04-20-2003, 04:39 AM
The clearly thin fabric of reality rippled violently as the world was swept away into a swirling vortex of frenetic energy, after what seemed like an eternity, reality fazed back into her vision and the sandy desert materialized beneath her feet to greet her yet again. OnlyPass_magic stood strongly on the waypoint, its sand weathered stone surface still clearly etched with the many glyphs used to identify the tombs within this "sanctum". She was strong, although she was originally from the southern islands of he bow slinging amazons, she had been trained in melee combat and was strongly built, with tight muscles clinging to her lithe femine frame. She wore a suit of black leather, with matching boots, a beaten steel helmet rested gently on her head, concealing her stern face beneath. In one hand she held a massive blade, enchanted wonderfully and made of a transparent azure crystal, known as mazurite. She looked around the canyon of the magi, the resting place of many long dead, and once great men and felt privelaged to stand in their prescence.
With a gloved hand she reached into her belt and drew a piece of parchment on which she had etched the rune of the true tomb, of the great mage Tal Rasha, keeper of...Baal. The rune was two arrows, facing downards, and closely lined up with each other, they were topped by a small arrow facing the opposite direction. She gazed around the canyon, catching sight of 5 or 6 tombs. Standing around the perimiter were various idle demons, crush beasts, blood maggots and some of those damned desert cats, unaware of her deadly presence.
Her keen vision caught sight of the matching tomb and she jogged swiftly towards it, keeping her head up, looking for the demons. A crush beast caught sight of her and attempted to move in, she stopped and stood her ground. The crush beast moved closer, wobbling on its tree trunk legs and swinging its massive arms crazily. It made a large swipe towards her head, a decapitating blow, but luckily OnlyPass_Magic raised her sturdy shield in time to absorb much of the blow. She stumbled backwards in shock from the impact of the attack and the shield cracked slightly from the force. He swung again, but she dodged it, jumping nimbly out of the way. She sidestepped his third strike and this time drove the honed point of the sword through his blood-stained shaggy hide and spilling his innards, steaming, onto the hot sand. As the strength drained rapidly from him the beast hit the dune with a thunderous crush, while OnlyPass_Magic continued towards the tomb.
She reached the entrance and crept inside, leaving the heat of desert behind and becoming draped in an eerie (*spelling?*) chill which permeated the ancient tomb. Three corridors confronted her, each at different ninety degree angles, only one led to the correct tomb and the other two likely demise. She chose the one straight ahead and crept down the hallway. The door at the end of the corridor was an immobile stone column, tightly fitted into the rock wall, but by touching the ancient runes on it, she caused it to fall into the floor below, creating a great arching entranceway. A horde of grinning skeletons greeted her, swinging their demonic blades quickly. She dodged among them and swung her sword frantically, trying desperately to avoid their killing blows. A rusty scimitar landed itself in her thigh, cutting through the bone, and she began to collapse as her leg failed her. She grabbed a healing potion, popped the cork and downed it, drinking most while some ran down her helmet and face. The bone awkardly reset and the skin miraculously began to heal, knitting itself together by elongating strands. It wasn't perfect but it worked. She smashed the skeleton before her with her shield and broke it into hundreds of bones, hacking through the pack she managed to get towards the decrepit mummy, empowering the skeletons from the back corner of the room. With a horizontal slash of her sword she critically struck the demon and destroyed its exposed ripcage, breaking it in two halves which independantly crashed to the floor, sending toxic dust into the air. A bit more swordlplay dispatched the rest of the skeletons and she moved on.
The corridors continued endlessly, winding in circles and only bringing her back to places she had been before, or so she thought. OnlyPass_Magic fought hundreds of skeletons, vampires and mummies, each one dyeing to her ever sharp blade. Eventually she found herself back at the original three corridors, dripping in sweat and blood, suffering from wounds and overcome by fatigue. She went the final route and found herself at a great, humming orifice, with the matching seven glyphs of the tombs etched around its stone base. From her backpack she drew an ornate Horadric staff and aimed it's bottom end towards the opening, with her last bit of strength she jammed the staff into the opening and waited...
