Rhiannon and Jezter see the arrow flash into the night sky. "Looks like this is it, you ready?" Asked Rhiannon. "As ready as you seem to be" smiled Jezter. Just then they heard deafening howl. "Sounds like Tiger is getting warmed up." Jezter said amusingly. Blood Raven saw the arrow flash and heard Tiger's roar. 'The fools' she thought, 'thinking they can attack my army and me. Darthos and Shadow was talking about their strategy when Jev's arrow went up. "About time," said Shadow, "now the fun begins." With that she raced into the battle, with Darthos and his wolf pack behind smiling. As the warriors close in on Blood Raven, she begins to raise her army of the dead. Little did she know that those zombies were just meat for the warriors to feast on. Blood Raven was surprised to see that she and her army were facing seven well-armed and very determined warriors instead of the two she thought she would be. Tiger hit the dead army first, cutting his way though it as though they weren't even there. His war hammer and battle axe slashing and bashing the dead as he spun his way straight toward Raven. As Tiger was destroying on side of the army, Sir Drake and Jev were working on another side. Sir Drake had his frozen aura on and was freezing the zombies while his sword and shield, along with Jev's arrows were breaking them into little cubes of ice. At this point Blood Raven became a little concerned since no one as of yet had done such damage to her army in so little time as these three warriors. 'I'll just raise some more of the dead, after all this is a graveyard,' she thought to herself. As she started to raise the dead in another area to join the battle, they were attacked by a cold blast and fire bolts from Rhi. As the zombies died again, Jezter raised them back up as skeleton warriors to fight against Blood Raven. "Just great, more to deal with" yelled Blood Raven. So she turned once again to another part of the graveyard, bringing up more dead. But as the zombies made their way to the battle they hit some of Shadow's traps. Lighting sprang up out of the ground taking out the first wave of reinforcements. Darthos' wolves attacked the second wave as the first line fell to Shadow's traps. Darthos then summoned vines to eat the bodies of the fallen. As Blood Raven saw her last summoned dead being destroyed by a druid and an assassin, she realized that this might be the end for her. The barbarian was getting very close to her right side, the paladin and Amazon were closing in on her front, the sorceress and necromancer were coming quickly from the left and the druid and assassin were fast approaching from the back. She drew here bow and fired some fire arrows at the most immediate threat hoping to take some fight out of the barbarian. Tiger had seen her let loose an arrow of flame and leaped toward her, easily clearing the projectile. Thinking she hit him, she turned toward the sorceress and necromancer. Rhi and Jezter saw her shoot at Tiger and the both let loose their most powerful spells at the same time. "Bone!' Yells Jezter as he points toward Blood Raven. "Ice Blast!" Yelled Rhi and pointed her staff at Blood Raven. As Blood Raven turned toward the two magic users she was hit simultaneously by a blast of ice, which froze her and a bone spear, which impaled her. Stunned for a moment, she didn't see Tiger falling from the sky until he let out a yell. Looking up she saw a very upset barbarian about five feet above her with a bloody battle axe in one hand and a gore encrusted war hammer in the other. "So this is how it ends," she said. Then Tiger landed with his axe cutting her in two as his war hammer smashed her skull. There was a horrifying scream and a blast of air followed by bolts of lighting when destroyed the last of her minions as Blood Raven died. Looking around the group assessed damage, if any that they had taken. They were also looking for any treasure that might have fallen in the carnage. As she looks toward where Raven died, Rhi sees a small orb that is glowing red and blue, alternating its colors. Heading toward the orb, she bends down to pick it up... Tiger stood over the quickly disappearing remains of Blood Raven weapons still extended. "Rest in Peace Blood Raven," Drake said. Rhi smiled and looked at the orb. "Take it," Tiger offered and Rhiannon began investigating it. Darthos spoke up; "When we left your group we headed over to Stony Plains (not too far from here) and had an interesting encounter with a Dark Knight who claimed to be the Servant of Duriel." Sir Drake looked up his eyes icy. "He had this black aura around him and a few nearby. He toyed with us and sent a Large Tribe of Carvers & Beasts against us. After we defeated them he brought in more reinforcements of goat men and corrupted rouges before he left through a portal. We