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    posted a message on The Vizjerei Reject
    Quote from Siaynoq

    I struggled with this a bit cause of the 1st person writing you chose to went with. And I know the Wizards are supposed to be cocky, but this character's disposition doesn't seem to change from that one bit.


    I must admit I feel the same reading this again. I remember struggling with developing the wizards persona when writing it which was made harder by the fact that I was trying to do it from his eyes (first person view).

    My main aim with this story was to practice writing an action/battle scene that had some flow to it as I had never done that before. It seems that I failed to give the reader anything to attach themselves to the wizard as he just comes across as an arrogant douche lol. In addition - I don't particularly like my battle scene writing in this story either but I did learn a lot from writing it.

    Oh well - maybe I will try again with a chapter 2 where he inflicts pain on giant arachnids!

    Thanks for the comments :)
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    posted a message on The Mercenary
    Really enjoying the story Scyber.

    Keep it going!
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    posted a message on Monk of Sanctuary
    Cool - thanks man. Glad you liked it enough to have a play around with it!

    Some Rep 4 u! :P
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    posted a message on The Vizjerei Reject
    So does anyone like the story?? lol - I thought it turned out pretty cool...

    I've changed bits of the story since I originally posted. Any feedback would be appreciated.

    Thanks.
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    posted a message on D3 Wizard Fan Fiction Story
    Hey ppl,

    I have written an extension to blizzards official backstory on the Wizard class. The story delves into what has become of the wizard after he fought the Vizjerei mage Valthek and fled.

    Enjoy :P


    The Vizjerei Reject

    The Fallen Cavern

    The last imp exploded in a burst of dark crimson as the glowing red beam of energy penetrated it's chest. Scattered remains of him and his brethren painted the walls of the cavern. A very satisfying, but messy way to dispose of my enemies.

    It is my love of this particular spell that has provided me with my enemies undivided attention.

    Although I am talented at all Magics - I particularly enjoy casting disintegrate into the midst of my enemies. There is something extremely gratifying about watching several demons simultaneously explode under my power!

    My former teachers, the Vizjerei Mages, were too afraid to even discuss the use of such a spell with me as it is performed by manipulating primal forces that have long been forbidden to tamper with. Hah! They were forbidden because they were so powerful the ancient mages deemed the spells too dangerous to control...too dangerous for them maybe, but not me!

    Call me a Wizard, if you like, but I choose to embrace the dangerous arts! I disagree with the Vizjerei and believe they do not practice disintegrate and other spells of its nature because they are too weak, too inept to muster the energy to control such power!

    Even if they could somehow match my energy, none could match my intellect. I have proven this by defeating the powerful Yshari mage, Valthek, by casting a simple time manipulation spell which sent the old man flying head first into a wall. It was never my intent to cause him any long term harm. However, he threatened to punish me which is a very bad idea as I have always had a very short temper...

    After the incident with Valthek, I decided to leave the Vizjerei school in fear of the punishment that awaited me if I stayed. My only choice to ensure a safe escape was to journey far away - mostly alone, mostly by foot.

    I now find myself in a lush exception of the north eastern corner of the Kehjistan Desert. By luck alone, I have stumbled upon a small but relatively wholesome town simply named Keegla. Surely the incident with Valthek would not reach a little town such as this. After two days here, resting and eating until I could rest and eat no more, I decided it was time to really test my knowledge and skills. And what better way to do this than to confront the foul inhabitants of what the locals here have come to name 'the Fallen Cavern' in open combat!

    While preparing for my quest the night before I was visited by several of the older near-by residents who told me their tales of previous heroes whom sought glory in the caverns. The brave souls they spoke of were grand in their recollections - 7 feet tall, wearing glowing armour and wielding grand weapons. They told me their tales because none of these 'heroes' were ever seen again. ..

    As is my nature, I smiled and assured them that none before me would have wielded the knowledge, power or skill that I possess. To which they responded by staring at me blankly - quiet, with their decrepit jaws seemingly dislodged by my proclamation. In fact, all the locals I have spoken with were astounded by my blatant disregard of their warnings, all but one. A small boy with the strangest red hair I have ever seen. When the boy heard of my plan to cleanse the fallen cavern and return with the rich contents that are surely hidden deep within the caverns depths, he jumped up and down joyfully, ecstatic with excitement. The boy's response brought me little satisfaction as I had hoped for a similar response from more of my audience. It seems my unsuccessful predecessors had robbed the locals of their hope and they were uncomfortably upfront with their low expectations of me.