...It spun slowly at first and then more rapidly, until it became a transparent blur of white light, blinding OnlyPass_Magic. It rose from the Orifice now and seven pillars of light burst forth from the glyphs recorded on the floor. The staff and the beams coalesced into one brilliant vortex and sent a bolt of energy towards the wall, shattering rock and revealing an opening, an opening into the tomb... OnlyPass_Magic chugged her last potion, and throwing caution to the wind, jumped inside, ready for whatever was coming.
The cold hit her first, like the cold of being submerged in icy water, stinging needles of pain penetraing her flesh and slowing her, she had to fight through the agony. A deep voice taunted her, a demonic voice, but not the voice of Diablo, the one she sought: "Looking for Baal?". A large sluglike creature rolled towards her on eight insectile legs, he had two massive pincers upon his shoulders and a small head with enourmous jaws. His abdomen was a flabby eggsac, from which the legs extended, but he guarded this at all times. Under his grotesque form was a freezing aura, this was what had chilled OnlyPass_Magic, literally to the bone. She tried to shake the cold as much as possible and charged towards the demon. Realizing that she had missed Diablo filled her with an uncontrollable rage. She battled furiously with the demon, hacking and slashing, cutting wounds in his ever resistant hide and blocking the massive strikes of his pincers. She backed up but miraculously he closed the distance instantly, hitting her in the face and knocking her back, stunned and bleeding. She knew her nose was broken and her jaw as well, but she had to keep fighting. She moved in again and stabbed at his face, this time the demon swung at her shield arm and shattered the metal with a decisive blow. Her arm also shattered under the force and she let it dangle at her side, still fighting but preparing to die. The demon came again, she could barely see through the blood oozing from her forehead and nose and her jaw was immobile and clenched in a warriors grimace. With one last burst of rage she hacked at the demon, swinging left, right and upwards in a vicious arc. The blade struck true, the first strike cutting off his left arm, the second driving itself into his jaw and the third hitting him in the midsection, near his vulnerable abdomen. His abdomen ruptured in a magnificent explosion showering sparks all over the room, the wall's collaped and the demon fell apart, crumbling under his own weight while insects and demonic goo and puss pooled on the floor. OnlyPass_Magic began to fade from this world, as her body hit the cool floor she grasped with her one good hand the healing potion the demon had dropped and poured it down her throat as unconciousness overtook her...
...She woke in the chamber and slowly moved her broken arm, it had healed, so had her jaw and nose and she felt considerably better. OnlyPass_Magic stood up weakly and brushed the gore off her armor and exposed legs and arms. She kneeled down and picked up the sword by it's rough leather grip and sheathed it in her belt. She felt somehow that she should explore the rest of the tomb and cautiously walked up through the hole in the wall that the demon's final explosion had made and finally came to a great chamber. There, above a molten pit stood a small island of stone, on it the chained and heavenly form of the Archangel Tyrael, in awe and shock she ambled towards him.
"Thankyou, Hero, for saving me!" he boomed in his unearthly tone "however, the evil; Diablo, has escaped you, you must continue to hunt him. My energy is fading, and my time grows shorter with each hour. Go now, their is celebration for you, where you deserve". He opened a portal with a wave of his hand, the blue light emanating from it, lighting up the walls of the tomb.
"go..." he whispered to the weakened amazon, who stood there now, dazed and confused.
She regained her senses and looked towards the glowing, azure rift and with a yell of both glee and agony, stepped to the other side: towards happiness, sorrow, rejoicing and adventure!
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OnlyPass_Magic killed duriel tonight at 11:36 Pm EST. It was quite a fight, after clearing the entire tomb before finding the chamber (which tends to be my luck usually). As you can see I got a *bit* carried away, but I thought it was worth it. The fight against duriel was tough, but she never died once in the whole affair. Having little experience with tankazons (she is right?) it was a new experience for me which I had a hard time with at first but got used to halfway through the tomb B) . So far I am really getting to like this account, it was a great inspiration for me (as you can see) and the character was all set up, I had to work with what I have, an overly enjoyable experience :D . Hopefully this will continue in the future, and perhaps people can continue my tradition and keep this *story* alive!
