After my previous engagement with the fallens, I have been expediting my training on a level that breaks my physical limits. My commander, Carloseus, along with Fudlow and Lord Silver have been pushing my limits. They helped me train with my new Shuriko, that I have obtained from Carloseus, showing me the true power behind it. They have also taught me the art of war and how to cope with the never ending blood shed that I must learn to endure in the future. And lastly, showing me that instead of keeping my insanity of war at bay, I should use it to achieve my goals.
Every day, I got stronger...faster...smarter, and with every day passing I grew bonds with my fellow brothers-in-arms. Not only the extent of SLAYERS, but throughout SICK. I was being recognized by many, of my abilities and the potential I had in leadership and combat.
Many duels...so many sparring matches...time after time I lost to the best of SICK. But every time that I had fallen...I rose again, pushing my limits even more. My will, driving me to become the best and not be considered a weakling to evil. For me to be the best, and offer my assistance to Lord Silver of my never ending life debt I owe.
Many years have been spent with endless training until I reached my final plateau. With the powers given to me by Nihalathak, the wisdom of Lord Silver, the strength of Carloseus, and the strategics of war from Fudlow, I have become complete as a warrior of the light, a monster to evil, a SLAYER. With new found abilities that I could only dream of...I was recognized as one of the best. For my mere presence trembeled the hearts of all of those who stand on the side of evil. No one could stop my will...my promise...my purpose, to claim salvation.
A few months have passed and Lord Carloseus has summoned me to his quarters. We began a conversation that I soaked in every word spoken to me thinking it was another lesson. He then arose from his throne and announced for me to another promotion. Commander Carloseus has promoted me once more to Senior Officer within SLAYERS. I could not understand why he would appointment as Senior Officer, especially with my seniority with SLAYERS. But if that what Lord Carloseus wanted of me, I took the postition with confidence and honor. I then vowed not to disappoint my fellow SLAYERS and to Carloseus that I shall not fail. I was then given the role of being the official recruiter of SLAYERS. Carloseus must have gave me this assignment due to my hidden ability of leadership to others. That very day, I recruited two new members that joined SICK and another the following day.
I have only been in battle once, under the flag of SICK and I was already 3rd in command of SLAYERS. Much faith was bestowed by Commander Carloseus and that faith drove my confidence and will on becoming great.
The once famed Achillies once said, "...I only wish to be remembered in the of my actions...I want my name to carry on through the ages...that's when men become immortal..." That legacy would once again be placed in my hands for I was ready...
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It was early morning and I was already in meditation on the cliff's edge where Lord Silver's fortress lies. The early morning where the sun has yet to show greetings to me, where the cold morning brisk is heavy, where it was silent because of all living things were asleep. After a year of never-ending training, I was then forced to train my mind. To reshape my soul and to memorize everything that my Commanders and Lord have taught me. My twisted soul was no longer considered corrupted, but more like reborned to achieve salvation. I was considered as one of the strongest among my legion. I looked back to the man, the demon I once was, and now I look at myself today and all the achievements I have accomplished. I have become elite.
Towards the closure of my mediation, I sense the strong essence of my Commander, Carloseus behind me. He sat down next to me and told me everything about me. He started to tell me a story of when he first saw me after Murderface has recruited me into SLAYERS, and saw a raging, uncontrolable beast within me. He said that it would be a challenge to see if even himself could tame the beast, with much hesitation in his voice. And he told me that if he could do so...what power I would have...what potential I could achieve in SICK. I listened to him as if he was my brother instead of my commander. I took everything he said to heart, as I glared at the sun rising from its slumber.
After a few minutes of socializing with my Commander, the warning bells of Lord Silver's Battle Fortress steeple, shooked the ground. Everyone was to go to the War Room for the briefing. On my way to the War Room where all legion commanders and their Decurions would meet, I spotted Murderface, grabbing his armor and swiftly putting them on...we all new what was coming. Lord Silver, accompanied by Elfen Lied told everyone to sit down and shut up. He told all the legion leaders and Decurions about the situation.
"Four Hordes of Death Lords and one thousand Death Knights are heading for a town located east of Mt. Arreat. The king of Ecclaisia has sent runners to our Fortress and have asked for our help." The room was silent...everyones faces, especially some of the legion commanders whom have numberous newcomers to our guild. "I am sending two of our legions to help assist Ecclaisia and it will be volunteering grounds. Any commanders here will be willing to save Ecclaisia?" Lord Carloseus was one of the first to stand up and declared himself as one of the first to go. The second legion commander who stood up was Darkjay, commander of the Legion of the Damned, whom took his mighty axe and placed to his chest and bowed. "Great...may you all return home with success." Everyone stood up, and saluted to Lord Silver as he walked out of the War Room.
Carloseus, Fudlow, and Myself walked out of the War Room and went to our quarters to discuss privately, on who will all go. No doubt that the three of us will go, but did not want all of SLAYERS to go, incase for the worst. Lord Silver must have alot of faith in his legion commanders for he has only requested two legions in defense with Ecclaisia. Lord Carloseus stood up and declared the following people will go: "Myself, Thasador, Ferret, Murderface, Jarhead89, and Cuddz. Fudlow has agreed to stay here for reasons leading the others here."
I went into my room and grabbed my new Shuriko that I have been training with and watched an aura appeared as I strapped it to my waist. I put on my greaves and my unique Archon Plate armor that had no torso plating(Allows me to move unremarkably). I went out and exited Lord Silver's Fortress and taking one good look at it before we set off. Darkjay and his legion of 8 were set up waiting for our legion. Darkjay grined and told his legion of Paladins to use charge a dashed away. So the six of us were sent off and with the our legions ablility to teleport, we would reach our destination by the moon rise...
I am ready............
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It was nightfall when we have arrived at our destination and saw the battle, brewing over the next hill, where Ecclasia lies. Carloseus and Darkjay surveyed the field of engagement and devised a battle plan. Darkjay and his Legion of the Damned were to head towards the eastern wall where the battle has been raging on. Carloseus was to direct us to attack behind the Blood Lords hordes and to cut off reinforcements to the battle. This means we would be fighting on all sides of our legion while relieving Ecclasia's forces of Barbarian warriors. Lord Carloseus and I were to spearhead right through the side of the reinforcing waves and cut the assault forces of hell in half.
While myself and Carloseus was getting ready to do this, Ferret was to assemble his undead minions of skeletons, mages and revived Blood Lords that have already been slained by Ecclasia forces and ensure that the next reinforcement wave would not break our lines. Jarhead89, Cuddz, and Murderface was to attack from the side of the Blood Lord hordes that were in between SLAYERS and the Legion of the Damned.
Once we have exterminated those forces the Legion of the Damned was to hook around SLAYERS and cut off the Blood Lord hordes yet again. Yet a brilliant plan that was conjured up by Lord Carloseus and Lord Darkjay, but I had a feeling that not everything was going to go so smoothly. I kept it to myself and focused on what laid ahead of me.
Darkjay started the charge and reinforced the remaining Barbarians of Ecclasia in the battle of the eastern gates. Carloseus then enchanted his legion with the power of Thorns. Carloseus directed his legion to attack 500 feet inward of the Blood Lord Hordes, while Carloseus and I attacked 2000 feet inward of the line. Carloseus casted out his Blessed Hammers and ran right through the hordes line while I casted my Blade of Gods. My Blade of Gods skill allowed me to release a magic, piercing slash that was sent off by the fast unsheathing of my Shuriko.
So far, the plan was going well. Carloseus and I held the 1st line with no problems, while Ferret, Cuddz, Jarhead, and Murderface were slaying demons uncontrolably. Darkjay and his massive axe inspired the Ecclasian Barbarians to push foward and slaughter all demons that were between Ecclasia and Carloseus and I. After ten minutes of fighting, the Legion of the Damned and the remaining forces of SLAYERS have caught up to us. We then realized that the Legion of the Damned has suffered a few losses while we have suffered one. A newcomer that had the ambition as I had when I was first assigned to Lord Carloseus's legion. That made me think on what happened to me and my first engagment with SLAYERS. Made me believe that, I could have had the same fate.
This angered me once more, as I grew with more power and casted Firestorm from my Shuriko. I then came back to my consiousness realizing what has just happened. Carloseus decapitated two Blood Lords and looked at me and said, "Now you are ready." I turned and faced the Demons and slashed away with god like speed release numberous Firestorms at the Blood Lords. Darkjay went ahead to the left and flanked the neverending forces of Blood Lords. Carloseus told me to move ahead with the rest of the SLAYERS legion while he kept the Blood Lords at bay. I yelled out to the commanding officer of Ecclasia to keep all of his forces at the city walls as we push foward. I took SLAYERS to the right and attacked at the opposite point of where Darkjay have struck. This manuever will certainly pinch the assault. While the Legion of the Damned and SLAYERS were engaged in combat, I took it opun myself to find the leader of these hordes and hopefully stop the assault.
I grew weary however of the Death Knights that were reported seen here. We have not slained one Death Knight. I hacked away with my new Shuriko alone to the top of the hill where the Blood Lords originated from to seige Ecclasia. There I found a large figure into the night. For that split second a Blood Lord came towards me and slashed at me with his gigantic axe. I evaded it with much resiliancy and slain the beast.
I used my god like speed to close the distance and saw the Demon...
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The Demon that crept out of the shadows was one that my eyes have never witnessed before. Towering twelve feet tall, with billowing muscles and electricity flashing around the being. Out in the distance I heard Darkjay, closing his distance to me on my left. Hearing him shout to me to step aside. I did not move for this demon had piercing eyes, staring into my soul. A Death Knight moved up on to my left, and in an instance...I unsheathed my Shuriko and slashed through the Knights' abdomen, cutting the undead right in half. The mere whisp on my Shuriko slicing through the air and through his minion, made him draw closer to me. He must have saught me worthy of killing. A static sensation slowly drained my energy away, fully aware it was the demons' aura damaging me. I broke my defensive stance and teleported on top of the monster with such speed, it surprised myself.
As I was standing on the demons' shoulders, he finally looked up towards me with shock and I decapitated his head off without hesitation. This demon to me had no name...however with my new found abilities, no monster would need a name to be remembered by. Both of the Legions have slaughtered what looks like millions and final caught up with me still peering down into the demons lifeless head. Darkjay whispered to Carloseus and told him that it was Lord De Mis, one of Diablo's favored Death Knight lord that commanded the most of his armies.
This was the first major scale population of hell's minions since the time of Tristram. Carloseus and Darkjay were in deep thought of what the future might be. The two legion commanders ordered the legions to return to Lord Silver's Battle Fortress immediately. Carloseus came to me and told me to go to the King of Ecclasia and let him know the outcome of the engagement. I did as I was told, as always for I hold sacred to my heart, the respect I have for those who have a high rank than I. I made way to the east wall of Ecclasia, where the King awaited my news. After debriefing the King, he handed me a magic staff as a token to Lord Silver. I regouped with Lord Carloseus's legion and began marching back home.
The following day, we set up camp on a high cliff 20 miles north of Lord Silver's Fortress. There we mourned the death of those whom have gave their lives to the religion of Silversurfnstudism. Carloseus was very upset that night as he never likes to see any casualties for SICK, especially in his legion. He requested a barrel of wine and to be left alone opun arrival home. Darkjay pulled me aside from the others to talk about what I have done at the end of the engagement. I told him everything. He stared at his mighty axe, wiping it clean of the blood with a dear skin rag.
The only thing he had to say to me was, "if you want to lead and become as powerful as Carloseus and I, you must not think only for yourself. The way how you broke engagement to find the general of the army is a smart move, but a dumb one as well. Do you understand. I know what drives you and I know that you will become a slayer with unpresidented powers, but for now, you must do what is in the best interest of SICK." I apoligized to him for I was anxious to prove myself worthy to SICK. Darkjay smiled. He stood up and joined the others in the wine they had brought with.
I stayed on that cliff edge, engraving the very words that Darkjay has spoken to me. "I am reckless" "THAT IS WHY YOU ARE A SLAYER!, (Hiccup)", Carloseus shouted right behind me drunken. "Now listen to me, I am hard on you Thasador as for my commander was hard on me. That is what pushed me to become great and that is my reason to you". I looked to the ground in shame as he was telling me this. But at the same time I was honored for his words. "Now go get me a F&$#ing dagger so I can get this F&$#ing thorn out of my foot." I smiled and told him right away.
The next morning, I got up from my slumber and found that Darkjay's legion has already moved on to the Fortress. Carloseus was surprisingly awake before I as he was pretty tainted with the liquor from the previous night. The rest of the legion was still asleep as Carloseus sharpens his mighty sword. I took it opun myself to get the legion back on their feet and to get ready to move on. I was in a state of mind were I was vowing to myself that I will always be obedient, always be cautious, always be powerful, always be a SLAYER.
We arrived at noon to Lord Silver's Fortress and Carloseus took Fudlow into Lord Silver's throne room for debriefing. After the tall and impressive doors of the throne room have closed, I headed straight for my quarters, where I await for my next summoning. I sat on my bed, and thought the battle through again as if I was there. Taking notes on what I have done and what I should have done. I removed my Shuriko, made from Carloseus himself and placed it on to the end table. "eh...still glowing with that aura...what a powerful weapon."
Carloseus and Fudlow was in Lord Silver's throne room for quite some time, I knew what they were talking about. I knew what was in store for us in the future. I knew...that the evils of hell have walked the earth once again...
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Those before me shall quiver in my wake as I unleash the fury within!
It was one year ago, to this date infact, I had found myself in the very deepest parts of hell,I was going to try to find the mythical beast that was bringing terror to this earth and put him to rest. I had hired a group of five local mercinaries to accompany me on my journey, their job was simple, carry the booze and dont die. About the third night that we spent in hell we began to hear strange sounds, and then in the morning two of the hired mercinaries vanished, but not without a trace, we found them three hours later, thier bodies looked as though they where eaten and digested. The rest of my hired mercinaries wanted to turn back, so I gave them the option to turn back and have me kill them or tag along and give them a chance to make it out of hell alive. It took three more days to reach the Chaos Sanctuary, the fabled lair of the beast called Diablo, on those three long days two of my mercinaries had died the same fate as thier fallen comrads.
The Chaos Sanctuary reaked of death, the floor and walls where blood soaked. I could sence demonic figures all around us, however none where to be seen. This alone was enough to drive one insane. My companion knew his best chance for survival was to take up arms and fight, but he also knew the chances where slim. We decided that we would camp that night inside the Sanctuary, each of us would take a turn sleeping and the other would stand guard. I took my shift first, about three hours into my shift I caught a glimps of something, and then another and another. A pack of grotesqely ugly monsters had surrounded us, the larger of them spawned smaller beasts with razor sharp teeth. My companion awoke to the commosion of me trying to fight off the damned creatures, I had gained the upperhand but to my dismay one had latched onto my companions leg. I tryed my hardest to get it off but the damage had been done, I knew he wouldn't survive his injury so I gave him the last of the wine and left him behind.
The next day I had found the middle of the Sanctuary, thousands of humans layed dead scattered all around, some half eaten others mutalated. It was at that point that I knew the creature responsable for this must be punished, punished at all costs neccisary, if my life was to be a casualty, so be it. Moments later I heard a screach, something that came from nothing on earth that i had heard before. Turning around I seen several large demons, I knew they would be tougher than the ones I had fought yesterday, but this time I was ready. I charged at them with my axe in hand, slashing at them trying my hardest to bring them down. One snuck up behind me and landed a hard blow to my back, knocking me to the floor. I reached down fo my short sword, using it to slice at their legs. A crude tactic but an effective one none the less. One on my feet I was able to slay the remaining beasts.
It was then when I heard, "Not even death can save you from me." It was a voice that stood every single hair up. I hadn't feared anything in my life, not even death, but instantly I could sence this was far worse than death. They say those who fear nothing are either brave or very crazy. I would like to meet those who are brave enough to face this evil. I knew my only chance for survival was to strike fast and swing hard. I lunged at him only to be swatted out of the air. Luckily I landed on a soft pile of bones. After my first failed attempt I decided to use my brain rather than strenght against this opponant. This option proved to be far more efficient and not to mention slightly less painful. I picked up a javlin lying on the ground next to me. Thankfully i learned to throw them accuratly, I hit him right where I wanted to. This let me buy enough time to get behind the beast and land a few mighty blows. Oddly enough the beast shrugged off the deep axe wounds and once again threw me away. And once again I charged back in. This time I would get a hit in on his chest. The beast looked to be getting tired, so I took this advantage and landed a series of blows knocking him off of his feet. I knew this was the end for him and his reign of terror, he would no longer be a threat to hummanity.
