Lordt, The Diablo Chronicles. “Learn Your Bestiary”

Another day another dungeon.

Well, this time it was more of a fortified bunker.

A guard captain yelled at us to get our asses out on the battlefield as the defences were being overrun. In the distance my companion and I could see horde after horde of strange creatures massing into one hideous army. Some of them seemed to be fighting amongst themselves, which proved amusing, but as the captain yelled at us again we decided that we had best start moving.

As we ventured forth something caught my eye.

I elbowed my companion and thumbed off to the left. “Look, a fortified bunker”.

I saw a flicker across his eyes as if he were weighing up the choice between continuing onto the battlefields into the mayhem to help save the realm from utter destruction or take a short detour into the relatively safe environment of the fortified bunker whilst those outside got slaughtered.

The choice was a no-brainer

“lewt” I whispered into his ear to seal the deal.

Seconds later we were inside.

“Phew” I dusted off my cloak and took a look around. What a dump.

“Chances of quality gear in here are slim…” I uttered with disdain. My companion had recently acquired some choice items and I was long overdue an upgrade.

“We’ll find you something” he replied, clapping me on the shoulder. The sage monk always had a way of calming me down. In this incidence though, he failed and I shot disintegration beams indiscriminately around the interior of the bunker leaving no bench un-splintered and no chair un-broken. Barrels sundered and crude beds turned to sawdust under my gaze.

“Fell better?” my companion said in disbelief. “I hope they didn’t want to use this place later…”

“Let’s move”, I said, pressing on.

Deeper into the bunker the room opened out and it was not long before my companion sensed trouble round the next corner.

What presented itself was a large group of skeletons intent on adding us to their ranks. What happened next was a lesson from my companion as the skeleton horde broke into pieces in a cacophony of moans.

“Class dismissed” said the monk.

Moments later a huge meteorite tore through the ceiling and pounded into he ground directly in front of him. “JESUS”

I cleared my throat.

As we moved on I left no chest unopened and no button undone as I quite literally stole the shirt of a dead adventurer. I’d been in need of some good toilet paper for some time, and since the most recent chest was devoid of anything other than utter tat, I decided to relieve myself forthwith and close the lid, not even bothering to seal it.

By now I had lost sight of my companion as he had continued no up the hallway. I didn’t particularly like getting split up in unknown territory, but on this occasion my trepidation was instantly forgotten.

“Treasure Goblin!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. That little git…

It moved fast as its sack disappeared round the corner…But not as fast as my companion. A trained monk his feet moved quicker than mine and he was back down the hallway and round the corner before I’d even re-tied my bootlaces.

I heard a momentary kerfuffle followed by a harrowing scream before the half dissolved corpse of my companion plastered against the wall beside me. I look up from my boots just in time to see a splatter of acid run down the wall as well.

“Um…”

Standing up I experienced a moment of confusion before I realised that what I had thought to be a treasure goblin actually had indeed been a different, malicious kind of goblin full of acid. It had exploded on impact with my companion and the pair of them had bought it in a shower of acid and guts.

As I stood there counting myself lucky the wall caved in and a huge, armoured spider-like beast stood before me surrounded by a large group of assorted skeletons. The fight was on. I would mourn my friend later.

I stood, straddled, firing disintegration from the hip. Skeletons scattered and ran, but the huge beast stood firm, taking shelter in its armour-like skin.

A ghostly voice seemed to hover over the wind.

“Get me up”. I was the spirit of the monk.

Under the mass of bodies I found it hard to tell where he had fallen, and the debris from the broken wall just made things worse. If I could just get to him, not only would I have my old chum back, but I could leave him to fight the huge beast whilst I went back to town to sell up peruse the latest wares on offer.

“Where are you?” I said to no one, feeling more than a little foolish”

“You are basically wiping your arse on my cross” the ghostly voice uttered angrily. “Get me up”

I looked down as sure enough I was straddling the temporary memorial of my dead friend.