fought at length with them at times winning and other times not. Many Healing Potions later, we did manage to survive the suicide onslaught, mostly by keeping them from surrounding us. We limped back here to that small cabin to heal and wait for everyone else. We never quite got to the Stone Structure that was blocked at that time from us, however my Raven reported that it was odd design consisting of 5 magically shaped Pillars." Sir Drake gripped his shield so tightly that his hand was white. "It's got to be Him!" He thought to himself, "Or one of his followers." Tiger looked at Drake, "You ok buddy?" Drake took a deep breath and nodded. Darthos asked, "Since when did Paladin's turn to Darkness?" Drake sighed, "A Dark Knight such as you mentioned killed my father who was standing up to group of Knights practicing the Dark Arts within the Order when I was young. There was a Schism that resulted from those outcasts and the leader of them killed my father. Some say that it was a Dark Sorceress that turned his heart, others say his pride and lack of holding traditions sacred..." He paused then started up again. "Regardless, the Paladin's raised me after my Dad's death and I privately vowed to extinguish their Dark Order and the one that took my Father," His voice trailed off. Rhiannon walked over and put a hand gently on his shoulder. There was a silent pause in the air. "Well let's head out to the Stony Plains and investigate this Stone structure," Tiger spoke up. "If that Knight does come back, we'll be ready for him!" Everyone nodded in agreement. Darthos added, "And perhaps the stones will solve the riddle of the dream and of finding Cain..." As the group traveled the route less traveled by, they came across an enormous corpse. Sir Drake bent on one knew over the fallen to investigate it. He turned to Tiger in a state of shock; "this barbarian is your own age, and twice your size!" Darthos' eyebrow went up, 'A Child of Bul-Kathos, are you? Or a cousin of both son of Bul-Kathos and Caoi D�lra?' he thought. His doubt began to arise in his head again. He WASN'T big enough to be a barbarian. And his second thought was this: Tiger said a medicine man foretold his sister's death...a magic man of some sort...and in Barbarians, this was not allowed. As Tiger talked and started leading the group away, Shadow pulled up to Darthos, who was visibly lost in thought. "I see it in your eyes," she said. Darthos nodded. "I know you do," Shadow waited for him to continue. "My people left the barbarians in the mountains a long time ago. But as we were leaving the mountains, a couple of those who still believed in Martial skills began a quarrel. They were the lost tribes that are written in both Druid and Barbarian history. They say that they studied only one type of magic, and that it was connected completely to the martial skills used by the barbarians." "So you think his people were half-breeds? Not better barbarians and not better druids?" Darthos shook his head. "He must not be very efficient then..." Shadow said. Darthos chuckled. "I wouldn't say that just yet. I want to know what this Kul-Tarash Klan is..." "But how can he be half? My power to sense magic in him indicates that he has but only one ability...but there is one thing," Darthos looked at the assassin quizzedly, "The power is in his heart, not in his mind...I don't think he can use it. I mean, your ability to change to a wolf or a bear is located half in your mind, half in your heart, but his is completely in the heart. Not an ounce of magic in him..." the Druid nodded. "I know he can't use it. Otherwise he'd already have done so. His eagerness for blood is contagious, even to you. I mean, yeah, you were wild, but you had times of peace! After meeting him, your eyes have begun to fill with blood! It's as if you have a permanent bloodlust!" She nodded. "His form of fighting is enough to turn me on more than your wolf or bear morphs," Darthos and Shadow grinned. "But anyways, I think the power in his heart is probably what he uses for his incredible leaps and such," they both accepted this and continued on their way behind Tiger, who made a sudden stop. He picked up some dirt and sniffed at it. Darthos and Shadow went to his side. Tiger's eyes scanned the darkness, and got ready as Shadow and Darthos did the same, leaving the rest in confusion. Tiger had a remedy to this; "We're being hunted..." A slight fear grips Tiger as he surveys the clues left by the stalker. Being a barbarian, fear was not allowed, but this time his feelings were justified. "He's watching us," Tiger whispers. "Who" questions Darthos? "The one they call The Dragon. Old lore states that he was once a powerful barbarian that protected the land against any evil that arose. He was crucified by a horde of Diablo's minions and then