To celebrate my victory over this beast I cut off one of his horns, making an amulet out of it. After exploring the Sanctuary for quite some time I decided it was time to get out of this dark hell and get back onto earth. After two days of trecking I made it back to where I had left my fallen comrad, his body nor the gear I had left with him were in sight. To make things more confusing thier was no blood or signs of a struggle. With those injuries thier was no way he could have made it out on his own. I set off on a small journy to try to locate him or his body. After several hours I had given up my search and set off once again on my journy home. It had been nearly a month since I had seen the light of day, my skin had grown pale, my body had become weak with hunger, but I had done it, I saved mankind. That thought alone kept me strong enough to make it out of thier. I didnt make it out in one piece, I had lost parts of my mind in hell. The sights that I had witnessed were enough to drive a man to suicide. That is something that I will always live with, it is made easyer with the thought that I had done it, evil shall no more terrorize this earth.
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Many days have passed by with no heed. The never-ending arguements and opinions flood the halls of Silver. Never before have I seen such anticipation, in the veterans eyes and such fear into the newcomers face. I showed no emotion for I was forsakened in my mind, unwilling to any influences in the outside world, for I would not stop training. The beast that I slained in our previous engagement, setted in my hunger for more power. I would not sleep, nor would I eat or take rest. I was in constant motion, building my physical stamina and endurance. I was preparing myself for the day we will face the great evils of hell.
A week has passed and much of the arguements and opinions between fellow SICK members, have ceased due to their amazement of my training. My intense training have began inspiring others to get ready for the future. After I had much of SICK Legionaires at my side training, the high council and legion commanders have taken notice in our actions and have arranged a private conference with me in the War Room.
I stood in the center of the room where the legion commanders and Lord Elfen Lied have sat around me. They were impressed with my natural ability to inspire others and my rapid progression with myself being a warrior. Lord Elfen Lied has requested for me to increase moral by means of a quest I must undertake alone. He has requested for me to go to the jungles of Kurast, spread the religion of Silversurfnstudism and slay all evil to gain a foothold in this new war. I was also to secure the outer city of Kurast, where Upper Kurast lays in ruins. This would regain the city limits of Kurast where the jungle filled with evil, has swallowed it whole.
I left the War Room fully aware of what is yet to come. I went into my quarters and got ready for my new quest. A few moments later, Cory33, Murderface, Jarhead89, and the rest of SLAYERS gave their blessings and left. I then felt that I was the one, responsible to show SICK's might in the hearts of man...in rally, to fight this war. I grabbed my two Shuriko's and left through the north gates of Silver's Fortress. I was back on the road to Salvation.
After a few weeks of traveling to Kurast, I found myself in numberous, small engagements. I have gained much experience and have shown more battle scars that were inflicted on my body. This pushed me farther to reach my destination. I came opun a small mountain range that have showed itself as an obstical to Kurast. This has impeeded my time to my destination, but by the time I crossed the snowy mountain pass known as the Valley of Heroes, I came across a familiar figure in the mist. I closed the distance with this figure with my Shuriko in my hand, sheathed. The person looked at me, "Brother!". My brother from my lost family was traveling the same road as I. We enbraced each other for the first time in many years.
We made camp at the mid point of the Valley of Heroes and engaged in life-time amount of conversations. He was my younger brother of which was in the same Shogun as myself. He weilded our grandfathers mighty Colossus Sword on his back and have shown many battle scars as well. After many hours of tales and wine, we fell into a slumber. When I was asleep, I drempt a nightmare figure, casting lightning and spells out fowarth. I awoke to see my brother awake. A few moments in silence until he spoke, "This is the one I seek". By the looks of this demon, it apears to be the Lord of Hatred himself...Mephisto. Once I thought that, horrors of screams and laughter, filled the valley. I gripped my Shuriko and became silent to hear hear this terrorizing sounds of evil. The night turned to morning and my brother, Aeolus and I continued on our journey to Kurast...
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Aeolus and I have made way to Kurast where Hratli has greeted us. We repaired are gear and stocked up on supplies. Kurast has been laid wasted with few inhabitants left in old buildings that have been torn by war. The jungle seems to be swallowing Kurast itself with its large vines hanging from the canapoy trees. The very scent of Kurast is enough to stain your soul with its foul stench. As Aeolus went to purchase new armor from Ormus, the city's mage, I went to Deckard Cain, a surviving clan member of the Horadrim, who happens to be visiting, for more information about Kurast. I declared to the city that Kurast will once again be whole and all evil present here will be slained by my Shuriko. Everyone's faces were unprovoked as many whom have traveled here has made the same claim with no results.
I went to a one of the city guards and paid him 500 pieces of gold to relay a message back to Lord Silver and Elfen Lied of my arrival to Kurast. I then prepared myself for the unknown as I took my first step into the jungles of Kurast. After a few moments of wandering...the jungle ignited with sounds of the surrounding animals. This was very disconforting as this is like an alarm signalling to evil of my presence. We have reached the end of what seems to be a vast marsh. Aeolus stood guard as I cleared every area between the end of the marsh and Kurast. With no signs of evil about, I went back to Kurast and assembled a few guards and builders to construct a wall to seal off the marsh from the jungles. This will gain confidence in the Kurast people and also gain more of their great city back.
Once I returned to the end of the marsh, Aeolus was gone. Foot prints from indicated that he have moved on without me. I have taught him well back in the Shogun and I believe that he can take care of himself. I awaited there at the end of the marsh until a decent wall was built out of wood and stone. Then...an abush apeared out of the tree line of the swamp. It was a band of Fetishs that rushed me from the distance. I quickly unsheathed my Shuriko and slashed at a near by lake to create a wall of water to block any fire attacks from Shamans. The little Fetish warriors cut right through the wall of water and started to attack me. I took of my sheath from my waist and bashed a Fetish in the head, knocking it unconcious. I then grabbed its little spear and threw it at another, killing instantly.
While I was combating the Fetishs, the town guards known as the Iron Wolf Magi, casted their ice spells at the creatures making them immoble. I then proceeded to the Shawman behind the frozen Fetish warriors and slashed his body in half. Right after that a small Fetish warrior came out underneith the shawman and stabbed me in the right leg. I showed no hesitant and pierced through his head with a small dagger I had. The attack was over and I was injured. I quickly took a bandage wrap and closed the exposed wound.
I then proceed into the never-ending jungle with no heed of my injury. After many hours of searching...I came to a stone wall of the Lower Kurast city where Aeolus has been waiting. I looked him with a smirk on my face and said, "you bastard". He grinned and started to head back to the newly fortified wall to grab the builders and warriors to secure the area between Lower Kurast and the marsh. After a few hours, they reached my destination with a builder short. "What happened Aeolus?" "He was hit with a poison dart from a lonely Fetish on the way." he replied. "Is the entire area secured?" He smiled and grabbed his Colossus sword from his back that was covered in blood. I took it as a yes.
We then proceed to build a metal door that sealed the walls of Lower Kurast to our control. We made camp there and shared stories and upcoming plans for Kurast with our fellow Kurast inhabitants. Their faces were litted up with hope and trust. After a few hours...everyone was asleep with my brother and I at watch. After a few moments staring past the metal grated door that the builders constructed...we began to hear horrors of screams and laughter once again.
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As my brother and I sat there and gathered our minds of what to come after we pass through those gates. The screams and laughter never ceased, for it grew louder and louder as we drew near. I looked behind me to see an arguement that broke loose between the guards and builders. This was Mephisto's work at hand. Aeolus grabbed his Colossus sword and prepared for combat. I kept my mind at ease, hoping Memphisto's powers does not infect my state of mind. I left my Shuriko sheathed and proceed with my brother towards that horrors. We made way to the end of Lower Kurast, where we were greeted by a whole army of old Zakarum warriors along with their priests. We seperated, so we can disperse the army in two. Aeolus enchanted his sword with a conviction aura as I unsheathed my blade. The army then charged us, trampeling the ground in their wake. We stood our ground for the precise moment to strike.
I quickly looked at my brother as he swung his mighty sword, killing all in a single swing. I then looked at the charging warriors and teleported behind them. I then attacked from behind, swinging my Shuriko at lightning speeds, shedding puddles of blood in my path. When all was said and done, I try to seek for the priests behind me with no prevail. Then at an instant, one teleported right in front of me with lightning sparks, flashing in his eyes. I drew out the hilt of my sword and crushed his jaw, renderring him useless to revive his dead. Aeolus came from behind and impaled the priest in the gut, finishing him. One more priest was out there and we must find before he warns the rest of the evils that crawl within the jungled Kurast. I then spotted him fleeing from battle like a coward. I then threw my Shuriko at him and pierced him in the right shoulder, spinning him to the ground. I caught up with the weakened priest, grabbed my Shuriko and pierced him again in the neck.
We gathered ourselves and moved un through to the Kurast Bazaar. This was a pain staking procees of destroying every monster that inhibited the areas we ventured in. After a few hours of non-stop blood pillaging, we found our destination in the Upper Kurast. There, we spotted the ancient Zakarum Mages from the high steps of their temple, waiting for us. These mages, were mishapened and was all too clear to be corrupted by Mephisto. Aeolus volunteered to kill all the demons in Upper Kurast while I slain all of the Mages. I raced to the temple steps while hearing Aeulos and his battle cry.
One of the mages, casted their fire beasts, hydras from the fiery depths of hell and showered me with fire bolts of hundreds. I easily dodged these bolts and began engaging the first mage. He lashed out his cursed lightning attacks as I was hacking away with my Shuriko. This mage would not go down due to his battle hardened skin. I thin rallied back and casted my bone spear that I learned from one of the Necros back at Lord Silver's Fortress. This spear gorged a hole right through the stomach of the now slained mage. The other mages awaiting their turn, saw this magic and decided to all attack at once.
I then turned to my Ultimate attack...the Slash of Gods. I sliced the air with my blade sending a turbulent, moving void at the group of mages. They tried to dodge the attack, but with my skill's amazing speed, it stopped them right in their tracks. All of them have died exept for one that was missing a severed arm. He then conjured up enough energy to throw my way a huge lightning bolt. Moments by as if time has slowed down for me receiving this blow. Out of no where, Aeulos intercepted the bolt of Lightning and took the attack. He was then thrown into a nearby building, smouldering. With the now weakened mage, I walked up to him and decapitated him with no remorse.
I ran back to my brother. He seemed fine due to his resist lightning aura he casted. But in no way battle ready. We made up camp as Kurast can once again call this place home. There was only one battle to come in Kurast however, and that was Mephisto. Many have claimed that he is enclosed in a durance of Hell or prison of hell, which was located below the very temple that we made camp at. The only way of entering the labirynth, was to smash the cappelling orb. We made patience for I know, I would need my brother's help in this fight. A few days has passed and Aeolus was well. He then went back to Kurast to tell everyone that the jungle does not claim Kurast anymore. I awaited for his arrival for I was in deep mediation, a battle mediation of what is to come when we face Mephisto himself.
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Over time i have become a battle hardened soul, a thinking individual who thought things out before acting. Long ago however, I was not the same person you see before you today. After my swearing with Lord Silver I set out to continue discovering myself. I was unsure of my fate, and of the person I had become. At any time i would remember the death of the family I had started, that had been ripped away from me. I vowed I would not do that again, allow others to be hurt by me in any way. For decades I roamed, consumed with pain and hatred for the creatures that had torn me away from happiness, from the end of war and death. As the time passed I remained unchanged by it, the passing of the sun or moon would not take a toll on myself. However my pain and longing might have hurt me, it fueled me in battle, allowing me to take on odds that I would have otherwise been unable to overcome.
Travel had hardened me, war had shaken me, and loneliness had taken me almost to the point of unbearable. Anger, and hatred clawed at my core, while sadness and wretchedness sought my demise. Along my travels I met many women, many women that I could have spend life with. But with every woman or child I relived my torture, and I fled such thoughts of happiness. More powerful I became, more angry I grew, and much more did I lust for that which kept me from pain: bloodshed. I slaughtered all evil in my sight, and helped towns erradicate demon infestations surrounding them. Hero, I was named, Savior I was called, and happiness I brought them for I could not keep any. I gave men hope, and kept none for myself.
Battle after battle I fought, demon after demon fell beneath my cruel Swords of Destruction, and I was looked upon with awe as that to a god. I took these to heart, and over the thousands of years I traveled I was finally softened to the point of breaking. That is when it started.
In the lands of Westmarch the calm beneath the storm started. Valiant men shuffled around and made armors, weapons, and prepared for battle. Among the ever burning remains of Tristram a massive army drew first breath, for the marched from hell up to Sanctuary. This mass of demon and skeletal minions were more than enough to take Sanctuary, and this reached me late in. For months the two sides had been amassing, and the demon legions had long passed the count of 20,000. My experience had taught me that men strong enough could shatter armies of Diablo, but there were merely 5,000 men, who would be quickly overtaken. Reinforcements were still gathering in the cities of Westmarch, but too slowly and would reach the battlefield much too late to help any. My thoughts jumped to helped, but even I would need help. And so I remembered my Barbarian allies and took once again to the road. After a week of endless travel I reached my destination, the fort-city of Harrogath.
Upon my arrival to Harrogath I hurried to Qual-Kehk, he managed the armed forces of the Barbarians, and so he would be quickest in aiding me in my quest. within a day we set out, though we would arrive in two weeks. Despite our prolonging journey, we reached a day before the battle began, enough to ready ourselves and others mentally for what was to come. Hours came by as if days, this was what would break many other men, the calm and the wait for the inevitable. Soon they would challenge fate, and fight for their families who awaited them far away.
Finally the day arrived. The legions of Terror marched into the battlefield, and we had either to meet them or retreat. I brought out the two swords of infamy, my Swords of Destruction, and led the followers of Zakarum into battle. As we met in the thunderous clash I jumped high above the enemy line, deep into their ranks. Magic roared as it pounded my landing grounds, and I then continued to savagely attack them. I tore their limbs off, and i slayed thousands of demons. I had estimated a force of thousands, this was tens of thousands! One after another they came at me and the other armies, slowly disabling the might of the men. I roared a vicious battle cry and the barbarians yelled out battle orders and commands, strengthening morale.
Days of fighting passed by and still we fought on. Some men took turns sleeping while others fought on, but for those of the North it was unheard of to sleep while a fight was on, their passion was war. I fueled my animosity with memories, with anger, and with rage. I hacked viciously, and jumped again into another section of demons to do more damage. Slowly the barbarians began to break the line by intimidation and projecting savageness they could not hold for long, but just enough to strike fear into them. As if all of a sudden rallied, the demons began fighting with a renewed strength, but we took them and kept them at bay. I resumed my tactics, until I decided I was using too little magic. If we could break their morale we would cut down thousands in the retreat. I teleported back to safety behind the soldiers, and began concentration. I would have depleted my magic supply, but still be strong enough to fight on. Then I was lifted to the air, and I levitated in place as light emitted from me. Large meteors from the heavens appeared and began smashing into the enemy. They tore many holes into the host, and weakened them. After that the men pushed forward. We broke the line and the army, and sent them from the battlefield. Many soldiers, including myself and my friends from the North, hurried to camp for our steeds and cut down thousands of the fleeing cowards.
As I slayed my last demon I saw cheerful faces. Merely 400 had died, and 200 had been hurt. They lost limbs, and were forever scarred true, but they lived. I then realized that I had given them something they had not thought possible. I had saved their lives, their women, and their children. At that moment I realized that I could allow myself again find someone that I could share my life with, however worthy it is. The only problem now is to find one who would match my values.
After the end of night and the morning brisk of air, Aeolus was successful in relaying the message to the townfolks of Kurast. We drew out our weapons and prepared for combat. We climbed the towering stairs of the temple to search for the Compelling Org, the key into Mephisto's lair. We reached the top only to see it already being destroyed and the entrance opened. "Someone has been here", I thought to myself. We took caution and proceeded into the dark recesses of the lair. We entered into a atrium filled with many doors. I noticed a door left slightly opened to my left. "Let's go", said hesitantly by Aeolus. We opened the door ever so slighly to find corpses attached to the walls of the long hallway. We proceeded down the dark hall until we heard bone snaping noises.
We paused in shock, gripping the hilt of our swords ever so firmly. Our eyes, widen with anticipation. Then, an army of horror skeletons filled the hallway from nearby rooms. Aeolus took charge and started destroying hell's minions. By the time that attack started, it has already met conclusion. After an hour in Durance's maze, we found ourselves at a dead end, what seems to be a torcher chamber. Blood, coated the walls thickly, bones and carcasses filled the room. After a brief gaze at the slaughter room, we were then trapped by shadow ghosts beyond the graze. Willowwhips! Aeolus enchanted his mighty Colossus sword with the sorcery powers of Enchant. Fire poured out from the hilt and cross gaurd of the sword as he then began to strike the ghouls. I sheathed my Shuriko and began praying, envoking the power of the Paladin warrior. The Fist of Heavens.