Duplicates.

The beast didn’t know who to attack and I began to work on resurrecting my friend. Mid-way through I thought to myself “Might as well” and landed another meteorite into the vicinity, destroying nearly everything.

As the dust settled and with my incantation complete, my companion stood there looking angrily at me as I picked around for coins and jewels on the floor.

He caught my eye as I moved to pick up a perfect ruby.

“Learn your bestiary”.

~Lordt

July 5, 2013 0

Lordt, The Diablo Chronicles. “Thanks”

“A resplendent chest, you say?” I muttered to my companion as I fingered the remnants of my beard.

We stood on the threshold of a dungeon, deep within the terra firma.

“There is usually one in here…” he replied.

Before he could finish his sentence I was half way down the corridor, the mere mention of a chest setting my legs into motion. I’d recently acquired some new boots which also hastened my progress due to some magical enchantment. At least I’d get there first.

Then, like so many times before it dawned on me. Somewhere beyond sight within the depths of the cavern system would almost certainly be a plethora of beasts waiting to carve me up into some form or paste and/or dine upon my man-flesh.

I came to a slow halt.

“Hmm, perhaps you should go first?” I uttered to my monk companion.

He looked sceptical. “I always open the chests first, perhaps it’s you turn?” he looked hard at me.

“You are allowing me first refusal on the chest?” he wasn’t buying it. I nodded meekly.

I saw an inward sigh as he resigned himself to the fact that we weren’t going anywhere unless he started walking, and so took the lead.

“Quite the interior decorators, wouldn’t you say?” I offered, trying to break the silence as we walked down the corridors. A small ball of flame hovered above my hand as I illuminated the immediate area. The walls were more or less decorated in intestines and faeces.

“Would you shut up?” my companion replied, eager for stealth. “With a piece of luck we can be in and out of here quicker than curry through a week olde baby”

I gulped, wondering if the decoration on the walls was indeed the result of curry through week olde baby.

As we rounded a corner I noticed a gleam of light at the end of the tunnel. Mine eyes transfixed, what I failed to notice was the trap immediately before me that my companion had deftly stepped around.

Seconds later a set of spikes smashed into he ground before me. I narrowly avoided being turned into said paste, but the damage was done; my britches now swung unnaturally with shit as they we tucked into my boots.

I had expected a berating from my companion but he said nothing, instead getting low and creeping closer to the chest that was glinting in the corner.

This annoyed me as secretly I wanted to open the chest first, and to be honest I didn’t even really care what was in it given the amount of tat we found laste time.

He stopped. This was my chance. “Now before we open…” he began to say, but it was too late. One teleport spell later and I was pulling stuff out of the resplendent chest like I was searching for a diamond in a pile of dirty socks.

Moment’s later the room was a hive of activity. We were boned.

“You fucking idiot!” I heard my companion shout. I say heard, but it would be more accurate to say I thought I heard, as I was actually in town selling up and smelting all the wares I had discovered within the chest. A pretty penny I got for them too.

Somewhere through the portal I thought I heard the ghostly echoes of my companion cursing me from a distance…

As I stuffed another few gems into my stash I considered that I should probably go and help him.

I stuck my nose through the portal and was met with a solid stone wall. “Wallers”. Great, the beasts had spell casters with them that had the ability to wall you in with magically create mounds of earth. Not such a problem for me, as I could just teleport out, but for my companion, well…

Seconds later the wall vanished and I nearly tripped over my companion as I jumped through the portal heaving a full half dozen meteorites onto the field of battle. The noise was deafening and the visuals, blinding.

“Ahaha, I’m just warming up!” I shouted to a quiet cavern.

All about lay a mass of corpses, piled high, naturally due to my own prowess. In the centre of the cavern stood a small wooden cross surrounded by a pile of loot.

I recognised the remains as that of my companion and began to work a spell to resurrect him. Seconds later he appeared, somewhat miffed.

