The cold air of the Rogue Encampment was an instant relief of the heat of the Den. As Anagra looked behind him, he caught a glimpse of the Den, and saw it slowly fall apart behind him. The rest of the group were behind him, energized, while Anagra was quiet. He was one step closer to his goal, and now he hoped he earned the Rogue's trust so they could send him to Tristram.
Finally, he found what he was looking for. Anagra found the scroll that contained the arcane magic of teleportation to the nearest settlement. It was torn, ripped, but readable. Perhaps found by a fallen off of a dead body and it collected it as loot. No matter why it was there, Anagra picked it up, and read from it.
He threw is down on the ground, and it automatically vanished from sight. For the moment, it seemed like nothing had happened, and that they were to be doomed in this forsaken cave. But then, the navy blue gateway opened up, forming a swirl in the air.
Anagra tried to get get close to the flame, but the sheer heat made it unbearable. What was needed was a direct way to the Rogue Encampment. A safer way than running.
Yet there were no sorcerers in the group, and no one could freeze the flames.
"We need to teleport back to town. We can't go near the flames."
The group charged at the demon, and at once, they dug their weapons in his flesh. At once, its body roared in rage, and its fangs tried to bit whatever was near it. Yet it was too much for it. The rotten flesh that was promised redemption by Andariel if it took out the Rogue Encampment started to burn, and soon, only ash remained.
The dark aura of the cave was lifted, and light shined through the cracks. And the demonic soul, in a violent yell, disappeared.
Yet the Den was on fire. And the entrance was blocked by a roar of flame.
"We need a way out!"
They were stuck, and they fire was getting bigger and bigger, slowly closing on the group's position.
"What do you see of that zombie in the center of the area?"
Anagra didn't answer. He didn't want to. If this necromancer could not sense the demonic force of this zombie, then he could not surely be a well qualified necromancer.
The zombie had fangs on it, and it moved faster. His skeletal minions tried to attack it, but its hit was dangerous. It seemed to keep its mind as well, as the zombie did not simply move aimlessly and attack what's near it.
"Kill it... now..."
The Den was on fire, and was quickly falling apart. They needed to kill what was in here, and fast.
The main zombie had something different to it. For one, the flesh of it was older, rotten, and defiled. Yet its mouth had fangs instead of broken teeth, and it had an aura of fire to it. Its skin had a very strong defensive hide to it, and the fire around the cave did not seem to affect it, along with its zombie protectors.
Anagra's skeletons did not need an order to act. They recognized the great power of the central evil of the Den, and they went for the protecting demons. The Central Demon tried to help it, but the skeletal minions were too quick. Before their rotting brains knew what was happening, their defensive resistance was melting off, and bone swords were swung at their necks.
The potion hissed and for a moment, it felt like it was causing another burn, but the flesh on his arm seemed to start rebuilding. Strings of muscles were put back together, and his skin was returning back to normal. It was painful, but nothing as bad as before.
"Why don't you drink the rest of this? Do some of the work from the inside." she said.
He took the vial from her, and drank what was left. The potion tasted like nothing, but a sheer gelatin texture to the tongue, even though the liquid seemed lighter than air. At once, all the cuts on his body were healed, and his arm was almost back to being battle ready. He glanced at the Rogue, and then stood up.
A simple thanks was not in his vocabulary. Yet she might have saved his life. The Den was burning, and the monsters were falling like rocks. He reached in his cloak, and threw her a sash of potions, yet they not healing or energy potions. They contained battle potions: poison potions, exploding potions, fire potions, ice potions, and many more.
"This is my collection of battle potions," he said. "They are hard to make, so use them wisely."
Anagra got up, picked up his dagger, and tore off the quilted armor off the nearest fallen. He could not afford to have another close encounter to injury like that again.
Shaking, Anagra held out his arm, as the Rogue pulled out a red vial. His pain was beyond comprehension, and his skeletal minions were in desperate need of his aid. As he revealed his arm, Anagra looked at it, and was almost astonished.
The entire arm was burnt to the bone, and the harlequin burns gave it a rather odd aura. He tried to move his fingers, but failed. The shaman's fireball seemed to burn away most of the muscle, and what was left of the skin was burned ash laying on the bone.
Finding the heart of the Den would seem to be endless if they did not find a way to get there. Anagra needed a way to find the middle, where surely the main demonic soul would rest, waiting for the travelers to come. Yet the answer would be easier than Anagra thought.
Inside his belt, he pulled out an orange potion, glimmering with an essence of a flame. Brewed by the ancient sorcerers as a quick getaway, he could use this in these tight quarters, setting a flame that would frighten the cowardly fallen, and then eating away the giant beasts within.