-Wapptor
<note>: The story took long enough to write, I must go to bed now or parents will kill me... I apologize for any spelling/gramatical errors, unless it's major try and not bother me much, I'll edit it tomorrow when I have more time.
With a gloved hand she reached into her belt and drew a piece of parchment on which she had etched the rune of the true tomb, of the great mage Tal Rasha, keeper of...Baal. The rune was two arrows, facing downards, and closely lined up with each other, they were topped by a small arrow facing the opposite direction. She gazed around the canyon, catching sight of 5 or 6 tombs. Standing around the perimiter were various idle demons, crush beasts, blood maggots and some of those damned desert cats, unaware of her deadly presence.
Her keen vision caught sight of the matching tomb and she jogged swiftly towards it, keeping her head up, looking for the demons. A crush beast caught sight of her and attempted to move in, she stopped and stood her ground. The crush beast moved closer, wobbling on its tree trunk legs and swinging its massive arms crazily. It made a large swipe towards her head, a decapitating blow, but luckily OnlyPass_Magic raised her sturdy shield in time to absorb much of the blow. She stumbled backwards in shock from the impact of the attack and the shield cracked slightly from the force. He swung again, but she dodged it, jumping nimbly out of the way. She sidestepped his third strike and this time drove the honed point of the sword through his blood-stained shaggy hide and spilling his innards, steaming, onto the hot sand. As the strength drained rapidly from him the beast hit the dune with a thunderous crush, while OnlyPass_Magic continued towards the tomb.
She reached the entrance and crept inside, leaving the heat of desert behind and becoming draped in an eerie (*spelling?*) chill which permeated the ancient tomb. Three corridors confronted her, each at different ninety degree angles, only one led to the correct tomb and the other two likely demise. She chose the one straight ahead and crept down the hallway. The door at the end of the corridor was an immobile stone column, tightly fitted into the rock wall, but by touching the ancient runes on it, she caused it to fall into the floor below, creating a great arching entranceway. A horde of grinning skeletons greeted her, swinging their demonic blades quickly. She dodged among them and swung her sword frantically, trying desperately to avoid their killing blows. A rusty scimitar landed itself in her thigh, cutting through the bone, and she began to collapse as her leg failed her. She grabbed a healing potion, popped the cork and downed it, drinking most while some ran down her helmet and face. The bone awkardly reset and the skin miraculously began to heal, knitting itself together by elongating strands. It wasn't perfect but it worked. She smashed the skeleton before her with her shield and broke it into hundreds of bones, hacking through the pack she managed to get towards the decrepit mummy, empowering the skeletons from the back corner of the room. With a horizontal slash of her sword she critically struck the demon and destroyed its exposed ripcage, breaking it in two halves which independantly crashed to the floor, sending toxic dust into the air. A bit more swordlplay dispatched the rest of the skeletons and she moved on.
The corridors continued endlessly, winding in circles and only bringing her back to places she had been before, or so she thought. OnlyPass_Magic fought hundreds of skeletons, vampires and mummies, each one dyeing to her ever sharp blade. Eventually she found herself back at the original three corridors, dripping in sweat and blood, suffering from wounds and overcome by fatigue. She went the final route and found herself at a great, humming orifice, with the matching seven glyphs of the tombs etched around its stone base. From her backpack she drew an ornate Horadric staff and aimed it's bottom end towards the opening, with her last bit of strength she jammed the staff into the opening and waited...
...It spun slowly at first and then more rapidly, until it became a transparent blur of white light, blinding OnlyPass_Magic. It rose from the Orifice now and seven pillars of light burst forth from the glyphs recorded on the floor. The staff and the beams coalesced into one brilliant vortex and sent a bolt of energy towards the wall, shattering rock and revealing an opening, an opening into the tomb... OnlyPass_Magic chugged her last potion, and throwing caution to the wind, jumped inside, ready for whatever was coming.