He uttered but one word and I wasn’t not entirely sure that it was sincere.

“Thanks.”

~Lordt

June 29, 2013 0

Lordt, The Call of Duty Chronicles. “Did you just throw a…?”

Berlin.

We had come this far, we couldn’t fail now…

I had seen more bloodshed than I could ever have imagined, yet there was more to come.

As my comrade and I made our way through the destroyed streets of a once great city we kept low as the area was rife with snipers.

Fucking snipers, I thought. Always the thorn is my side.

My comrade breathed a sigh of relief as a bullet ricocheted off a wall near our position.

Not long now, the tanks were on their way. We had come this far…

As we hunkered down I drew out my hipflask and took a swig to steady my nerves. The last thing I wanted was an itchy trigger-finger with the barrel of my SVT-40 this close to my comrade’s ear-hole. Besides, it was a good excuse for a mid-afternoon piss up.

I could feel the ground tremble. I could hear the shouts in the distance; the tanks we here.

“This is it!” cried Viktor.

I closed my eyes for a moment and then we were off.

To my left my comrade was firing at the snipers with telling accuracy, the tanks causing the distraction we needed as they rounded the corner. I picked up an RPG and started on the masonry.

As the tanks progressed so did the bulk of our forces. This was it.

As we moved through Berlin I made sure I had my comrades back. Looking out for each other was the only way.

The sound was deafening as the tanks unloaded and bullets rained around us. Buildings fell, men fell.

The tide was turning and I picked up a type 100 automatic from a rigid German hand. I let rip at anything that moved.

Sometime during the next few minutes the Germans decided they had had enough. The rout was on.

Clip after clip my finger never stop depressing the trigger. Look at them run! I thought to myself as the Germans tried in vain to get the hell out of dodge.

This’ll learn em’ I thought as I finally stopped firing an unloosed the clasps on my bandoleer to remove a few choice grenades I had miraculously saved for just such an occasion.

1, 2, 3. I counted as I threw the RGD-33’s skyward.

I looked over to see how my comrade was doing; perhaps even hoping for his approval at my gratuitous and unnecessary grenade-manship when I realized his wasn’t there.

Looking around it was then that I noticed a lone figure about 50 feet in front of me standing on a small collection of primed RGD-33 grenades.

“Did you just throw a…?”

~ Lordt

June 22, 2013 0

Lordt – I Heart Golden Axe

I have no friends as I’ve accidentally hacked them all to pieces whilst trying to cleave meat and pot from the heaving sacks of many blue and green midgets.

I eat too much red meat for my own good and I spend all my spare time at the quarry lifting rocks to keep in shape, even though I can make them spew forth from the ground like confetti on a whim.

I enjoying prancing around in blue trunks and I scream like a girl when someone hits me.

I can run like Linford Christie, jump like I’m on the moon and the only thing that scares me is that I may one day run out of oil.

My name is Ax Battler. And I use a sword.

I HEART GOLDEN AXE.

~Lordt

June 17, 2013 0

Lordt, The Splinter Cell Chronicles. “Shhhh”

I had taken my time to check that the coast was clear. I went high, my partner low.

We were ghosts.

I had my night vision goggles on, but it was difficult to see due to the rain. Still, it was better than nothing.

The mission was simple, we had to find and capture an enemy dictator so that he could be brought to justice. The application, however, was a little more complicated.

The building we were to infiltrate was little more than a nightclub with residence above, but it had many windows and dozens of eyes. Our intelligence told us that our man could be located on the top floor and that the men inside would be packing heat.

Stealth was out only hope; In and out, no noise, no mess.

And that’s when the fun began.

As I mentioned before, my partner went low and I could just make out his form against the blackness of the night as he scaled a small fence. I had gone high to scope the joint and then planned on connecting back up with him again once my surveillance was complete.

As I reached the top of the block opposite the club my eyes fixed on the windows to ascertain any movement and perhaps even point of entry. I moved slowly, but surely until I came to a stop.