    Now, a full day later and deep within the cavern, I find myself confronted with a family of the fell demons we call 'The Fallen.' Their oily skin is blood-red and they have the stink of a rotting dung pit. An enemy easily disposed of in small numbers and hardly worthy of my attention - but good sport none-the-less!

    After successfully disposing of several fallen in a quiet-strategic manner, I decided it was time to really test out my skills by disposing of five Fallen imps whom were mumbling around a small fire.

    To make myself known I sent a rather unnecessarily powerful disintegrate spell into their ranks and watched as they exploded. As this particular section of the cavern was relatively empty it seemed harmless enough to draw attention to myself.

    After successfully slaying the five imps I decided to spice things up even more and cast my ever-strong 'electrocute' spell into a congregation of eight Fallen gathered to my right. The group contained 6 filthy Imps, a Shaman whom looked to be in meditation and one of the biggest-ugliest Hell-Hounds I had ever seen. Fortunately, the gigantic Hound looked to be in a deep sleep which I hoped would allow me to take care of his kin before worrying about him!

    Unlike the previous groups of Fallen I had disposed of today, the imps were well aware of my presence and already charging towards me, infuriated by my intrusion. I smiled wickedly at their challenge, closed my eyes and reached deep inside myself - searching for the built up energy that I have always felt in my heart. All other thoughts faded from my mind.

    My concentration was infallible and with little effort I released the built up energy into my body. As the spell began to materialize, I felt a deep burning sensation scorch my hands and then - an ear popping crack filled the cavern. Angry electricity shot through my arms and in a burst of florescent light, lightning exploded from my outstretched hands and engulfed the closest fallen. The twisted strands of electrical energy jumped from the first imp onto his neighbor and one by one the 6 imps fell to their knees under the shock of my spell. As I watched my prey squirm in the grip of raging blue light an overpowering sound ripped through the cavern and made the very ground shake!

    The gigantic Hell-hound had awakened!

    I felt the charge of my spell reduce to nothing as the last imp fell still. On the other side of the now crispy imp corpses stood the overgrown Hell hound that towered over his tiny shaman master. The black smoke rising from the dead bodies polluted the enclosed cavern and made it hard to breath without choking. I quickly wrapped a spare piece of cloth around my nose and mouth to try filter the air. Although my brow had begun to sweat and my breathing had quickened, I felt battle ready - maybe more than I ever had. The adrenalin that comes with unleashing my power to its full extent is a feeling like no other!

    The shaman let out a high pitched squeal that pierced my ears and struck the hound with his gnarled staff. The hound grunted aggressively in acknowledgment of his master's command and began his ferocious charge. As I prepared to dispose of the behemoth running towards me the shaman summoned a ball of scorching flame and launched it at me. Caught unawares I sent a quick, ineffective, magic missile in retaliation and produced a dome of time manipulation that slows all foreign objects within its borders. I jumped to the side and rolled back to my feet unsheathing the Vizjerei's sword of sorcery - a prize possession of the Vizjerei and my "departing present' from the school.

    By this time the ball of flame had hit my slowing dome and was no longer a danger to me as it passed harmlessly by. However, the shaman had now resurrected one of his fallen imp brothers and the charging hound was dangerously close. The gigantic fel-beast leaped towards me with his jaws opened wide. For the first time today I feared for my life!

    The source of my danger was obvious - the Hell-hound needed to be slain, and fast. As the hound began to enter my protective slowing dome, his speed slowed immediately giving me precious time to react. There was no time left to cast a spell powerful enough to kill the beast, no, I would have to fight this demon with my bare hands! I had hoped for another option but there was but one! Throwing all caution to the wayside - I jumped to the side of the slowed mass of the hound and swung my sword full circle into the top of the fiend's neck. The sharp blade sliced through the hell hounds red leathery skin like it was water and before I knew it my sword was free and so was the hounds head. I watched, eyes wide, as the gigantic head of the Hell-hound exited the opposite side of my slowing dome and rolled across the ground.

    I had never killed with a blade before and the experience felt very unnatural to me. Such a dirty- barbaric way to fight, I could never get a taste for it. Despite my hatred of CQC the Vizjerei sword seemed to respond to the taste of demon blood and I felt it's energy course through my arm and into my body. This sword has power!

    With only the shaman and his resurrected brethren to dispose of now, I looked around to assess my position. There was now another resurrected imp who, frightened by the sight of their freshly beheaded pet, was running back toward the Shaman with his Fallen comrade.

