The Morning Sun Rising

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Dinnin Darkblade

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The Morning Sun Rising

DACAR, I know we have the RP forum, but since this is only 1/2 story other 1/2 babbling about the time Squiggles and I had tonight I figured I'd just post it here. If I was wrong in doing so I'm sorry.

The morning sun rose upon the camp as if tho to herald a new beginning. The paladin looked about the camp wishing for a new weapon. The sturdy blade issued to him by the church did nothing to satisfy him. He longed for the feel of a stout bow in his hands. As he prepared to head out into the wilderness another traveller approached. This man looked quite unlike the paladin. Bones adorned his clothes and he carried a simple wand for a weapon. "A necromancer" thought the paladin. "Why a necromancer. They do not serve the light, they are the oppisiate of the light." Yet with a nod the necromancer walked out into the wilderness with the paladin at his side.

The day went by and the two took down the minions of hell one by one. The paladins aura's augmenting the necromancers dark summons. As time went on the paladin felt slightly more at ease around this dark enchanter. Wether it was because of comradery between them, or just being more at ease since he had purchased a long bow from Gheed, he wasn't sure. But he did believe he had found a fine ally in this wandering necromancer.


The above is my way of saying that I had a blast playing today with Squiggles. Between my Fanatic Ranger and Squig's Summoning Necro we were pretty well slaughtering all that came upon us. The only bad times where when hells minions decided to cast Time Stop upon us (aka Lag). Also Squiggles' computer kept knocking him off b.net. I'm just glad it only did it when we were in town for the most part. I was begining to think that it had something to do with Squig's telling me BRB. Seemed to be what caused the boots LOL.

Hope to see Squiggles on there again soon and hopefully we will get some more company next time.
 
Very nice. I hope you continue the tale when you and squiggles go at it again.
 
The Morning Sun Rising Part II

As the sun rose on a new day I ventured into the wilderness again. Believing that my comrade from the night before had ventured on further without me after I was called back by the church I readied myself to face the deamon hordes alone. Quickly though I found myself no longer alone. A young barbarian joined me in the hunt for Diablo and his minions. Though I was nervous about this young warriors in-experience quickly I saw that his fervor and valor went far to cover up this short coming. Though he bravely charged into battle over and over again the hordes quickly became to much for the young warrior to over-come. Soon he was forced to accept he was not ready to venture into the deeper wilderness and retired seeking rest at the rouge camp until he could once again venture out, after his wounds had healed.

Shortly after my necromantic companion returned. He had indeed ventured far since last we had parted ways. He now based his hunt in the desert town to the West. He took the caravan back to the rouge encampment to once more join with me and aid me in the defeat of the vile deamon Andarial. Quickly beneath my arrows and his skeletal minions the deamoness fell and onward to Lut Golain we traveled.

Once in the desert lands we traveled into the depths of the sewers and defeated a vile beast that had been tormenting the cities inhabitants and then into the desert crypts to find an ancient relic known as the Horaderic Cube. Once the cube was ours we ventured further into the desert to seek the two halves of the Horaderic staff that we needed. The tight corridors made for cramped fighting though we did our best. My dark comrade had since taken to fighting right along side his skeletal companions with a warhammer. I prayed that my aura of streangth gave him enough power to make such efforts worth the bruises and cuts he suffered worth while. Deeper into the maggot lair we ventured until we found a sand maggot the size of wich we had not seen before. It's body was so large as to prevent it from moving at all. Swiftly we moved, dropping maggots and giant insects as quickly as the light would allow us. Soon the massive beast fell beneath the clawing attacks of the skeletons as I worked my way around taking down the lessor beasts and eggs before they could hatch more vile hell spawned beasts.

After returning to town and exchanging treasures that we could each use better than the other my dark companion recieved summons from his temple. It seemed the priests of Rathma had need of thier servent else-were. And so we parted company for the time. He swore to re-join me at a later date, and I vowed I would be awaiting his return.

And so alone again I readied my new magic bow that I had claimed from the dead body of hells servents and headed out into the desert alone once again. May the Light give me streangth to survive until my comrade can return once more. And if the Light favors me, may we find more brave adventurers to join with us in the hunt for Diablo.
 
I look forward to the next installment. Will they find the short-cut to the enternal so called "council" or will they bide there time and venture forward into the forest?

Signed

Waiting with baited breath
 
Morning Sun Rising III: Back to the Rogue Camp

After my dark comrade left me I found myself alone in the desert heat. I ventured out into the wastes to do battle with the foul beasts that inhabited this desolote wasteland. Quickly I found myself overmatched and resigned myself to the fact that my skills were not yet honed enough to take on these lands.

