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"You don't have to do this, Kulle!" the Wizard shouted, pointing her staff at the rogue Horadrim. "How about you let him go and we have a nice, relaxing chat down at the station."
"That's not happening, Wizard. The Black Soulstone and I are leaving together, and without the law behind us," Kulle replied, placing the tip of his staff to the Demon Hunter's head.
"Take the shot, Marmy! Kulle doesn't have the stones to fire that thing!"
"You're not helping, Bones," the Wizard snapped. "Tell me one thing, Kulle! When did you decide to betray us?"
"Are you serious?" he asked, wide-eyed. "Is she serious?" he asked again, this time looking down at his captive. "I've been openly scheming, telling you both stories of my treachery against the Horadrim .. I even just randomly appeared to cackle sometimes. How did you not see this coming?"
The Wizard quirked a brow.
"He's got a point," the Demon Hunter said, making a poor attempt at hiding a wink. "Maybe if you weren't so hell bent on shattering every single pot we saw, you might've noticed."
"That's just rude," the Wizard replied, winking back. "You always have to be like this."
"I can see you both winking!" Zoltun interrupted. "Nephalem, enough! Here's what's going to -"
"No, you listen here, Marmy. This is Wortham all over again. Crazy cultist gets the jump on me because you're too busy ransacking a book shelf."
"What about you? Always 'murdered parents this, murdered parents that'. I get it, your parents were murdered. You know who else has murdered parents in Westmarch? Like, everybody, get over it."
"Oh, real mature," the Demon Hunter responded. "Hey, Kulle. If you let me go, I'll kill her myself. I'm tired of this crap."
"Do you take me for a fool?" Zoltun asked, shifting his gaze to his captive. "The second I let you go, she'll, argh!" he cried out as a scintilla of burning light struck him in the chest. The rogue Horadrim crumbled, falling to the ground.
"It won't even take that long, Kulle," the Wizard replied, conjuring a length of rope in her free hand. "You okay, Bones?"
"I'm fine, just my pride hurt. Damn it, letting a piece of Horadric scum like Kulle get the jump on me. I'm getting too old for this shit," the Demon Hunter complained as he rose to his feet.
"You can complain later, we've got a Prime Evil to take down." She tossed her partner the rope. "Bind him, I'll teleport him to the station and we can get back to Caldeum."
"Heh, I'm not going anywhere, Wizard," Zoltun sputtered, clutching something bright to his chest. "I'll see you both in hell."
"Give it up, Kulle, it's over!" Bones muttered, holding up the rope.
"Bones!" the Wizard shouted. "Run, he's going to detonate himself!"
"Like hell he is!" the Demon Hunter snarled, quickly throwing down the rope. In half a second, his crossbow was out and primed, loosing a bolt at Kulle's head. The rogue Horadrim's hands fell from his chest, the deadly light within extinguished. "Grab the Soulstone, Marmy. We're done here."
The Wizard nodded, relieved. Quickly, she grabbed up the floating black crystal and set to summoning a portal to the Hidden Camp.
"I'm honestly sort of surprised that worked," the Demon Hunter mused.
"What's that?" the Wizard asked.
"Killing him. I mean, I thought for sure he'd explode, we'd have to run down the bridge, leap away from the flames, that whole thing."
"That's silly, Bones. You're a master acrobat, I can simply teleport. Moreover, the bridge isn't enclosed. There's no way the flames would've chased us. It wouldn't have made any sense."
"That's fair. Okay, back to the Camp, then off to Caldeum to nab Belial. After that? Retirement."
The Wizard made a face but nodded, and the pair stepped through the portal.
"That's not happening, Wizard. The Black Soulstone and I are leaving together, and without the law behind us," Kulle replied, placing the tip of his staff to the Demon Hunter's head.
"Take the shot, Marmy! Kulle doesn't have the stones to fire that thing!"
"You're not helping, Bones," the Wizard snapped. "Tell me one thing, Kulle! When did you decide to betray us?"
"Are you serious?" he asked, wide-eyed. "Is she serious?" he asked again, this time looking down at his captive. "I've been openly scheming, telling you both stories of my treachery against the Horadrim .. I even just randomly appeared to cackle sometimes. How did you not see this coming?"
The Wizard quirked a brow.