resurrected by Diablo himself. He was then and forever under Diablo's control used to seek and destroy all those whom got in the way of his master's plans. Now, it is us whom are in the way. We must keep moving." "Everything ok, my friends," Sir Drake asks. "We've got company," Tiger points out. Sir Drake unsheathes his sword. "Not yet, my lord. It will be a few days, yet." The party continues to walk towards the Stony Field. They find a good place to stop for camp. The clan sits around the fire eating and discussing their foresight of what they will face on this mission. Sir Drake stands on the edge of the site in deep thought remembering the life he once had. He remembers his father and the strength he possessed. The stories his father told while he sat on his knee brought back that sense of security he had when he was a child. He remembers the shear horror he felt when the word that a fellow knight killed his father came into the castle. He remembers Nina, his daughter that was slain by the same man that killed his father. The same man that murdered all of his beloved family. "Why," he asks himself as a tear falls from his left eye. Just then Jen taps him on the shoulder. "Are you ok, Drake," she asks. "Yeah, I just miss my family." "Can't wait to get back home and see them, huh?" "Heh, well, something like that." They both go back and sit down next to the fire while the others are still discussing the plan for the next day. All the while a dark scout sits perched on a tree limb unnoticed. After their strategy session, the group settles down to rest before the upcoming battle. About three hours before dawn, Rhi wakes up shaking. "Oh, no" she says, "I hope that I'm wrong on this one." Jev lying beside her hears Rhi talking. "You hope your wrong about what, Rhi?" "I had a dream about an upcoming battle for us. A few of us get wounded. I couldn't tell how badly but I dreamed of four of us being injured." Rhi states. "I'm sure you're just having a nightmare, Rhi." Jev says, "Look how we fight together, watching each other's backs. I'm not saying it won't happen, but if we are careful we shouldn't have to worry." "I hope your right, Jev. Let's try and get some more sleep." Rhi replies. As Jev drifts back off to sleep, Rhi is still wide awake thinking about her dream...What she didn't tell Jev is that she saw an evil counterpart, so to speak, for each of them. Rhi realized that the group would have to face them eventually and if they don't win that battle the world would be doomed. Meanwhile, in a distance location, far, far away...The Heavy fall of boots rang in the cobblestone passageway and an armored knight walked purposefully through the hall. As he walked darkness clung to him or emitted from him coldly outward. Reaching the end, he pushed open wood door. The chamber was dark, except a few candles lit around the perimeter. "Back so soon, Darling..." A soft feminine voice asked. The Knight looked over at the Drow Elf, her skin inky black, perfectly beautiful...and deadly. She wore a light whispery material that didn't leave much of her figure left to the imagination. A blood colored and ice-cold ring wrapped themselves to different fingers on her right hand as she held out that hand politely to the Knight. "Duriel has asked that we Gather our Order and meet him for a special assignment," he said as he gently pulled her up. She snuggled close then went over to a hidden compartment in a wall. The Knight pulled off his helm, revealing a pale face, red eyes, and black hair. "Are we to be meeting now or later?" The dark assassin & sorceress turned and asked seductively. "Later of course." "As you wish Lord Ashram." Meanwhile the heroes had awakened and were venturing into the Stony Plains and just arriving at the strange stone structure. Darthos looked over the runes in the stones. "These look so familiar to me, yet..." his voice trailed off. Rhiannon spoke up, "I remembering hearing Akara mention something about some strange stones needing to be interpreted by a scroll found from Certain Tree in the Dark Woods. Perhaps this is what she was talking about." "The Woods are not to far from here," about a day's journey through a Dark Underground Tunnel over there," Tiger added. As the group sat around the fire, admiring the cloudless night sky and the sweet purity that remained on the face of the full moon. Tiger brought the one thing that all of them had in common in this battle into the light, "We are all here to the same basic purpose. The destruction of Diablo...but there is more to it...more to why each one of us is here. Some of us have just one reason, some more than one reason. For example, Jezter is here to avenge the death of his brother, and to regain the balance between death and life. Sir Drake follows his path for his father and family, which