Deciding that practice was what I needed I returned to the rogue encampment. There were still a few things that they needed taken care of and the tower of the vile countess still stood, it's treasures waiting to be discovered. So I ventured into it's depths and steeled myself against the vile rogues and carvers within. As I neared the depths of the catacombs a voice called out to me to return to the rogue camp. A new ally had come into the lands and I was to greet them the voice said. Not being one to ignore messages from the light (as I believed this to be) I huriedly disenganged with my foes and returned to the camp.

Surely as the voice had said a young woman with long blonde hair had entered into the camp. At first I thought her to be one of the rogues, but quickly I realized her accent to be different. She moved with a much more cut stride, each movement with purpose and baring. An Amazon! I suddenly realized that I stood in the presence of an Amazon.

While I have not talked of it before I should note in these journals that my parents were not known to me. I was found as an infant by a priest of Zahkarum. He told me when I was older that he had been on the mainland side of the waters that seperated the rest of Sanctuary from the Amazon Island. He believed me to be a child of the Amazons, but had no way to return me to thier Isle at the time. So he took me with him and raised me as his own. This is what he and I attributed my affinity to the bow. And now, standing in the presense of one who may well be one of my parents own people gave me a particular longing that I had not felt in years.

Quickly she and I became friends. Venturing out and into the Catacombs beneath the rogue monastary once again. It seemed that Andarial had ressurected herself from the depths of hades and had begun terrorizing the rogues once again. Andarial gave my sister of the bow and I great fits, but finally she fell under our continued assult of arrows. This battle with the Handmaiden of Anguish truely showed how much of my own in-experience my necromancers minions had masked.

After the battle while we rested in town preparing to liberate the countesses horde and then recover the malus from the barracks a voice spoke to me. "Childe of the Light" it said, "You are brave and valiant in battle, your skill with the bow is great, but you have overlooked your true calling." I was left at a loss. "What calling?" I asked the voice, once more knowing it to be the voice of the Light. "To smite the denziens of hell is the paladins way, but so too is the path of protection and healing." Suddenly I found my hands glowing. A new power had awakened in me, and I was eager to use it.

As my sister of the bow and I ventured into the countesses lair I found that my new-found power allowed me to heal her wounds and destroy the undead. While this power was new to me and I was unsure of myself at first my amazon companion encouraged me in it's use and quickly grew more accustomed to using it to keep her and her rogue companion healed.

Once we had liberated the countesses treasures my amazon friend had to leave me for the time, promising to join with me again later. As I watched her walk off into the sunset I knew we would meet again, and more powerful with the bow I would be, and a more powerful healer as well.

**OOC** OneFromBeyond met up with me, it was his amazon whom I journied with. After talking for a bit with him I decided to go Fana/Holy Bolt and do a mixed Ranger/Healer more apt for party play, since that was what I had ment for Dinnin to be from the start anyways. BTW, One and Squig, why don't you guys post your charactors names for me. I can't even remember to spell your necro's name Squig, let alone pronounce it LOL. I'll talk to you all later, hope you enjoy this installment. Two in one night... sheesh!
 
Morning Rising Part IV: Into the Den of Mephisto

As night fell I found myself once again along side my necromantic companion. We ventured out into the deserts of Lut Gohlain once again seeking the Tomb of Tal-Rasha. Through a maze of corridors in a different dimension and on into the Tomb itself we fought seeking were Baal was held captive by Tal-Rasha. As we arrived a large deamon emminating cold that was deeper than the most artic wind met us. He barred the way into the deepest chamber of the tomb. Through out the pitched battle the deamon felled my comrades skeletons as if tho they were but rag dolls, and his blows forced our retreat more than once. Finally we devised a stratagy. My more fragile companion would take the lead bringing to bear not only his army of the undead, but his own warhammer as well. I would follow behind him, healing him as quickly as I could, praying that it was enough to keep him alive. By the light, it was enough. The foul beast finally fell after it had decimated my comrades undead army leaving only him to pound on the creatures skull with his hammer.

We moved on this time into Kurast. Oh how it felt to return to the home of my youth. Yet it looked nothing like I remembered. Decimated and twisted by the Prime Evils Kurast was but a shell of its former glory. We headed out to cleanse my homeland of the evils of Diablo's minions.

First we headed into the jungles slaying the midgets that now inhabited the lands. The foul little things were like dogs nipping at our ankles. Quickly they fell from my comrades skeletons and my arrows. As time progressed we made our way from a small villiage of the foul midgets, into one of thier underground layers, and finally into the city of Kurast itself.