"He's got a point," the Demon Hunter said, making a poor attempt at hiding a wink. "Maybe if you weren't so hell bent on shattering every single pot we saw, you might've noticed."
"That's just rude," the Wizard replied, winking back. "You always have to be like this."
"I can see you both winking!" Zoltun interrupted. "Nephalem, enough! Here's what's going to -"
"No, you listen here, Marmy. This is Wortham all over again. Crazy cultist gets the jump on me because you're too busy ransacking a book shelf."
"What about you? Always 'murdered parents this, murdered parents that'. I get it, your parents were murdered. You know who else has murdered parents in Westmarch? Like, everybody, get over it."
"Oh, real mature," the Demon Hunter responded. "Hey, Kulle. If you let me go, I'll kill her myself. I'm tired of this crap."
"Do you take me for a fool?" Zoltun asked, shifting his gaze to his captive. "The second I let you go, she'll, argh!" he cried out as a scintilla of burning light struck him in the chest. The rogue Horadrim crumbled, falling to the ground.
"It won't even take that long, Kulle," the Wizard replied, conjuring a length of rope in her free hand. "You okay, Bones?"
"I'm fine, just my pride hurt. Damn it, letting a piece of Horadric scum like Kulle get the jump on me. I'm getting too old for this shit," the Demon Hunter complained as he rose to his feet.
"You can complain later, we've got a Prime Evil to take down." She tossed her partner the rope. "Bind him, I'll teleport him to the station and we can get back to Caldeum."
"Heh, I'm not going anywhere, Wizard," Zoltun sputtered, clutching something bright to his chest. "I'll see you both in hell."
"Give it up, Kulle, it's over!" Bones muttered, holding up the rope.
"Bones!" the Wizard shouted. "Run, he's going to detonate himself!"
"Like hell he is!" the Demon Hunter snarled, quickly throwing down the rope. In half a second, his crossbow was out and primed, loosing a bolt at Kulle's head. The rogue Horadrim's hands fell from his chest, the deadly light within extinguished. "Grab the Soulstone, Marmy. We're done here."
The Wizard nodded, relieved. Quickly, she grabbed up the floating black crystal and set to summoning a portal to the Hidden Camp.
"I'm honestly sort of surprised that worked," the Demon Hunter mused.
"What's that?" the Wizard asked.
"Killing him. I mean, I thought for sure he'd explode, we'd have to run down the bridge, leap away from the flames, that whole thing."
"That's silly, Bones. You're a master acrobat, I can simply teleport. Moreover, the bridge isn't enclosed. There's no way the flames would've chased us. It wouldn't have made any sense."
"That's fair. Okay, back to the Camp, then off to Caldeum to nab Belial. After that? Retirement."
The Wizard made a face but nodded, and the pair stepped through the portal.
Despite all signs pointing to Zoltun Kulle's inevitable betrayal, our heroes manage to be surprised and are forced to deal with him before they can obtain the Black Soulstone.
© 2014 - 2024 RobertAWing
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Lastly I think if you do decide you may want to work together that you might want to see some of my work before I force potential boredom on you for 5 minutes. I wanted to give you a gist of my characters. I've got A female Witch Doctor with a comical (big black woman you don't wanna mess with attitude) And she is obviously deeper than that but for the sake of comedy shorts...) Yea its cliche on earth; its new on sanctuary! A male Monk who finds the Witch doctors magics unholy but puts up with it because she could beat him up even in hand to hand. Also he was dropped on his head as a child and thinks he's a female monk, which doesn't actually change his personality all that much, he just grows really long hair and shaves his face daily (slightly schizo, approaching a second personality). Lastly My peerless Barbarian Thorr (pronounced To-RRR as in Icelandic or Spanish Rolling rr's) My few readers find the Barbarians interactions as the only sane member of his group to be the most consistently hilarious aspect of my stories. Their not professionals but neither do we write for professionals. And I'm sure no one in 2 Warriors and the BBB (big black bitch) will be upset, if for the sake of collaboration, one or even 2 of these characters has to go. Thanks for even mulling the idea over a glass of wine, or a joint Whatever gets your creative juices flowing! Your stories are great and I will continue to follow them even if my trio stays in relative obscurity, I think I'll live. 