he too desires to avenge. We all have a story, and if we're going to be fighting together, we're going to need to share them. We need to know each other's passion for battle. The one thing that evil has brought upon us that fills our blood with the desire to see the spill of other's. What's yours Darthos? And I can't wait to hear Shadows," The room was dark; few torches flickered as if the flames were dancing. A dark warrior meditated in the middle chanting words not of this world, "herium shenate kulum barak, herium diabolos proficious kulminate." Suddenly, the flames became red then flickered black, in all four corners a dark green smoke emerged. The smoke turned into four knights, one in each corner. They were dressed in an armor which resembled that of a hydra the shoulder blades, the gloves and the helmet where made from the skulls of anacondas. Although the warriors seemed alive under their armor there was only bone & rotting flesh hanging from them "Master, Lord Diablo has spilled the blood of Harlequin." They all said in a roaring voice and just as they had appeared so they vanished in a flurry of dark green smoke. "Hahahahahah" the warrior laughed in the darkness you could barely see him, but you could see that he was a necromancer. His hair long and white as smooth as silk, he wore armor made of bone that was the color blood, in it were encrusted numerous Emeralds all perfect. In his face lay to scars parallel to each other starting an inch above the eyebrows and ending next to ridges of his mouth. His eyes where completely black, not even a glimpse of white. His arms where covered in runic tattoos, as if his arms were a scroll of some sort. "Diablo slew one and one left for me, I'll take my revenge dear boy, Then, the rest shall die and once more I shall have what should be mine." The necromancer sang. The door swung open with a loud crash as it hit the wall. A dark paladin entered the room. "Morbious, Duriel has ordered us to gather, we shall meet at the great hall, it seems a few 'heroes,' " he said with a smirk "have decided to seek and destroy our mighty Lord Diablo." The paladin said. "I shall meet with the council as you order, Lord Ashram. "I knew you'd be up to it my dear friend, I mean after all your boy is among them." And with that he sung the door shut. An enraged look came into Morbious face as he whispered to himself "The blood that I will spill will be of one of MINE." Meanwhile our heroes lay at camp telling each other their story and reason for why they accompanied each other. The Great Hall began to fill with the finest warriors of the truest evil. Their grins shined with terror and bloodlust. The dark paladin came forward from a shadow and broke the deadly silence. "What shall we do about this...problem, should I say? For these mere mortals will hold no problem to our great power!" "Now, now..." said a feminine voice from a corner. Blades reflected light from a burning torch. "You wouldn't be trying to start without us...would you?" A thin dark figure emerged from the shadows, a deadly dark assassin. To her right came the figure of a corrupted Druid, and to her left emerged the figure of a gigantic figure that came out, holding a metallic axe in one hand and a large shield in the other, "What's the business?" The Party adventured through the Dark Underground Tunnel, with a few skirmishes along the way in better time then Tiger originally estimated. They came up through the other side and saw a Dark Forest ahead. "Let's camp over on the edge of the woods then we will start off in the morning to search for this Magic Tree," Tiger added. The Party hiked over to the forest edge and set up camp. Rhiannon shot a fireball to start the campfire. Shadow noticed Darthos seemed uneasy. "What's bothering you?" She asked him quietly. "It's too quiet and this is too easy," Darthos grumbled. "Why would three of us have a small army to fight off and then we've barely had any encounters since? It just doesn't make sense. I need to get some air." Darthos shape changed into that of a wolf and with three of his spirit dire wolves, the pack went off. A Raven flew up to the tree branches and watched him go. Shadow thought about what he said and intuition hold her that he was right�things were too easy. She had the feeling of being watched, and didn't like it. Shadow then started putting up some traps around the camp when Jezter approached. "Good Idea," He offered. "I have the feeling that this might be a longer night than usual." "Bone wall" Jezter yell as the last of his grotesque creations arose, Shadow and Jezter had finished creating a well booby trapped fortress as traps lay all over the place while an enormous wall made of bone surrounded them. Jezter walked slowly towards the campfire pondering his own sword and what Savitar the elven