I then strike my enemies down with a single bolt of lightning and holy bolts. I stayed in the rear, covering Aeolus's back, striking all that teleport behind him. After the battle has subsided, Aoelus was injured. A massive cut was rendered on his leg, re-staining his armor in red. We then took a moment and I tended to his wounds. The look of disappointment was presented on his face. I ignored the look of a man in shame and finished wrapping his wound adding a healing potion to the bandage. I assisted him up and we continued down the hall where we were finally able to locate the stairway to the lower level of Durance.
At the final step, we were then greeted by a dozen high counsil members, flashing their fire and lightning in our faces. I unsheathed my Shuriko and in one strike, I unleashed my Slash of Gods technique, slicing through all of the high counsils in half. Some vamps were also their but fleed due to witnessing my power of the sword. We went down a hall and turned to our right. A massive room was there. Too the left was a portal decorated in skulls and surrounded by rivers of blood. Out of the dark, red eyes peered through my soul. Aeolus grabbed a bow off the ground and aimed an arrow, blessed by his Enchant skill, into the dark. He shot the arrow and sped through the shadows where the red eyes were present. After a few seconds, there was no sound what so ever.
Then out of no where, a shriek of lightning blasted Aeolus back to the wall. His unconcious body smouldering from the lightning attack. I grabbed a healing potion and threw it behind me, shattering and splashing onto Aeolus. I gripped my sword and made haste to the powerful demon. The monster then made himself visible being the Lord of Hatred himself! He casted his powerful poison spell around him. I ignored this. With my god-like speed at play, the air around me displaced out of my way. Leaving the poison, ineffective. I began hacking at Mephisto with unannounced speed and anger. After a few seconds of gutting him, he then grabbed my head, lifting me in the air. They we were, face to face. He then began to laugh at me in his sidistic voice and threw me on the other side of the room.
I recovered in mid-air and landed on my feet. I then charged at Mephisto again, while he prepared my next attack with lightning streeking from his hands. I then teleported behind him and severed one of his arms off. I took a step back and watch Mephisto fill the room with anguish. I then proceeded to attack him again, when all of the sudden, he blasted me with a lightning bolt. I fell to the ground with my armor still leaping electricity from one part of the armor to the next. I got back up hesitantly, assisting with my sword as a cane. My Shuriko then started to glow again in a undescribable aura. I then looked at Mephisto and it grew brighter. Mephisto stared in confusion. I then grabbed my Shuriko and heaved it at Mephisto like a javalin. It struck Mephisto right in the neck. Soon after then disappeared and then...blew up the entire neck of Mephisto, decapitating him. Blood and chunks of flesh painted the room in red.
Aeolus awoke from his attack and told me about Diablo and him entering hell once again. I looked at the red portal in a state of horror. Aeolus volunteered to go back to the surface and let Kurast now what has happened. I thought to myself again...Kurast is free once again. Aeolus made way back up the stair way as I took courage and entered the portal...
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As I took courage and entered into hells gate, I found myself in a great fortress that is rivaled of Lord Silver's Castle itself. The stone made walls filled with names and portraits of heroes whom previously walked here. A local paladin walked by me and greeted me to the Pandamonium Fortress. "The Panadamonium Fortress?", I asked.
He then took me to his Blacksmith shop located to the left and sat me down. He started to explain to me what the Pandamonium Fortress is and where it was located. Soon after I was greeted by a warrior angel by the name of Tyreal. At the time, I never heard of angel interferring with the realm of the mortals. He lend me his wisdom and what lies beyond the fortress's walls. A infinite battle he pictured in my head, between the great warriors of man and the horrors of hell. After an hour of Tyreal telling me tales of the great forge smith and Diablo, I took up camp in a warriors home their and awaited for my brother to return.
A day went by with no news from Aeolus. I then went out and stocked up on supplies and repaired my armor and weapons. Deckard Cain, the last of the Zakarum mages was there inscribing scrolls and identifing weapons of great magnitudes to other warriors there. I grew eager to reunite with my brother and my Lord, for entering that portal was not in my mission objectives. I took the time waiting for my brother to return by meditating and re-focusing my mind for future battles. A few hours went by and I began to grow haste. I told Tyreal that I shall return with my legion and aid in the war with hell.
Right when I was to take my first step back to the Durance of Hate, the great doors of the fortress was bashed out from a charging Blood Lord. I quickly regained my stance and I drew out my blade and charged at the Blood Lord. Others began to equip their armor and gathered their men to uphold a defensive line at the fortress gate. More demonic hell's made their attempt to flood the fortress through the steel enforced gate. I quickly gutted the first 3 Blood Lords until I was hit by a decrepify curse from a nearby Oblivion Knight. I grew weak and slow. Other demons caught this and began their way to make an easy kill. One of the demons, a Corpse Spitter, was one of the first to approach me. He then opened his massive mouth and attempted to eat me alive. Out of know where, his head split in two and I then regained my composure from the curse. I finished off the creature by cutting him in half and I then looked to my left.
It was Carloseus and Ajax with our legion keeping at bay, hell's minions from entering the fortress. Lord Carloseus grinned at me and made way to the next demon. I took my Shuriko and swiped clean of the demons blood and followed Carloseus to the line.
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SLAYERS have made way down the steps of the Pandamonium Fortress and into Hell itself. Carloseus drove right through the gut of the enemy hordes with his massive Twin Blades. Warchief Fudlow commanded the SLAYERS to flank to the left. I grabbed Helwig, Murderface, Jarhead, and moved to the right. Ferret and his brother, Phoenix, forged numberous of their deadly lightning traps to protect the entry of the Fortress. Carloseus signaled me that he was going to split the demons in half then attack from behind. Ferret came up to the battle line and began holding the center, since Carloseus made way to the rear. After an hour had passed, millions of demons have been slaughtered, yet many more to come. Carloseus, in the rear, has completely cut-off any reinforcement attempts upon the Fortress. I have sent Jarhead to assist Fudlow, due to a recruitee's injury. Ajax came to me and reported me the condition on the rest of SLAYERS. As I feared the most, all of the legionaires were growing tired and weak of battle.
Since my Commander was too busy in the rear, I took command and told Ajax and Warlord to return back to the Fortress. The instructions I gave them was to repair and reinforce that gate and to tell the soldiers of Pandamonium to equip their bows. After a half of hour of holding all of Hell's minions back, Ajax signaled me that the gate was ready. Warlord teleported right next to me and asked for further instructions. I told him to let everyone know that we are falling back to the fortress. He teleported to Ferret's, Fudlow's, and Carloseus's positions and informed them. Carloseus returned to the line from the rear to cast several Blessed hammers in the air for a retreat. With Ferret and Phoenix's traps behind us, we quickly retreated, grabbing the injured. The ground trembled from Hell's minions wake behind us. Fudlow's men was one of the first to reach the steps of Pandamonium. Carloseus took postion to hold the line for the Center and the left flanks to retreat.
All of SLAYERS, for the exception of Carloseus, quickly entered the Pandamonium Fortress. I then told the Senior Officer of Pandamonium's forces to fire their arrows for Carloseus's retreat. A barage of arrows filled the air and slapped into the first wave of monsters at Carloseus. But Carloseus did not retreat. I climbed a nearby spire and shouted at Carloseus to retreat. Carloseus seemed to have ignored me and began hacking at the minions. I told the archerers to aim past the line of monsters to cut off reinforcements. I grabbed my Shuriko and jumped over the 20 foot wall to the ground, unsheethed my sword and began gutting all of the demons I could kill. Everything was in slow motion when I engaged. I glanced at Carloseus's face and he was smiling with tears in his eyes. I knew right then, that he did not retreat because he wanted to maintain his status as the elite. But the only one that can hold all of Hell's minions was Lord Silver himself. Right then, my Insanity of War took over and quaked the ground with its power.
The demons grew hesitant at first, but then began charging again. My Shuriko began glowing again as my Insanity of War unsheethed and took one slash at the demon forces. A powerful kinetic slash ripped all nearby monsters flesh off, hurdling down to the ground. My Insanity of War completely took over again, with myself having no control. After a few moments have passed, I returned to my normal state of mind. Carloseus and I charged back at the Fortress soon after...
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As Carloseus and I reached the gates of Pandamonium, Ajax and Ferret, slammed it shut behind us. With 2 thick, metal beams across the gateway, no monster is coming threw. I looked up from the ground and saw Tyreal gazing beyond the walls of Pandamonium. Legions, opun legions were still standing about a mile away from the steps of Pandamonium. At the time, all warriors were frustrated at Tyreal for not assisting. Tyreal seemed to ignore the obvious feeling the men had as he made way to the fortress's gates and began praying/enchanting. All of Hell's minions were at our doorstep waiting for us to attack. Usually, Hell's minions, do not show any intellect, as they are reckless savages with the only intent is too kill. But they stood in perfect discipline, what appears they were either waiting for us to come out or they were waiting for someone to appear.
An hour passed and nothing new to report, we took the opportunity to rest and regain strength. I set out to Jamella's shop, a local mage, were all the injured SLAYERS were attended. I took a few healing potions from my sash and began helping them recover. I looked to my left and saw Kore4n_newb had a deep gash in his right shoulder. I told Carloseus to assist with his ability to heal others. Carloseus enchanted himself with a bright aura and placed his hand on the wound. Almost instantly the gash disappeared. Luckily enough, there were no casualties, which brought relief to the legion. Carloseus stepped a side to a house that was vacant for travelers.
After attending to the injured, I called fourth, Cory, one of the legionaires of SLAYERS. I asked him if he has seen my brother, Aeolus, on their approach here to the Pandamonium Fortress. His face turned pale, and a decern of disappointment brought to his eyes. I already knew the answer to my question. I grabbed my dagger that I received as a gift from my birthday from Carloseus and dipped it into black paint that I have always carried. I began slightly stabbing my chest, making myself a spit and shine tattoo of my brothers sword on me.
Drums started to echo throughout hell. Everyone rushed to the reinforced gates and saw numberous Uldars, pounding their massive mauls on to the ground. The time for war is approaching. I quickly grabbed the nearest legionaire, which was Cuddz, the fearless horse rider, and told him to inform Lord Silver of our situation. He quickly grabbed his horse of war and galloped through the portal of Durance of Hate. Everyone gathered their weapons and armor and prepared themselves for the next engagement. There were 14 of us, against an entire army of Hell's minions. Oblivion Knights, mages, Uldars, Regurgitators, Venom Lords, and Fingermages...were staring out the Fortress with anticipation.
Ajax asked Ferret, "Why are they just sitting there?" Ferret replied, they are waiting for the time to strike". With my brother's passing still in mind and the pain of his sword to heart, I feared no one. That feeling felt like I was on the verge of Insanity again. That quickly changed when the earth quaked every second. A massive shadow approached the battle area. Devilish wings spanded twice the distance that of a Venom Lord. All of Hell's minion's started to growl at us. A nearby pool of magma errupted and revealed this monster. Tyreal said to himself, "No". He announced it is his former brother in arms, Izual...
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Izual, the former angel that assisted Tyreal in the war against hell. His massive blade larger than that of a human being. His body, the size of two Venom Lords. Such fear I sensed from the men. Izual's mere presence started to convince some of Pandemonium's warriors to flee back to the Durance of hate. Izual, stepping forth in front of hell's army of demons, increased hell's minions. I looked over to Jarhead, seeing him grip his flail hilt, ever so tightly. Carloseus and myself began to make preperations for the upcoming battle. We grabbed a soldier's pen, and began drawing possible battle strageties to confront Izual and Hell's army. Since we only had ten SLAYERS now, we careful went through ever battle scenario. Are only hope for survival, is to hold up defense until Lord Silver sends reinforcements to aid us. Once we had figured out a battle plan, I informed Ferret, squadron leader of SLAYERS, to go over the plan with the rest of the men. It has been 6 hours now, since Cuddz left. I began to worry. From Kurust to Lord Silver's Fortress is a good 2 day horse ride back.
Izual and his army stood their waiting to deliver our doom. They seemed not to be dragged down in patience. It seemed they were biding their time, waiting to make us suffer in the battle to come. Ferret and Phoenix, made several traps at the steps of Pandemonium. The warriors of Pandemonium equiped their bows and waited. Ajax and Warlord, began constructing piercing, 5 foot logs and attaching it to the outside wall. Cory, fully healed now, took over tending to others that were still injured. DXrules and Helwig climbed the highest spires of Pandemonium to scout. Murderface assisted Halbu in repairing everyones weapons and armors. Everyone else of SLAYERS were awaiting at the gates, fearing their fate to come.
Seven hours has passed and no sign of advancements from the enemy forces. They were about 800 feet away from the fortress walls. Every so often, more groups of Oblivion Knights or Venom Lords, would join Izual's ranks. Helwig reported to me over ten thousand demons. There force's were one thousand times the size of our's. Concern were showing on the mens faces. Right then, Izual sent a few legions to attack. The Pandemonium warriors launched there arrows at the attack forces. Several monsters immediately hit the ground, as 100 more monsters continued their assault. Ferret and Phoniex's traps began lighting the battle area, with shrieks of lightning, ripping though the legions sent to attack. The Pandemonium warriors launched their second wave of arrows at the demons. A few monsters were remaining as they retreated back to Izual's forces. As they approached, Izual casted his mighty Frost Nova freezing them solid, then shattered to pieces by his massive sword.
Such brutality was reflected back at the men in fear. Carloseus grab the men's audience as he gave an inspiriational speech. "Men...remember...YOU ARE SLAYERS!...you are the elite of our Lord God Silver's legions. Show no fear or mercy to those whom we sought out to destroy......beyond these gates, do you know what I see?...I see this as an opportunity to show your loyality...to show you are the elite...TO SHOW YOU ARE SLAYERS. Now prepare yourself to hence foward and show the might of SICK." Carloseus grabbed his two massive swords and pointed one at the men. A bright aura arose from Carloseus himself...then a bright light filled the Pandemonium. The men looked at each other and saw an aura among themselves. "With my powers, you are now more powerful then ever."
The men gathered at the gates and glared at their final destination. "IN THE NAME OF SICK, YOU DEMONS SHALL BE SMITED BY THY LIGHT!" Carloseus announced. The gates flew open and our legion gave out a powerful battle cry as they raced to meet the forces of Hell. The Pandemonium forces sniped distant targets as we engaged in melee. Every Decurion was to create a little squadron to the left, center, and right. Ferret and Phoenix, began launching traps again in the middle of the demon's army. Warlord took Esual, Bones and Iori to the left...Fudlow took Muderface, Jarhead and Kore4n_newb to the center...Ferret took Helwig, Cory, and Phoenix to the right. I stayed by Carloseus as we charged around to the rear with Ajax and DXrules.
The Oblivion Knights and Mages were the first to engage SLAYERS. Bone spirits and steel clashed between each other. Ferret began Mind Blasting them, hurdling them back against their own. Fudlow started to cast forth, his fire attacks and volcanoes. Warlord teleported from minion to minion, killing them with his sword. The legionaires were killing monsters at a rate of 3 per a second. The front line was holding very well. Every once and a while, Fudlow would psychically messenge Carloseus and I on battle progress.
As Carloseus and I approached the rear, I seperated myself from the squadron to perform one of my useful techniques with my Shuriko. I was able to learn a Whirlwind technique from Ajax as I carved my way through a section of Hell's Army. Izual was found in the center as he will not be delt with now. Carloseus casted numberous Blessed Hammers, destroying hundreds at a time. Ajax started to use his Leap Attack skill and began pouncing on unsuspected minion's. DXrules rose the dead to fight for him as he launched several Bone Spears at Hell's army. Everything was going to plan until...Jarhead was injured from a curse...Iron Maiden. Fudlow reported to us that he has been returned by Warlord to the Panemonium Fortress safely.
The battle began to push away from the Pandemonium's arrows. So the warriors took up arms and began to aid us in our battle. Venom Lords began to spray their fiery breath at us as we continued our defense. After a few whirlwind techniques, I began slaughtering monsters left and right with no end. With my god-like speed and agility, no monster was able to lift their weapon before being laid down by my Shuriko. Carloseus switched to melee with his massive swords...laying waste to all in his way. A quarter of Hell's ranks have already been killed by the first hour of battle.