Yet when he was about to throw it, he felt a sudden pain in his arm, causing him to drop the flame potion. Yet he did not care. In his split second of not being cautious, a shaman aimed a fireball right at him, and it caught him in the arm. The pain was immense, and what seemed like slow motion, he saw the potion fall right next to him.
The glass was made easily breakable, so that the energy within could be easily released, and the rocks below them were hard and could easily break the glass. If the potion exploded here, many would get injured, and the battle would be lost, because of him.
No....
Yet in his astonishment, it didn't break. It found a soft spot in the ground, and it rolled away from him. A sigh of relief came from Anagra, and his skeletal minions were circling him, protecting their master to buy him time to recover from the agony in his arm. He would need any type of healing, as he had the inability to move. The fallen were closing in fast, and his skeletal minions could only do so much.
The druid lost its weapon, and the beast was advancing on him. Anagra froze for a moment, and pondered.
Do it...
It was the perfect time to let the leader die, and let Anagra take over his personal quest, perhaps leading the others to his quest, and abandoning them. Yet he hesitated. For some reason, he hesitated. And, to his astonishment, he found himself ordering his minions to protect the druid. At once, the 3 skeletal minions went between the druid and beast, and Anagra was acting like he wasn't himself.
He amplified the beast, making its defensive hide melt off. Howling in rage, the beast went on a frenzy. Yet his skeletal minions dug their swords in its revealed self, killing it rather quickly. Seeing the beast fall, Anagra picked up the club on the floor.
Anagra watched as the endless hordes of demons were charging at the group. Anagra knew that the only way they could ever stand a chance is if they killed the shamans, and so he amplified the nearest fallen, and his skeletal minions were taking care of them. They would need to get into the heart of the cave in order to destroy the heart of the evil here.
Faster...
He ordered his minions to push toward the heart of the cave, where there would surely be some sort of leader. The minions, who were storming at them, were simply no match. Quantity over quality. It was surely Evil's view.
The eerie fog still remained in the den, and as Anagra walked in, he slowly noticed something wrong. The den was somewhat empty and silent. Something he did not expect at all from a cave named the "Den of Evil". The stench did not symbolize the emptiness, since the rotting flesh that hung on the wall added that peculiar smell in the air. The group remained silent.
There was one torch that hung from the ceiling, and it was only at the entrance of the Den. The rest was protruded in darkness, a silent dismay of reality. One person had to walk into that that darkness, and it seemed that the answer to the den would be awoken if someone did.
One person...
The aura of light from the torch seemed anybody's last chance. They can turn back, or they can stay, and continue on this quest. For Anagra, this question was nonexistent. There was only one choice.
Anagra stepped forward, right into the darkness of the cave.
At once, there was a loud scream, and the entire cave lit up immediately. The spirit of the cave alerted its minions, and the entire den was filled with light, revealing the terror within.
The were hordes of fallen minions, and the shamans were well protected at a hill in the cave. Zombies were roaming around aimlessly, and there even seemed to be animals the size of three men. The entire den stood silent for a moment, and the minions stared at the newcomers. Yet at once, they all got up, and stampeded toward the intruders.
The battle was slowly easing. Yet Anagra felt weak. A lot weaker than before, which came to surprise him. He looked at his dagger, and then he realized that, unfortunately, he did not have enough strength and energy to maintain his bone armor along with his skeletal minions. He valued his curse too much to abandon it, so he chose to get rid of his protective bone armor, figuring that he would aid the others from a further distance, letting his minions attack instead of he himself engaging in close combat.
Perhaps later...
With a flick of his dagger, the bone armor fell to the ground. And with that, the last of the fallen were slowly falling.
The battle was going smoothly for Anagra, mostly just obliterating the small army of mindless monsters. His newly improved army of skeletons was going well, and his new curse of amplifying damage was perfect. The bodies of weak demons were flying, and the stench of blood was in the air. Anagra, who was moving more swiftly, was now moving forward toward the leader of the red demons, a priest that practiced the art of perfect revival. It seemed natural that the real leader would get special attention. A mere death from a skeleton would not be enough.
As he approached the leader, a group of red demons noticed their leader in trouble, and reacted upon it. In an instant, he found the mindless fallen to be running toward him, eager to destroy the potential killer of their priest. In the blink of an eye, they were on Anagra, their teeth spewing blood, and their long knives ready to dig in his neck.
A skeleton minion ran to aid Anagra, quickly getting in the way of the fallen. Soon, the minions protected him, fighting off the Fallen. Anagra himself helped fight them off, using his dagger to slit their throat and use their bones to form new minions.
"No..."