The cold hit her first, like the cold of being submerged in icy water, stinging needles of pain penetraing her flesh and slowing her, she had to fight through the agony. A deep voice taunted her, a demonic voice, but not the voice of Diablo, the one she sought: "Looking for Baal?". A large sluglike creature rolled towards her on eight insectile legs, he had two massive pincers upon his shoulders and a small head with enourmous jaws. His abdomen was a flabby eggsac, from which the legs extended, but he guarded this at all times. Under his grotesque form was a freezing aura, this was what had chilled OnlyPass_Magic, literally to the bone. She tried to shake the cold as much as possible and charged towards the demon. Realizing that she had missed Diablo filled her with an uncontrollable rage. She battled furiously with the demon, hacking and slashing, cutting wounds in his ever resistant hide and blocking the massive strikes of his pincers. She backed up but miraculously he closed the distance instantly, hitting her in the face and knocking her back, stunned and bleeding. She knew her nose was broken and her jaw as well, but she had to keep fighting. She moved in again and stabbed at his face, this time the demon swung at her shield arm and shattered the metal with a decisive blow. Her arm also shattered under the force and she let it dangle at her side, still fighting but preparing to die. The demon came again, she could barely see through the blood oozing from her forehead and nose and her jaw was immobile and clenched in a warriors grimace. With one last burst of rage she hacked at the demon, swinging left, right and upwards in a vicious arc. The blade struck true, the first strike cutting off his left arm, the second driving itself into his jaw and the third hitting him in the midsection, near his vulnerable abdomen. His abdomen ruptured in a magnificent explosion showering sparks all over the room, the wall's collaped and the demon fell apart, crumbling under his own weight while insects and demonic goo and puss pooled on the floor. OnlyPass_Magic began to fade from this world, as her body hit the cool floor she grasped with her one good hand the healing potion the demon had dropped and poured it down her throat as unconciousness overtook her...
...She woke in the chamber and slowly moved her broken arm, it had healed, so had her jaw and nose and she felt considerably better. OnlyPass_Magic stood up weakly and brushed the gore off her armor and exposed legs and arms. She kneeled down and picked up the sword by it's rough leather grip and sheathed it in her belt. She felt somehow that she should explore the rest of the tomb and cautiously walked up through the hole in the wall that the demon's final explosion had made and finally came to a great chamber. There, above a molten pit stood a small island of stone, on it the chained and heavenly form of the Archangel Tyrael, in awe and shock she ambled towards him.
"Thankyou, Hero, for saving me!" he boomed in his unearthly tone "however, the evil; Diablo, has escaped you, you must continue to hunt him. My energy is fading, and my time grows shorter with each hour. Go now, their is celebration for you, where you deserve". He opened a portal with a wave of his hand, the blue light emanating from it, lighting up the walls of the tomb.
"go..." he whispered to the weakened amazon, who stood there now, dazed and confused.
She regained her senses and looked towards the glowing, azure rift and with a yell of both glee and agony, stepped to the other side: towards happiness, sorrow, rejoicing and adventure!
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OnlyPass_Magic killed duriel tonight at 11:36 Pm EST. It was quite a fight, after clearing the entire tomb before finding the chamber (which tends to be my luck usually). As you can see I got a *bit* carried away, but I thought it was worth it. The fight against duriel was tough, but she never died once in the whole affair. Having little experience with tankazons (she is right?) it was a new experience for me which I had a hard time with at first but got used to halfway through the tomb B) . So far I am really getting to like this account, it was a great inspiration for me (as you can see) and the character was all set up, I had to work with what I have, an overly enjoyable experience :D . Hopefully this will continue in the future, and perhaps people can continue my tradition and keep this *story* alive!
-Wapptor
<note>: The story took long enough to write, I must go to bed now or parents will kill me... I apologize for any spelling/gramatical errors, unless it's major try and not bother me much, I'll edit it tomorrow when I have more time.
"The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; and the pessimist fears this is true."
-- James Branch Cabell
-- James Branch Cabell