Ferret was destroying all that were not Lightning immune with his traps. Warlord has not even taken a blow with his fast teleporting and slaughtering. Fudlow showed the true meaning of fire to those whom reside in Hell. Ajax seemed like a frog in battle...leaping from target to target with his massive maul. Helwig was assisting Ferret with all of those minions that were lightning immune with massive ice spells. With Carloseus's enchantment aura, SLAYERS seemed like gods in battle. Now with half of Izual's minions defeated, he than began to laugh in a demonic voice. Everyone stopped their engagement as Izual continued his horrific laughter. Out of know where, another army of Uldars and Venom Lords stampeede their way to the battle area.
Carloseus saw the impeeding army and brought his squadron around back to the front line before we were fighting monsters on both sides of our position. Carloseus then commanded all of SLAYERS to regroup into one again five hundred feet back. With a total of 15 mixed Pandemonium warriors and SLAYERS, against a reinforced army, they began to have doubts of their survival. I stared at the ground while the men recooperated. "Everyone, go back to the fortress right now" "Carloseus, Ferret and I will take care of this." "If you are concerned about your own being than fullfilling your oath as SICK warriors and SLAYERS, then you should return to the fortress." A long pause grew as I said this. I then ran towards the army, detatching from the legion by myself. I commanded my Insanity of War out foward to smite the evil as I was charging the enemy. A powerful energy force exploded from my body, knocking down nearby minions to the floor, as I became faster, agile, and stronger.
"LET'S GO!" Screamed the men as they raced to catch up with me...
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It has been three months since the engagement with Izual's forces in front of the Pandamonium Fortress. Many were wounded, and many more were slained. Fresh dirt was still exposed, covering a few new graves beside one of Lord Silver's fortresses.
Everything has changed since that day... SLAYERS has became the elite force of SICK due to enormous amounts of battle experience. Pandamonium was in a state of nuetral territory. Commander Carloseus was promoted due to his achievements of holding Izual's and Hell's armies away from Pandamonium Fortress. New faces in our guild. Everything has changed since that day...
While leaning against a oak tree, along the cliff of a ocean, beside Lord Silver's Citadel...I was in deep thought of the future of this war. "What is to be next in Hell's move?" "Will we be ready for Hell's next strike on the mortal plane?" "How many more will suffer in this war?". I stood there beside the oak tree for a few hours now. This was how I proccessed my thoughts. Hearing the ocean waves slamming into the rocky shores, the seagulls screeching in the high sky, the fresh wind from the Great Ocean of the East breezing past my face...Seemed peaceful on Earth for awhile.
My brother, Aeolus, came to my side and asked how I was doing. I turned around and stared at his left, severed arm from Hell's engagement. Without me saying a word...he laughed and punched me in the shoulder. He than proceeded to Lord Elfen Lied's chamber to discuss recruitment into SICK since he was never part of SICK in my quest to Kurast. I grabbed my Shuriko from my side and started to head to my quarters.
As I was passing by the Rememberance Hall...I noticed that Commander Carloseus was debriefing some new legionaires about the rules and regulations of our guild. I was still trying to get used to the new insignia of Battalion Commander on his armor. He has achieved so much for our cause. I have always looked up to him as a older brother. He has taught me everything in battle and now he is about to do the same for the new recruits.
I continued down until I reached my door to my quarters. A note was slipped underneith my door into my room. I read the note and Lord Elfen Lied, Lord Silver, and Commander Carloseus requested my audiance at 1500 hours today. I grabbed my Centurion officer wardrobe to look presentable in front of thy lord. As I was finishing up getting ready, I was unaware on what presented for me in Lord Silver's Throne Room. As I left my quarters, others were watching me as if they were aware of what lied opun me.
As I entered into the massive throne room, Lord Silver, Lord Elfen Lied and Commander Carloseus awaiting me at the top of the throne. I kneeled down to show my respect for thy lord and proceeded to discuss with them. I glanced at Commander Carloseus as he smirked at me like he was hinting me on what was to come. Lord Silver made way towards me with his mighty scepter and placed it on my right shoulder as I was kneeling down. I began to shake as for I was aware on why I was summoned, began to shake for what responsibilites were to come, began to shake for sure recognition. Lord Silver himself had dubbed me as Praefectus Castrorum. He than asked for a full report of my new legions name and objective to serve SICK. I was given a new officer's coat with the Praefectus Castrorum insignia. I was also given a new piece of armor that beared my rank and SICK on the shoulder gaurd.
I arose feeling like a new man. I bowed to Lord Silver, turned around and left his presence. I returned back to the hall outside of Silver's throne room and everyone awaited for me. Everyone congradulated me on my promotion and offered to me their sword whenever it is needed in battle. I had never thought that so many people would want to fight beside me, especially with my Insanity of War not completely tamed yet. I returned to my quarters and began to do alot of paper work for my future legion. After I was awake for the entire night, I decided to go to the nearest town to unwined myself for a few.
After an hour of hiking, I approached Darkjay's tavern, when all of the sudden a shadowy person attempted to assassinate me from the ally. I unsheathed my Shuriko and sliced the man in two from his left abs to his right. Every villager stood in aw as I stand above the would be assassin. Soon after two more men jumped down from nearby houses with their weapons exposed. I flashed by them with my godly speed and engaged them with my Shuriko. These men were good. Too good actually as I was dueling both of them toe-to-toe. After a few clashes between blades, I finally grabbed my Shuriko reversed grip and slashed one of the men in the face...slamming him to the ground. The other man took the opportunity and attacked from the air above me to slay me. As I turned my head to the sky a huge twister came out of no where and hurdled the man into Darkjay's tavern doors. I gained my composure again and saw streams of blood pouring out of the doorway of the bar. Darkjay came out with his bloody axe along with Zubin beside him. "Had fun yet Thasy?"...Darkjay joked. I gave him a nice grin and turned my attention to the man who assisted me.
He was a druid from one of the western clans. His name was Daniel and he seemed like the perfect canidate in my new legion of duelers...no....Assassins. I then requested him to join SICK and stand by my side as second in command of my legion. This attack opun me made me realize that SICK needs protection from other warriors as well. Lord Silver has always made conquest to rid of all evil from this sancuary, but all were ready for demons and the undead...not other warriors.
So I returned to Lord Silver's Citadel along with Daniel after a few beers, to fill out my report of my new legion's information.
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Those before me shall quiver in my wake as I unleash the fury within!
The rain made a small thump on our armor as we stood on the battlefield. The clouded sky illuminated our surroundings just enough for the less experienced to see, I could see everything as if the sun shined brilliantly upon it. To my right was Fudlow, his sword he held firmly in his hand. His armor was brilliant grey, and his helm elegant with the masterful carvings and inscriptions on it as it sat comfortably on his head. To my left was Thasador, his eyes seeing far as he formed plans and tactics. His armor was of eastern make, custom-fashioned for the great samurai before me. Leader of ASSASINS, yet continuing under my command, he was ever loyal to me and to SLAYERS. Behind me were the men I commanded, few yet powerful. Ferret, and Warlord managed the small groups of the others in our legion.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked Thasador.
“Yes.” he said.
I looked at him, he was under pressure. His legion was new and untrained, he could not introduce them to battle so soon. He would have to make up by himself what his men could not.
“If you need any help, call. Any of us will assist. Clear?” I told him. He nodded in assurance.
“There are several generals we need killed. Surl ‘Tal is the high general of Baal’s army. He is the one surrounded by Baal’s elite minions. Scragia the Shrewd is general of Mephisto’s army. He is the one heavily defended by the High Counsil Members. Marsil is the general for Diablo. He is the one most fortified by Pit Lords. All three of these targets must be vanquished if we wish to make this victory a fast one. This is not a full army as those they have sent to us before, but I have been assigned in keeping this army from advancing towards the capital. Our resources on man power are thin, the other legions have been assigned to keep watch, since this might be only a distraction. And we better hope it is.” Thasador nodded, though sadly to me. Marsil was once a good friend of ours, a true warrior yet now a general for the evil we once cut down together.
“Thasador, put his troubled and tortured soul to rest. He is not the man we once called friend.” I said.
“I will Carloseus.” he responded.
Just then the horns of war rang, filling the air with the enemy’s attempt to strike fear into us.
“Lets remind them again who we are.” I yelled loudly. The Slayers laughed, and spread out. To our backs was the only way through the mountain pass, and before us were ten thousand demons wishing to cross it. The pass was not narrow, a quarter mile wide, this army would march through it in a day if any other group of warrior confronted it.
However, SLAYERS was specially trained for this scenario, and all scenarios in which we had to spread out thin and hold ground in tens what hundreds were supposed to do. Not only could we hold ground, we could push back the enemy. This was what we were going to do.
Reaching back I pulled out my twin blades, the famous Swords of Destruction. Gigantic in length and width, they were meant to strike fear into an enemy and carve a large path of death through the thickest of crowds.
“Let us destroy this miserable bunch!” I yelled. War shouts and battle cry’s erupted as my team readied their swords. The rain poured down heavily now, and our battle field was ready for the blood to be spilt.
The army of Baal approached, and began to charge at us as to overwhelm us.
“HOLD YOUR GROUND MEN!” I yelled.
“LET THEM TASTE OUR FURY!” a mighty eruption came from Ferret who was all too ready for the clash. Hungry eyes and eager faces I saw in every Slayer.
“RELEASE THE BEAST!!!!” I roared. Proud as of a lion, thunderous as thunder, and angry as that of a dragon, my cry sent the message miles away. Then, transformation. We stood ready, though not attentive for a minute. Then vision seemed clearer, sharper. My senses were better, and my motions faster and quicker than before. The beast of war, the ultimate defense mechanism which every Slayer has learned to release at command was harnessed.
The demons were close now, and they did not slow down. Fire coursed up my blades, and same to others who stood ready. Closer still, they ran, unknowing of the surprise that awaited them.
“NOW!” Fudlow yelled, and we all swung our blades forward, though the enemy was not close enough yet. The first 7 rows of demons rushing at us fell to the floor, cut in half by a collective spell we had developed for this form of battle.
“Dig In SLAYERS!” I yelled. We ran at them now, and the surviving army stopped. We quickly merged into them, cutting down tens of a time each. Arms, legs, heads, and even whole torsos were cut apart, our point was clear. We were not here to delay them, we were here to execute them.
The massacre continued, hours passed by quickly as we smiled at one another. Far ahead I noticed a large blast of fire and disturbance amongst Baal’s squad of elites as they stamped and grew angry about something. The remainder of Baal’s army joined the fight, including the elites. *Good job Thas!* I said to myself. As I cut the head off a demon imp.
We destroyed the remainder of the first army, unnerving the other two. They too charged at us when similar occurrences of unrest grew within the confines of their well protected circle, where their general was. Once the other two were taken care of, we quickly took care of the willing remainder of the armies and routed the few who did not fall by our stalking swords.
“Thasador, good job.” I said as I found him weary and blood soaked.
“That was the most fun I’ve had yet!” he answered, quite esteemed.
“Get used to them, you’ll be doing a whole lot more of them in the future. Did you notice how fast we undid with them? A day and a half! Very quickly indeed, this will help a lot when we get into some big battles.”
“But won’t that take the fun out of lasting days on end in battles?”
“True.”
He smiled triumphantly.
As we returned to the capital we found it being heavily under attack, while the few legions struggled to hold ground and not let the enemy too close to the city. We were outside though, and the enemy was not expecting an assualt from outside. We tore through the leadership of the armies swarming the sides of our capital, and routed the enemy once more. once one side weakened, our forces were able to break the line and flank the enemy too quickly, which was good because we were spent by the time we finished off the last group of generals.
"Had a good time out there?" Darkjay asked as he stuck his axe in a corpse.
"Yes, but i wish i had kept count. how about a beer over at your place?"
"Lets get this place clean first. You know the stink that comes from this place in the morning."
He then patted Thasador on the shoulder. "Good job out there, I'm glad its you thats running a new legion, your the best for your job." I looked over to my good friend and gave him a sincere nod of approval. Words could not begin to describe the pride I felt for him and his achievements. He nodded back, and we grasped each others right arm and shook.
"I know you'll do well, Thasador, may you remember this night." I turned to the forces of SICK who now were relaxing as they talked.
"Hail Thasador, Leader of ASSASINS!" I shouted.
Hail" they shouted back.
That turned the page for what would be a new chapter in SICK, the time of ASSASINS and SLAYERS, brother legions under one man, and one of the proudest moments in my military career.
I’ve walked the earth for many ages, land to land I roamed spilling blood of the corrupt in an effort to revenge myself against the evil that took all that I held dear. Demon, orc, and monster fell beneath my blades, hatred and misery fueled the destruction I weld. The blades I wield are the Swords of Destruction and are famous for the amount they have slain as well as for their large size. However, they were not always as large in size as they are now.
After my family and loved ones had been taken I was thrown into a dark state of existence. I lived to kill, and killed to live. For several years I was under constant travel and developed battle skills that few have mastered. Soon I would enter an encampment or even a known dwelling of demon clans and walk away to a burning village. It was not long before I became feared among minions of the great Devil himself. Soon it became too easy for me to kill a village, I longed for a city, a capital to lay waste on, to obliterate under my hand.
As I walked, one day I came to a newly burnt town. I walked through observing the still smoldering ashes where houses once were.
“Who goes there?” I heard, the voice of a young man.
“I am……..” Who am I? What is my name?
“Answer me!” he demanded, but I could not see him.
I scavenged my memory, trying desperately to remember my name, not for him, but because it was now very distressing to know I knew not my name!
“Carloseus young one. I am Carloseus the Clanslayer.”
“Ha! He is a legend. A story parents tell their children to give hope!”
I pinpointed his location and within a second a sword was held at his throat ten yards from where I was standing.
“I am not a tale, a hero on a righteous cause. I am a man, who has lost everything.” I relaxed and he stared at me.
“I am in need of a blacksmith. Where can I find one?” I said, ignoring of what I just did.
He looked away. “I know of a man that can help you, not three miles from here. Jewerl is his name, and he has a shack down this road.” he said.
I nodded, but my gaze was drawn to his shoulder which had a broken shard of metal sticking from it. How could I not have seen it before? I lifted my hand and it flew out of his flesh, into my hand. He yelled in shock, and I quickly mended the wound through magic before he realized it.
“What! How could you…??!!” he exclaimed.
“Take me to the blacksmith and I will consider us even.” I said.
We set off, and he told me of how a year ago his family had perished by hand of demons, but he had not burned down the village until now. He too had hunted down the aggressors without much battle training, and was beginning the same journey as I.
“May I come with you? I would like to fight by your side.”
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Gretnel” he said.
I was lonely, and so I said yes, glad that now I had someone to talk to. Glad that now I had a friend after all that time.
We arrived at the blacksmith’s home, and there I stayed a month. Paying a heavy gold bag, I was taught the methods and techniques of blacksmiths, and so I repaired and strengthened my armor. He also taught me methods of applying magical attributes to my armor and swords, so again I empowered my armor. Finally he taught me the secret method he had been developing. A large sword, though balanced, he showed me a pair of blades he had worked on. I tested them, testing their swiftness and balance. Amazingly, they were perfect! However, they were heavy, and in battle they would quickly bring you to your death. I did however forge a pair of my own, and constructed a sturdy brace for them on my back.
We departed, and began our journey. I taught him the methods I used to find demons, and trained him to wield a sword. Soon we were contesting, and slaying many demons. A month, six months, a year passed as we grew together. Our power had been greater than ever before, and we were close as brothers.
In our travels we came to a small town of Tristram. There we found rooms to stay in, and a hearty blacksmith who repaired our equipment quickly and masterfully as we rested. As I went to my room at the inn there, but was attracted to a woman there, Gillian, and so I spent the nights in another house. Gretnel went to the church to pray, and there he spent his whole time while we were in Tristram.
I heard rumors that the church was demon infested, and that a warrior was clearing it as well as journeying down into the crack of hell from which they were spawning. Another rumor still I heard, of the Lord of Terror behind all this devilry, and so I began training with my new swords, getting my arms used to their weight and my body with the dynamics of the large weapons. After a week, I felt ready, and so I merged my swords into the new ones, making them one. Blood from my hand merged into the steel during the forge, and I was able to merge and unmerge the two weapons magically later.
“It is time.” I told Gretnel as we ate.
“Time for what?” he asked.
“Time to confront Diablo, and to assist the brave warrior who is battling the minions of death alone.”
“We can’t! I won’t let you!” he yelled. I was startled. Quickly I finished eating and left. He followed, and I heard a sword ring as it was drawn from its sheath.
“I will not allow you to kill my master.” he said coldly. We were at the entrance of the church now, and I stopped. Turning around I looked at him.
“What?!”