    From across the cavern I stared at the shaman and for the first time I could see the fear in his pearl black eyes! With all my strength - I swung the sword over my head with both hands, closed my eyes and teleported next to the shaman. As I emerged, the shaman was turning to run away but with all my strength I forced the sword down into the back of skull! The shaman let out a final whine before impact and then he too was silent. I placed my foot on the back of neck and yanked the embedded sword free. Again - I felt the sword surge with energy and flow into my body. The blade now produced a faint sky-blue glow.

    Turning around to face the two resurrected imps, I was stunned to see the cavern empty. Only the dead bodies remained. I ran over to find their tracks and discovered their escape route. The messy footsteps led to a blackened man-sized crevasse in the wall of the cavern. The edges of the crevasse were slimy and there were what looked like several crushed bones laid in front. As I approached the entrance, I began to hear sounds that struck fear into my heart. The fearsome sounds were coming from within the black hole into which the imps had escaped. However, these sounds were not the Fallen. Not like anything I've heard today. No, these sounds are something else entirely.

    Sticky-wet-crisp sounds - like that of giant arachnids!
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    posted a message on The Vizjerei Reject
    Hey ppl,

    I have written an extension to blizzards official backstory on the Wizard class. The story delves into what has become of the wizard after he fought the Vizjerei mage Valthek and fled.

    Enjoy :P


    The Vizjerei Reject

    Chapter One: The Fallen Cavern

    The last imp exploded in a burst of dark crimson as the glowing red beam of energy penetrated it's chest. Scattered remains of him and his brethren painted the walls of the cavern. A very satisfying, but messy way to dispose of my enemies.

    It is my love of this particular spell that has provided me with my enemies undivided attention.

    Although I am talented at all Magics - I particularly enjoy casting disintegrate into the midst of my enemies. There is something extremely gratifying about watching several demons simultaneously explode under my power!

    My former teachers, the Vizjerei Mages, were too afraid to even discuss the use of such a spell with me as it is performed by manipulating primal forces that have long been forbidden to tamper with. Hah! They were forbidden because they were so powerful the ancient mages deemed the spells too dangerous to control...too dangerous for them maybe, but not me!

    Call me a Wizard, if you like, but I choose to embrace the dangerous arts! I disagree with the Vizjerei and believe they do not practice disintegrate and other spells of its nature because they are too weak, too inept to muster the energy to control such power!

    Even if they could somehow match my energy, none could match my intellect. I have proven this by defeating the powerful Yshari mage, Valthek, by casting a simple time manipulation spell which sent the old man flying head first into a wall. It was never my intent to cause him any long term harm. However, he threatened to punish me which is a very bad idea as I have always had a very short temper...

    After the incident with Valthek, I decided to leave the Vizjerei school in fear of the punishment that awaited me if I stayed. My only choice to ensure a safe escape was to journey far away - mostly alone, mostly by foot.

    I now find myself in a lush exception of the north eastern corner of the Kehjistan Desert. By luck alone, I have stumbled upon a small but relatively wholesome town simply named Keegla. Surely the incident with Valthek would not reach a little town such as this. After two days here, resting and eating until I could rest and eat no more, I decided it was time to really test my knowledge and skills. And what better way to do this than to confront the foul inhabitants of what the locals here have come to name 'the Fallen Cavern' in open combat!

    While preparing for my quest the night before I was visited by several of the older near-by residents who told me their tales of previous heroes whom sought glory in the caverns. The brave souls they spoke of were grand in their recollections - 7 feet tall, wearing glowing armour and wielding grand weapons. They told me their tales because none of these 'heroes' were ever seen again. ..

    As is my nature, I smiled and assured them that none before me would have wielded the knowledge, power or skill that I possess. To which they responded by staring at me blankly - quiet, with their decrepit jaws seemingly dislodged by my proclamation. In fact, all the locals I have spoken with were astounded by my blatant disregard of their warnings, all but one. A small boy with the strangest red hair I have ever seen. When the boy heard of my plan to cleanse the fallen cavern and return with the rich contents that are surely hidden deep within the caverns depths, he jumped up and down joyfully, ecstatic with excitement. The boy's response brought me little satisfaction as I had hoped for a similar response from more of my audience. It seems my unsuccessful predecessors had robbed the locals of their hope and they were uncomfortably upfront with their low expectations of me.

