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Diablo Fan Fiction

The world of Diablo, from Heaven to Sanctuary to Hell, has a rich background story and many interesting characters, but there's plenty of room for more tales. Some fans take elements from the game and create amazing visual fan artwork, and others enrich the story and community with subplots that will have you speeding through each page to find out what happens next. We hope to share the best of the community's fan stories here with all casual players and enthusiasts alike.

Diablo II: Bloody Hellfire

Author: The Phrenologikal Cat

Description

An admittedly useless hero, a quest to save the world, and all of those caught up in the games of Fate.

Act 1: Raven

False dawn broke the sky like a pebble would a pound. It sent ripples reaching to all corners of the surface, a golden torch smothering the stars and engulfing the moon. In the light of this false dawn, darkness retreated and the cool night fog faded away at its own slow pace. West-march stirred as one, beginning with the cautious dawn predators, and then as true daylight cast her anxious fingers over the land, the larger predators came out of hiding.

In the Rogue Encampment, rogues exchanged shifts, the night watch retreating thankfully into the sleeping tent, the day watch positioning themselves at scattered locations throughout the encampment, with a noticeably heavier number of rogues positioned by the bridge that linked the Rogue Encampment to the Blood Moor. Cows stirred from their slumber, lowing loudly, wishing to be milked. Chickens pecked at the grass and dirt of the camp, investigating things they had already investigated, too stupid to realize their repetition.

A figure sat hunched by the dying fire, a woolen cloaked wrapped tightly about him. He ran a whetstone along the blade of his scimitar, slowly and deliberately, the grating noise causing a stir in the rogues. By his side lounged a large wolf, his coat a faded dun and his body sporting a number of scars, including a fresh pink wound upon his muzzle. Curled up beside him was his bitch, a purer-toned creature that, although lacked the heavier build of her mate, was quite ferocious in her own right. At the moment, neither of them looked particularly nasty, however.

A particularly plump raven was sitting upon a scarred wooden chest, her head twitching with the slightest of movement. Although scavenger by nature, ravens would eagerly switch to predator, if presented with the right prey. Although it would take a sharp eye to spot it, there was an entire unkindness of the carrion birds scattered throughout the camp, all of them carefully watching the rogues and the moor. 

To be continued...

 BEGIN READING DIABLO II:  BLOODY  HELLFIRE /  FINISH ACT1  :  RAVEN

Bowslingers

Author:  Ophelion

Description

A legend of a journey through the eyes of a young mercenary Rogue, with an Amazon, and a few others on the way.

Prologue

Rogue. For as long as I can remember, that was my identity. A group of women - warriors, members of the Sisters of the Sightless Eye. Our mastery of theft, traps and the bow defines our place in the Sanctuary.

When Diablo rose a few years ago, many of my Rogue sisters went to battle. I was too young, and could only watch on, as one by one, they went; and one by one, they perished. Until one day, when Diablo was defeated. A Rogue, a Warrior and a Sorcerer were the heroes that saved out world, bring it back to life, revived it from its chaotic state. The Sanctuary rejoiced in its rebirth, celebrating the end of chaos and corruption.

If only they were right.

The three heroes disappeared out of sight after a short period of time; and accompanying their disappearance was the reappearance of chaos - rumor had it, that Diablo was revived, along with his brothers, Mephisto and Baal. The Warrior whom had used his body as a limiting device for Diablo's power was not strong enough, and he was overtaken. The other two heroes have also fallen. Apparently there was an insane mage in the deserts claiming to have defeated Diablo, and is now corrupted.

And our fellow Rogue sister, according to Kashya, our Mercenary Captain, has fallen as the dead-raising Blood Raven, using the bodies of our dead sisters as her weapons, corrupting our Sisterhood.

The Sisterhood had retreated into a small encampment on a plain, powerless against the present powers of Diablo and his brothers. There were many travelers passing our way, heading towards the goal of defeating the three Prime Evils. The best we could do to help was to aid them as mercenaries.

