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Struggling with hell part III
Thatchen's Path

Thatchen Hellplague could surely not beat diablo now, for he had minions to go out and steal hearts into their black bags. Once the minions have completed getting 100 hearts they would bring the bags back to diablo. The minions stole hearts from every moving thing. He would eat them bag by bag, for more steangth and health. Every one hundred hearts ( one bag ) he ate would multiply his strength by two,and his health by three. The devilish beast was a cannible, for only such would eat that of a human. He must have eaten millions of hearts by now, making Thatchen's sword obsolute to his strength. Meanwhile one shield lingered from his back, also his cracked armor was merely hanging by his shoulder, and would easily burn with the entering of diablo's lair.

Thatchen would need more people to fight the vile demon, diablo. Not only because of diablos strength but because of his size. diablo was about 15 feet wide, and 20 feet tall. Gigantic Spikes sprung from his back and his horns curled out from his head. Sharper than a needle, a needle that punctures a bones. The obstacles you would have to pass to reach his lair are extreme. Hell raised from every corner and every wall. Diablo would stop at nothing to take control of this beatiful world and no one knew of his evil plan. Thatchen would need to recruit great warriors and spell casters of our time. This city was to advanced to find any defenders such, so as his journey began to search for such warriors, we come. His journey began here, began now and no one was going to stop him.As he walked the trials he did 279 years ago. He came across long grassands and desertess areas. he reached a rain forest. It was late, but he still went on, he had to get out of the rain forest. Finally after flies and spiders, wolves and racoons he reached a small beach. By then his stomach began to get cranky, and he got weaker. Every step he took felt like an earth quake to him. He could eat anything by noow. He dropped to his knees and began to cast a spell,. Food appeared before him, as he stared at his delightful bread and fresh meat he got overwhelmed with ecstasy. He was astonished he could still remember that spell, his spell book was nearly completly faded so that would of been no use. He began to feast on his delight. By then night creeped upon him, shadows of the clouds could still be seen, the sunset dropped slowly. It was time for him to rest his tired body. His stamina was drained. He set up camp along side of some rocks. He had trouble sleeping that night. The timberline looked down upon him. as they traded glances. Adreniline reaked through his soul, Fear of diablo finding out about his quest. Diablo would be sure to send out an armoy of hells forces to seek him out and destroy his guts. Either that or cremete him. He pulled some giant leafs over him, the night got cold...

I woke up to find my self tired but wow, I slept from sunset to sunrise. What a strang result. Must of gotton to much of sleep...

I was ageing quickly, for i was 27 when I become adressed as Slayer Thatchen Hellplague. I had earned the title after banishing diablo for the first time. Who would of thought he would walk the earth 279 years later, stronger then ever. not only had I been asleep in the heavens but my age didnt go down until I woke up, now. I raised my head up high with good confidence of finding the uber warriors and casters I need. Me and my body walked proudly to the vilage of swordsman and warriors, necromancers, wizards, clerics and other forms of heros, who have dedicated there lives and power to saving earth. The rust colored dirt path lead to those villages, the villages of Shakumo Stafa. I would look up proudly to the sky and wonder how long it takes for galaxies as beatiful as ours to form, and if there is another sphere containing life being driven the wrong way by hellish creatures. Making the Sphere of life perishing as well as our own. I could see stone wall gates by just on the horizon, for I had been walking for hours now. it must be Shakumo Stafa's strong hold to thwart demons. If that failed the fighters of our life sphere would be forced to fight, and waist magic power.

As I approached the stone gates I took one more glance at the sky, and notice it was turning grass green. Green was not good, of course it couldn't be good but, what could cause such a change in the clouds over a minor period of time? The stone gates opened, A Priest stood high to greet me. He had no idea who I was...

"Hello fellow priest, I am Slayer Thatchen Hellplague. I am here to recruit some of your finest fighters to help me during the fierce struggle with hell. We shall venture to find diablos lair, and once found we will do all our might to kill diablo and return peace to the sphere of life. I would greatly appreciate it if you would assist me." I explained eye to eye with the young man.

He stared blankly at me in disbelief, for most people know that I fled to the heavens to protect my life from he explosian that occured when i cut his head off with my sword. Unfortunetly I fell asleep on the clouds for an unforgetable 279 years and well God said it was time for me to wake up, here I am.

"Do you believe me sir?" I spoke in a quiet low voice.

"I...I, uh, Sorry sir, im not sure, w-why s-sshhould i believe you are th-the, great Thatchen Hellplague? C-could you proo-oove that you rea-ally are Thatchen?" He shivered as the words trembled through the creak of his lips.

"All right then, Stand back! I shall demonstrate calling fo the heavens!" I explained to the man.

I drew out my sword, held it up high and began the demonstration. The green clouds would make it hard for me to call for the heavens but I continued through.