    Now, a full day later and deep within the cavern, I find myself confronted with a family of the fell demons we call 'The Fallen.' Their oily skin is blood-red and they have the stink of a rotting dung pit. An enemy easily disposed of in small numbers and hardly worthy of my attention - but good sport none-the-less!

    After successfully disposing of several fallen in a quiet-strategic manner, I decided it was time to really test out my skills by disposing of five Fallen imps whom were mumbling around a small fire.

    To make myself known I sent a rather unnecessarily powerful disintegrate spell into their ranks and watched as they exploded. As this particular section of the cavern was relatively empty it seemed harmless enough to draw attention to myself.

    After successfully slaying the five imps I decided to spice things up even more and cast my ever-strong 'electrocute' spell into a congregation of eight Fallen gathered to my right. The group contained 6 filthy Imps, a Shaman whom looked to be in meditation and one of the biggest-ugliest Hell-Hounds I had ever seen. Fortunately, the gigantic Hound looked to be in a deep sleep which I hoped would allow me to take care of his kin before worrying about him!

    Unlike the previous groups of Fallen I had disposed of today, the imps were well aware of my presence and already charging towards me, infuriated by my intrusion. I smiled wickedly at their challenge, closed my eyes and reached deep inside myself - searching for the built up energy that I have always felt in my heart. All other thoughts faded from my mind.

    My concentration was infallible and with little effort I released the built up energy into my body. As the spell began to materialize, I felt a deep burning sensation scorch my hands and then - an ear popping crack filled the cavern. Angry electricity shot through my arms and in a burst of florescent light, lightning exploded from my outstretched hands and engulfed the closest fallen. The twisted strands of electrical energy jumped from the first imp onto his neighbor and one by one the 6 imps fell to their knees under the shock of my spell. As I watched my prey squirm in the grip of raging blue light an overpowering sound ripped through the cavern and made the very ground shake!

    The gigantic Hell-hound had awakened!

    I felt the charge of my spell reduce to nothing as the last imp fell still. On the other side of the now crispy imp corpses stood the overgrown Hell hound that towered over his tiny shaman master. The black smoke rising from the dead bodies polluted the enclosed cavern and made it hard to breath without choking. I quickly wrapped a spare piece of cloth around my nose and mouth to try filter the air. Although my brow had begun to sweat and my breathing had quickened, I felt battle ready - maybe more than I ever had. The adrenalin that comes with unleashing my power to its full extent is a feeling like no other!

    The shaman let out a high pitched squeal that pierced my ears and struck the hound with his gnarled staff. The hound grunted aggressively in acknowledgment of his master's command and began his ferocious charge. As I prepared to dispose of the behemoth running towards me the shaman summoned a ball of scorching flame and launched it at me. Caught unawares I sent a quick, ineffective, magic missile in retaliation and produced a dome of time manipulation that slows all foreign objects within its borders. I jumped to the side and rolled back to my feet unsheathing the Vizjerei's sword of sorcery - a prize possession of the Vizjerei and my "departing present' from the school.

    By this time the ball of flame had hit my slowing dome and was no longer a danger to me as it passed harmlessly by. However, the shaman had now resurrected one of his fallen imp brothers and the charging hound was dangerously close. The gigantic fel-beast leaped towards me with his jaws opened wide. For the first time today I feared for my life!

    The source of my danger was obvious - the Hell-hound needed to be slain, and fast. As the hound began to enter my protective slowing dome, his speed slowed immediately giving me precious time to react. There was no time left to cast a spell powerful enough to kill the beast, no, I would have to fight this demon with my bare hands! I had hoped for another option but there was but one! Throwing all caution to the wayside - I jumped to the side of the slowed mass of the hound and swung my sword full circle into the top of the fiend's neck. The sharp blade sliced through the hell hounds red leathery skin like it was water and before I knew it my sword was free and so was the hounds head. I watched, eyes wide, as the gigantic head of the Hell-hound exited the opposite side of my slowing dome and rolled across the ground.

    I had never killed with a blade before and the experience felt very unnatural to me. Such a dirty- barbaric way to fight, I could never get a taste for it. Despite my hatred of CQC the Vizjerei sword seemed to respond to the taste of demon blood and I felt it's energy course through my arm and into my body. This sword has power!

    With only the shaman and his resurrected brethren to dispose of now, I looked around to assess my position. There was now another resurrected imp who, frightened by the sight of their freshly beheaded pet, was running back toward the Shaman with his Fallen comrade.

