Welcome to my fanfiction based on the exciting and engaging world of Sanctuary from the Blizzard game Diablo. The story follows the fortunes of the Necromancer Mobius and his pursuit of the Prime Evils across the land to finish them once and for all, taking up the challenge that will test him to ther very limits of his powers.
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Mobius sat on the back of the worn cart. His cloak and armour flowing around him as the winds became stronger. His white hair hung at his side, the centuries taking their toll on his appearance. Reaching down he picked up a small wooden wand and twisted it in his figure, the ancient wood held mystical powers over life and death the symbol of the Necromancer.
Standing he looked out over the top of the cart at his guide Warriv. The old man was smoking his pipe and singing, as he did everyday. He hadn’t been too pleased when he had first met Mobius at the shattered remains of the rouge encampment, but after Mobius's adventures in the plains 
surrounding the settlement; he had been more than willing to take him on his way to Lut Gohlien.
Turning in the seat Warriv looked into the cold dead eyes of the Necromancer, he could see that his companion had seen the worst and best of time, and yet he had never spoken of the terrors he had seen in the old Monastery that dominated the plains surrounding the encampment. He opened his mouth to speak, but sensing that Mobius would not talk anyway he faltered, not wanting to anger his guest.
"You want to know what I saw, don’t you", Warriv turned and looked at the Necromancer who was now standing and walking towards him across the cart.
"Yes, I have heard tales of what happened down in those caves and in that Monastery, but they all seem impossible, tales of demons and undead warriors coming to life...it doesn’t seem right" Warriv held the gaze of Mobius as he walked towards him, maybe he had asked to much.
"I will tell you what you want to know Warriv, but you must know that even I did not understand what happened in those ruins and the tale is one of sadness and disaster that will shock you" Mobius sat down on the wooden slats next to Warriv and took his gaze from the old man, looking out over the clear night sky.
Warriv sat back in his seat; he felt a slight worry spread over him...maybe he didn’t want to know what happened. Mobius turned his gaze back to the old man and smiled "Now where to begin".
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