“Lazarus says that we must help our Lord free himself from Hell, we must help him get to the open air where he can be great and powerful. When we do this I will be rewarded. Therefore I must kill you, and that righteous soul in order for us to succeed.” he said.
“you will not kill anyone, and Diablo will die.” I said. Lazarus has brain washed him. The evil sorceror, once archbishop, had poisoned his mind.
Drawing my swords I walked back, and slowly we began to fight. I was luring him away from the settlement, and soon we were far away as we fought. Steel rang and swords clashed as we battled through the day. I finally overwhelmed him, striking the flat of his blade, causing it to fly upwards. He jumped high, and attempted to grab it but I kicked him, and a mighty strike at the middle of its length broke the sword into two. I then dismembered his right arm, and he fell backward. I breathed heavily as I looked at him.
“You will never cross my path again, or I will kill you.” I muttered. I turned back and began walking to the church.
“Time to rid this place of the evil that has been plaguing it for so long.” I said aloud.
As I walked I heard a small noise, and a sharp pain took my back. I grabbed my sword and turned around, swung and killed him, beheading him as he turned to run. I removed the broken blade from my back, and instead went to the healer there.
The Lord of Terror was defeated, and so I left. I traveled to the Barbarian North, the land of my people, and soon led a band of Barbarian Elite. With them I became popular among the people and so I and my swords became famous and not just a rumor, or false story of hope.
With a fully delivered report of my legion's name and cause...the Legion of Assassins...I set out to the local architects to build an additional legion wing to Lord Silver's Citadel. As I was making way to the architects, I have sent Daniel on a quest to every village, town and city in our area and to bring back recruits for SICK and Assassins. With a mighty tornado commanded by Daniel (Ba3kb0y), lifted him to the nearest village.
As I crossed the courtyard, some of the members of SLAYERS met up with me. Ferret, Saber, Caliban, and Fudlow followed me to the architects, coversating with me about how I was doing away from SLAYERS. I assured them since I will still be under Commander Carloseus's sword, that I will always be by there sides. Fudlow slapped my shoulder with a grin and said, "Glad to hear it brother...I mean Commander".
I had finally reached the architects service building and dropped a few gold bags on their desk, requesting of construction of the Legion of Assassins wing. With my approved copy of construction from Lord Elfen Lied, the construction workers picked up their tools and began heading to the construction site. After a few moments of watching the hard working men off to construct my legion's building, a sigh of relief came opun me to the assurance of the safety of SICK from other clans in our sanctuary.
I returned to my quarters in persuit of cleaning everything out, to get ready to move my quarters. A quarter of the way of cleaning, I found a old note in the corner of my quarters from Murderface...a seasoned warrior of SLAYERS whom first recruited myself into SLAYERS. The note read,
Greetings Thasador, my name is Murderface and welcome to our guild of SICK. I understand that Lord Silver has just brought you in as a new recruit. I understand that you are not part of any legion of SICK yet, and I was wondering if you would like to be known as the best of SICK. Your scars and sword shows that you have been through many battles. You seem on the verge of insanity and that is what SLAYERS is all about. SLAYERS stands for Silver's Legionairy Advocates Yielding Elite Reckless Surpremecy. We are under command of the mighty Baron of SLAYERS, Commander Carloseus. If you wish to join us, please me in the hall of arms where I will take you to Baron Carloseus's stay. ~Murderface~ End of Note
After I read this, that was when we received word of a fortress of Lord Silver's was undersiege by Ulders and Moon Lords. I quickly grabbed my Shuriko and my armor and raced out of the Citadel. Others followed to aid in the fortress now known as "Lycander's Guard", due south, south-east. There were about 30 guards of SICK located there. They were simple guards, no warriors under a legion. Carloseus and Acid Reign got their men together and mounted on horses. I did not have enough time to gather a steed and mount for I relied on my godly speed that once curesed my soul. Maestro and his legion, was called opun to defend Silver's Citadel incase this is a decoy.
I got to the summit of a high dune of the southern Maji desert and spotted the fortress still under siege, about 4 miles away. Shortly after, Commander Carloseus and Acid Reign approached the fortress from a distance to the east. I stood there as an observant to the engagement. Viewing the demons contacting the fortress from the west and Commander Carloseus and Acid Reign with their legions contacted from the east. Carloseus jumped off his horse and raced towards the heavens, about 40 feet in the air and landed on the front line of the assault. SLAYERS went around the fortress to flank Hell's army to the North as Acid Reign reinforced the guards inside the fortress. Carloseus unleashed his Swords of Destruction opun the faces of evil and slained many in a few seconds.
After a few minutes of engagement...the two legions were holding up fairly well against several thousands. Off to my left about 30 degrees I spotted a seperate company of Hell's army just standing there on top of another, smaller, dune. I observed them for a few more minutes until they tried to flank on the SLAYERS position. I unsheathed my Shuriko and raced down the dune to engage. With my god-like speed, I intercepted them within seconds.
However they were not the evil faces of hell, more of men with battle garbs and bones as jewerly. I hesitated for a minute and took a leap back. There were 25 of these warriors with their weapons exposed. I spotted a few with Hell's insignia on their armor. I regained my composure and awaited for one of them to make a move. The sounds of battle roared behind me as I was the only defense from these mercs to kill Carloseus's men, as they were unaware of what was happening through the hundreds of demons around them.
I was thinking of my training, thinking of other battle discilplines that others use, thinking on how heavy or light these mercs wielded...everything was in slow motion. Then one of mercs called foward as he announced that they are known as the DO clan. Demonic Order. They said that they were not controled nor commanded by Diablo himself. They are mere soldiers of the ancient war that decided to side with evil to rid of all men that did not aid them years ago.
I gathered my thoughts for a minute...then one of them from my left attempted to spear me with his massive spear. I grabbed my sheath and deflected his spear as I slashed him violently with my shuriko. He spun around a few times before he hit the ground. The DO Clan then surrounded me with their weapons ready. After a moment, my Shuriko began to glow with a blood red. I shifted to the right with great speed to clash against a DO member that wielded a spiked shield and a dagger. I clashed my Shuriko at him as he drew up his shield. With my blessed Shuriko, slashed right through his shield as well as his body.
Another clan member armed with a bow, began shooting me with his arrows. I turned around and slashed each arrow with my Shuriko...deflecting them away from me. A warrior with a glaive, lunged it at me with percision. It struck me in the shoulder as I tried to dodge it. I dropped down to the ground with this 3 foot glaive inserted into my shoulder. One of them tried to finish the battle while I was on the ground with his shikmir. I grabbed the glaive out of my shoulder and thrusted it into the guy's chest, as I jumped off the ground.
More of their men quickly charged at me as I slashed my sword at them, creating my technique, The Slash of Gods...ripping the three men apart. I quickly jumped in the air as high as I could and threw 2 daggers at two seperate warriors. They side stepped away and spewed fire balls from their hands at me, while I was in the air. I caught one of the fireballs with my powers as I dodged the other. With the fire bellowing from my hand, I re-launched it back at one of the men. He quickly fell to the ground as more fireballs were passing my position. There were still 17 DO clan members left after 10 minutes of engagement. These guys were good...Extremely good. I was already suffering from my wound to my shoulder as I tried to keep my composure.
The leader than revealed himself requesting for myself to join their clan. I glared at him with my expressions telling him the answer. He then ordered two of his bowman to end the battle. I stood ready with my Shuriko between men and the bowman. Out of no where, the tips of their arrows lit on fire. I tumbled to the right at the same time they fired their arrows. In the middle of my tumble...I managed to snare one of the arrows in mid air and threw one at the soldier to my right. The arrow struck him right in his throat as he stumbled to the ground. Right after I was struck in the left hand by an arrow. I then unsheathed by Shuriko at a high speed that air displaced around me. This in affect knocked everyone on the ground. I then proceeded to kill them on the ground. Eight of them were slained by one swing of my blade.
I regathered my composure once a again as 6 clan members were left. I bearly had anything left. Then and only then my Insanity of War took over as I disappeared to the men's eye with God-like speed as I assassinated 4 more with none of them seeing me. The leader and his right hand man was left. I grabbed a short blade that was next to my foot as I wielded it in my off hand. The lieutenant unleashed his magic at me as I run towards him. Right when he unleased his massive bone spirit attack, I closed my distance enough to wear I slashed him with both my Shuriko and the short blade.
Once I hit the ground, from my attack...I looked over my left shoulder to see the leader of DO about to launch a lightning attack no more than a few feet away from my head. Right then 3 wolves came and attacked the leader. The leader leaped back away from these wolves and struck them down. I got back up and saw a massive grizzly bear behind the would be leader. Once he realized something was behind him, Daniel ordered the grizzly to take him out. The grizzly clamped down on the leader's throat and killed him. I attempted to maintain my balance after several injuries I had to thank Daniel for his rescue.
He then gazed at the battle where Acid Reign, Carloseus, and their men dominated in the battle of thousands. He requested to join in the battle as a few more warriors followed behind him. I gave him permission to engage with the men he had gathered, a total of 4, to help with the battle. I stood aside as I concentrated on healing with a few potions i had. Soon after, the battle was over. Although the fortress was considered to be unoperational, it was a victory for SICK. We gathered all caches and guards of the fortress, Lycander's Guard and proceeded back to Lord Silver's Citadel. On the way, I made sure to congradulate Daniel for his quest of recruitment, Commander Carloseus and Acid Reign for their victory, and the men under them for their hard work. After a few days of walking, we made way to the Citadel.
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Those before me shall quiver in my wake as I unleash the fury within!
I was not having anyone to kill so i approached commander Darkjay's tavern and tried to find him , but it was of no use he was not there in the range of miles from his tavern.
I asked fury about it.
I : Where is commander.
Fury : he went to slay the incoming hordes of demons.
I : who went with him ?
Fury : does he need someone ?
Fury turned back and got out of the tavern's door.
I thought i should go and help Darkjay though i knew he did not need any help cause he was the axe wielder and his axe was capable of slaying more than thousand demons alone.
I went towards the Thorny desert where there was minimum population and only about 10 - 15 people but i had a news of diablo visiting the desert and telling the people that he would send his army to clean the desert and fill it with his demons.
I was too confident and went alone to find him but when i reached about half the way desert , my senses were gone too weak and my strength was turning into weakness. I tried to cross the way and find someone.
I made up myself and walked about a mile more but when i stopped wherever my sight went there was sand and skulls of animals and men. I was not able to be consious anymore and fell down into the river of sand.
when my eyes opened i found myself in a hut made of tweaks and straws and as i looked out of the window from upon the bed i was resting i saw the same amount of sand. After a moment i saw Thasador standing in front of me .
I : Thasador , you here ?
Thasador : i am travelling to find capable and mighty soldiers for the ASSASSINS .
I : for recruiting , ha ? Thanks for helping me.
Thasador : what are you doing here ?
I : I've come here to seek Darkjay as he is fighting one against three thousand.
Thasador : I will come with you , you may need my help.
I : No , you continue your recruiting i'll do my work .
I continued my journey as i was now full of energy and Thasador stayed in his small camp to continue his night journey.
After a long journey i reached the mountains where i saw many bloody corpses out of whome blood was flowing like water from a tap.
As i reached the top of the hill a great mighty blade stopped in front of my eyes and when i turned back i saw Darkjay standing.
He said : ''Loyal legionaire what are you doing here , you could have died from my AXE''
That time i did not have the valour to say that i came to help him cause till then i had known ''The greatness Of Darkjay''. He slayed three thousand demons alone and his body wasn't even touched by evil.
Darkjay : come we'll travel together to my tavern , people must be waiting for me.
I : *wondering* Wherever my eyes went either in one side they could see only sand or if i looked back there were only the slain corpses.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
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Every day, I got stronger...faster...smarter, and with every day passing I grew bonds with my fellow brothers-in-arms. Not only the extent of SLAYERS, but throughout SICK. I was being recognized by many, of my abilities and the potential I had in leadership and combat.
Many duels...so many sparring matches...time after time I lost to the best of SICK. But every time that I had fallen...I rose again, pushing my limits even more. My will, driving me to become the best and not be considered a weakling to evil. For me to be the best, and offer my assistance to Lord Silver of my never ending life debt I owe.
Many years have been spent with endless training until I reached my final plateau. With the powers given to me by Nihalathak, the wisdom of Lord Silver, the strength of Carloseus, and the strategics of war from Fudlow, I have become complete as a warrior of the light, a monster to evil, a SLAYER. With new found abilities that I could only dream of...I was recognized as one of the best. For my mere presence trembeled the hearts of all of those who stand on the side of evil. No one could stop my will...my promise...my purpose, to claim salvation.
A few months have passed and Lord Carloseus has summoned me to his quarters. We began a conversation that I soaked in every word spoken to me thinking it was another lesson. He then arose from his throne and announced for me to another promotion. Commander Carloseus has promoted me once more to Senior Officer within SLAYERS. I could not understand why he would appointment as Senior Officer, especially with my seniority with SLAYERS. But if that what Lord Carloseus wanted of me, I took the postition with confidence and honor. I then vowed not to disappoint my fellow SLAYERS and to Carloseus that I shall not fail. I was then given the role of being the official recruiter of SLAYERS. Carloseus must have gave me this assignment due to my hidden ability of leadership to others. That very day, I recruited two new members that joined SICK and another the following day.
I have only been in battle once, under the flag of SICK and I was already 3rd in command of SLAYERS. Much faith was bestowed by Commander Carloseus and that faith drove my confidence and will on becoming great.
The once famed Achillies once said, "...I only wish to be remembered in the of my actions...I want my name to carry on through the ages...that's when men become immortal..." That legacy would once again be placed in my hands for I was ready...
While myself and Carloseus was getting ready to do this, Ferret was to assemble his undead minions of skeletons, mages and revived Blood Lords that have already been slained by Ecclasia forces and ensure that the next reinforcement wave would not break our lines. Jarhead89, Cuddz, and Murderface was to attack from the side of the Blood Lord hordes that were in between SLAYERS and the Legion of the Damned.
Once we have exterminated those forces the Legion of the Damned was to hook around SLAYERS and cut off the Blood Lord hordes yet again. Yet a brilliant plan that was conjured up by Lord Carloseus and Lord Darkjay, but I had a feeling that not everything was going to go so smoothly. I kept it to myself and focused on what laid ahead of me.
Darkjay started the charge and reinforced the remaining Barbarians of Ecclasia in the battle of the eastern gates. Carloseus then enchanted his legion with the power of Thorns. Carloseus directed his legion to attack 500 feet inward of the Blood Lord Hordes, while Carloseus and I attacked 2000 feet inward of the line. Carloseus casted out his Blessed Hammers and ran right through the hordes line while I casted my Blade of Gods. My Blade of Gods skill allowed me to release a magic, piercing slash that was sent off by the fast unsheathing of my Shuriko.
So far, the plan was going well. Carloseus and I held the 1st line with no problems, while Ferret, Cuddz, Jarhead, and Murderface were slaying demons uncontrolably. Darkjay and his massive axe inspired the Ecclasian Barbarians to push foward and slaughter all demons that were between Ecclasia and Carloseus and I. After ten minutes of fighting, the Legion of the Damned and the remaining forces of SLAYERS have caught up to us. We then realized that the Legion of the Damned has suffered a few losses while we have suffered one. A newcomer that had the ambition as I had when I was first assigned to Lord Carloseus's legion. That made me think on what happened to me and my first engagment with SLAYERS. Made me believe that, I could have had the same fate.
This angered me once more, as I grew with more power and casted Firestorm from my Shuriko. I then came back to my consiousness realizing what has just happened. Carloseus decapitated two Blood Lords and looked at me and said, "Now you are ready." I turned and faced the Demons and slashed away with god like speed release numberous Firestorms at the Blood Lords. Darkjay went ahead to the left and flanked the neverending forces of Blood Lords. Carloseus told me to move ahead with the rest of the SLAYERS legion while he kept the Blood Lords at bay. I yelled out to the commanding officer of Ecclasia to keep all of his forces at the city walls as we push foward. I took SLAYERS to the right and attacked at the opposite point of where Darkjay have struck. This manuever will certainly pinch the assault. While the Legion of the Damned and SLAYERS were engaged in combat, I took it opun myself to find the leader of these hordes and hopefully stop the assault.
I used my god like speed to close the distance and saw the Demon...
