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Thursday, February 28, 2008

Diablo III
Old Writings I Found

I discovered this ancient bit of writing on one of my flash drives. It was a proposal for the story line of Diablo III. To my knowledge they didn’t use anything from it and I wrote it in my spare time, so you can consider it fan fiction (as it likely would be if I were a fan of the Diablo series). This first bit is just a story arc, if anyone is interested I can show you the storypath/gameplay document that I wrote after I got some feedback on this. Who knows if any of this stuff remains in what they’re working on or if they’re still working on the franchise at all…

Diablo III Story Pass 1

The Order took hold quickly after Diablo had fallen and few could believe the wonders that were created in their name. They created vast cities from monster-infested wastelands and soon you could see massive white towers reaching towards the bright sun in every portion of the world. The Order grew deep roots within the communities of our people, and soon there was not a single facet of life that could not be traced back to their awe inspiring ability to bring peace, prosperity and swift justice.

It was this justice that first opened the door to Pandora’s box of secrets. Now that the world had lost its only villain, there was nothing left to stir the realm; no heroes to rise against a mighty foe, no monsters to slay. Only old abandoned tombs and dusty desolate plains remained that held any secrets, though even their secrets were revealed to the Order. The Order had declared all such secrets their own property; with knowledge comes power, and if power were to slip from the Order’s hands, only chaos could ensue. That would never be allowed to happen.

The Order consisted of heroes from the War of Chaos. Those who had slain Diablo and his brothers had come to rule over us all. At their lead was Thanistar the Paladin, the very personage of what was good in the world; he quickly became the leader of the four. Serena the Sorceress developed laws governing the use of magic, and quickly accumulated hordes of magical items, removing them from the hands of the people who had discovered them and were deemed untrustworthy. Krulgar the Callous meted out punishments on a daily basis, his barbarous tribal background gave him natural talent in this area. Azonia of the Amazons brought her vision of justice to the table, which Thanistar appreciated for its violence towards abusers of women, and Krulgar enjoyed for the harsh penalties it required.

There were other heroes who had helped in the slaying of the prime evils, but they had left soon after the deed was finished. Kiral the Necromancer and Dagroth the Druid disappeared the moment the task was done, one to the wilds of the forest, the other to his homeland where his craft would not be looked on with fear and hatred. Ilsana the Assassin disappeared quietly in the night when Thanistar was declared the leader of the Order.

City life was a daily torment of impending fear. Many laws were created everyday, and it was the duty of every citizen to read them on the walls of the great citadels before they did anything else each morning. The penalties were never posted, but the fear of death was felt in every law that passed. The Order hung over the cities as a thinly veiled threat; each citizen felt the clutch of their iron fists. However, it was all in the name of justice and good. Any who would rise against it must be evil, and those who are evil must be destroyed. What were the citizens of such a civilization to do?

The Archangels became a more common sight in the days before the fire ignited. There was much talk of an impending uprising. Something the Archangels seemed to fear more than anything else. The last days were the most fearsome. Tyrriel himself came down to slay lawbreakers and quell uprisings with his fiery blade. That was all that was left, for every murderer had been slain, thieves had no hands with which to steal, the greedy had been struck blind so they could covet no more. However, it was death that was dealt most commonly by the Order and their Archangels. They had no tolerance for the shortcomings of men, but quickly found that our tolerance for them had all but disappeared.

It took only one month for word to reach out to the rest of the world. The fire of freedom spreads quickly when all you know is tyranny. Men and women poured forth from the cities, leaving quickly and quietly to seek out new lives far from the white towers and citadels that marked every city of the Order. This angered the Order greatly, and was seen as a great threat to the law they had worked so hard to establish. An army was called to duty, the Order declared all who had left to be traitors to their cause and claimed that we were all followers of the destroyed demon, Diablo.

We fought like the warriors spoken of in legends for many moons. The war seemed grim, but we used the darkness to our advantage and fought when they least expected battles. Our militia grew smaller by the day, but still we fought on, hoping that they might give up and leave us to our ways. It was not to be.

Kiral the Necromancer joined us when we needed him most. Though must of us feared him, he was the most reasonable man we had spoken with in ages. He believed that the chaos caused by Diablo was a necessary evil. Without destruction or terror, the Order had turned upon its own peoples’ minor troubles. Without the Order to fight, Diablo and his minions would destroy the world. Kiral seemed to understand the larger picture. He told us that we would play a large part in things to come, and that in the end we would win our former lives back. However, before that could happen, we must join with forces we once believed to be unimaginably chaotic and evil. We were confused and afraid, but Kiral’s words rung true in our hearts and it left us much to think upon.

When the Archangels joined the fray, all hope seemed lost. Fire rained down on our camps, friends were turned to dust before our very eyes. It was clear that there was no way to victory on our own. When Diablo died, something had occurred that no one had expected: A crucial piece of the world had been lost, a balance had been destroyed. Though Kiral told us that Diablo yet lived on…

A desperate plan was formed and we set out to complete it immediately. We followed the path of the heroes that now tormented our days and dreams, and those that had left us to our fate. Through the depths of hell itself we descended, but there was little to fear now. The flames had died down in their mentor’s absence, but still they burned on. The demons and monsters had long been destroyed to the very last one. Only a few historians and archaeologists remained to decipher the runes of the past. They were easily brushed aside as we raced towards our goal, knowing full well that the armies of the Order were more desperate than ever to stop us. The Archangels had been right, but it was their tyranny that pushed us to this end.

The forge of Haephestus lay undisturbed from when Thanistar had destroyed the soulstone, the final link that Diablo still held in the world. That was what everyone believed, but Kiral seemed to understand something about the basic nature of the prime evils.

“They can never be destroyed, not by man, and not by any Angel. Only the creator of all this could do so, and it would never do that.”

Kiral began to gather the fragments of soul stone strewn about the floor of the forge. Each piece shimmered with its own sickening red light, and the hair began to rise on all our necks. Kiral’s words rung true as we felt the fear grasping our hearts at the sight of the gathered soul dust. From the shadows all around us we could see something stir, or attempt to stir, but there was nothing there. Kiral pushed the last bits of the soul stone into the pile.

“From what was crushed, arise anew! Without terror, the Angels turn upon each other for fear of boredom! Without destruction, justice slays its own and is unjust! Without chaos, law lights the way to genocide! Diablo! Cow the Order and show them how petty they have become! Hear our call, rise again to show the world what it is to fear!”

Green fire burst from the Necromancer’s hands and consumed the soul dust into ash. Shadows swirled around the room and furtively gathered around us, seeking a way towards the red fire that now rose into the air. All seemed dark as the shadows filled the area leaving us in complete darkness, but then, ever so slowly, the shadows receded to the center of the room and an eerie red light poured over us. Fear struck our hearts as Diablo stepped forth with an ear-shattering roar unlike any we had ever heard before. The Lord of Terror was reborn and with him, the hope of freedom.

posted by CommanderHate at 6:26 pm  

2 Comments »

  1. Oh man, I still play D2, and I’ve been trying to get my girlfriend to play it too. One of the best all-around games.

    I always suspected Tyrael was behind the whole thing – releasing the Prime Evils, breaking the Worldstone, betraying and imprisoning Izual for figuring out his plans. He hired the heroes to kill off the Prime Evils – leaving him and his Archangel armies to conquer Earth.

    Comment by Technohazard — February 29, 2008 @ 3:08 pm

  2. Pretty interesting, so when can we see more of this, or the storypath you talked about?

    Comment by gumugum — March 5, 2008 @ 7:36 pm

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