elder had told him about his weapon. "My friends I have something to entrust you, and I believe that this will help us in defeating Diablo." Jezter said in the most serious voice that he could. "What are you talking about?" Exclaimed both Drake and Shadow. Jezter unsheathed his sword and cleaved it into the ground. By this time all the party members had a confused look in their face "Please continue" Darthos demanded. "You see our meeting was not a coincidence. It was prophesied." "WHAT" exclaimed Rhi fearfully "how do you know this?" "When I left my village in search of myself, I came upon many clans and people, but, on one night I was wounded by something that I did not see, and I fell unconscious. When I awoke the elder of an elven clan called Savitar had healed me. He told me that I was destined to battle Diablo among other warriors and that the only way we could have a chance to defeat him was to obtain the sacred weapons made by the Niflung." Jezter reached for his sword and exclaimed. "Then he entrusted me with this sword, saying that this was one of them and that I was destined to it." "The day that we found the Hydra Bow I thought to myself could this be another? Had the insane ponderings of that old man be true?" Jev held her new bow in astonishment, she had heard that the Niflung made this mythical bow but she always thought it was only a legend. "As soon as we free Cain I think we should search for those weapons that Jezter mentioned" Tiger commanded. As everyone got settled back in camp, Jevanie begins to think about her own childhood. Although it wasn't that long ago, it seems like an eternity has passed since then. She decides to inform her companions of why she was here. "When I first ran into you all, I had told you that the reason I was out here on my own was because I was following a feeling I had. Well, in a way...I do know what the source of that feeling is". She pauses for a minute, trying to find the right words to say. "The reason I'm out is to banish the ones who took my sister away". Somewhat astonished by this, Rhi states "I didn't know had a sister". The Amazon continues "Yes and my twin at that. She is still alive though, if you want to call it 'living'. She is leading one of the armies of Diablo's minions. Her and I were very skilled when we were younger, although she was a bit stronger than I was at the time. I can imagine with the evil and hatred that Diablo has brought out in her, that might still be true as well". Standing up from the uneasiness of bringing out her history Jev finishes her tale "I had swore to our mother that I would venture out and do whatever I could to stop the evil. It is not something I look forward to, however it must be done. My sister has been gaining power over the past few years, and it is her that I will have to face at some point down the road. I must ask all of you, if you see her, do not kill her. You will know her by this symbol on her arm". Jev pulls up her armor on her left arm and shows a birthmark in the shape that somewhat resembled a dragon's head. "She has the same mark on her, though we've never been able to determine what it means". In the distance, the dark rogue that was watching the band sets to head back to her brigade. Running silently through the night, she thinks to herself "My lady will find this information most useful". Tiger sensed the danger, but was not by all means preoccupied by it. If danger came, he'd greet it with open arms...an axe in one hand and a war hammer in the other. Rhi and Jev felt the uneasiness about as well, but they began to get over protective and excited. This amused Tiger, but as he caught a glimpse of something in the shadows, his amusement was cut short as he silently made his way into the shadows to investigate. His heart pounded with the desire to spill blood. His eyes burned in a devious glare that was matched only by his grin. He neared the dark figure, unsheathed his sword, and lunged, coming face to face with the dark figure, sword at neck! "Hold it Barbarian! It's just me!" Shadow's startled voice exclaimed. "Sorry," Tiger chuckled. "Where's your other half?" Shadow caught her vanished breath and replied. "He went off into the woods with a pack. He senses something, as do I," she said, turning from Tiger and back again, but when she turned to face him again, he was gone. The pack of wolves rested in a small clearing, ears perched for the sounds of danger. Out of nowhere, a giant, only possible to be Tiger, landed square in front of one of the dire wolves, which whimpered and snarled in surprise at the attacker. The overgrown wolf the lay some paces back shook his head. "I have enough trouble getting them to stay still and on guard without you startling them to near death," Tiger laughed. He sat next to Darthos and waited for fresh