After we slaughtered the corrupt council of elders we moved back through the jungle gathering the pieces of Kalims Will. We then moved into Mephisto's twisted Durance. As we moved through the Durance's levels we faced foul vampires and other walking dead. Finally we arrived in Mephisto's chaimber. Mephisto and his minions from the council gave us a fit. Time and time again we were forced to rely on the powers of the Light to save us from deaths icy grasp. Finally though Mephisto fell beneath my comrades skeletal army. I am ashamed to admit it, but my arrows had little effect on the Lord of Hate. I served mostly as a meat shield when my comrade needed to retrive his possessions. Though I never gave up. Atleast my aura of conviction streangthened his skeletons.

Now I find myself in the Pandamonium Fortress staring out upon Hells landscape. One last challange awaits me. Can I venture out into Hell and find Diablo. Can I defeat the Lord of Terror?

***OOC*** I will admit now that I think Dinnin will either end up a mule, or be remade once the Lord of Terror has fallen. I have made a few errors in the early levels, and while I enjoy a challanging build, I think I spread myself to thin. I've been of little aid to my comrade as we have battled in the later stages. When this occurs I will start another story thread, perhaps with a bit more detail. That is, if there is any intereast in this here in the Classic forum.
 
Sorry Dinnin, I hope I didn't screw over your character by suggesting the Holy Bolt idea, but good games tonight, although a little late. Bowzor was the Amazon, and ShaftHealer was my Pally tonight.

*OneFromBeyond
 
No, it didn't screw me over, but I think I may have dumped to many points into holy bolt and its synergies to early. Also I think Shock with bolt would have been better, however I was wanting to do fanatic for the party friendlyness. Atleast for other weapon users. I just have to plan him out a bit better thats all.
 
After returning to the deserts of Lut Gohlain and the jungles of Kurast to aid a pair of brothers in thier journey into hell I stood looking out at the broad expanse of the wastelands. So this is Hell, I thought to myself as I gripped uneasily at my bow. Did I have what it would take to enter it's burning fields and face the horrors within? Time would tell.

My companions as I ventured into the plane of Hell comprised of a pair of siblings. One a sorceress versed in the elemental magics of electricity, the other a necromancer versed in summoning and bone slinging. I had aided in their progress from Lut Gohlain and into hell itself and had since grown comfertable with them. During our journy I found that my attacks were but a nusience to the denziens of the jungle and that my talents were best used by healing my new comrades to keep thier offensive powers going with out the need for hit and run tactics. Slowly we made our way, first to the Hell Forge, for we had decided to deal with Izual at a later date, and then on into the Chaos Sanctuary. Quickly we moved down the river of flame and into the sanctuaries main chaimber. Its inhabitents fell beneath our powers, and even I managed to bring down the undead here with my holy energies. First we took on the Grand Vizier and his ghostly squad. Quickly they fell beneath hurled bone, scorching lightning, and globes of holy energy. Next was Des Sies and his undead worrier mages. They too fell easily. Then came a challenge we almost could not overcome, the final seal. The venom lords moved so quickly that I did not even catch the name of thier leader. Several times the light saved us from sure doom, and we returned over and over again to do battle with the deamons until finally they fell.

Then Diablo appeared bellowing in rage at the violation of his inner sanctum. It seemed that he sensed the power of the Light in me for each time I came within his view he abandond all other efforts and came for me. Time and again the light rescued me tho I soon felt helpless. It was then that I realized that this bane might be a boon. I was able to keep Diablo focused on me alone allowing my comrades to attack un-inhibited. Slowly, very slowly, the Lord of Terror weakend and finally fell. We gathered our rewards, not even enough to cover the expenses of this foray, and silently headed back to the Pandimonium Fortress, intending to enjoy a much deserved rest.

**OOC** Dinnin is now level 33 *he was 27 at the time of Diablo's death* and is enjoying leveling in the cow levels. With access to fanatisism and his few levels in Blessed aim and blessed hammer he has found himself to be a jack of all trades. The fanatisism aura is a favorite of the skelemancers I often find myself paired with. While my hammer is suffecient to serve as a last ditch tool for when I start getting swarmed from all sides. His bow, now speeded and streangthed by Fanaticism is even becoming useful once agian, tho he will need to find a more powerful one soon. One thing of note, I was not exagerating in the story about Diablo's appearent hatred for my charactor. At first he ignored me, then I began healing the lightning sorceress. From that point on he made me his first and only target if I was within 1 and a half screens of him. We watched him charge from one end of the main chamber to the other were I had JUST Portaled in at. I think I died serving as a target dummy just over 100 times. Atleast I served some sort of purpose in that first fight against diablo.

With the way Dinnin is turning out I am thinking of trying to actually create a hybrid Ranger/Healer that has a mid level hammer to use in open spaces when swarmed or when line of fire with holy bolts is blocked by friendly parties. I'll take a break from posting these little stories until I finally get a firm grasp on how I am going to create this hybrid and what gear he will need.
 
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