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Title: Misinterpretation
Challenge/Prompt: symbol
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Diablo II: Lord of Destruction
Characters: Necromancer, Amazon, desert mercenary guy
Rating: 13+ for a dead guy and black magic.
Warnings: none.
Disclaimer: Setting and 'verse belong to Blizzard, and I am an old-school sadfan.
Summary: People always assume the worst when you mess around with corpses.
Author's Notes: Yet another attempt to get my omg!epic fanfic going by snapping at random drabble challenges as they flutter past.

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The necromancer froze, the blade at his throat flashing a distorted reflection.

“What's it do?” rasped a weary voice, close behind his ear.

The glyph scratched into the cracked flesh of the dead man's hand was powerless, unfinished. “It'll protect him -- ”

“So you can use him later?”

Yesterday, that question had sent him into a rage; now, he felt only bitter resignation. “I wouldn't...”

“He wouldn't.” The creak of a bowstring echoed off the cliffs. “Stand down.”

The blade withdrew, and made a dull sound as it was dropped to the sand behind him.

Comments

[sterling]

Interesting fandom. I used to play D2 (and even played it a little this past year for nostalgic reasons, and because there seems to be a woeful lack of cool games out right now). Thanks for sharing!

[meoryn]

This is great. I can actually visualise this happening in the game too. I used to play Diablo 1 in the day and recently got back into Diablo 2. Want to play it before Diablo 3 is released. This makes me very nostalgic for that game.

Great stuff.

[kieslin]

Aaah...this really brings back nostalgia and you have to really feel for the misunderstood necromancer. Nice drabble.