It was then I shat.

I could hear a variety of alarms and shouting coming from the building.

Struggling to figure out what had alerted the guards my first thought was to immediately blame my partner, who must have bungled into a trap.

It turns out I was wrong as an angry voice through my earpiece informed me that I had come to rest in front of a neon sign in full view of the street and building opposite.

My bad.

Thoughts ran through my mind as I imagined the menacing silhouette I must have offered, rifle on my back, balaclava over my head. There was no doubt they were on to us by now.

I expected gunfire, but the enemy sat tight, presumably brisling with adrenaline as they watched me.

I had to get off the building, and quickly.

As I descended I misplaced a foot and fell into a stack of wooden crates, bringing more attention to my whereabouts. I panicked and ran straight for my partner and scampered over the fence.

He looked horrified as I joined back up with him and whispered. “If you have any grenades on you I’m leaving now”.

“I didn’t bring any” I lied.

We approached the door to the club and listened. All was quiet, but they had to know we were out here. As my partner readied a small surveillance optic I removed my goggles and kicked in the door, sub machine gun at the ready.

Nothing.

I looked down at my partner who crouched in disbelief, optic positioned where the bottom on the door once was. He sighed, putting away the optic and we entered with caution.

Ground level; The bar.

“Now careful” my partner suggested. This irritated me. I’m always careful.

As I casually strode through the bar I realised that my partner was on all fours.

Oops.

I looked around, finished a shot that was hastily left on the counter and crouched down with him, hoping he hadn’t noticed. He never mentioned.

We reached another door and my partner took the lead. He cracked it open and found a guard inside. I took it upon myself to switch the light off and in seconds the guard lay unconscious on the floor. I turned the light back on to see my partner dusting off his hands. I nodded and fired a round into the guard’s chest before moving up the staircase.

“Jesus” is all that came through my earpiece.

Next on the menu were two jokers that thought it was a good idea to try and spot us on the surveillance cameras. They were so engrossed that my partner and I were half way down the corridor before even of them hit the floor.

Slick.

Top floor and we expected trouble. My partners slipped the optic under the door. Our mark was inside along with two guards. There also seemed to be a back exit which we had no time to double back and secure. We were going to have to be quick, but also careful as we needed our mark alive. No exactly my specialty.

Feeling confident, I whispered to my partner “I’ve got this”.

“You take the guard on the right, I’ll get the left, then we’ve got the bastard” he replied, pulling out his silenced pistol.

I nodded and pulled out my sub machine gun. All I got was a roll of the eyes in response.

I suppose at this point my greatest concern was pumping our mark and perhaps even my partner full of lead. As it turned out, none of this came to fruition as I booted the door open and stitched a dotted line of bullets around my guard.

I won’t doubt that the man I shot at had filled his pants, but it made no difference as before I could reload a new clip my partner had stabbed him in the throat with his knife.

There was a moment and then we realised our mark had bailed out the back door.

Shit.

The race was on and my odds were on the grenade I had just produced.

Sadly, I had to rethink my strategy as my partner was already down the staircase after the mark.

Shortly after the fading footsteps down the stairwell stopped and I heard a gargled choke followed by my partner’s unmistakable baritone. “Shhhh” echoed up the stairwell.

I looked around and noticed a wells stocked liquor cabinet.

“Might as well” I said, helping myself.

Job done.

~ Lordt

June 16, 2013 0

Lordt, The Diablo Chronicles. “Reaching for the Door”

I write these words only by the grace of a good healer.

I had made my way into he deep depths of a dungeon with an assassin companion of mine. She was strong, brave, and dependable; all the qualities I consider a hindrance.

We were in search of a Horadric artefact, by the guidance of olde man Cain. The daft sod must have lost his marbles for if there was a Horadric artefact down this deep in the shit, I’d be damned.

