DarkInfinity
20-01-2005, 04:31
Maybe a long story (also known as a novel) about 7 characters who battled their ways through ACTUAL D2 Acts with Actual Quests and stuff like that.
I was bored at Chemistry so I ramdomly thought of the beginning movie, or really, the preview one in Starcraft, and wrote down this:
After defeating Diablo in the town of Tristrum, I found safety and haven in that dusty old town, a home, as many would call it.
But then the nightmares started, the very images of the battles and creatures of terror I encountered under that very dungeon came back to haunt me in the form of dreams. Nights became restless, and my trepidation began to increase, I knew I simply cannot stay at Tristrum, I had to get away from it all.
As the town of Tristrum disappeared from my horizon, I hope to find peace as I travel with a trading caravan. I had no where to go, no home to return to, no family to see, I had simply lost all sense of direction. A question lingers in my mind : Where will I go?
The nightmares did not lessen as I had hoped, and the very images still haunt me as though as they were happening around me, again. I can simply not go on, I am on the edge of sanity, I will go mad soon.
After the caravan's stop, I began wandering. To where? You might ask, for I myself still find the question unanswerable.
The nightmares worsened as minutes, seconds go by, and I simply could not bare it. Maybe it was the soulstone of Diablo that I carried with me, for it locked the very existence of the Lord of Terror within, very haunting, yet filled all men close to it with a lust toward power and domination.
As I edge closer toward the Sightless Eyes, the very encampment of the Rogues, I recognized my direction, it was the East. From that time on, I knew it will always be East, always.
And I fear much, and the fear had came true, the dreams had foretold it. We have all being tricked by Diablo, the Lord of Terror, for Tristrum was merely a ruse, a guile, to a greater quest and goal. I can feel the lust for power strengthen at every passing seconds, and hear whispers from the dark corners, as though something were there; there probably are.
And I knew I was lost, fallen, to the atrocious plan and Diablo himself. And I knew that once I pass through the First Gate, I would leave a part of myself, the better part of it , behind as my soul began diminishing and twisting to suit the evil that burried itself inside of me. I knew I would leave my soul, my identity, and my very own existence behind me, forever...
A Prelude??? Maybe? Anyoen interested, just a random thought. Excuse the run-ons, too lazy to make it good. Any comments?
I was bored at Chemistry so I ramdomly thought of the beginning movie, or really, the preview one in Starcraft, and wrote down this:
After defeating Diablo in the town of Tristrum, I found safety and haven in that dusty old town, a home, as many would call it.
But then the nightmares started, the very images of the battles and creatures of terror I encountered under that very dungeon came back to haunt me in the form of dreams. Nights became restless, and my trepidation began to increase, I knew I simply cannot stay at Tristrum, I had to get away from it all.
As the town of Tristrum disappeared from my horizon, I hope to find peace as I travel with a trading caravan. I had no where to go, no home to return to, no family to see, I had simply lost all sense of direction. A question lingers in my mind : Where will I go?
The nightmares did not lessen as I had hoped, and the very images still haunt me as though as they were happening around me, again. I can simply not go on, I am on the edge of sanity, I will go mad soon.
After the caravan's stop, I began wandering. To where? You might ask, for I myself still find the question unanswerable.
The nightmares worsened as minutes, seconds go by, and I simply could not bare it. Maybe it was the soulstone of Diablo that I carried with me, for it locked the very existence of the Lord of Terror within, very haunting, yet filled all men close to it with a lust toward power and domination.
As I edge closer toward the Sightless Eyes, the very encampment of the Rogues, I recognized my direction, it was the East. From that time on, I knew it will always be East, always.
And I fear much, and the fear had came true, the dreams had foretold it. We have all being tricked by Diablo, the Lord of Terror, for Tristrum was merely a ruse, a guile, to a greater quest and goal. I can feel the lust for power strengthen at every passing seconds, and hear whispers from the dark corners, as though something were there; there probably are.
And I knew I was lost, fallen, to the atrocious plan and Diablo himself. And I knew that once I pass through the First Gate, I would leave a part of myself, the better part of it , behind as my soul began diminishing and twisting to suit the evil that burried itself inside of me. I knew I would leave my soul, my identity, and my very own existence behind me, forever...
A Prelude??? Maybe? Anyoen interested, just a random thought. Excuse the run-ons, too lazy to make it good. Any comments?