In an instant, a fallen jumped on him, but perhaps of the red demon's success of actually reaching the demon may have prevented the instant of death of Anagra, but his skeletons army was distracted, and without their master, they were quickly losing their battle. Anagra grabbed the fallen off his back, and then fell down to the ground. With one swift motion, he dug his dagger in the fallen's neck, killing it.
The shaman, however, in the midst of the chaos, finally had a clear look at the master of the skeleton minions, and then, with a demonic smile, summoned a ball of fire, and aimed on right at Anagra's back.
Anagra, seeing the fireball moving toward him, was defenseless. On the ground, he swung around, instinctively covered his face, and braced for impact. Yet the act of waving the dagger, he unintentionally summoned a skeleton, a weaker one, yet one that faced the fireball. The fireball collided with the skeleton, and it got obliterated.
Stunned at his luck, Anagra had a clear look at the Shaman. He ran to it, and the shaman, who no longer had anymore fallen to protect, tried to cast another fireball. Yet Anagra caught up to him, and quickly dug his dagger into the monster's stomache. Tha shaman coughed blood for a moment, then fell forward, dead.
The chaos of fighting around him, Anagra now knew that his cloak and minions would not offer him enough protection. Seeing the obliterated bones of the skeleton he summoned gave him an idea. The bones of a skeleton can handle physical blows and resist elemental damage. They were ideal protection, and they were a satisfying answer to his problem.
With a wave, the bones flew up in the air, and surrounded him at the waste, waiting, like a minion, to protect its master.
"Perfect..."
And he went on to help his companions.
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He needed to find that man in there, and fast.
He threw is down on the ground, and it automatically vanished from sight. For the moment, it seemed like nothing had happened, and that they were to be doomed in this forsaken cave. But then, the navy blue gateway opened up, forming a swirl in the air.
"Get in..."
And he jumped in.
Anagra tried to get get close to the flame, but the sheer heat made it unbearable. What was needed was a direct way to the Rogue Encampment. A safer way than running.
Yet there were no sorcerers in the group, and no one could freeze the flames.
"We need to teleport back to town. We can't go near the flames."
The dark aura of the cave was lifted, and light shined through the cracks. And the demonic soul, in a violent yell, disappeared.
Yet the Den was on fire. And the entrance was blocked by a roar of flame.
"We need a way out!"
They were stuck, and they fire was getting bigger and bigger, slowly closing on the group's position.
Anagra didn't answer. He didn't want to. If this necromancer could not sense the demonic force of this zombie, then he could not surely be a well qualified necromancer.
The zombie had fangs on it, and it moved faster. His skeletal minions tried to attack it, but its hit was dangerous. It seemed to keep its mind as well, as the zombie did not simply move aimlessly and attack what's near it.
"Kill it... now..."
The Den was on fire, and was quickly falling apart. They needed to kill what was in here, and fast.
Anagra's skeletons did not need an order to act. They recognized the great power of the central evil of the Den, and they went for the protecting demons. The Central Demon tried to help it, but the skeletal minions were too quick. Before their rotting brains knew what was happening, their defensive resistance was melting off, and bone swords were swung at their necks.
Soon it was only the main zombie.
"Anyone care to have the finishing touch?"
"Why don't you drink the rest of this? Do some of the work from the inside." she said.
He took the vial from her, and drank what was left. The potion tasted like nothing, but a sheer gelatin texture to the tongue, even though the liquid seemed lighter than air. At once, all the cuts on his body were healed, and his arm was almost back to being battle ready. He glanced at the Rogue, and then stood up.
A simple thanks was not in his vocabulary. Yet she might have saved his life. The Den was burning, and the monsters were falling like rocks. He reached in his cloak, and threw her a sash of potions, yet they not healing or energy potions. They contained battle potions: poison potions, exploding potions, fire potions, ice potions, and many more.
"This is my collection of battle potions," he said. "They are hard to make, so use them wisely."
Anagra got up, picked up his dagger, and tore off the quilted armor off the nearest fallen. He could not afford to have another close encounter to injury like that again.
The entire arm was burnt to the bone, and the harlequin burns gave it a rather odd aura. He tried to move his fingers, but failed. The shaman's fireball seemed to burn away most of the muscle, and what was left of the skin was burned ash laying on the bone.
"Help me...." he said to the Rogue.
Anagra's arm was burned and useless. He grabbed his magical dagger with his left hand, and stood up.
"Take my potion, and throw it in the middle of the passage" Anagra said. " I am too injured to even attempt to do anything."
Now Anagra was worried. He did something he swore to never do. He put his faith into another individual.
Inside his belt, he pulled out an orange potion, glimmering with an essence of a flame. Brewed by the ancient sorcerers as a quick getaway, he could use this in these tight quarters, setting a flame that would frighten the cowardly fallen, and then eating away the giant beasts within.