Still, we ventured on as my companion said she had a hunch. As a spell user myself I merely let her lead the way whilst I counted the coins in my purse until the next batch of skeletons presented themselves. It was a fairly repetitive jaunt and I suppose I could have got a little more involved, but I really couldn’t be bothered. Besides, I didn’t want to mess up my hair, or my codpiece.

As we progressed through the deeper levels of the dungeon I found myself drawing upon mixed emotions. We found more lewt, but also more creatures of the night. I began to get unnerved as my companion took a few deep wounds and I had to weave a few spells to back her up.

After the next group of enemies had been dispatched she stopped abruptly and held up a hand.

We could hear a good deal of shuffling and scratching from the next room.

“Behind that door” she whispered, “Dozens”.

I concluded that they must be guarding the treasure and that if we wanted it, we’d have to open that door.

My companion was in the middle of saying something bout backing her up when I blew the door off its rusted hinges with a fireball.

I shoved her hard in the back into the room as I stood in the doorway hosing the area indiscriminately with chain lightning. Gods, there were a lot of creatures, clawing, rending…shrieking.

My companion then hurled herself forwards, confident that between her skill and my spells we could best the horde and unveil the treasure.

I suppose that sometime during the party she lost track of what I was doing as I had teleported into the next room and emptied the collection of chests within. I could still hear the carnage going on down the corridor as I crammed gems and coins into every pocket and fold of my robes. If I’d had easy access to my anus, I probably would have stuffed a few up there too.

Minutes later I was laden, carrying more weapons that I could ever hope to master and more lewt than I could conceivably spend in the next town. I decided it was time to open a portal and get back to town.

I spared a thought for my companion. She’d be fine…

Just then the door burst open and enemies piled into the room I had just emptied.

Shit.

I had just completed my town portal spell when I heard a harrowing scream from down the hallway. My companion had bought it.

But I was panicking now.

Sack on my back, I looked over my shoulder, ready to step through he portal when I was reamed from all angles by the horde.

Back in town I awoke at the healers. Beside me sat my companion. She did not look happy. “Where were you?”

“I was there, I was backing you up. I was overwhelmed”, I offered sincerely. She seemed to calm. I’d gotten away with it. All I needed to do was regain the loot that I had dropped back down there.

After a surprisingly revitalising potion the pair of us ran pell-mell back down into he dungeon where we retraced our steps and it was then that my number was up. There for all to see was my skeletal remains, sack still in hand, reaching for an open portal.

I cleared my throat as my companion stared at me in disbelief. Reaching down I picked up the sack of lewt, throwing it back over my shoulder.

Calmly, yet self-consciously I stepped through the portal.

~ Lordt

June 11, 2013 0

Lordt, The Call of Duty Chronicles. “Changin’ Mag”

I remember it like it was yesterday.

We suited up. Ghillies on, weaponry packed high and tight.

Rounding the first container I pumped a sentry full of lead. Then we hit the deck.

We were ghosts.

I looked at my watch. 45 minutes had passed since Alpha caught the tell-tale glint of a scope; A rookie error. Now we were aware.

A further 15 minutes passed. I moved off to try and draw some fire. It was all Alpha needed.

1 down.

We moved on until a similar situation occurred. Alpha took care of it.

Now we approached an olde building, most likely rife with targets. A pair of stood sentries outside. This had to be slick; silent and smooth as they say.

A thought occurred. I wanted a full mag in case things went bad. Alpha came to the same conclusion. It was a tough call as Alpha was close enough that the act might expose him. I had a bit of distance. But it didn’t matter as long as we were quiet…

Alpha nodded to me. “Changing mag” he whispered.

Then I think I must have had a stroke as before I knew it I bellowed at the top of my lungs. “CHANGIN’ MAAAAG!”

Seconds later Alpha was riddled by the sentries and I’d gone loud, hosing the area with the heavy machine gun that I had been told to leave behind.

I shouldn’t have needed them for this particular mission, but I happened to have a couple of flash bangs with me. I added these to the mix and got over to Alpha quick smart to administer adrenaline.

