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by Charis "G'day milord! How may I serve you?!" It would take more than a smile from Gillian to turn away the sourness of the day. For over a month now, the Gothmog Lord Vegimajesto had been ready to assume leadership of his country, and yet, there was one thing he lacked. "Vegimatic" as his friends called him, had unfairly received criticism for being a rogue slayer - it was utter nonsense of course, but in the heat of battle sometimes his Hasted blade did not stop to see what is was slicing. Vegimatic indeed... Anyway, it was decreed that he prove his chivalry with a very simple quest - to escort a virtuous damsel to the seat of Diablo's power in the nightmare realm - and yet... none could he find. Many female adventurers came to Tristam, but the crop recently... Barbarians with deep-seated gender issues, certain Amazons who would as soon be roasted alive over a spit than to let a man "help" them achieve a goal, and girls too young and weak to even enter a hellish dungeon of normal difficulty. Was his reign not meant to be?! At Ogden's he soon found himself eyeing a creature of unsurpassed beauty. An audible gasp escaped his throat. She was of a dark-complexion, not unlike his own, for which he had too oft heard the query "What?! You?? A Goth?!" She wore a simple cloak, and yet it was so evident, there was much much more beneath the surface. His heart froze when he saw her actually coming up to him. Smooth words of introduction fled his mind and he barely could stammer out hello. The dark abode of Diablo was not, for once, what was on his mind, and yet a blessed day this would be for him. She told an unnerving tail of deceit and horror, how her parents were kidnapped, and taken down to be slaves to one called Go-Rash. Aaarggg!!! The Knight-who-is-no-Knight! The very name filled Vegi's heart with anger - how much more so when he saw the fear in this poor waif's eyes. Today, would Vegimatic find a chance not only to earn the right to be king, but mayhaps... just mayhaps, the hand of a most beautiful maiden. Quickly they descended to Hell. Knowing her frailty, Vegimatic kept in front of her, and paved the way. Her bow fire was accurate, which surprised him, but he kept focused on the monsters. In very short order, Lazarus was again defeated, and they descended. Literally waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs was Sir Gorash. Vegi could barely contain himself, but Zanaste the ever-lovely said she must take him down alone. It must have been strong hatred that filled her heart, for this naive waif somehow managed not only to defeat Gorash, but to become more invigorated and stronger in the process. Lord Vegimagesto was truly impressed. He turned for but an instant to face a half dozen advocates, and Zanaste was gone. Next thing he heard the tumultuous and evil shreik of Bloodlust in the lair of Diablo. Vegi was profoundly confused - why was Bloodlust the evil Spawn of Hell, down on the level of Diablo? Why was she fighting him now, and how did she win? What happened to poor Zanaste and her parents??! He arrived in the chambers just in time to see Diablo in mid-death-throes, yet Blood Lust had escaped. Having answered duty's call, CharisVegimagesto "VegiMatic", was inaugurated on the Goth Mage throne. Yet one of the top advisors of the land did not make an appearance, claiming something exceedingly foul had come to their nation. The slice-and-dice Goth, now King, was confused... in more ways than one. Who would have answers?! He would have to go see Drasca, the Dread Judge Gothmog. Charis  Part I, Zantaste Closes in on the Throne
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