Yet when he was about to throw it, he felt a sudden pain in his arm, causing him to drop the flame potion. Yet he did not care. In his split second of not being cautious, a shaman aimed a fireball right at him, and it caught him in the arm. The pain was immense, and what seemed like slow motion, he saw the potion fall right next to him.
The glass was made easily breakable, so that the energy within could be easily released, and the rocks below them were hard and could easily break the glass. If the potion exploded here, many would get injured, and the battle would be lost, because of him.
No....
Yet in his astonishment, it didn't break. It found a soft spot in the ground, and it rolled away from him. A sigh of relief came from Anagra, and his skeletal minions were circling him, protecting their master to buy him time to recover from the agony in his arm. He would need any type of healing, as he had the inability to move. The fallen were closing in fast, and his skeletal minions could only do so much.
"Someone one help me..."
Do it...
It was the perfect time to let the leader die, and let Anagra take over his personal quest, perhaps leading the others to his quest, and abandoning them. Yet he hesitated. For some reason, he hesitated. And, to his astonishment, he found himself ordering his minions to protect the druid. At once, the 3 skeletal minions went between the druid and beast, and Anagra was acting like he wasn't himself.
He amplified the beast, making its defensive hide melt off. Howling in rage, the beast went on a frenzy. Yet his skeletal minions dug their swords in its revealed self, killing it rather quickly. Seeing the beast fall, Anagra picked up the club on the floor.
"Need this?"
Faster...
He ordered his minions to push toward the heart of the cave, where there would surely be some sort of leader. The minions, who were storming at them, were simply no match. Quantity over quality. It was surely Evil's view.
And Anagra smiled.
There was one torch that hung from the ceiling, and it was only at the entrance of the Den. The rest was protruded in darkness, a silent dismay of reality. One person had to walk into that that darkness, and it seemed that the answer to the den would be awoken if someone did.
One person...
The aura of light from the torch seemed anybody's last chance. They can turn back, or they can stay, and continue on this quest. For Anagra, this question was nonexistent. There was only one choice.
Anagra stepped forward, right into the darkness of the cave.
At once, there was a loud scream, and the entire cave lit up immediately. The spirit of the cave alerted its minions, and the entire den was filled with light, revealing the terror within.
The were hordes of fallen minions, and the shamans were well protected at a hill in the cave. Zombies were roaming around aimlessly, and there even seemed to be animals the size of three men. The entire den stood silent for a moment, and the minions stared at the newcomers. Yet at once, they all got up, and stampeded toward the intruders.
"Here we go..."
Perhaps later...
With a flick of his dagger, the bone armor fell to the ground. And with that, the last of the fallen were slowly falling.
As he approached the leader, a group of red demons noticed their leader in trouble, and reacted upon it. In an instant, he found the mindless fallen to be running toward him, eager to destroy the potential killer of their priest. In the blink of an eye, they were on Anagra, their teeth spewing blood, and their long knives ready to dig in his neck.
A skeleton minion ran to aid Anagra, quickly getting in the way of the fallen. Soon, the minions protected him, fighting off the Fallen. Anagra himself helped fight them off, using his dagger to slit their throat and use their bones to form new minions.
"No..."
In an instant, a fallen jumped on him, but perhaps of the red demon's success of actually reaching the demon may have prevented the instant of death of Anagra, but his skeletons army was distracted, and without their master, they were quickly losing their battle. Anagra grabbed the fallen off his back, and then fell down to the ground. With one swift motion, he dug his dagger in the fallen's neck, killing it.
The shaman, however, in the midst of the chaos, finally had a clear look at the master of the skeleton minions, and then, with a demonic smile, summoned a ball of fire, and aimed on right at Anagra's back.
Anagra, seeing the fireball moving toward him, was defenseless. On the ground, he swung around, instinctively covered his face, and braced for impact. Yet the act of waving the dagger, he unintentionally summoned a skeleton, a weaker one, yet one that faced the fireball. The fireball collided with the skeleton, and it got obliterated.
Stunned at his luck, Anagra had a clear look at the Shaman. He ran to it, and the shaman, who no longer had anymore fallen to protect, tried to cast another fireball. Yet Anagra caught up to him, and quickly dug his dagger into the monster's stomache. Tha shaman coughed blood for a moment, then fell forward, dead.
The chaos of fighting around him, Anagra now knew that his cloak and minions would not offer him enough protection. Seeing the obliterated bones of the skeleton he summoned gave him an idea. The bones of a skeleton can handle physical blows and resist elemental damage. They were ideal protection, and they were a satisfying answer to his problem.
With a wave, the bones flew up in the air, and surrounded him at the waste, waiting, like a minion, to protect its master.
"Perfect..."
And he went on to help his companions.