Here you go with the next part of the lovely assassin's story. She doesn't want to reveal her name and for those of you wondering she has no connection what-so-ever with the assassin in Seven Silly Saviors.
In this story Blood Raven may act a little differently than you might have imagined. So I expanded on my imagination. You can't sue me because I already told you that I do not own Diablo 2, I think.
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Blood Raven? Now that was an interesting quest. Then again, fighting corrupted rogues are always interesting. I ran into a bunch of them on my way to her hang out in the graveyard. At first I was hesitant to kill them. But that was only for a millisecond. When something is trying to kill you, you don't really need to hesitate to kill them, because you might end up . . . dead, sort of. Besides I liked to kill stuff. Yet they seemed so human in their own twisted living dead way.
I walked into the graveyard and was immediately met by some zombies. They died quite easily (as zombies always do). Then I was shot by an arrow. It was Blood Raven and she was nothing quite like I expected.
The arrow bounced harmlessly off my leather armor.
"Good thing this cow had thick skin." I muttered stroking my precious leather armor.
Another arrow landed at my feet. I looked over and 30 feet away a woman was standing smiling evilly at me. I walked over to her and she stood there stiff as a statue with her bow aimed and ready to shoot another arrow. "Glad I got your attention, adventurer." She said in an evil voice that echoed throughout the graveyard.
I stood in front of her, eyeing her. She had the whole red and evil look going, with the grey skin and the black lipstick and eyeshadow.
"Are you Blood Raven?" I finally asked after a stare-down contest with her.
"Who wants to know?" She answered staring at me suspiciously, I think.
"I do." I answered simply, not knowing what else to say.
"Have you come to join my army?" She said pointing to some zombies which had gathered around us while we had been having our little staring contest. That little trickster had summoned her friends! They were simply standing there so I wasn't exactly worried.
"If I gotta look like that . . ." I said motioning to the clueless zombies. "I don't think I'd want to join your army! I don't really think the whole walking rotting corpse thing is for me."
"Then why are you here?" She asked though I suspect she already knew the answer. I suspected so because her eyes began to glow a dark red color. Very creepy.
"I've come to kill you!" I said trying to intimidate her by waving my Katar around. "By orders of Kashya." I added.
She looked at me in surprise when I said that. "How is she?" Blood Raven asked almost emotionally.
"Well . . ." I began. "She stands around all day like she's got a bad case of hemorrhoids or something, with her arms always crossed and her face always scrunched up with that contorted look . . ."
"Same old Kashya . . ." Blood Raven interrupted me almost smiling. Then her look changed into the same contorted look I had seen on Kashya, except with the fierce living appearance. They looked almost the same for a second. I guess it wasn't hard to believe that they were once friends, though I really didn't care. I had a job to do . . .
"Are you sure you will not join my army?" She asked with an evil smile. I nodded looking at her strangely waving my Katar around again. She ignored my Katar and added, "Not willingly anyway." And she zoomed quickly away and the zombies moved in on me.
I quickly took them out, giving them kicks of fire. They fell in flame and moved no more. Blood Raven was weaving in and out of tombstones sending arrows my way. And let me tell you, she had bad aim. I did get hit a couple times, but most of the arrows flew harmlessly past me or bounced off my leather armor.
I found out that she never stepped out of the graveyard perimeters so I was safe there. I quickly yanked out an arrow which had hit my leg and took one of those magical health potions. They can taste better than water you know.
I went back into the graveyard to assassinate this annoying corrupted Rogue. I noticed she had risen a couple more zombies in my absence. She laughed in her evil way as I made my entrance. I ran after her ready for a fight, ignoring the zombies (who were slow anyway). But she had unnatural running abilities so I could never catch her. She turned around a couple times to shoot those badly aimed arrows at me but I didn't get hit again. Then a plan formed in my head and I pulled out some throwing daggers.
"Join my army of the dead!" She yelled.
I followed her getting tired but still keeping close behind her as she began weaving in and out of tombstones and graves. When she turned around again I quickly threw a dagger at her. It lodged in her side and she screamed the most unnatural demonic scream I had ever heard on my adventure so far. Then she recovered and ran to the far end of the graveyard quickly.
"Stay still!" I yelled in frustration. Flying arrows and laughter were her only replies.
I easily took out some more zombies and held onto my throwing knives. "Nice little birdie." I said slowly creeping up to her. "Join my army." She said feircely and shot more arrows at me, but they bounced harmlessly off my chest. I quickly threw some more knives and she stumbled, wounded by my rusty knives I had just picked up in the wilderness. I walked over to her while she was still stunned and karate chopped her with all my might. She screamed again and jumped up and ran away again. But this time she was slower. Now I ran after her using all my energy. Let me tell you, Blood Raven was the one who taught me the usefulness of throwing knives.
Finally I had her cornered against the fence. She looked at me fearfully for a second, then said in a monotone voice, "Join my army of the dead."
