Intro/Island of the Sunless Sea I
Hello, Diablo II fans (presumably.)
I’ll be using this blog to post my various fanfictions. I am, by no means, a skilled author — It’s not even my dream job. However, writing them is an enjoyable way for me to spend my free time, and I’m definitely open to improvement, through critique. I also write fancfictions for the mod, Median XL. This mod goes far more in-depth to the mythos of the game, and will be the source of many of these fanfics as well. If you haven’t tried it…
Median XL – Diablo 2 Mods by Brother Laz
It’s a great mod. Far more balanced and fun than classic Diablo II.
Well, I’ve not much more to say.
For you non-Median readers out there, some background — This written from the point of view from an assassin, using the flower skills — These are quick, powerful novas of fire and poison spread through melee combat with the use of claws or glaives (Naginatas.)
The character in this is using claws and said skills. The fiction is far easier to understand should you actually play the mod, but isn’t totally necessary. I realize the writing may seem extremely corny at parts, but writing from the point of view of a hack’n'slash RPG character, it’s difficult to avoid.
Here goes:
Part 1: Into the Rabbit Hole
Petal slowly crept through the icy caverns, her frigid breath condensing onto the heated edge of her blade. Suddenly, a glimmer of light danced in her peripheral vision. Petal’s head quickly snapped to the left, and she smiled. Next to some forgotten adventurer’s charred skeleton lay a runed shield he’d obviously attempted to defend his last moments with. She crept over to investigate it, and laughed with a tinge of schadenfreude as she read the inscription: “Mallo the Invulnerable.” She allowed herself a moment, and then calmly reached towards the shield, slowly. Still sadistically smirking, Petal mused, “His loss is my –”
Unable to finish her sentence, as she grasped the shield she was catapulted into a hellish landscape of flames, screaming and chaos. Otherworldly dæmons laughed sadistically as she fell through the portal headfirst, and image after image of other dimensions soared across her eyes. Worlds full of psionic beings, infested humans, and strangest of all — A world of enormous, evil humans who laughed and smiled as they controlled helpless adventurers like her, leading them to their deaths with the flick of a finger. She snapped her eyes shut, unable to take any more of these visions. Something hard struck her head, and her consciousness fell into black.
The unwary assassin came to seconds later, as her eyes slowly cracked open. She gazed straight up, into the endless sky — “Sky?” she thought, a confused expression passing across her visage. “Wasn’t I in a cave…?” She glanced down, and to the left and right of her patch of ice. Murky, gray waters, as far as her honed eyes could see, surrounded her on all but one side. Here the deadened crystals of ice gathered into a pathway, and she saw the outline of an enormous island, shrouded in sinister, magical fog. She slowly rose to her feet, and glanced skyward, towards the endless gloom reflecting the sunless sea.
Suddenly, something burst from the gloom. A dæmonic bat hovered in front of her, wings flapping slowly. Its fur was a translucent, cloudy yellow, and its eyes were made of the same crystal which composed the ground below her. It gave off a grotesque odor, of an alien nature, one Petal could not determine. The evil creature swooped up, and dove down towards her face, claws and fangs extended. Petal ducked, and swung a single claw upwards, releasing a shower of small glass orbs, each containing a few drops of lethal caustic poison. The gash rippled across the left wing of the bat, and the spheres exploded within it, dooming the creature to a torturous death. It slowly floated to the ground, and gave it’s dying breath into the frozen waste.
The corpse was unfinished, however. Slowly, but surely, it disintegrated into an ebony pile of ashes, unassuming and plain. However, they slowly began to glow with a bluish light, and soon they rose and formed an apparition of what appeared to be a mage’s silhouette. The mage was an ugly thing, wearing a mask over the top half of his visage and scarred, wrinkled skin on the lower half, pockmarked with various ailments and moles. It cackled maniacally, pointed a crooked finger in her direction, and cried, “Your curiosity will be the death of you!”
Petal swiped at the figure with a single claw, and the ashes flew away into the waters, to be carried away into eternity. Suddenly, what remained of the bat’s broken skeleton burst into wave after wave of powerful force, sending Petal skittering across the ice into the unknown.
