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"Tyrael, I must go..."
The solemn wizard stared at the Archangel of Wisdom with no emotion whatsoever. She was still except for the occasion where she would recast her ice armor. (Despite being raised in Caldeum, without it she felt extremely hot.)
"You belong down there. I understand that. But what will you do?"
"I will settle down in Bastion's Keep, only after I finish my business..."
The question only got a stern look from the wizard. She knew that Tyrael would predict her next move.
"Adria must pay..." the wizard answered cooly.
"Do you know where she will go?" Tyrael asked.
An awkward silence filled the room. Tyrael did not know what she thought. He didn't know that the prophecy was fake. He didn't know that she was using him.
"No." The Ice Mage answered quickly.
"Well, I hope you find solace in her death. I will see you down there..." The Archangel replied, slightly puzzled.
A great white light engulfed both the Ice Mage and the Archangel of Wisdom. They appeared at the watchtower of the great keep.
"You too Tyrael..."
As Tyrael disappeared, Xasha, the Ice Mage could hardly contain her laughter. Little did Tyrael know that his closest ally would be his downfall...
Edited by Battleforge#1721 on 7/10/2012 6:00 AM PDT
The voice was loud and strong. Xasha immediately knew who it was.
"Thank the gods you came back! While you were gone, I realized that..."
"Please Kormac. Don't say something you'll regret later." The wizard immediately interrupted.
A disappointed look flashed across the Templars face. "I- I thought that our adventure would have..."
Again the wizard interrupted "You know I only had feelings for one man. Go chase after Eirena instead."
The templar angrily turns his back and marches into the armory, where he decides to sulk...
"That Templar gets on my nerves. But his information is vital. I can't kill him... Yet."
Xasha was "suprised" in Bastions Keep. Already used to celebration, Xasha is not phased by the cheers and congratulations that she is given. She instead focuses her mind on carefully and systematically deciding on who should be eliminated.
"Xasha! Congratulations, my friend!"
"Captain Hale! How good to see you!" Xasha quickly lied.
"Congratulations on your victory! You are a true hero!"
As Hale walks off to get some mead, Xasha thinks some more on her new endeavors. But her mind drifts off to Hale. She thinks for a while about the uses he could have.
A sharp pain consumes her thoughts like the way Ghom consumes possible food. Xasha instinctively rubs her shoulder. A barbed stinger found its way in there in the battle for the Sin Heart.
"It's nothing" Xasha reassures herself as Captain Hale returns with the mead.
"Whats nothing?" Hale asks politely.
"Just a cut I have. Nothing serious. Say, have I ever told you about the time I created an oasis in the middle of my dorm in Caldeum?"
"No. It seems like an odd story. Tell me it."
"Let's go someplace private."
Hale and Xasha disappear into her room. There she mutters a hibernation spell and Hale collapses. She gives him a blanket and shoves him inside a barrel, which she hides in a small attic in her room.
Xasha laughs at her "joke", and decides to do the same...
Edited by Battleforge#1721 on 7/10/2012 5:51 AM PDT
Xasha slipped off unnoticed the next night. She didn't want any company for the next thing she was to do, was to be done in private.
She walked towards Arreat, carrying a pack with her. Xasha knew that she needed to meditate, and conserve her energy, for her next task would require all of her's.
Xasha decides shelter is her first priority and stops when she comes across a small fort atop a snow covered hill.
The door is missing, and it probably was the origin of the wood fragments buried in the snow. Xasha strolls inside.
The ominous ruins hint that a battle occurred. Blood stains cover the stone and splatter the walls. Large holes in the roof cause piles of snow to litter the floor.
Weapons of both human and demonic origin are scattered around the room. And three altars are centered at the largest room at the summit of ruined fort. Two of the altars are destroyed beyond repair and the third glows softly.
In the center of the triangle is a small orb, covered in snow.
Xasha cautiously picks it up. She places it her pack, gazing the room for any resistance. Finding no threat, she searches for a room still intact.
She finds an abandoned kennel. The stench of the dead hellhounds choke Xasha. Despite the odor it provides shelter. At least no one would dare go in here. She sits down and closes her eyes.
After meditating for a while, Xasha realized she's not alone. She hears breathing from behind a crate.
She sends an icy comet down at the roof, crumbling it. A scream of pain rings throughout the ruins as a young boy crawls from the rubble.
"Xasha, I thought you were..."
But he couldn't say anymore. He saw the axe fly across the room.
Removing the axe from the boys skull. Xasha decides that she will quicken her journey, to prevent someone from following her.
She teleports to the heart of the crater. Azmodans lifeless corpse still lays there. A thick layer of frost covers it, and frozen blood covers the ground.
Xasha decides to cast the spell immediately, even though she may lack the energy.
Xasha opens her pack and takes out a small figure. It stares blankly at her.
She cautiously mutters a spell and it grows back into its original form, a man. She calls forth another spell. A slight glow appears around the man, as he returns back to life.
Zoltun Kulle rises from the ground.
"My adopted child..."
End of Chapter 1.
Edited by Battleforge#1721 on 7/10/2012 1:20 PM PDT
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