To celebrate my victory over this beast I cut off one of his horns, making an amulet out of it. After exploring the Sanctuary for quite some time I decided it was time to get out of this dark hell and get back onto earth. After two days of trecking I made it back to where I had left my fallen comrad, his body nor the gear I had left with him were in sight. To make things more confusing thier was no blood or signs of a struggle. With those injuries thier was no way he could have made it out on his own. I set off on a small journy to try to locate him or his body. After several hours I had given up my search and set off once again on my journy home. It had been nearly a month since I had seen the light of day, my skin had grown pale, my body had become weak with hunger, but I had done it, I saved mankind. That thought alone kept me strong enough to make it out of thier. I didnt make it out in one piece, I had lost parts of my mind in hell. The sights that I had witnessed were enough to drive a man to suicide. That is something that I will always live with, it is made easyer with the thought that I had done it, evil shall no more terrorize this earth.
A week has passed and much of the arguements and opinions between fellow SICK members, have ceased due to their amazement of my training. My intense training have began inspiring others to get ready for the future. After I had much of SICK Legionaires at my side training, the high council and legion commanders have taken notice in our actions and have arranged a private conference with me in the War Room.
I stood in the center of the room where the legion commanders and Lord Elfen Lied have sat around me. They were impressed with my natural ability to inspire others and my rapid progression with myself being a warrior. Lord Elfen Lied has requested for me to increase moral by means of a quest I must undertake alone. He has requested for me to go to the jungles of Kurast, spread the religion of Silversurfnstudism and slay all evil to gain a foothold in this new war. I was also to secure the outer city of Kurast, where Upper Kurast lays in ruins. This would regain the city limits of Kurast where the jungle filled with evil, has swallowed it whole.
I left the War Room fully aware of what is yet to come. I went into my quarters and got ready for my new quest. A few moments later, Cory33, Murderface, Jarhead89, and the rest of SLAYERS gave their blessings and left. I then felt that I was the one, responsible to show SICK's might in the hearts of man...in rally, to fight this war. I grabbed my two Shuriko's and left through the north gates of Silver's Fortress. I was back on the road to Salvation.
After a few weeks of traveling to Kurast, I found myself in numberous, small engagements. I have gained much experience and have shown more battle scars that were inflicted on my body. This pushed me farther to reach my destination. I came opun a small mountain range that have showed itself as an obstical to Kurast. This has impeeded my time to my destination, but by the time I crossed the snowy mountain pass known as the Valley of Heroes, I came across a familiar figure in the mist. I closed the distance with this figure with my Shuriko in my hand, sheathed. The person looked at me, "Brother!". My brother from my lost family was traveling the same road as I. We enbraced each other for the first time in many years.
We made camp at the mid point of the Valley of Heroes and engaged in life-time amount of conversations. He was my younger brother of which was in the same Shogun as myself. He weilded our grandfathers mighty Colossus Sword on his back and have shown many battle scars as well. After many hours of tales and wine, we fell into a slumber. When I was asleep, I drempt a nightmare figure, casting lightning and spells out fowarth. I awoke to see my brother awake. A few moments in silence until he spoke, "This is the one I seek". By the looks of this demon, it apears to be the Lord of Hatred himself...Mephisto. Once I thought that, horrors of screams and laughter, filled the valley. I gripped my Shuriko and became silent to hear hear this terrorizing sounds of evil. The night turned to morning and my brother, Aeolus and I continued on our journey to Kurast...
Aeolus and I have made way to Kurast where Hratli has greeted us. We repaired are gear and stocked up on supplies. Kurast has been laid wasted with few inhabitants left in old buildings that have been torn by war. The jungle seems to be swallowing Kurast itself with its large vines hanging from the canapoy trees. The very scent of Kurast is enough to stain your soul with its foul stench. As Aeolus went to purchase new armor from Ormus, the city's mage, I went to Deckard Cain, a surviving clan member of the Horadrim, who happens to be visiting, for more information about Kurast. I declared to the city that Kurast will once again be whole and all evil present here will be slained by my Shuriko. Everyone's faces were unprovoked as many whom have traveled here has made the same claim with no results.
I went to a one of the city guards and paid him 500 pieces of gold to relay a message back to Lord Silver and Elfen Lied of my arrival to Kurast. I then prepared myself for the unknown as I took my first step into the jungles of Kurast. After a few moments of wandering...the jungle ignited with sounds of the surrounding animals. This was very disconforting as this is like an alarm signalling to evil of my presence. We have reached the end of what seems to be a vast marsh. Aeolus stood guard as I cleared every area between the end of the marsh and Kurast. With no signs of evil about, I went back to Kurast and assembled a few guards and builders to construct a wall to seal off the marsh from the jungles. This will gain confidence in the Kurast people and also gain more of their great city back.
Once I returned to the end of the marsh, Aeolus was gone. Foot prints from indicated that he have moved on without me. I have taught him well back in the Shogun and I believe that he can take care of himself. I awaited there at the end of the marsh until a decent wall was built out of wood and stone. Then...an abush apeared out of the tree line of the swamp. It was a band of Fetishs that rushed me from the distance. I quickly unsheathed my Shuriko and slashed at a near by lake to create a wall of water to block any fire attacks from Shamans. The little Fetish warriors cut right through the wall of water and started to attack me. I took of my sheath from my waist and bashed a Fetish in the head, knocking it unconcious. I then grabbed its little spear and threw it at another, killing instantly.
While I was combating the Fetishs, the town guards known as the Iron Wolf Magi, casted their ice spells at the creatures making them immoble. I then proceeded to the Shawman behind the frozen Fetish warriors and slashed his body in half. Right after that a small Fetish warrior came out underneith the shawman and stabbed me in the right leg. I showed no hesitant and pierced through his head with a small dagger I had. The attack was over and I was injured. I quickly took a bandage wrap and closed the exposed wound.
I then proceed into the never-ending jungle with no heed of my injury. After many hours of searching...I came to a stone wall of the Lower Kurast city where Aeolus has been waiting. I looked him with a smirk on my face and said, "you bastard". He grinned and started to head back to the newly fortified wall to grab the builders and warriors to secure the area between Lower Kurast and the marsh. After a few hours, they reached my destination with a builder short. "What happened Aeolus?" "He was hit with a poison dart from a lonely Fetish on the way." he replied. "Is the entire area secured?" He smiled and grabbed his Colossus sword from his back that was covered in blood. I took it as a yes.
We then proceed to build a metal door that sealed the walls of Lower Kurast to our control. We made camp there and shared stories and upcoming plans for Kurast with our fellow Kurast inhabitants. Their faces were litted up with hope and trust. After a few hours...everyone was asleep with my brother and I at watch. After a few moments staring past the metal grated door that the builders constructed...we began to hear horrors of screams and laughter once again.
I quickly looked at my brother as he swung his mighty sword, killing all in a single swing. I then looked at the charging warriors and teleported behind them. I then attacked from behind, swinging my Shuriko at lightning speeds, shedding puddles of blood in my path. When all was said and done, I try to seek for the priests behind me with no prevail. Then at an instant, one teleported right in front of me with lightning sparks, flashing in his eyes. I drew out the hilt of my sword and crushed his jaw, renderring him useless to revive his dead. Aeolus came from behind and impaled the priest in the gut, finishing him. One more priest was out there and we must find before he warns the rest of the evils that crawl within the jungled Kurast. I then spotted him fleeing from battle like a coward. I then threw my Shuriko at him and pierced him in the right shoulder, spinning him to the ground. I caught up with the weakened priest, grabbed my Shuriko and pierced him again in the neck.
We gathered ourselves and moved un through to the Kurast Bazaar. This was a pain staking procees of destroying every monster that inhibited the areas we ventured in. After a few hours of non-stop blood pillaging, we found our destination in the Upper Kurast. There, we spotted the ancient Zakarum Mages from the high steps of their temple, waiting for us. These mages, were mishapened and was all too clear to be corrupted by Mephisto. Aeolus volunteered to kill all the demons in Upper Kurast while I slain all of the Mages. I raced to the temple steps while hearing Aeulos and his battle cry.
One of the mages, casted their fire beasts, hydras from the fiery depths of hell and showered me with fire bolts of hundreds. I easily dodged these bolts and began engaging the first mage. He lashed out his cursed lightning attacks as I was hacking away with my Shuriko. This mage would not go down due to his battle hardened skin. I thin rallied back and casted my bone spear that I learned from one of the Necros back at Lord Silver's Fortress. This spear gorged a hole right through the stomach of the now slained mage. The other mages awaiting their turn, saw this magic and decided to all attack at once.
I then turned to my Ultimate attack...the Slash of Gods. I sliced the air with my blade sending a turbulent, moving void at the group of mages. They tried to dodge the attack, but with my skill's amazing speed, it stopped them right in their tracks. All of them have died exept for one that was missing a severed arm. He then conjured up enough energy to throw my way a huge lightning bolt. Moments by as if time has slowed down for me receiving this blow. Out of no where, Aeulos intercepted the bolt of Lightning and took the attack. He was then thrown into a nearby building, smouldering. With the now weakened mage, I walked up to him and decapitated him with no remorse.
I ran back to my brother. He seemed fine due to his resist lightning aura he casted. But in no way battle ready. We made up camp as Kurast can once again call this place home. There was only one battle to come in Kurast however, and that was Mephisto. Many have claimed that he is enclosed in a durance of Hell or prison of hell, which was located below the very temple that we made camp at. The only way of entering the labirynth, was to smash the cappelling orb. We made patience for I know, I would need my brother's help in this fight. A few days has passed and Aeolus was well. He then went back to Kurast to tell everyone that the jungle does not claim Kurast anymore. I awaited for his arrival for I was in deep mediation, a battle mediation of what is to come when we face Mephisto himself.
Travel had hardened me, war had shaken me, and loneliness had taken me almost to the point of unbearable. Anger, and hatred clawed at my core, while sadness and wretchedness sought my demise. Along my travels I met many women, many women that I could have spend life with. But with every woman or child I relived my torture, and I fled such thoughts of happiness. More powerful I became, more angry I grew, and much more did I lust for that which kept me from pain: bloodshed. I slaughtered all evil in my sight, and helped towns erradicate demon infestations surrounding them. Hero, I was named, Savior I was called, and happiness I brought them for I could not keep any. I gave men hope, and kept none for myself.
Battle after battle I fought, demon after demon fell beneath my cruel Swords of Destruction, and I was looked upon with awe as that to a god. I took these to heart, and over the thousands of years I traveled I was finally softened to the point of breaking. That is when it started.
In the lands of Westmarch the calm beneath the storm started. Valiant men shuffled around and made armors, weapons, and prepared for battle. Among the ever burning remains of Tristram a massive army drew first breath, for the marched from hell up to Sanctuary. This mass of demon and skeletal minions were more than enough to take Sanctuary, and this reached me late in. For months the two sides had been amassing, and the demon legions had long passed the count of 20,000. My experience had taught me that men strong enough could shatter armies of Diablo, but there were merely 5,000 men, who would be quickly overtaken. Reinforcements were still gathering in the cities of Westmarch, but too slowly and would reach the battlefield much too late to help any. My thoughts jumped to helped, but even I would need help. And so I remembered my Barbarian allies and took once again to the road. After a week of endless travel I reached my destination, the fort-city of Harrogath.
Upon my arrival to Harrogath I hurried to Qual-Kehk, he managed the armed forces of the Barbarians, and so he would be quickest in aiding me in my quest. within a day we set out, though we would arrive in two weeks. Despite our prolonging journey, we reached a day before the battle began, enough to ready ourselves and others mentally for what was to come. Hours came by as if days, this was what would break many other men, the calm and the wait for the inevitable. Soon they would challenge fate, and fight for their families who awaited them far away.
Finally the day arrived. The legions of Terror marched into the battlefield, and we had either to meet them or retreat. I brought out the two swords of infamy, my Swords of Destruction, and led the followers of Zakarum into battle. As we met in the thunderous clash I jumped high above the enemy line, deep into their ranks. Magic roared as it pounded my landing grounds, and I then continued to savagely attack them. I tore their limbs off, and i slayed thousands of demons. I had estimated a force of thousands, this was tens of thousands! One after another they came at me and the other armies, slowly disabling the might of the men. I roared a vicious battle cry and the barbarians yelled out battle orders and commands, strengthening morale.
Days of fighting passed by and still we fought on. Some men took turns sleeping while others fought on, but for those of the North it was unheard of to sleep while a fight was on, their passion was war. I fueled my animosity with memories, with anger, and with rage. I hacked viciously, and jumped again into another section of demons to do more damage. Slowly the barbarians began to break the line by intimidation and projecting savageness they could not hold for long, but just enough to strike fear into them. As if all of a sudden rallied, the demons began fighting with a renewed strength, but we took them and kept them at bay. I resumed my tactics, until I decided I was using too little magic. If we could break their morale we would cut down thousands in the retreat. I teleported back to safety behind the soldiers, and began concentration. I would have depleted my magic supply, but still be strong enough to fight on. Then I was lifted to the air, and I levitated in place as light emitted from me. Large meteors from the heavens appeared and began smashing into the enemy. They tore many holes into the host, and weakened them. After that the men pushed forward. We broke the line and the army, and sent them from the battlefield. Many soldiers, including myself and my friends from the North, hurried to camp for our steeds and cut down thousands of the fleeing cowards.
As I slayed my last demon I saw cheerful faces. Merely 400 had died, and 200 had been hurt. They lost limbs, and were forever scarred true, but they lived. I then realized that I had given them something they had not thought possible. I had saved their lives, their women, and their children. At that moment I realized that I could allow myself again find someone that I could share my life with, however worthy it is. The only problem now is to find one who would match my values.
After the end of night and the morning brisk of air, Aeolus was successful in relaying the message to the townfolks of Kurast. We drew out our weapons and prepared for combat. We climbed the towering stairs of the temple to search for the Compelling Org, the key into Mephisto's lair. We reached the top only to see it already being destroyed and the entrance opened. "Someone has been here", I thought to myself. We took caution and proceeded into the dark recesses of the lair. We entered into a atrium filled with many doors. I noticed a door left slightly opened to my left. "Let's go", said hesitantly by Aeolus. We opened the door ever so slighly to find corpses attached to the walls of the long hallway. We proceeded down the dark hall until we heard bone snaping noises.
We paused in shock, gripping the hilt of our swords ever so firmly. Our eyes, widen with anticipation. Then, an army of horror skeletons filled the hallway from nearby rooms. Aeolus took charge and started destroying hell's minions. By the time that attack started, it has already met conclusion. After an hour in Durance's maze, we found ourselves at a dead end, what seems to be a torcher chamber. Blood, coated the walls thickly, bones and carcasses filled the room. After a brief gaze at the slaughter room, we were then trapped by shadow ghosts beyond the graze. Willowwhips! Aeolus enchanted his mighty Colossus sword with the sorcery powers of Enchant. Fire poured out from the hilt and cross gaurd of the sword as he then began to strike the ghouls. I sheathed my Shuriko and began praying, envoking the power of the Paladin warrior. The Fist of Heavens.
I then strike my enemies down with a single bolt of lightning and holy bolts. I stayed in the rear, covering Aeolus's back, striking all that teleport behind him. After the battle has subsided, Aoelus was injured. A massive cut was rendered on his leg, re-staining his armor in red. We then took a moment and I tended to his wounds. The look of disappointment was presented on his face. I ignored the look of a man in shame and finished wrapping his wound adding a healing potion to the bandage. I assisted him up and we continued down the hall where we were finally able to locate the stairway to the lower level of Durance.
At the final step, we were then greeted by a dozen high counsil members, flashing their fire and lightning in our faces. I unsheathed my Shuriko and in one strike, I unleashed my Slash of Gods technique, slicing through all of the high counsils in half. Some vamps were also their but fleed due to witnessing my power of the sword. We went down a hall and turned to our right. A massive room was there. Too the left was a portal decorated in skulls and surrounded by rivers of blood. Out of the dark, red eyes peered through my soul. Aeolus grabbed a bow off the ground and aimed an arrow, blessed by his Enchant skill, into the dark. He shot the arrow and sped through the shadows where the red eyes were present. After a few seconds, there was no sound what so ever.
Then out of no where, a shriek of lightning blasted Aeolus back to the wall. His unconcious body smouldering from the lightning attack. I grabbed a healing potion and threw it behind me, shattering and splashing onto Aeolus. I gripped my sword and made haste to the powerful demon. The monster then made himself visible being the Lord of Hatred himself! He casted his powerful poison spell around him. I ignored this. With my god-like speed at play, the air around me displaced out of my way. Leaving the poison, ineffective. I began hacking at Mephisto with unannounced speed and anger. After a few seconds of gutting him, he then grabbed my head, lifting me in the air. They we were, face to face. He then began to laugh at me in his sidistic voice and threw me on the other side of the room.