blood to emerge from the darkness. Tiger was hunched down near Darthos who had transformed back, his Eyes suddenly heavy. "Here hold this," Darthos gave him a small rune, which seemed to wake him with it hot wood feel as soon as he held it. "Look!" A red mist settled across the ground, enveloping the camp. Tiger noticed that Time seemed to hang, slowed down as it were almost standing still. Darthos gave a signal and the wolves stopped growling. A beautiful Drow stepped out dressed in a strange whispery black material that seemed almost alive. She held a strange glowing red orb in one hand, which seemed to be the source of the mist. She was flanked by a dozen misshapen and by a giant man with a large two-handed sword. "And 'HE' said it would not be easy," she laughed. "I do believe you are not welcome here," said a cold voice Darthos and Tiger recognized it was Jezter's. "Your sleep spell will only affect the living, not those skilled in the dead." Jezter was standing in the camp, strange whirling bones swirling around him. - Darthos signaled to the barbarian in a simple sign language that they had learned in the past, "Sneak Around and I'll draw them to me" Tiger nodded and quietly disappeared. The Drow Sorceress snickered, noticing the lone necromancer look both ways and then nod. She started up a spell. A strong wind quietly picked up power and gushed through the camp blowing the red sleep cloud away. The Drow finished her incantation and the campground glowed with a light of an incoming meteor attack. "MOVE IT!" Darthos yelled casting a spell back at the sorceress. "Earth Open before me and�FISSURE!" The ground shook violently and magma fissures opened sucking in three helpless misshapen. Shadow jumped out of nearby tree just as did Tiger and started slaying with the dire wolves joining. The sorceress/assassin shot a gigantic fireball at Darthos hitting him square on. And then the campground exploded in massive flames from the explosions of fiery death, which fell from the meteors above. Tristram was a peaceful town. The villagers were calm and hospitable merchants that focused their lives on the important things. Friends and family were of the utmost importance to them. Even the town's sage was a man of peace and tranquility. A very wise man, Deckard Cain, spent most of his time studying arcane history and lore. A man they called Wirt spent his days telling stories to children of the horrific battles he once endured. The fact that he had a wooden leg helped demonstrate the evil that he once faced. It was another peaceful day until; through a portal of flames came a ghastly figure standing well over 10 feet. It was the one known as the evil one, Diablo himself. Why Diablo chose to attack Tristram is uncertain. What is certain is that Tristram is no more. An army of Diablo's minions, summoned from the depths of hell, rose from the earth. Burning dead attack the formations with fiery arrows leaving nothing but ruins of ash. Killing everyone in sight, the evil Blood clan, with their leader Griswald, left no heart still beating. They came to the sage with scythes ready to pierce through his elderly torso when Diablo instructed to imprison this one in a cage of steel. They suspended Cain in a birdcage like cell, in the center of town 15 feet above ground. They left him there with no food or water expecting nothing but a painful death. For Cain was the last of a tribe of sages. The only one who knew how to defeat Diablo. With an echoing laugh, Diablo was gone. Cain's future was definitely coming to an end. Tiger saw the Drow Elf quickly cast a fireball at Darthos after summoning a Meteor to the campground. He saw Darthos get hit with the quick spell then the campgrounds go up in fames with a loud explosion. That's the last thing he needed, a fast and good spell caster. He looked at one of the misshapen he just slain. They reminded him of an ugly hunched beast/toad-like creature with horns. He heard Shadow fighting through some other misshapens that got accidentally in her way and were dying all around. "Revenge!" The feeling felt so strong in him, he must give payback. He leapt toward the sorceress who was smiling at him and was intercepted by a tall giant man with a two-handed sword who blocked his leap and kicked him to the side. "Man, he's quick," Tiger thought as he rolled to the side. The wolves jumped over and attacked the giant. He swatted them each once and they disappeared with a puff. Tiger growled and leapt at the giant again locking weapons. Shadow saw the explosion and only wanted to hurt the spell caster that leveled her camp. She got through the last misshapen and was face to face with the Drow. "Die Bitch!" Shadow leapt, her claws extended only to have them blocked? The Drow suddenly had glowing claws on each hand, expertly blocking her