BEGIN READING THE BOWSLINGERS / CHAPTER 1: NEWCOMER

Footsteps of Glory

Author: Emmelyn Cindy Mah

Description

A druid of carefree spirit. A greatly inexperienced sorceress. What becomes reality when the two travel the Sanctuary in search of freedom?

Prologue  - The Nonchalant Druid

Twilight came gently upon the grassy plains surrounding the rogue encampment, bringing with it the rolling, chilly mist of the mountains. Beneath the calm, silent serenity—the facade, it was near impossible to comprehend the true depth of the troubles plaguing the land.

He sat upon a log just outside the gates of the encampment, appearing completely at leisure as he whistled nonchalantly to himself. A long, crooked staff lay on the ground at his feet, adorned with a single emerald headpiece. Yet further along the log lay a pack; within which numerous glass bottles of crimson and navy were visible to the wary eye.

Several long moments passed in which he sat in silence, merely content, as it were, to gaze out into the vastness of the grassy moor. He whistled softly to himself, an old tune all but forgotten save for few of his kinsmen.

“What news have you this day?” The voice that spoke was brisk; he had a vague idea that he recognized its owner.

He made no motion to turn to her, though he leaned back just a touch, stretching his arms wide. “Nothing.”

His lack of interest seemed to irritate the other, who promptly made to stand before him. Even as she bore down upon him, her icy-teal orbs flashing with unspoken annoyance, he smiled—brightly. “My rogue scouts are falling every day, and yet here you remain. Complacent.” She hissed. “Do you care at all?”

He blinked placidly as he gazed at her for a moment or two, eyes mirroring mild surprise. “You have a really short temper, Kashya. Charsi warned me of it—guess I should have listened to her.”

The one called Kashya narrowed her eyes. She opened her mouth, no doubt a retort ready, but he held up a hand to silence her.

“I shan’t attempt to satisfy your demand for news. But if I may, I will address the other complaints of me.” He continued. “Obviously, I have decided to aid your sisterhood in this battle against the darkness. Have I not single-handedly cleared the den of evil last week? Do you deny me a simple moment’s peace?”

She glared at him.

“Good. I believe we are understood, then.” He smiled, stretching easily once more.

Throwing one last withering look of disdain towards him, the revered captain of the rogue scouts turned on her heels, making to stride back into the encampment in which her, and her order, had made their home.

Truth be told, he rather sorry for her, and her sisterhood. Driven from their ancestral home by the forces of darkness had been tragedy enough; even then, after they had set up camp far from their home, the darkness had persued, and many of their sisters had since fallen to the demons of hell. When he’d first arrived at the encampment, they had been wary; suspicious. He did not blame them, for they had reason a-plenty for being so.

And yet, in the face of misfortune, the rogues held their tongues, refusing to complain and refusing to submit to their fear and despair. In fact, he’d always gotten the impression that the rogues rather hated being pitied, for all of their pride.

To be continued...

BEGIN READING THE FOOTSTEPS OF GLORY / CHAPTER 1: WITHIN THE BURIAL GROUNDS

A Single Candle

Author: Talyn

Description

All the darkness in the world cannot put out the light of a single candle. Mortals stand and fight against all odds, and champions will rise. This is either the story of mankind's finest hour or the the story of its last.

Prologue: Welcome outlander, to our glorious hovel...

“Sister, what news from the outside world?”

The exhausted rogue took a long drink from her water-skin. Pulling her hair away from her eyes, she looked up at her captain from the fallen log she was using as a seat. “Kashya, our outpost at the bridge is holding, but Flavie has recalled all patrols from the Cold Plains. There are just too many of the monsters out there – too many of our corrupted sisters. So many of us are dying out in the wilderness…”

Kashya knelt beside the young archer, her armored hand clasping the rogue’s glove. “Take courage, Amalia. The battle is not over yet. We still hold this side of the river – the Blood Moor still lies between us and the monsters.”