I recovered in mid-air and landed on my feet. I then charged at Mephisto again, while he prepared my next attack with lightning streeking from his hands. I then teleported behind him and severed one of his arms off. I took a step back and watch Mephisto fill the room with anguish. I then proceeded to attack him again, when all of the sudden, he blasted me with a lightning bolt. I fell to the ground with my armor still leaping electricity from one part of the armor to the next. I got back up hesitantly, assisting with my sword as a cane. My Shuriko then started to glow again in a undescribable aura. I then looked at Mephisto and it grew brighter. Mephisto stared in confusion. I then grabbed my Shuriko and heaved it at Mephisto like a javalin. It struck Mephisto right in the neck. Soon after then disappeared and then...blew up the entire neck of Mephisto, decapitating him. Blood and chunks of flesh painted the room in red.
Aeolus awoke from his attack and told me about Diablo and him entering hell once again. I looked at the red portal in a state of horror. Aeolus volunteered to go back to the surface and let Kurast now what has happened. I thought to myself again...Kurast is free once again. Aeolus made way back up the stair way as I took courage and entered the portal...
As I took courage and entered into hells gate, I found myself in a great fortress that is rivaled of Lord Silver's Castle itself. The stone made walls filled with names and portraits of heroes whom previously walked here. A local paladin walked by me and greeted me to the Pandamonium Fortress. "The Panadamonium Fortress?", I asked.
He then took me to his Blacksmith shop located to the left and sat me down. He started to explain to me what the Pandamonium Fortress is and where it was located. Soon after I was greeted by a warrior angel by the name of Tyreal. At the time, I never heard of angel interferring with the realm of the mortals. He lend me his wisdom and what lies beyond the fortress's walls. A infinite battle he pictured in my head, between the great warriors of man and the horrors of hell. After an hour of Tyreal telling me tales of the great forge smith and Diablo, I took up camp in a warriors home their and awaited for my brother to return.
A day went by with no news from Aeolus. I then went out and stocked up on supplies and repaired my armor and weapons. Deckard Cain, the last of the Zakarum mages was there inscribing scrolls and identifing weapons of great magnitudes to other warriors there. I grew eager to reunite with my brother and my Lord, for entering that portal was not in my mission objectives. I took the time waiting for my brother to return by meditating and re-focusing my mind for future battles. A few hours went by and I began to grow haste. I told Tyreal that I shall return with my legion and aid in the war with hell.
Right when I was to take my first step back to the Durance of Hate, the great doors of the fortress was bashed out from a charging Blood Lord. I quickly regained my stance and I drew out my blade and charged at the Blood Lord. Others began to equip their armor and gathered their men to uphold a defensive line at the fortress gate. More demonic hell's made their attempt to flood the fortress through the steel enforced gate. I quickly gutted the first 3 Blood Lords until I was hit by a decrepify curse from a nearby Oblivion Knight. I grew weak and slow. Other demons caught this and began their way to make an easy kill. One of the demons, a Corpse Spitter, was one of the first to approach me. He then opened his massive mouth and attempted to eat me alive. Out of know where, his head split in two and I then regained my composure from the curse. I finished off the creature by cutting him in half and I then looked to my left.
It was Carloseus and Ajax with our legion keeping at bay, hell's minions from entering the fortress. Lord Carloseus grinned at me and made way to the next demon. I took my Shuriko and swiped clean of the demons blood and followed Carloseus to the line.
-The Shogun-
-The First Engagement-
-Hardships-
-Under Siege-
-The Wake-
-Evil has Returned-
-Hatred Awoken-
-Reconstruction-
-No Name…Just Hatred-
-Durance of Hate-
-Holding the Line-
-Holding the Line Part II-
-Fallen Angel-
Izual and his army stood their waiting to deliver our doom. They seemed not to be dragged down in patience. It seemed they were biding their time, waiting to make us suffer in the battle to come. Ferret and Phoenix, made several traps at the steps of Pandemonium. The warriors of Pandemonium equiped their bows and waited. Ajax and Warlord, began constructing piercing, 5 foot logs and attaching it to the outside wall. Cory, fully healed now, took over tending to others that were still injured. DXrules and Helwig climbed the highest spires of Pandemonium to scout. Murderface assisted Halbu in repairing everyones weapons and armors. Everyone else of SLAYERS were awaiting at the gates, fearing their fate to come.
Seven hours has passed and no sign of advancements from the enemy forces. They were about 800 feet away from the fortress walls. Every so often, more groups of Oblivion Knights or Venom Lords, would join Izual's ranks. Helwig reported to me over ten thousand demons. There force's were one thousand times the size of our's. Concern were showing on the mens faces. Right then, Izual sent a few legions to attack. The Pandemonium warriors launched there arrows at the attack forces. Several monsters immediately hit the ground, as 100 more monsters continued their assault. Ferret and Phoniex's traps began lighting the battle area, with shrieks of lightning, ripping though the legions sent to attack. The Pandemonium warriors launched their second wave of arrows at the demons. A few monsters were remaining as they retreated back to Izual's forces. As they approached, Izual casted his mighty Frost Nova freezing them solid, then shattered to pieces by his massive sword.
Such brutality was reflected back at the men in fear. Carloseus grab the men's audience as he gave an inspiriational speech. "Men...remember...YOU ARE SLAYERS!...you are the elite of our Lord God Silver's legions. Show no fear or mercy to those whom we sought out to destroy......beyond these gates, do you know what I see?...I see this as an opportunity to show your loyality...to show you are the elite...TO SHOW YOU ARE SLAYERS. Now prepare yourself to hence foward and show the might of SICK." Carloseus grabbed his two massive swords and pointed one at the men. A bright aura arose from Carloseus himself...then a bright light filled the Pandemonium. The men looked at each other and saw an aura among themselves. "With my powers, you are now more powerful then ever."
The men gathered at the gates and glared at their final destination. "IN THE NAME OF SICK, YOU DEMONS SHALL BE SMITED BY THY LIGHT!" Carloseus announced. The gates flew open and our legion gave out a powerful battle cry as they raced to meet the forces of Hell. The Pandemonium forces sniped distant targets as we engaged in melee. Every Decurion was to create a little squadron to the left, center, and right. Ferret and Phoenix, began launching traps again in the middle of the demon's army. Warlord took Esual, Bones and Iori to the left...Fudlow took Muderface, Jarhead and Kore4n_newb to the center...Ferret took Helwig, Cory, and Phoenix to the right. I stayed by Carloseus as we charged around to the rear with Ajax and DXrules.
The Oblivion Knights and Mages were the first to engage SLAYERS. Bone spirits and steel clashed between each other. Ferret began Mind Blasting them, hurdling them back against their own. Fudlow started to cast forth, his fire attacks and volcanoes. Warlord teleported from minion to minion, killing them with his sword. The legionaires were killing monsters at a rate of 3 per a second. The front line was holding very well. Every once and a while, Fudlow would psychically messenge Carloseus and I on battle progress.
As Carloseus and I approached the rear, I seperated myself from the squadron to perform one of my useful techniques with my Shuriko. I was able to learn a Whirlwind technique from Ajax as I carved my way through a section of Hell's Army. Izual was found in the center as he will not be delt with now. Carloseus casted numberous Blessed Hammers, destroying hundreds at a time. Ajax started to use his Leap Attack skill and began pouncing on unsuspected minion's. DXrules rose the dead to fight for him as he launched several Bone Spears at Hell's army. Everything was going to plan until...Jarhead was injured from a curse...Iron Maiden. Fudlow reported to us that he has been returned by Warlord to the Panemonium Fortress safely.
The battle began to push away from the Pandemonium's arrows. So the warriors took up arms and began to aid us in our battle. Venom Lords began to spray their fiery breath at us as we continued our defense. After a few whirlwind techniques, I began slaughtering monsters left and right with no end. With my god-like speed and agility, no monster was able to lift their weapon before being laid down by my Shuriko. Carloseus switched to melee with his massive swords...laying waste to all in his way. A quarter of Hell's ranks have already been killed by the first hour of battle.
Ferret was destroying all that were not Lightning immune with his traps. Warlord has not even taken a blow with his fast teleporting and slaughtering. Fudlow showed the true meaning of fire to those whom reside in Hell. Ajax seemed like a frog in battle...leaping from target to target with his massive maul. Helwig was assisting Ferret with all of those minions that were lightning immune with massive ice spells. With Carloseus's enchantment aura, SLAYERS seemed like gods in battle. Now with half of Izual's minions defeated, he than began to laugh in a demonic voice. Everyone stopped their engagement as Izual continued his horrific laughter. Out of know where, another army of Uldars and Venom Lords stampeede their way to the battle area.
Carloseus saw the impeeding army and brought his squadron around back to the front line before we were fighting monsters on both sides of our position. Carloseus then commanded all of SLAYERS to regroup into one again five hundred feet back. With a total of 15 mixed Pandemonium warriors and SLAYERS, against a reinforced army, they began to have doubts of their survival. I stared at the ground while the men recooperated. "Everyone, go back to the fortress right now" "Carloseus, Ferret and I will take care of this." "If you are concerned about your own being than fullfilling your oath as SICK warriors and SLAYERS, then you should return to the fortress." A long pause grew as I said this. I then ran towards the army, detatching from the legion by myself. I commanded my Insanity of War out foward to smite the evil as I was charging the enemy. A powerful energy force exploded from my body, knocking down nearby minions to the floor, as I became faster, agile, and stronger.
"LET'S GO!" Screamed the men as they raced to catch up with me...
Everything has changed since that day... SLAYERS has became the elite force of SICK due to enormous amounts of battle experience. Pandamonium was in a state of nuetral territory. Commander Carloseus was promoted due to his achievements of holding Izual's and Hell's armies away from Pandamonium Fortress. New faces in our guild. Everything has changed since that day...
While leaning against a oak tree, along the cliff of a ocean, beside Lord Silver's Citadel...I was in deep thought of the future of this war. "What is to be next in Hell's move?" "Will we be ready for Hell's next strike on the mortal plane?" "How many more will suffer in this war?". I stood there beside the oak tree for a few hours now. This was how I proccessed my thoughts. Hearing the ocean waves slamming into the rocky shores, the seagulls screeching in the high sky, the fresh wind from the Great Ocean of the East breezing past my face...Seemed peaceful on Earth for awhile.
My brother, Aeolus, came to my side and asked how I was doing. I turned around and stared at his left, severed arm from Hell's engagement. Without me saying a word...he laughed and punched me in the shoulder. He than proceeded to Lord Elfen Lied's chamber to discuss recruitment into SICK since he was never part of SICK in my quest to Kurast. I grabbed my Shuriko from my side and started to head to my quarters.
As I was passing by the Rememberance Hall...I noticed that Commander Carloseus was debriefing some new legionaires about the rules and regulations of our guild. I was still trying to get used to the new insignia of Battalion Commander on his armor. He has achieved so much for our cause. I have always looked up to him as a older brother. He has taught me everything in battle and now he is about to do the same for the new recruits.
I continued down until I reached my door to my quarters. A note was slipped underneith my door into my room. I read the note and Lord Elfen Lied, Lord Silver, and Commander Carloseus requested my audiance at 1500 hours today. I grabbed my Centurion officer wardrobe to look presentable in front of thy lord. As I was finishing up getting ready, I was unaware on what presented for me in Lord Silver's Throne Room. As I left my quarters, others were watching me as if they were aware of what lied opun me.
As I entered into the massive throne room, Lord Silver, Lord Elfen Lied and Commander Carloseus awaiting me at the top of the throne. I kneeled down to show my respect for thy lord and proceeded to discuss with them. I glanced at Commander Carloseus as he smirked at me like he was hinting me on what was to come. Lord Silver made way towards me with his mighty scepter and placed it on my right shoulder as I was kneeling down. I began to shake as for I was aware on why I was summoned, began to shake for what responsibilites were to come, began to shake for sure recognition. Lord Silver himself had dubbed me as Praefectus Castrorum. He than asked for a full report of my new legions name and objective to serve SICK. I was given a new officer's coat with the Praefectus Castrorum insignia. I was also given a new piece of armor that beared my rank and SICK on the shoulder gaurd.
I arose feeling like a new man. I bowed to Lord Silver, turned around and left his presence. I returned back to the hall outside of Silver's throne room and everyone awaited for me. Everyone congradulated me on my promotion and offered to me their sword whenever it is needed in battle. I had never thought that so many people would want to fight beside me, especially with my Insanity of War not completely tamed yet. I returned to my quarters and began to do alot of paper work for my future legion. After I was awake for the entire night, I decided to go to the nearest town to unwined myself for a few.
After an hour of hiking, I approached Darkjay's tavern, when all of the sudden a shadowy person attempted to assassinate me from the ally. I unsheathed my Shuriko and sliced the man in two from his left abs to his right. Every villager stood in aw as I stand above the would be assassin. Soon after two more men jumped down from nearby houses with their weapons exposed. I flashed by them with my godly speed and engaged them with my Shuriko. These men were good. Too good actually as I was dueling both of them toe-to-toe. After a few clashes between blades, I finally grabbed my Shuriko reversed grip and slashed one of the men in the face...slamming him to the ground. The other man took the opportunity and attacked from the air above me to slay me. As I turned my head to the sky a huge twister came out of no where and hurdled the man into Darkjay's tavern doors. I gained my composure again and saw streams of blood pouring out of the doorway of the bar. Darkjay came out with his bloody axe along with Zubin beside him. "Had fun yet Thasy?"...Darkjay joked. I gave him a nice grin and turned my attention to the man who assisted me.
He was a druid from one of the western clans. His name was Daniel and he seemed like the perfect canidate in my new legion of duelers...no....Assassins. I then requested him to join SICK and stand by my side as second in command of my legion. This attack opun me made me realize that SICK needs protection from other warriors as well. Lord Silver has always made conquest to rid of all evil from this sancuary, but all were ready for demons and the undead...not other warriors.
So I returned to Lord Silver's Citadel along with Daniel after a few beers, to fill out my report of my new legion's information.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked Thasador.
“Yes.” he said.
I looked at him, he was under pressure. His legion was new and untrained, he could not introduce them to battle so soon. He would have to make up by himself what his men could not.
“If you need any help, call. Any of us will assist. Clear?” I told him. He nodded in assurance.
“There are several generals we need killed. Surl ‘Tal is the high general of Baal’s army. He is the one surrounded by Baal’s elite minions. Scragia the Shrewd is general of Mephisto’s army. He is the one heavily defended by the High Counsil Members. Marsil is the general for Diablo. He is the one most fortified by Pit Lords. All three of these targets must be vanquished if we wish to make this victory a fast one. This is not a full army as those they have sent to us before, but I have been assigned in keeping this army from advancing towards the capital. Our resources on man power are thin, the other legions have been assigned to keep watch, since this might be only a distraction. And we better hope it is.” Thasador nodded, though sadly to me. Marsil was once a good friend of ours, a true warrior yet now a general for the evil we once cut down together.
“Thasador, put his troubled and tortured soul to rest. He is not the man we once called friend.” I said.
“I will Carloseus.” he responded.
Just then the horns of war rang, filling the air with the enemy’s attempt to strike fear into us.
“Lets remind them again who we are.” I yelled loudly. The Slayers laughed, and spread out. To our backs was the only way through the mountain pass, and before us were ten thousand demons wishing to cross it. The pass was not narrow, a quarter mile wide, this army would march through it in a day if any other group of warrior confronted it.
However, SLAYERS was specially trained for this scenario, and all scenarios in which we had to spread out thin and hold ground in tens what hundreds were supposed to do. Not only could we hold ground, we could push back the enemy. This was what we were going to do.
Reaching back I pulled out my twin blades, the famous Swords of Destruction. Gigantic in length and width, they were meant to strike fear into an enemy and carve a large path of death through the thickest of crowds.
“Let us destroy this miserable bunch!” I yelled. War shouts and battle cry’s erupted as my team readied their swords. The rain poured down heavily now, and our battle field was ready for the blood to be spilt.
The army of Baal approached, and began to charge at us as to overwhelm us.
“HOLD YOUR GROUND MEN!” I yelled.
“LET THEM TASTE OUR FURY!” a mighty eruption came from Ferret who was all too ready for the clash. Hungry eyes and eager faces I saw in every Slayer.
“RELEASE THE BEAST!!!!” I roared. Proud as of a lion, thunderous as thunder, and angry as that of a dragon, my cry sent the message miles away. Then, transformation. We stood ready, though not attentive for a minute. Then vision seemed clearer, sharper. My senses were better, and my motions faster and quicker than before. The beast of war, the ultimate defense mechanism which every Slayer has learned to release at command was harnessed.
The demons were close now, and they did not slow down. Fire coursed up my blades, and same to others who stood ready. Closer still, they ran, unknowing of the surprise that awaited them.
