I had previously entered a contest on diablosanctuary for the chance to win a beta key. The contest was to create a story/lore. I took my own approach and created a diablo related, but not accurate lore. Unfortunately I did not win. However I figured I would post here and share my story with others and maybe someone will enjoy it this time and I will receive a key. If not, at least I hope it is a fun read. Thanks.
Well here is my entry. I took a little different approach and created my own lore tidbit using actually items and characters from previous Diablo games. I spent a decent amount of time trying to make it creative and to keep you thinking. Overall, I had fun creating this lore, and like others, I hope to win the contest. I tried to keep it simple and to the point, yet also interesting and fun. I hope by staying close to the guidelines (500 words) that it does not lower your chances of winning because some other people may have the time on hand to write a longer one. I have a job and school and a girlfriend, so I don't exactly have too much spare time . However, don't get me wrong, I have time to play Diablo 3 beta Good luck everyone and thanks for reading.
Sweat drips down the mighty barbarian’s face as he sighs in relief to the sight of his blade impaled into the chest of the demon. As the demon falls to his knees, the barbarian looks deep into the eyes of his foe. He has stared into the eyes of many demons; however, this time was different. He saw not the eyes of a demon but the eyes of a man. The demon’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he fell lifelessly to the muddy Earth. The barbarian sees a tomb of some sort attached to the sash of the fallen demon. The sash seemed to be made of human ears. It was a string of ears. He grabs the tomb and opens it to reveal its contents. It was a journal that read.....
“It has been 39 days and nights and it feels like this journey will never end. My feet bleed and feel as if I am walking on knives. I have traveled through the sandy deserts of Lut Gholein, the damned woods of the Kurast Docks, and into what seems to be Hell itself. If you are reading this letter, I am probably another soulless corpse on the ground. I am afraid I can’t go on much longer. I have seen things no man should witness; horrific things. I have killed many damned souls and demons to get where I stand. I keep hearing voices which seem to be the Lord of Terror. I must be getting closer. I hear whispers in my nightmares telling me I will one day be another controlled soul of Diablo. They say I will one day take the life of my grandchild. It frightens me because I am aware of the power he possesses. I have seen it firsthand. I have slayed upwards of 40 men and women who were bound and tortured for eternity. I released them to the heavens. Every corner I turn I see men, women, and children bound and penetrated to crosses and planks. You are probably wondering why I would go on such a suicidal quest. Well, there is only one reason; for my grandson. If I slay the Lord of Terror he will get to live the peaceful life he deserves. Well I must go for I am at the Plains of Despair at the feet of Diablo. If you find this journal please search and give it to my grandson Terrance. I love you, Izual.”
For the first time in Terrance’s life, a tear falls from his eye, for the demon he slayed was his own grandfather. The barbarian falls to his knees in pain. The pain was not from physical pain, but from emotion. Terrance stares at the blade soaked in his grandfather’s blood. It was a mighty sword, long, with rigged edges. He vowed he would one day slay the Lord of Terror with this blade. However, a blade with such meaning and purpose needed a name. Terrance looks at his dead grandfather and then the blade and whispers, “This legendary blade will bestow the name The Grandfather!
Length... 518 words.
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Well here is my entry. I took a little different approach and created my own lore tidbit using actually items and characters from previous Diablo games. I spent a decent amount of time trying to make it creative and to keep you thinking. Overall, I had fun creating this lore, and like others, I hope to win the contest. I tried to keep it simple and to the point, yet also interesting and fun. I hope by staying close to the guidelines (500 words) that it does not lower your chances of winning because some other people may have the time on hand to write a longer one. I have a job and school and a girlfriend, so I don't exactly have too much spare time
Sweat drips down the mighty barbarian’s face as he sighs in relief to the sight of his blade impaled into the chest of the demon. As the demon falls to his knees, the barbarian looks deep into the eyes of his foe. He has stared into the eyes of many demons; however, this time was different. He saw not the eyes of a demon but the eyes of a man. The demon’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he fell lifelessly to the muddy Earth. The barbarian sees a tomb of some sort attached to the sash of the fallen demon. The sash seemed to be made of human ears. It was a string of ears. He grabs the tomb and opens it to reveal its contents. It was a journal that read.....
“It has been 39 days and nights and it feels like this journey will never end. My feet bleed and feel as if I am walking on knives. I have traveled through the sandy deserts of Lut Gholein, the damned woods of the Kurast Docks, and into what seems to be Hell itself. If you are reading this letter, I am probably another soulless corpse on the ground. I am afraid I can’t go on much longer. I have seen things no man should witness; horrific things. I have killed many damned souls and demons to get where I stand. I keep hearing voices which seem to be the Lord of Terror. I must be getting closer. I hear whispers in my nightmares telling me I will one day be another controlled soul of Diablo. They say I will one day take the life of my grandchild. It frightens me because I am aware of the power he possesses. I have seen it firsthand. I have slayed upwards of 40 men and women who were bound and tortured for eternity. I released them to the heavens. Every corner I turn I see men, women, and children bound and penetrated to crosses and planks. You are probably wondering why I would go on such a suicidal quest. Well, there is only one reason; for my grandson. If I slay the Lord of Terror he will get to live the peaceful life he deserves. Well I must go for I am at the Plains of Despair at the feet of Diablo. If you find this journal please search and give it to my grandson Terrance. I love you, Izual.”
For the first time in Terrance’s life, a tear falls from his eye, for the demon he slayed was his own grandfather. The barbarian falls to his knees in pain. The pain was not from physical pain, but from emotion. Terrance stares at the blade soaked in his grandfather’s blood. It was a mighty sword, long, with rigged edges. He vowed he would one day slay the Lord of Terror with this blade. However, a blade with such meaning and purpose needed a name. Terrance looks at his dead grandfather and then the blade and whispers, “This legendary blade will bestow the name The Grandfather!
Length... 518 words.