"Sta, mEkt, Skr-woe hufi!!! " I yelled out quiet loudly. My thundering voice brought bolts of lighting from the heaven down t my sword, my sword shined with power. The bolts strength was very strong, but i could with stand the pressure. So many bolts of strong force bolted through my sword. yes, ahh... yes just what I wanted, I said the spell correctly. In seconds my sword was flaming. I swung it back and fourth a couple of times. It left a trial of blazing hot orangish reddish flame, in which the path it took. Every swing.

He was truly outstanded with the preformance. I saw him stare at me like no other. He obviously spends alot of time at the gates for that spell was nothing for what wizards and pure casters could do. It felt so good to unleash energy that had been kept inside me sleeping for 279 years.

"Well you certainly may pass sir, I respect you Sir Hellplague. I am very sorry and mis undertsanding I took in you. A great Paladin like you shouldn't be outside in the Hasj, I'laes path alone. It is dangerous! The Fighters will be very pleased to hear that Slayer Thatchen Hellplague has arrived." The young priest welcomed me warmly with great heart and confidence.

I walk through the gates, My ears turned beat red because of the crude armor I was wearing, and not to mention the cracked shield on my back... There Black Shiny armor, I could see my self in the armor. The Casters Crystal staffs and fine silk robes. The wizards and necromancers practiced there magic while he clerics practiced healing and increasing strength and health. Warriors fought each oter with there blades, sparks flew at ever end. Each Warrior was highley trained. They looked like they knew everything they needed to know about warriors. I cracked a slight smile as I knew Iwould need them for the quest.

"Sir Hellplague would you like to see the tournament of the best?" The priest his hand on my shoulder pad as he shot the words into my ear with great power. I felt my body start to regnerate. The young priest's magic was great indeed.

"Follow me, Sir Hllplague" He Treaded lightly as Ifollowed him with great excitment. It looked like he was floating from the air. I follow him as I passed gardens and bushes. Pink flowers, yellow flowers sunbright. The conrete section I was walking on looked very old. I walked pass a small red brick house. with a green tiled roof. We came up to a large palace with white coloms nd a blood shot red glass roof.

"This is where the tournament shall take place. Under this flass roof, millions have competited and millions have been brought to there death. The champion of every batte gets a 1 way portal to sector A-1. Created by ancient fighters of chaos 1,000 years ago (yr 1200AD). On every spire that stood on sector A-1 there is a hyroglyphic. Each Hyroglyphic tells a story. The first story was written by Fika Stoneblade. Stoneblade brought upon a new race of fighters which now refers to as Steelblade or Steelcast. If you were to look at all the spires you would notice that one third of all stories are inscribed with Steelblade into the rocky spires." Explained the priest.

For Sector A-1 wasn't only the final frontier, spirits remained there from time to time. Spirits that diablo plagues with evil. These, The finest spirits become minions to hell, to demons, to diablo...

"The fighters are about to began the tournament." Whispered the priest.

A loud voice boomed,

"THE TOURNAMENT IS ABOUT TO BEGAN,PLEASE EXIT THE BLOOD ARENA!", it said, I looked up and saw a guy at a tower, they must be the judges. 1 warrior and 1 necromancer entered the arena. I was sure this was going to be a very good fight. The warrior sprinted toward the necromancers, his swords out and his body bent foward, he movd so fast. Death in his eyes. Looks to kill. The blade pierced through the necromancers skin, blood gushed out of the hole. The large crowd cheered. The necromancer was too slow... But wait! No! His wound healed Hes back up! The warrior stomach began to ache! The fight was now questionable...

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The following comments are for "Struggling With Hell Part III Thatchen's Path"
by skateboard

I'm not getting many comments, I need some help with my writing,finally got microsoft word =) i will be correcting my grammar in my up coming stories, if anyone could post comments on my 5 stories I have written, I would be most apperciative! Peace out...

P.S. Rate This PLEASE, i love this story heh heh...

( Posted by: skateboard [Member] On: January 22, 2002 )

re: ok...
Skateboard...this needs a lot of work. Firstly, you must have a plot that in some way shape or form is convincing. This reads like snippets from a video game. You need to keep to the same tense, work on your grammar, and make certain that your sentences..are sentences. It's not beyond resurrection, but it needs work.

( Posted by: Beckett Grey [Member] On: January 22, 2002 )

Beckett's right

I would agree with have some interesting ideas, but the way you put it all together is difficult to read at best. I would recommend continuing your writing, but also read stories similar to what you would like to write. In this way you can see how a story is put together and learn from those who come before you. Good Luck

( Posted by: Jeff [Member] On: January 22, 2002 )

Thanks for the comments =) I do admit it needs lots of work, my grammer isn't that hot either, I type to fast and some times loose track of where I am and sentences dont run together well, I really like stories like the ones I write. I try and combine things together to make something different but it just doesn't really work well, the way i expected it to. I will start a new story and, maybe continue this a while from now. I'll try and read some more books to learn, but those are my goals for now so better get started!

( Posted by: skateboard [Member] On: January 23, 2002 )

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