I not sure what was worse; the fact that he was dead or the fact that I found the whole situation highly comical.

Taking my time I mopped up before fading back into the foliage.

~ Lordt

June 11, 2013 0

Lordt, The Ultima Online Chronicles. “Wedding Guests”

I remember some years back I was invited to a wedding at the royal palace in NuJel’m.

I say invited, but I suppose turning up uninvited would probably be more apt.

I was flipping coins outside the bank in Britain when I caught wind of a wedding and indeed a grande banquet that was to be held to celebrate the wedlock of two unfortunate souls later on that day. Not being one to waste time I immediately devised a plan with two companions of mine to attend said wedding and leave with our bellies full of free food and ale.

To save time, a magician friend of ours agreed to open a portal near the palace for a small fee. We had decided that if we got there early we could perhaps get in some pre-drinks and really make the most of it.

As it turned out the wedding was a much bigger deal than we had anticipated and the palace was already teaming.

A pair of guards at the front doors seemed unmoving and the three of us didn’t fancy trying our luck against them.

But that wasn’t where the story ended.

Back to the drawing board we realized that at some point during proceedings the guests would be sitting down to feast, and that the food would not simply arrive by itself.

Bowling round the corner we entered a local tailor shop and purchased some cut price chefs attire.

Next on the menu was a quick trip to the local tavern to buy a couple of pies and some hot stew. We then carried this back to the palace and were welcomed in by the guards with open arms. So lame.

We were in.

What the guards didn’t realize, however is that beneath our aprons we were bristling with weaponry and a few flasks of deadly poison.

You see, at some point during the morning I had decided that as well as getting a free meal, we might as well slaughter all of the guests as well as the bride and groom at their own wedding.

Our method?

Poison.

The wedding began, vows we said and rings exchanged. How pleasant.

It was a somewhat, happy affair, and the three of us raised a glass to the coming misery.

Downstairs in the kitchens we helped the other 2 chefs prepare the meals and then bring them up to the tables. Only, when I say we helped the chefs I mean we murdered them with cloak and dagger.

Cheerily, we brought up the platters of piping hot food for the guests to admire and salivate over. We piled the food high. We also pumped it with poison.

As the final dish was served we withdrew to the kitchens and waited to hear the death rattles.

Oh I can hear it now, such a cacophony of woe. “Why? Why!? On our wedding day?”

The groom had died as I had poisoned his champagne, the bride looked on as her guests vomited blood around her.

That is to say, not everyone had been poisoned, but to allay suspicion we redressed into our finery and made our way upstairs shouting about how we had caught the perpetrators in the kitchens below red handed and had dealt with them forthwith.

During the chaos nobody thought to question us. We just looked like part of the entourage.

As the guards left their posts at the main doors to run to the kitchens we took it upon ourselves to loot as many of the half dead guests as we could until the bride called us up on it.

The remaining guests posed little threat to our steel as they were unarmed for the ceremony and we made light work of them on our way to the exit.

In a moment of pitiful compassion I decided not to butcher the bride, but she stood aghast as I removed the ring from the dead groom as a memento of the occasion. Flipping it into the air and catching it I gave her a wink and blew her a kiss.

The three of us had trouble running with our pockets stuffed with all the fine jewelry we lifted from the guests. I had even swiped a spare pair of fine boots off of olde coot. But the fact that we were slowed down didn’t matter. By the times the guards returned we were long gone.

“To my dearest Jacob, forever yours, Miranda”.

~ Lordt

June 10, 2013 0

Lordt, The Borderlands Chronicles. “Backup? What backup?”

So I’m not saying that lewt is everything, I’m just saying it is a big part of any normal day. And days spent in Pandora are no exception.

Ah, who am I kidding, lewt IS the most important thing, and following a close second I suppose you could say grenades…

It was just another day in Pandora and an elite few of us decided to go down into the desert and take care o’ bidniz. I guess you could say for the first few hours the skags kept us busy, but with the meagre offerings to be had off their corpses is wasn’t long before we moved on in search of something more rewarding.