'Poor injured little birdie.' I thought to myself. I better end her pain. I quickly flashed my Katar before her eyes and slit her throat. She looked at me evilly again and then the red light in her eyes went dim and she fell over dead. A bright light rose out of her body and descended to the heavens.
I rummaged through the graves half mindedly. I grabbed whatever money I could find and whatever else might be useful to me later.
At the camp I walked triumphantly over to Kashya. "I killed your friend, Blood Raven." I announced. A sad flash of emotion passed through her face for a second. Then it contorted as Kashya tried to look calm but surely some sort of storm was raging inside her.
"How is she?" Kashya asked gruffly.
"She wanted me to join her little army of dead zombies. When I said no she tried to kill me . . ."
"Same old Blood Raven." Kashya said wiping a tear from her eye. I looked on in confusion. These Rogues have weird feelings.
Kashya said a long speech but I wasn't listening much until I heard her say ". . . free Rogue mercenary."
My ears perked up as a young girlish rogue walked out and stood beside Kashya. She looked at me nervously smiling shyly.
"Adventurer this is Fiona. Fiona this is your new leader." Kashya who didn't know my name because I didn't tell anybody on this adventure spoke as if she was talking to a young child. Which couldn't have been far from the truth because the young mercenary didn't look much older than 15.
"Follow her, obey her, and die for her." Kashya was saying in a harsh tone to this young Rogue.
I was about to complain when Kashya looked over at me and said, "If you want another Rogue other than this one you have to pay for them."
So she gave me the baby of the Rogue mercenaries. She was thankful for me killing her little friend but not that thankful. At first I was a little annoyed at having a mercenary follow me everywhere. She followed me every time I went out of the camp. Everywhere I wandered inside the camp and even when I went to the bathroom, she was there!
I didn't have the heart to send her away because she acted like a helpless little lamb. But on our adventures she proved to be a useful adversary because though she looked weak and helpless, her bow and arrow skills were a lot better than Blood Ravens. That's for sure.
But we had our adventures. There were many more quests after that. And many more lands to travel too. My next quest was to rescue that old Fogie known as Deckerd Cain. But that is another story and I am tired of talking now. Let me rest by this here fire and rest my bones and mind for a bit you know. Then I will relive my glory days. Until then give your comments accordingly.
If you want to here more just sit by this fire and I will tell you when I am ready.
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There is another chapter well done. I'm surprised not many people reviewed my other story, "It was more than just a game." It was a hit at first. Guess you haven't seen it yet. But review this story then review that story. Did I please you?
In this story Blood Raven may act a little differently than you might have imagined. So I expanded on my imagination. You can't sue me because I already told you that I do not own Diablo 2, I think.
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Blood Raven? Now that was an interesting quest. Then again, fighting corrupted rogues are always interesting. I ran into a bunch of them on my way to her hang out in the graveyard. At first I was hesitant to kill them. But that was only for a millisecond. When something is trying to kill you, you don't really need to hesitate to kill them, because you might end up . . . dead, sort of. Besides I liked to kill stuff. Yet they seemed so human in their own twisted living dead way.
I walked into the graveyard and was immediately met by some zombies. They died quite easily (as zombies always do). Then I was shot by an arrow. It was Blood Raven and she was nothing quite like I expected.
The arrow bounced harmlessly off my leather armor.
"Good thing this cow had thick skin." I muttered stroking my precious leather armor.
Another arrow landed at my feet. I looked over and 30 feet away a woman was standing smiling evilly at me. I walked over to her and she stood there stiff as a statue with her bow aimed and ready to shoot another arrow. "Glad I got your attention, adventurer." She said in an evil voice that echoed throughout the graveyard.
I stood in front of her, eyeing her. She had the whole red and evil look going, with the grey skin and the black lipstick and eyeshadow.
"Are you Blood Raven?" I finally asked after a stare-down contest with her.
"Who wants to know?" She answered staring at me suspiciously, I think.
"I do." I answered simply, not knowing what else to say.
"Have you come to join my army?" She said pointing to some zombies which had gathered around us while we had been having our little staring contest. That little trickster had summoned her friends! They were simply standing there so I wasn't exactly worried.
"If I gotta look like that . . ." I said motioning to the clueless zombies. "I don't think I'd want to join your army! I don't really think the whole walking rotting corpse thing is for me."
"Then why are you here?" She asked though I suspect she already knew the answer. I suspected so because her eyes began to glow a dark red color. Very creepy.
"I've come to kill you!" I said trying to intimidate her by waving my Katar around. "By orders of Kashya." I added.
She looked at me in surprise when I said that. "How is she?" Blood Raven asked almost emotionally.
"Well . . ." I began. "She stands around all day like she's got a bad case of hemorrhoids or something, with her arms always crossed and her face always scrunched up with that contorted look . . ."
