Ten years had passed since he died and another five since the day he was returned to life by his friends. After his resurrection and brief period of rejoice for defeating Baal and his minions he learned of the dark fate of his people who now wandered aimlessly without purpose after the destruction of the worldstone.

He had left his friends quickly after the defeat of Baal and returned home, only to find that the city had been destroyed and all its inhabitants had been slayed by Baals forces. Heartbroken with sorrow he returned to the arachnoids to fulfil his promise only to find the halls of the spiderpeople as hollow and empty as his former home. None was left alive to which he could honour his promise.

He wandered for a few years, trying to make sense of the world again, taking jobs where he could find them and eventually ended up in Talmein, a small town in the northern dreadlands where he joined his old brother in arms Jiian to run a successful school dedicated to the art of bow and sword. For a while he was almost happy.

On a warm winterday he got a visit from a few old friends from westmarch that spent the winter training with their former ally and Mortekai started to feel whole again. Sentarius and Trebain filled the days with laughter and Graywinds riddles kept them awake many nights pondering the mysteries of life, or just where the key to the food was hidden so they could fill their stomachs again.  Morkai tought them all new moves that he had learned from his journeys to the east and Cedron showed them the way of the mystic energies late at night.

Then came the sunny springday when they returned to their duties in westmarch once more and in the days following their departure he felt hollow and sad. The feeling continued as the days went by and slowly turned into a foreboding sensation that he just could not shake. His dreams were filled with darkness and death and he grew impatient and irritated from lack of sleep and inner calm. Then one night he received a message.

A squire from westmarch arrived early one morning with an urgent letter from his old friend Teolas that lived in the village Ambera by the shores of the frozen sea just a weeks journey to the north of Talmein. The message was cryptic as the man that wrote it, but the words made Mortekai shiver as is his spine had turned to ice.

“A Brother has fallen to Darkness. I travel to Xiansai, meet me there”

This is an extensive examination of the Diablo 3 lore, in fact its so long that I will break it down in several posts. The first will be about the background, which is my favorite part. The original post can be found on StarCraft 2 armory if you prefer to read it as a whole.

So, the sequel to the almighty RPG title Diablo 2 has finally been announced, Blizzard has been unusually mysterious about the plot giving us virtually nothing to go off of, except some remarkably provocative artwork and a cinematic trailer. Here’s what we got from them (Blizzard.)

-Set 20 yrs after Diablo 2
-There will be returning NPCs (Cain, Tyrael)
-Meteor’s are the harbringers of doom, one just crashed into the cathedral at Tristram where Diablo himself once stood.
-Tyrael is being punished (confirmed)
-Hell was expected to attack as soon as the worldstone was destroyed
-Hell has not
-Hell is just beginning to come up (from where the worldstone once stood)
-The Sin War trilogy of books is considered canon
-Most hero’s played in Diablo 2 have gone insane from the horrors of Hell.
-One new NPC we know is a young woman named Leah who has a direct relationship with Cain, probably apprentice or something. There’s artwork further in the article to confirm this.
-The destruction of the Worldstone will have massive ramifications.

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Seeing Harrogath besieged, battered and scorched a tear wells up in Mortekai’s eye. Standing high above Harrogath, surrounded by the mighty hills he call home he starts to sing. One by one his comrades join in until a hundred barbarians stand above Harrogath, watching their enemies, singing calmly. It unites them and the land itself appears to listen as the soft song flows down to Harrogath where soon voices join in, few at first, then more and more voices join in until it drowns out the sound from the battlefield…

In these mountains I was born
under these clouds I drew my first breath
no matter where I end up
no matter what fate I suffer
I am bound to you

(more…)

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