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Autobiography of a Savior: Chapter 1Chapter I
Long ago, while traveling, I came across the gloomy base camp of the Rouges, where I found a powerful gathering seated around a blazing fire. It was that same night when I, Aedos, a former Paladin of the Zakarum, have heard of the return of the Lord of Terror, Diablo. The gathering seated around the fire were all adventurers as myself, and all had the same ambition - to put Diablo back to the fiery pits of Hell where he belonged.
The party consisted of a Barbarian, who was a little more than 2 meters tall, a Sorceress, carrying a heavy, ancient looking staff, an Amazon, who sat mute caressing her heavy siege bow with gentleness, and a pale, skeleton-like being with a fearful aura around him who could only be a Necromancer.
When I arrived, the party awoke from whatever hypnotic state they were in. I introduced myself, and they offered me to join them on their quest, so I accepted.
The party were on their way to Lut Gholein, but word says that Andariel, a lesser evil and servant to the Prime Evil Diablo, created a blockade consisting of several monsters, made from the corpses of the Rouges' own sisters. Unless she was defeated, the way to Lut Gholein would be impassable.
Several travelers were also stuck here for the timed being, until the threat was gone. Only then can they continue doing whatever they were doing. Luckily for Gheed, a rather chubby man with a scratchy voice, this was just another opportunity for him to encourage adventurers who wanted to destroy the threat to buy his merchandise and weaponry. He was an infamous trader, known to rip people off for equipment with overwhelming prices.
The rouges gladly embraced the newcomers, as long as someone did something about Andariel and her minions. Akara, head priestess of the Rouges, personally asked my party and I to kill those rouges who were corrupted by the Lady of Anguish, and put their spirits to rest. I gladly accepted, seeing how it was the only way to pay the rouges back for allowing us to stay.
The party woke up early the next day, setting foot outside the Rouge Encampment and seeking to fulfill Akara's wish. It was quite a day. Several rouges charged towards us with spears over 8 feet long, attempting to run each and every one of us through with them. Torminus, the Barbarian, easily dispatched a group of them with his overly-sized axe, wildly swinging it across the rouges' torsos and heads while Levia and Nezuum, Amazon and Sorceress, attacked from a distance, firing several volleys of arrows and fireballs with superior accuracy. I did the best I could, sending the blade of my sword through the stomachs of the assaulters and performing several slicing techniques, which I endured during my time as a Paladin.
Hastur, however, sat idly by with his arms crossed over his chest, grunting as the last of the rouges were killed. Torminus was the first to speak.
"What's your problem?" the Barbarian asked gruffly. The Necromancer simply responded with a simple shrug.
"Unlike you savages, I would rather have beings doing the fighting for me." Just as he spoke, he violently threw his arms upwards, causing a blinding light to appear over the corpses of the dead rouges for a split second before the skeletons of the dead ripped out from their skins and stood mightily.
Torminus stood in awe, and then shook his head. "You, my friend, are no better than a minion of Diablo himself."
"Why, thank you." Hastur replied as the skeletons gathered their weaponry from the ground.
It was later on that was had came across a deserted graveyard. One certain rouge stood alone before us with a sickening smirk. She sent a stray arrow towards us, which suddenly erupted into flames as it neared. We had no choice but to jump away from the onslaught before it connected against a tombstone and exploded with a deafening impact.
"Jeez!" the Barbarian yelled from beneath the explosion. I immediately re-equipped myself with my sword and charged towards the rouge, only to be evaded and hit harshly against the back of my head with her bow.
Hastur's pet skeletons wasted no time and also charged the corrupted rouge. The warrior, knowing that she was outnumbered, smartly fled, attempting to fire several arrows behind her towards the oncoming mob. Each arrow had a devastating effect, blowing several skeletons into chunks of bones across the rocky walkway of the graveyard.
Hastur growled, holding his hand up to chest height, a powerful sphere made from the spirits of the dead suddenly materializing in his palm. He lashed it towards the rouge as she was running, the ball instantaneously forming into the likes of a deadly spear, several rippling waves of energy trailing behind it as it went soaring towards the warrior. only to miss her by a foot.
He cursed, and then threw a volley of the same 'bone spears' towards her with both his hands as she continued to run. The Amazon and Sorceress wasted no time and began launching their own assault.
Finally, a fiery ball of fire coming from Nezuum imploded against the rouge, causing her to scream in agony from the enormous burnt mark across her abdomen. She fell forwards on her face, and Torminus immediately followed with a violent blow to her back with his axe, which finally finished the corrupted warrior.
I slowly confronted the corpse as the party sat idly by, panting from the battle. I ripped off a talisman from her neck as a souvenir of the great fight that just occurred.
We wearily returned to the Rouge Encampment with several bruises. By then, it was already nightfall. Akara quickly ran towards us.
"It's very nice to see you all again."
"We've done what you've asked," I said. "You can rest assured that the corrupted rouges' souls can now rest in peace."
"Thank you very much, brave warriors. I must sa-- hmmm. where did you get that talisman from?"
I blinked, and then brought the talisman in my hand up to give Akara a better look. "This was from a battle from a very skilled rouge."
"So you've defeated Blood Raven? That's most impressive. She was once a great captain. I feel sorry that this had had to happen to her."
I nodded.
"It's apparent that we're dealing with a powerful being that isn't of this world. I must ask you all of one more thing."
I glanced back at my party, and then nodded. "What would that be?"
"There's a Horadric sage, the last of his kind, who is the only one who can help you find a way to defeat Andariel and Diablo," She paused. "His name is Deckard Cain."
Author's Note: By the way, if you haven't noticed already, I'm quite the Necromancer fan. :)
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