"Same old Kashya . . ." Blood Raven interrupted me almost smiling. Then her look changed into the same contorted look I had seen on Kashya, except with the fierce living appearance. They looked almost the same for a second. I guess it wasn't hard to believe that they were once friends, though I really didn't care. I had a job to do . . .
"Are you sure you will not join my army?" She asked with an evil smile. I nodded looking at her strangely waving my Katar around again. She ignored my Katar and added, "Not willingly anyway." And she zoomed quickly away and the zombies moved in on me.
I quickly took them out, giving them kicks of fire. They fell in flame and moved no more. Blood Raven was weaving in and out of tombstones sending arrows my way. And let me tell you, she had bad aim. I did get hit a couple times, but most of the arrows flew harmlessly past me or bounced off my leather armor.
I found out that she never stepped out of the graveyard perimeters so I was safe there. I quickly yanked out an arrow which had hit my leg and took one of those magical health potions. They can taste better than water you know.
I went back into the graveyard to assassinate this annoying corrupted Rogue. I noticed she had risen a couple more zombies in my absence. She laughed in her evil way as I made my entrance. I ran after her ready for a fight, ignoring the zombies (who were slow anyway). But she had unnatural running abilities so I could never catch her. She turned around a couple times to shoot those badly aimed arrows at me but I didn't get hit again. Then a plan formed in my head and I pulled out some throwing daggers.
"Join my army of the dead!" She yelled.
I followed her getting tired but still keeping close behind her as she began weaving in and out of tombstones and graves. When she turned around again I quickly threw a dagger at her. It lodged in her side and she screamed the most unnatural demonic scream I had ever heard on my adventure so far. Then she recovered and ran to the far end of the graveyard quickly.
"Stay still!" I yelled in frustration. Flying arrows and laughter were her only replies.
I easily took out some more zombies and held onto my throwing knives. "Nice little birdie." I said slowly creeping up to her. "Join my army." She said feircely and shot more arrows at me, but they bounced harmlessly off my chest. I quickly threw some more knives and she stumbled, wounded by my rusty knives I had just picked up in the wilderness. I walked over to her while she was still stunned and karate chopped her with all my might. She screamed again and jumped up and ran away again. But this time she was slower. Now I ran after her using all my energy. Let me tell you, Blood Raven was the one who taught me the usefulness of throwing knives.
Finally I had her cornered against the fence. She looked at me fearfully for a second, then said in a monotone voice, "Join my army of the dead."
'Poor injured little birdie.' I thought to myself. I better end her pain. I quickly flashed my Katar before her eyes and slit her throat. She looked at me evilly again and then the red light in her eyes went dim and she fell over dead. A bright light rose out of her body and descended to the heavens.
I rummaged through the graves half mindedly. I grabbed whatever money I could find and whatever else might be useful to me later.
At the camp I walked triumphantly over to Kashya. "I killed your friend, Blood Raven." I announced. A sad flash of emotion passed through her face for a second. Then it contorted as Kashya tried to look calm but surely some sort of storm was raging inside her.
"How is she?" Kashya asked gruffly.
"She wanted me to join her little army of dead zombies. When I said no she tried to kill me . . ."
"Same old Blood Raven." Kashya said wiping a tear from her eye. I looked on in confusion. These Rogues have weird feelings.
Kashya said a long speech but I wasn't listening much until I heard her say ". . . free Rogue mercenary."
My ears perked up as a young girlish rogue walked out and stood beside Kashya. She looked at me nervously smiling shyly.
"Adventurer this is Fiona. Fiona this is your new leader." Kashya who didn't know my name because I didn't tell anybody on this adventure spoke as if she was talking to a young child. Which couldn't have been far from the truth because the young mercenary didn't look much older than 15.
"Follow her, obey her, and die for her." Kashya was saying in a harsh tone to this young Rogue.
I was about to complain when Kashya looked over at me and said, "If you want another Rogue other than this one you have to pay for them."
So she gave me the baby of the Rogue mercenaries. She was thankful for me killing her little friend but not that thankful. At first I was a little annoyed at having a mercenary follow me everywhere. She followed me every time I went out of the camp. Everywhere I wandered inside the camp and even when I went to the bathroom, she was there!
I didn't have the heart to send her away because she acted like a helpless little lamb. But on our adventures she proved to be a useful adversary because though she looked weak and helpless, her bow and arrow skills were a lot better than Blood Ravens. That's for sure.
But we had our adventures. There were many more quests after that. And many more lands to travel too. My next quest was to rescue that old Fogie known as Deckerd Cain. But that is another story and I am tired of talking now. Let me rest by this here fire and rest my bones and mind for a bit you know. Then I will relive my glory days. Until then give your comments accordingly.
If you want to here more just sit by this fire and I will tell you when I am ready.
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There is another chapter well done. I'm surprised not many people reviewed my other story, "It was more than just a game." It was a hit at first. Guess you haven't seen it yet. But review this story then review that story. Did I please you?