blow. "What's wrong fellow sister of the Order? Surprised? " The Drow's lips curled while lashing an attack back at Shadow, which she blocked. "Our Order was meant to put an end to renegade mages that were corrupted and yet you somehow learned our arts and defile them," Shadow spat. "For that you shall die!" Darthos groaned as he slowly got up singed, he did get a spell up to protect himself at the last second, but it still hurt. He concentrated and transformed to Werewolf and limped slowly over to campground. He didn't like what he saw. Jezter dug himself from a pile a rubble, formerly a Golem, and was giving healing potions to the fallen comrades whom smelled alive. Darthos' eye's turned and a vine appeared nearby and went off to feast on the corpses of the misshapens. Darthos growled and joined the fray... The giant laughed as he swatted away each on coming wolf and member of the group. Tiger kneeled winded, and a loud silence took over the camp. A whisper of a girl was drifting through the wind. It was definitely a whisper. "Oh no�" Tiger said, catching his breath. They all could hear it..."Brother...fight for me..." a beautiful aurora borealis appeared in the sky. Tiger began to grunt in pain, which soon became roars as he held his heart in agony. The battle raged, and Jev was soon at Tiger's side, holding his wrist, trying to help him up. "C'mon Tiger! Get up! We need your help! That giant..." but she didn't finish! Tiger's wrist grew in a mere second so much that Jev's entire hand didn't even hold half of his wrist! Jev watched in astonishment as he began to grow in anger! "Run, Jev," he said, fire raging in his soul. Jev hesitated for a second, and then took off in the direction from which the camp once stood. "JEV!?!" Rhi cried after her, running to her companion. The giant turned to his companion. "Follow them, I'll kill whomever stays!" With that, the elf/sorceress were off running towards the two girls. Darthos, Shadow and Jezter looked around in confusion, and then at Tiger, even more confused, who had grown three times his size and a faint color of white and black. "Help them! I'll take care of him!" Tiger commanded. Darthos nodded and was off in a flight after the Drow. The giant laughed. "Think you can handle me?" He walked over to Tiger, who finally stood up, snarling. What greeted the giant's eyes was not human. It was a symbol of power and anger combined. The giant's eyes burst wide in amazement as Tiger merely punched him in the stomach and leveled him. The Drow was launching magic left and right with increasing power! The remaining five of them could hardly keep her at bay! As a fireball to the chest greeted each one of them, a roar raised from the battle from Tiger. Everybody's attention faltered. The spell caster grinned, and with a swift movement of her arms, she disappeared. "TIGER!" Darthos lead the group to where Tiger had ordered them away. Tiger lay limp, almost dead, in his usual size. Jev and Jezter were the first to his side. "Tiger!" Jezter said, slapping Tiger's face, "Tiger, time to get up! C'mon. Wake up. I'll raise you from the dead if I have to;" Sir Drake came to his side and said a silent prayer. Darthos pointed at his face. Tiger's eyes were opened, but were surrounded in a blue mist... "Don't worry sis," a young barbarian held his beautiful twin sister in his arms as she wept in fear. "I'll find that necromancer that put the death curse upon you, and the curse will be broken..." "He's coming to!" Jev pointed out. Jezter looked down at the barbarian. Big mistake! He was the first thing in his sight, and he grabbed him by the throat and started yelling bloody hell! "YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!" "Tiger wait!" Darthos started, but it took Shadow's claws to his throat to snap him out of it. Tiger looked around confused then let go of Jezter, who instantly pulled in a blast of air. "Oh Jezter, forgive me..." Jev was already cleaning blood off Tiger's body. "Where are you bleeding?" Tiger grabbed a bottle of healing potion from her belt and swallowed it. "It's not mine," They all looked at him confused. "Tiger...where's the giant?" Darthos asked. Tiger pointed east. "He ran that way." Jev stopped holding Tiger's head up, which instantly dropped! Jev slapped him. "DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT! IF YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN I'LL KICK YOUR ASS MYSELF!" And she turned away angry. "You got yourself a deal..." Tiger replied and got up, but all to quickly, and fainted with a slam back to the ground. "Well," started Jezter in his cold raspy voice, "I guess this means we camp the rest of the night...unless someone plans on carrying him," They all laughed�all except for the angered Amazon.
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