“Kashya, that’s what I came to tell you! Flavie and her teams are being attacked from both sides now. Somehow, the demons have gotten across the river – the Blood Moor is overrun!”

If Amalia had looked up, she would have seen a flicker of fear in her captain’s eyes – by the time she looked Kashya in the face however, the older woman had mastered herself, and merely looked grave. Amalia continued her story breathlessly. “The road between the bridge the outpost… do you know that outcropping of rocks by the old shrine?”

“Yes,” Kashya said slowly.

“When Melisse and I passed it, we noticed a tunnel at the base of the rocks, and there were Fallen all about. Melisse thought that perhaps the demons were coming at us from underground, so after we scattered the demons guarding the entrance, she went down to scout it out. I wanted to go with her, but she told me to come straight here in case… in case something happened to her…” The young warrior looked at her leader with terrified eyes, pleading for direction. “I didn’t want to leave her, Kashya!”

“Hush now, child,” Kashya said gently. “Melisse was right to do what she did, and it was a noble thing to risk herself. Besides, no need to give up hope – she’s tough. It will take more than some Fallen to stop her.”

I’ll have to step up patrols on this side of the river, now. And we’re all so exhausted… I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up.

To be continued...

BEGIN READING A SINGLE CANDLE / WELL MET: NOBLE PALADIN

Bob and Chippy's Excellent Adventure

Author: Mike the Great

Sub-Category: Comedy 

Description

Disclaimer: We do not own Diablo 2, the Men in Black, any Nintendo character that appears in this story, or Microsoft. We do not own Froot Loops cereal either. If you want to talk to us meet us in the middle of Lake Erie without a boat.

Act I

It all started in the Rogue Encampment. The rogues had been driven out of the respective Monastery. The forces of hell had been dwelling in this monastery for quite some time and I was the hero that was to release the rogue’s from the demon’s grip.

Of course I didn’t know all of that. I was walking around the forest one day when I saw a smoke rising in the east. Little did I know what I was getting into.

“That must me a forest fire. I need to put it out,” I though to myself. That was me. I always thought of the forest before myself. That is because my life revolves around the forest and all the animals (especially the squirrel) in the forest. My squirrel friend Chippy and I decided to put out the fire. I dashed over but it was dark and soon I ran into these huge vertically stacked logs.

“Wow, I never saw that before,” I said to Chippy.

Chippy looked at me and squeaked, “What is this? It is from the spawns of evil I tell you. Yes it is. I swear. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes it is. I, I, I, know it is.”

“ Chippy did you take your medication this morning?”

“Noooooooo...,”

“Well you should try to remember. I don’t like it very much when you shake and have seizures. Anyway, lets go check ths fire out.”

We walked until the end of the wall where we reached a gap in the wall. I rushed forward and banged my head off another wall. Then we went trough another gap into the center of a village.

This village was newly constructed it seemed because none of the druids seemed to know about it. Mostly everything that goes on in the forest us druid know about.

I started conversing with the locals. There were many merchants around the town. Akara, Gheed, Warriv, and my favorite Charsi. I was shopping at Charsi’s shop one day. She was personalizing a sword for me and instead of putting my name on it she wrote “Love You, Charsi.”

“What the?” I said. I was really angry at her for messing with my sword.

“What is wrong with it? There is nothing wrong with it. It is a perfect example of love. I love you and there is nothing wrong with that,” Charsi said.

“My sword is my sword. You’re supposed to personalize it in my name not yours.”

“But it’s with love.”

“Well good bye now,” I said. I left in a hurry. I grabbed my sword and dashed off. I walked over to Akara.

“I do not trust you. You must complete my quest in order to obtain my trust. There is a place that is just outside this place and it is called the Den of Evil. It is filled with bad things that go boo. You must kill them until they are dead. Then return to me for some special treatment,” said Akara.

To be continued...

 BEGIN READING THE COMEDIC BOB AND CHIPPY'S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE / ACT II

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