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Featured: Locations II - #3 The Tomb of Rakkis
A Diablo Fan Fiction BeginningDir rolled to the side as the great ghostly figure flew past her, wailing as it swooped down to were she was standing only seconds before.A Diablo Fan Fiction Beginning by ~Black-Molvanz
"Wraiths" Dir muttered, she had hated wraiths since she had started training in the Sorceress ways, they had the power to suck the magic right out of you.
She stood, shooting a bolt of ice towards it, which only made it scream in fury and swoop towards her, at the last moment Dir rolled forwards, turning as soon as she had regained her vision and firing a blast of ice at the Wraith.
It wailed, falling to the ground and with a loud crash, smashed into a hundred pieces.
Dir nodded, she was a Sorceress, a user of magic, with a flowing blue robe with silver string, threaded through it, that went from the hood that shrouded her face to her ankles where it almost dragged across the ground when she walked, she was in one of the many tombs scattered through the wilderness of The Dark Wood, she was in the tomb in search of treasure, either trinkets for her s
Blood OathBlood Oath by ~Orikaeshigitae
The approaching sound of wet, heavy footsteps brought Torril out of her reverie.
She had been daydreaming, leaning hunched against the damp, wooden bails of the barricade. The rain had stopped some time ago, but the cold, piercing wind limited her ambitions to conserving what little heat her tired body could give. Slowly, she looked up trying to see anything in the fading twilight. The dark clouds overhead cast deep shadows on the path in front, but there was still enough illumination for her sharp eyes. She recognized the large, hulking form in the distance and with a weary curse she straightened up as much as her shivering muscles would allow it.
Picking up the bow from her shoulder Torril trailed two fingers along the string to shake off any lingering moisture. Then she carefully selected an arrow and notched it, not attempting to raise it or aim. She was not expecting any kind of ambush. The Fallen had long ago learned that they were no match for the rogues and their deadly skills.
The end of an age"No I wasn't among the heroes who destroyed Baal. I wasn't among those who saw the world stone shatter. However, I was very much a part of the process. There were so many of us in those days…. So many. Now look at us, we've either fallen to fighting amongst ourselves for what little power we have left or, finding ourselves shunned for the actions of others. We used to be welcomed as Saviors and Protectors… Now, we're lucky if we're not killed on sight.The end of an age by ~punksuperman
We Paladins are perhaps the most reviled. For all of our preaching and condemning, we seem to have fallen the farthest. Speak not of the church of Zakarum to me now, it is no longer the Shepard of the people it once was. In the Light's seeing that we no longer needed the holy powers we once had, and in taking them from us, we now act like spoiled children. All of us who have lost what made us stand above our brothers and sisters now seem to think they should owe us for what we've done. We call ourselves Lords and Kings and Queens. No, w
The Great WarThe town of Slovak was normally a very peaceful town but this particular night a strange wind was blowing. One person had noticed that something was wrong but couldn't put his finger on what it was. His name is Jacob. Jacob looked up from his book and noticed that it was 11:43 P.M. He had been lost in the pages of this new book for over 4 hours now. He closed the book and look at the cover. Something about the book had made him very interested in it but he didn't know what. "Druids and Sorcerers" he read aloud, "That title just seems so familiar." He was just about to put the book down when he noticed a small keyhole on the binding. "That's odd…" he thought aloud "There wasn't a key with the book when I found it…" He dismissed the thought of anything being in there because the binding was much too small for anything to fit in it. He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment to think about his day and how he had come across the book. He had been walking down the street andThe Great War by ~SlapTheShap
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