“NOW!” Fudlow yelled, and we all swung our blades forward, though the enemy was not close enough yet. The first 7 rows of demons rushing at us fell to the floor, cut in half by a collective spell we had developed for this form of battle.
“Dig In SLAYERS!” I yelled. We ran at them now, and the surviving army stopped. We quickly merged into them, cutting down tens of a time each. Arms, legs, heads, and even whole torsos were cut apart, our point was clear. We were not here to delay them, we were here to execute them.
The massacre continued, hours passed by quickly as we smiled at one another. Far ahead I noticed a large blast of fire and disturbance amongst Baal’s squad of elites as they stamped and grew angry about something. The remainder of Baal’s army joined the fight, including the elites. *Good job Thas!* I said to myself. As I cut the head off a demon imp.
We destroyed the remainder of the first army, unnerving the other two. They too charged at us when similar occurrences of unrest grew within the confines of their well protected circle, where their general was. Once the other two were taken care of, we quickly took care of the willing remainder of the armies and routed the few who did not fall by our stalking swords.
“Thasador, good job.” I said as I found him weary and blood soaked.
“That was the most fun I’ve had yet!” he answered, quite esteemed.
“Get used to them, you’ll be doing a whole lot more of them in the future. Did you notice how fast we undid with them? A day and a half! Very quickly indeed, this will help a lot when we get into some big battles.”
“But won’t that take the fun out of lasting days on end in battles?”
“True.”
He smiled triumphantly.
As we returned to the capital we found it being heavily under attack, while the few legions struggled to hold ground and not let the enemy too close to the city. We were outside though, and the enemy was not expecting an assualt from outside. We tore through the leadership of the armies swarming the sides of our capital, and routed the enemy once more. once one side weakened, our forces were able to break the line and flank the enemy too quickly, which was good because we were spent by the time we finished off the last group of generals.
"Had a good time out there?" Darkjay asked as he stuck his axe in a corpse.
"Yes, but i wish i had kept count. how about a beer over at your place?"
"Lets get this place clean first. You know the stink that comes from this place in the morning."
He then patted Thasador on the shoulder. "Good job out there, I'm glad its you thats running a new legion, your the best for your job." I looked over to my good friend and gave him a sincere nod of approval. Words could not begin to describe the pride I felt for him and his achievements. He nodded back, and we grasped each others right arm and shook.
"I know you'll do well, Thasador, may you remember this night." I turned to the forces of SICK who now were relaxing as they talked.
"Hail Thasador, Leader of ASSASINS!" I shouted.
Hail" they shouted back.
That turned the page for what would be a new chapter in SICK, the time of ASSASINS and SLAYERS, brother legions under one man, and one of the proudest moments in my military career.
I’ve walked the earth for many ages, land to land I roamed spilling blood of the corrupt in an effort to revenge myself against the evil that took all that I held dear. Demon, orc, and monster fell beneath my blades, hatred and misery fueled the destruction I weld. The blades I wield are the Swords of Destruction and are famous for the amount they have slain as well as for their large size. However, they were not always as large in size as they are now.
After my family and loved ones had been taken I was thrown into a dark state of existence. I lived to kill, and killed to live. For several years I was under constant travel and developed battle skills that few have mastered. Soon I would enter an encampment or even a known dwelling of demon clans and walk away to a burning village. It was not long before I became feared among minions of the great Devil himself. Soon it became too easy for me to kill a village, I longed for a city, a capital to lay waste on, to obliterate under my hand.
As I walked, one day I came to a newly burnt town. I walked through observing the still smoldering ashes where houses once were.
“Who goes there?” I heard, the voice of a young man.
“I am……..” Who am I? What is my name?
“Answer me!” he demanded, but I could not see him.
I scavenged my memory, trying desperately to remember my name, not for him, but because it was now very distressing to know I knew not my name!
“Carloseus young one. I am Carloseus the Clanslayer.”
“Ha! He is a legend. A story parents tell their children to give hope!”
I pinpointed his location and within a second a sword was held at his throat ten yards from where I was standing.
“I am not a tale, a hero on a righteous cause. I am a man, who has lost everything.” I relaxed and he stared at me.
“I am in need of a blacksmith. Where can I find one?” I said, ignoring of what I just did.
He looked away. “I know of a man that can help you, not three miles from here. Jewerl is his name, and he has a shack down this road.” he said.
I nodded, but my gaze was drawn to his shoulder which had a broken shard of metal sticking from it. How could I not have seen it before? I lifted my hand and it flew out of his flesh, into my hand. He yelled in shock, and I quickly mended the wound through magic before he realized it.
“What! How could you…??!!” he exclaimed.
“Take me to the blacksmith and I will consider us even.” I said.
We set off, and he told me of how a year ago his family had perished by hand of demons, but he had not burned down the village until now. He too had hunted down the aggressors without much battle training, and was beginning the same journey as I.
“May I come with you? I would like to fight by your side.”
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Gretnel” he said.
I was lonely, and so I said yes, glad that now I had someone to talk to. Glad that now I had a friend after all that time.
We arrived at the blacksmith’s home, and there I stayed a month. Paying a heavy gold bag, I was taught the methods and techniques of blacksmiths, and so I repaired and strengthened my armor. He also taught me methods of applying magical attributes to my armor and swords, so again I empowered my armor. Finally he taught me the secret method he had been developing. A large sword, though balanced, he showed me a pair of blades he had worked on. I tested them, testing their swiftness and balance. Amazingly, they were perfect! However, they were heavy, and in battle they would quickly bring you to your death. I did however forge a pair of my own, and constructed a sturdy brace for them on my back.
We departed, and began our journey. I taught him the methods I used to find demons, and trained him to wield a sword. Soon we were contesting, and slaying many demons. A month, six months, a year passed as we grew together. Our power had been greater than ever before, and we were close as brothers.
In our travels we came to a small town of Tristram. There we found rooms to stay in, and a hearty blacksmith who repaired our equipment quickly and masterfully as we rested. As I went to my room at the inn there, but was attracted to a woman there, Gillian, and so I spent the nights in another house. Gretnel went to the church to pray, and there he spent his whole time while we were in Tristram.
I heard rumors that the church was demon infested, and that a warrior was clearing it as well as journeying down into the crack of hell from which they were spawning. Another rumor still I heard, of the Lord of Terror behind all this devilry, and so I began training with my new swords, getting my arms used to their weight and my body with the dynamics of the large weapons. After a week, I felt ready, and so I merged my swords into the new ones, making them one. Blood from my hand merged into the steel during the forge, and I was able to merge and unmerge the two weapons magically later.
“It is time.” I told Gretnel as we ate.
“Time for what?” he asked.
“Time to confront Diablo, and to assist the brave warrior who is battling the minions of death alone.”
“We can’t! I won’t let you!” he yelled. I was startled. Quickly I finished eating and left. He followed, and I heard a sword ring as it was drawn from its sheath.
“I will not allow you to kill my master.” he said coldly. We were at the entrance of the church now, and I stopped. Turning around I looked at him.
“What?!”
“Lazarus says that we must help our Lord free himself from Hell, we must help him get to the open air where he can be great and powerful. When we do this I will be rewarded. Therefore I must kill you, and that righteous soul in order for us to succeed.” he said.
“you will not kill anyone, and Diablo will die.” I said. Lazarus has brain washed him. The evil sorceror, once archbishop, had poisoned his mind.
Drawing my swords I walked back, and slowly we began to fight. I was luring him away from the settlement, and soon we were far away as we fought. Steel rang and swords clashed as we battled through the day. I finally overwhelmed him, striking the flat of his blade, causing it to fly upwards. He jumped high, and attempted to grab it but I kicked him, and a mighty strike at the middle of its length broke the sword into two. I then dismembered his right arm, and he fell backward. I breathed heavily as I looked at him.
“You will never cross my path again, or I will kill you.” I muttered. I turned back and began walking to the church.
“Time to rid this place of the evil that has been plaguing it for so long.” I said aloud.
As I walked I heard a small noise, and a sharp pain took my back. I grabbed my sword and turned around, swung and killed him, beheading him as he turned to run. I removed the broken blade from my back, and instead went to the healer there.
The Lord of Terror was defeated, and so I left. I traveled to the Barbarian North, the land of my people, and soon led a band of Barbarian Elite. With them I became popular among the people and so I and my swords became famous and not just a rumor, or false story of hope.
As I crossed the courtyard, some of the members of SLAYERS met up with me. Ferret, Saber, Caliban, and Fudlow followed me to the architects, coversating with me about how I was doing away from SLAYERS. I assured them since I will still be under Commander Carloseus's sword, that I will always be by there sides. Fudlow slapped my shoulder with a grin and said, "Glad to hear it brother...I mean Commander".
I had finally reached the architects service building and dropped a few gold bags on their desk, requesting of construction of the Legion of Assassins wing. With my approved copy of construction from Lord Elfen Lied, the construction workers picked up their tools and began heading to the construction site. After a few moments of watching the hard working men off to construct my legion's building, a sigh of relief came opun me to the assurance of the safety of SICK from other clans in our sanctuary.
I returned to my quarters in persuit of cleaning everything out, to get ready to move my quarters. A quarter of the way of cleaning, I found a old note in the corner of my quarters from Murderface...a seasoned warrior of SLAYERS whom first recruited myself into SLAYERS. The note read,
Greetings Thasador, my name is Murderface and welcome to our guild of SICK. I understand that Lord Silver has just brought you in as a new recruit. I understand that you are not part of any legion of SICK yet, and I was wondering if you would like to be known as the best of SICK. Your scars and sword shows that you have been through many battles. You seem on the verge of insanity and that is what SLAYERS is all about. SLAYERS stands for Silver's Legionairy Advocates Yielding Elite Reckless Surpremecy. We are under command of the mighty Baron of SLAYERS, Commander Carloseus. If you wish to join us, please me in the hall of arms where I will take you to Baron Carloseus's stay.
~Murderface~
End of Note
After I read this, that was when we received word of a fortress of Lord Silver's was undersiege by Ulders and Moon Lords. I quickly grabbed my Shuriko and my armor and raced out of the Citadel. Others followed to aid in the fortress now known as "Lycander's Guard", due south, south-east. There were about 30 guards of SICK located there. They were simple guards, no warriors under a legion. Carloseus and Acid Reign got their men together and mounted on horses. I did not have enough time to gather a steed and mount for I relied on my godly speed that once curesed my soul. Maestro and his legion, was called opun to defend Silver's Citadel incase this is a decoy.
I got to the summit of a high dune of the southern Maji desert and spotted the fortress still under siege, about 4 miles away. Shortly after, Commander Carloseus and Acid Reign approached the fortress from a distance to the east. I stood there as an observant to the engagement. Viewing the demons contacting the fortress from the west and Commander Carloseus and Acid Reign with their legions contacted from the east. Carloseus jumped off his horse and raced towards the heavens, about 40 feet in the air and landed on the front line of the assault. SLAYERS went around the fortress to flank Hell's army to the North as Acid Reign reinforced the guards inside the fortress. Carloseus unleashed his Swords of Destruction opun the faces of evil and slained many in a few seconds.
After a few minutes of engagement...the two legions were holding up fairly well against several thousands. Off to my left about 30 degrees I spotted a seperate company of Hell's army just standing there on top of another, smaller, dune. I observed them for a few more minutes until they tried to flank on the SLAYERS position. I unsheathed my Shuriko and raced down the dune to engage. With my god-like speed, I intercepted them within seconds.
However they were not the evil faces of hell, more of men with battle garbs and bones as jewerly. I hesitated for a minute and took a leap back. There were 25 of these warriors with their weapons exposed. I spotted a few with Hell's insignia on their armor. I regained my composure and awaited for one of them to make a move. The sounds of battle roared behind me as I was the only defense from these mercs to kill Carloseus's men, as they were unaware of what was happening through the hundreds of demons around them.
I was thinking of my training, thinking of other battle discilplines that others use, thinking on how heavy or light these mercs wielded...everything was in slow motion. Then one of mercs called foward as he announced that they are known as the DO clan. Demonic Order. They said that they were not controled nor commanded by Diablo himself. They are mere soldiers of the ancient war that decided to side with evil to rid of all men that did not aid them years ago.
I gathered my thoughts for a minute...then one of them from my left attempted to spear me with his massive spear. I grabbed my sheath and deflected his spear as I slashed him violently with my shuriko. He spun around a few times before he hit the ground. The DO Clan then surrounded me with their weapons ready. After a moment, my Shuriko began to glow with a blood red. I shifted to the right with great speed to clash against a DO member that wielded a spiked shield and a dagger. I clashed my Shuriko at him as he drew up his shield. With my blessed Shuriko, slashed right through his shield as well as his body.
Another clan member armed with a bow, began shooting me with his arrows. I turned around and slashed each arrow with my Shuriko...deflecting them away from me. A warrior with a glaive, lunged it at me with percision. It struck me in the shoulder as I tried to dodge it. I dropped down to the ground with this 3 foot glaive inserted into my shoulder. One of them tried to finish the battle while I was on the ground with his shikmir. I grabbed the glaive out of my shoulder and thrusted it into the guy's chest, as I jumped off the ground.
More of their men quickly charged at me as I slashed my sword at them, creating my technique, The Slash of Gods...ripping the three men apart. I quickly jumped in the air as high as I could and threw 2 daggers at two seperate warriors. They side stepped away and spewed fire balls from their hands at me, while I was in the air. I caught one of the fireballs with my powers as I dodged the other. With the fire bellowing from my hand, I re-launched it back at one of the men. He quickly fell to the ground as more fireballs were passing my position. There were still 17 DO clan members left after 10 minutes of engagement. These guys were good...Extremely good. I was already suffering from my wound to my shoulder as I tried to keep my composure.
The leader than revealed himself requesting for myself to join their clan. I glared at him with my expressions telling him the answer. He then ordered two of his bowman to end the battle. I stood ready with my Shuriko between men and the bowman. Out of no where, the tips of their arrows lit on fire. I tumbled to the right at the same time they fired their arrows. In the middle of my tumble...I managed to snare one of the arrows in mid air and threw one at the soldier to my right. The arrow struck him right in his throat as he stumbled to the ground. Right after I was struck in the left hand by an arrow. I then unsheathed by Shuriko at a high speed that air displaced around me. This in affect knocked everyone on the ground. I then proceeded to kill them on the ground. Eight of them were slained by one swing of my blade.
I regathered my composure once a again as 6 clan members were left. I bearly had anything left. Then and only then my Insanity of War took over as I disappeared to the men's eye with God-like speed as I assassinated 4 more with none of them seeing me. The leader and his right hand man was left. I grabbed a short blade that was next to my foot as I wielded it in my off hand. The lieutenant unleashed his magic at me as I run towards him. Right when he unleased his massive bone spirit attack, I closed my distance enough to wear I slashed him with both my Shuriko and the short blade.
Once I hit the ground, from my attack...I looked over my left shoulder to see the leader of DO about to launch a lightning attack no more than a few feet away from my head. Right then 3 wolves came and attacked the leader. The leader leaped back away from these wolves and struck them down. I got back up and saw a massive grizzly bear behind the would be leader. Once he realized something was behind him, Daniel ordered the grizzly to take him out. The grizzly clamped down on the leader's throat and killed him. I attempted to maintain my balance after several injuries I had to thank Daniel for his rescue.
He then gazed at the battle where Acid Reign, Carloseus, and their men dominated in the battle of thousands. He requested to join in the battle as a few more warriors followed behind him. I gave him permission to engage with the men he had gathered, a total of 4, to help with the battle. I stood aside as I concentrated on healing with a few potions i had. Soon after, the battle was over. Although the fortress was considered to be unoperational, it was a victory for SICK. We gathered all caches and guards of the fortress, Lycander's Guard and proceeded back to Lord Silver's Citadel. On the way, I made sure to congradulate Daniel for his quest of recruitment, Commander Carloseus and Acid Reign for their victory, and the men under them for their hard work. After a few days of walking, we made way to the Citadel.
Fury : he went to slay the incoming hordes of demons.
I : who went with him ?
Fury : does he need someone ?
Thasador : i am travelling to find capable and mighty soldiers for the ASSASSINS .
I : for recruiting , ha ? Thanks for helping me.
Thasador : what are you doing here ?
I : I've come here to seek Darkjay as he is fighting one against three thousand.
Thasador : I will come with you , you may need my help.
I : No , you continue your recruiting i'll do my work .
As i reached the top of the hill a great mighty blade stopped in front of my eyes and when i turned back i saw Darkjay standing.
I : *wondering* Wherever my eyes went either in one side they could see only sand or if i looked back there were only the slain corpses.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface