my friend jumped through. I quickly ducked under a cloud of poison, regretting last time I was overconfident of my ability.
I dodged one of her claws and out of my wand I shot a number of teeth. They dug deep into her arm, and still she failed to show any sign of weakness. In fear, with not time to think I had arisen a golem out of the clay once under missing tile. Another mistake was made, I stood right behind him hoping to block anything the beast could throw at me. I carefully watched her movements, ready to dodge any stray poison the clay monster had failed to block. Not watching her claw, her long arm pierced my golem. Nothing but leather was there to stop her from doing the same too me. It help all the less, I am still alive to retell this account. As I swung my club at the overpowered enemy the poison from the last blow had started to set in.
This time I couldn’t quit, I wouldn’t have anyone to aid me. I did all I could to stop her advance. I raised skeletons from every fallen enemy I could find. Anderial took out a number in just one attack. Somewhere in he battle, the poison had worn off.
I though people as old as me should be wise. After a long wait I had realized my tactics had to change, this wasn’t going to work. Throwing my club on the ground I quickly took the dagger hanging on my belt. With agility I managed to dodge a blow and strike my dagger into her back. In quick retaliation she slapped me with her arm, driving me to the ground. With tears in my eyes I congratulated my self for trying, and at the same time ridiculed my self for not being more careful. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t find what was expected. I should’ve been looking over sanctuary, failing my mission, leaving no hope for the innocent people. Instead I saw the feared enemy staggering backwards, quickly she fell.
I jumped to my feet, with my dagger ready to attack. Losing my patience I ran over to the enemy. Blood was streaming down her forehead. A look of misery, a look of pain was in her eyes. In the very center of her forehead, an arrow was lodged. I looked back at my friend and smiled.
-----A World Remade Right-- Journal excerpt of a Necromancer’s defeat of Anderial.
Any comments? There have been over 20 view and no replies... geeze.
I have suffered much to experience the coming moment. I have spilled blood from many enemies, and many spilled mine. I have worked hard to make it here, harder than most people work in their life time, and this final battle is just the close of a chapter. Reflecting on my hard ships, I slowly began to crack the large door, the last obstacle and lasts bit protecting me from my enemy.
“For Rakinishu,” was yelled by many small creatures as I jumped into the shadow.
I sighed quietly, “Hmm, exactly what I tried to avoid,” I thought to my self. Being used to the over-cautious monsters, Anderial paid no attention.
Crouching, I bent knees and started to walk on the tip of my toes. I made it to the corner, with out the demons seeing me, but they were still looking for the noises I had made earlier. Slowly, a smaller weaker enemy advanced. As if it were a reflex i was born with, i reached onto my belt and threw a shuriken at the approaching enemy. Once I had time to think I realized that I made a possibly fatal mistake.
With his loud screech of death, the other monstrosities started to search in my direction. I dropped a device enchanted with arcane powers, I stomped my foot and quickly that’s where enemy looked. Even more quickly I walked to the other corner in the places the torches had failed to light.
For the first time through my many battles I have finally been able to see my creation at work. As soon as the monsters walked into a decent range, fire sprung from a medal orb. The fire towered well over the largest monsters by about twice his size. From the very time it was started, it shot forward in an arrow and continued about 15 feet.
Now the only monster left, one of the most feared monsters in sanctuary. The lesser evil Anderial. The sudden slaughter annoyed her, she was not used to doing much of anything on her own. Grinning, this demon stood up and let out a howl. With steps that could be heard thought the catacomb, she walked towards me. For the first time, I was scared. A sweat drop hit the floor, the splash helping her she quickly found me.
Before I could move a bolt of poison came closer and closer. With a hard hit I was forced against the wall. It had worked in the past, so I just laid there, I quit breathing and hoped she would be fooled.
She walked closer, each step getting louder. She started to walk away, but then came back. Examining me, she gave me a harsh slap across my back. With this she walked back to her throne of human bones. I quietly stood , and walked the few parts that light failed to reach.
With much effort, after long planning, I had made it behind the great throne. Throwing another device in front of her, she again got up to investigate another noise. With out making any noise I quickly slid my remaining devices near her. Out of no where, many flames flung. I knew my only time to strike would be in her confused strike. I slowly stalked and got closer and closer. As soon as I got close enough, I leapt on to Anderial’s back. Quickly I stuck on claw through her neck, and the other near her abdomen. The once feared matriarch fell into nothing more than a bloody corpse.
--The Defeat of the Evils, Journal Excerpt from an unnamed assassin’s diary
Oh yeah, and just to be sure i did post this under the name Triten. Just so you dont think im taking it from some one. That's the name i used to use for everything.
Ever since I have heard of the first assault of Diablo on Tristram, I have waited for this chance. Demons and angels on earth, this can not be. I took an oath to keep the balance of life and death in its normal routine. What forces can I use to force both heavens and hells forces off of this planet? If hell is forced out, will heaven then leave? Now I am at the first step of a long ladder, killing Anderial, a lesser evil that serves Diablo himself .
Opening a large wooden door, I signaled my rogue friend to back away. I hid against the wall, tricking the brainless fallen scouts.
“Don’t shoot,” I yelled. The fallens gave up on looking for my partner and ran after me. Despite their efforts, they were quickly brought down by the skeletons arisen from their brethren. Standing at the entrance of the demon’s’ throne room, I watched as the matriarch left her throne. My adversary slowly made her way towards the rogue and I stepping on her fallen underlings. Refusing to make more effort them, clouds of poison were spread from her mouth..
On contact they immediately cause me to feel ill. Even in just the short time, the drop in my strength was very evident. My weapon became heavy. Even the thought of swinging the club brought pain to arms. I became drowsy and my eyes began to close on their own. With desperation eye quickly opened my eyes. Everything blurred. I felt my face hitting the ground, then all went black, all went quiet. I’ve done many experiments, helped many other necromancers. This poison was the worst of any I have ever came in contact with.
Once I got conscious and reoriented I looked down to the ground. There was a bottle, with just drops of a black liquid still left. Then I saw the rogue, evading Anderials attacks with the bit of life she still retained. Waving my wand I opened a portal and quickly my friend jumped through. I quickly ducked under a cloud of poison, regretting last time I was overconfident of my ability.
I dodged one of her claws and out of my wand I shot a number of teeth. They dug deep into her arm, and still she failed to show any sign of weakness. In fear, with not time to think I had arisen a golem out of the clay once under missing tile. Another mistake was made, I stood right behind him hoping to block anything the beast could throw at me. I carefully watched her movements, ready to dodge any stray poison the clay monster had failed to block. Not watching her claw, her long arm pierced my golem. Nothing but leather was there to stop her from doing the same too me. It help all the less, I am still alive to retell this account. As I swung my club at the overpowered enemy the poison from the last blow had started to set in.
This time I couldn’t quit, I wouldn’t have anyone to aid me. I did all I could to stop her advance. I raised skeletons from every fallen enemy I could find. Anderial took out a number in just one attack. Somewhere in he battle, the poison had worn off.
I though people as old as me should be wise. After a long wait I had realized my tactics had to change, this wasn’t going to work. Throwing my club on the ground I quickly took the dagger hanging on my belt. With agility I managed to dodge a blow and strike my dagger into her back. In quick retaliation she slapped me with her arm, driving me to the ground. With tears in my eyes I congratulated my self for trying, and at the same time ridiculed my self for not being more careful. When I opened my eyes, I didn’t find what was expected. I should’ve been looking over sanctuary, failing my mission, leaving no hope for the innocent people. Instead I saw the feared enemy staggering backwards, quickly she fell.
I jumped to my feet, with my dagger ready to attack. Losing my patience I ran over to the enemy. Blood was streaming down her forehead. A look of misery, a look of pain was in her eyes. In the very center of her forehead, an arrow was lodged. I looked back at my friend and smiled.
-----A World Remade Right-- Journal excerpt of a Necromancer’s defeat of Anderial.
Any comments? There have been over 20 view and no replies... geeze.