As we caned it round the valleys in our Outrunners something caught my eye. It was some sort of Crimson Lance fortification, more or less a giant bridge spanning the valley. It appeared heavily guarded, but I knew the three of us could take them if we played our cards right. Outnumbered, it would take careful tactics, sharp shooting and looking out for one another. It would also take patience, as surprise was probably going to be our best ally here, given to the fact that the Lance would easily spot a motley lot of vault hunters speeding down the valley towards them.

After a brief discussion it was decided that we would dumped the Outrunners and my companions, one a soldier, another a siren, would move into position either side of the valley and slowly work their way forwards to get as close as possible, whilst I played my role as the sniper and picked off key individuals from range to get the party started. The aim was to have at least 3 of the guards headless before my companions became exposed, therefore allowing them to “spring into action” and mop up at close range.

As I looked down the sights of my rifle and mulled this plan over, one thing stood out. A chest.

Then it clicked. As I watched my companions slowly make their way down the valley it dawned on me that I was such a long way away that by the time I arrived to the party the other two would have mopped up the lewt. Disaster.

This was not good, and not happening.

I did what I had to do and fired a round into the air and ran full tilt down the center of the valley towards the bridge, instantly exposing myself and my companions to the enemy and I think partially causing my soldier companion to soil himself as he couldn’t phase like the siren.

Bullets and rockets rained down and the plan had gone to pot.

“Need some backup!” I hear my soldier companion shout. I fired off a few more rounds randomly as I ran under the guise of “being back and sniping”. Any anger at me starting the party early was deferred for now as we were under pressure to survive. I’d smooth things over later.

BOOM.

I’d thrown a few courtesy grenades up into the air to give them impression that the enemy were serious. I then threw a few more and heard my siren companion complain that she had just been showered in shrapnel and that her shield was depleted.

I fired off a final round, they would expect me to be moving in by now. I drew out my magnum and emptied my bandolier of any further grenades.

As explosions rained all around I snuck off to the side of the valley and up the steel staircase of the bridgework. On the way I found a few more grenades and added them to the mix, tossing them off the bridge into whatever was down there; by now a few guards and my companions.

A guard on the bridge. I had to melee him so as not to draw attention. Fortunatly he was focused on massacring my companions and died quickly as I pommeled him in nutsack and chucked him off the balcony.

Sprinting across the expanse I saw the chest I had spied through the scope not so long ago. As I listened to the carnage going on down below I admired the burgundy colour, the clasp and the mechanism as the chest revealed its treasure at my whim.

A wide array of fine guns were proffered up on the steel stray before me. Half of them I didn’t need. I sure there were a few SMGs and maybe an assault rifle or two. I looked over the bridge at my companions bringing the battle to a close and admired their skill. I then looked back at the chest a pocket the lot, mods and all.

Carefully I crept back down the ladder and along the side of the valley just in time as I helped them finish off any stragglers. I ran over to offer pats on the back, wipe sweat from brows and mop up all the bullets and grenades before anyone else got a chance.

As my companions climbed the ladder to gain access to the bridge, I didn’t bother.

I was already in the shop.

~Lordt

June 9, 2013 0

Lordt, the Diablo Chronicles. “Rubies, so many rubies”

Diablo III has many interesting attributes that the previous 2 offerings do not. One interesting feature is that of personal loot. That is “Your loot is your own”. Theoretically this solves all arguments and lends to better team and overall game play.

Of course this is completely wrong as you will soon find out within minutes of logging int into the game and scooping up as much stuff as you can into your sack. Coupled with the fact that you always want what someone else has found and the addition of an online marketplace for just such goods, well, let the hording begin.

I for one see no problem is cramming as many gems as possible into the stash so that the lid won’t close, even if I can’t use them.

Why would I want to share those?

~ Lordt