    From across the cavern I stared at the shaman and for the first time I could see the fear in his pearl black eyes! With all my strength - I swung the sword over my head with both hands, closed my eyes and teleported next to the shaman. As I emerged, the shaman was turning to run away but with all my strength I forced the sword down into the back of skull! The shaman let out a final whine before impact and then he too was silent. I placed my foot on the back of neck and yanked the embedded sword free. Again - I felt the sword surge with energy and flow into my body. The blade now produced a faint sky-blue glow.

    Turning around to face the two resurrected imps, I was stunned to see the cavern empty. Only the dead bodies remained. I ran over to find their tracks and discovered their escape route. The messy footsteps led to a blackened man-sized crevasse in the wall of the cavern. The edges of the crevasse were slimy and there were what looked like several crushed bones laid in front. As I approached the entrance, I began to hear sounds that struck fear into my heart. The fearsome sounds were coming from within the black hole into which the imps had escaped. However, these sounds were not the Fallen. Not like anything I've heard today. No, these sounds are something else entirely.

    Sticky-wet-crisp sounds - like that of giant arachnids!


    End Chapter One :)
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    posted a message on Female WD
    Quote from "Daxiongmao87" »
    Remember Andariel and what she wore? (or didn't wear)



    or succubus in diablo 1 :)



    Good point haha
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    posted a message on Female Witch Doctor and Ladder Reset Time Announced
    Ok lol - she is dam cool!

    Anyone else think her boobs bounce a little whack though?? haha they like yoyo up and down
    Posted in: News & Announcements
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    posted a message on Wizard- D3
    Sweet man. R you just drawing these and color/painting them or using a program to finish it off or what?

    Would love to know your process as I am a fan of your style.
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    posted a message on Flail Barbarian D3
    Really nice man - I like the face he's pulling and how you've just shadowed his eyes and concentrated more on his facial expression. I think I might try that as I have trouble with drawing eyes.
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    posted a message on Monk of Sanctuary
    Quote from "naj" »
    Hey man nice job with that, good pose and the proportions are working well.

    Regarding the face, you need to make the eyes a lot more defined, looks quite unclear and i not able to pick out features of the eyes. Though this might be a scanner or my screen problem :)

    while working on lineart there are many methods you can take to make things stand out more. A simple approach is to pick up a softer pencil and pick out the outline of key features such as the shoulderpads, weapons etc, anything you want to focus on. Draw a little harder on the paper without tearing it in two :P
    Another trick but a little more trickier is to develop shading that contrasts in you key areas..that will also create a more focal point.

    But yea man good to see more art comin in, kep it up man this piece looks like it can be coloured and finished to a solid concept :thumbsup:


    Cheers for the tips Naj.
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    posted a message on Monk of Sanctuary
    lol yeah i hate drawing faces!

    Yeah i played the monk a lot in guild wars a few years back so I used his figure and tried to add and change bits too it. The Monk was so fun to play in that game! Though I didn't 'trace' it - I did use a guild wars monk pic to keep me from making the proportions too big etc.

    I in no way claim that I drew the dude without heavily depending on the guild wars monk. I am only really beginning to draw so I find using other pics/drawings really helpful to teach me how to keep in proportion etc.

    Hopefully in the near future I will be able to do it without any aid.

    Cheers for the comments.
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    posted a message on Monk of Sanctuary
    Thanks Jamoose! I uploaded the roar drawing for you since you like pencil drawings :P. I was going to have a crazy big serpent/dragon lookin dude behind him. My plan was to give the monk a skill to summon the spirit of Trang'oul to help him fight. But I didn't finish the skill tree either haha :P

    Yeah I don't draw often at all so I was actually pretty happy with how it turned out.

    I like when ppl can take their drawings and paint/photoshop them into awesomeness. lol. Unfortunately I donno how to do any of that stuff!

    Any tips with what I could do to encahnce the drawing in photoshop would be welcome!
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    posted a message on Monk of Sanctuary
    Hey ppl,

    So first fan art submission for me :) -



    No Background:


    Roar scan of unfinished drawing:


    I drew this a while back but never uploaded. Was gonna submit it along with my lore entry for the Blizzcon fan art contest a while back but never bothered. Lore entry - http://www.diablofans.com/forums/showpost.php?p=441700&postcount=19

    I got the general concept for the drawing from the monk in guild wars and tried to make it cooler for D3.

    Hope ya's like.
    Posted in: Fan Art
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    posted a message on Possible Class " Nomad "
    Concept I found of a 'Bandit City' - Surmaste in my story haha :P

    Posted in: Unannounced Class
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