|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Pariah's Charity ISummary: A clever bar lackey finds a way to bring cheer to two orphans down on luck during the winter festival in Tristram.
Warning!: This is a fan fiction. This may not be in your taste, so I feel it is my duty to warn you before you get too deep into this only to realize that this isn't completely my creation. Just so you know.
Now this is interesting- a three-parter.
Haven't undertaken anything this long since Pariah's Wasteland.
This first chapter won't be anything too special; it's just the simple intro to the whole bit.
The Advent chapter will prolly have the meat of the story, so try to bear with this pitiful little pilot.
As always, here's a nice little disclaimer at the beginning of the piece : I do not, have not, and shall not own Blizzard's fantastic mind child. I may do whatever to imagine the various settings that they do not explore terribly well, but I feel that it is necessary to clearly state that I do not profit in any way, shape, or form from this beyond
Pariah's HarvestSummary: A strange duo come to work for a down-on-his-luck farmer.
Warning!: This is a fanfiction(if you already couldn't tell), and therefore might not be in your taste. Not only that, but this has OCs in it (the minor characters are, at least. The visitors... they're canon, if retold to some degree...).
Oh, damn. A bit late, isn't it?
Well, this is a not-too-special holiday, so perhaps people won't crab on me too much
Eh, well. Better get on with the story
Disclaimer: I don't own Diablo, Blizzard does. I make no profit beyond attention and criticism, and I like it that way.
The setting sun glimmers across a yellow field of wheat, covering it with a resplendent glow. The wind snakes through the thick grasses, and the heads high upon the stalks tilt lazily in response.
A wide swath of wheat falls to the earth.
More of the fallen grains' brethren join them on the ground.
A sliver of cunning metal arcs in the air then swoops down with a kee
Pariah's FoundingSummary: A day in a journey to a new home marks the beginning of interesting things happening in the sleepy village of Tristram.
Just to warn you ahead of time, this is a fan fiction, which you may not exactly like...
You've been warned.
Well, it was about time
I promised, and it hath arrived!
Well, better get going with this, then.
Disclaimer: I don't own Diablo in any way, shape, or form, and do not profit beyond attention gain in the making and publishing of this.
A howling stream of wind slips through the air, carrying with it clouds of leaves. One of such leaves flies into a small, pale hand, and its fingers deftly press to the dead foliage's fragile exterior.
The leaf is brought down to a small boy's face, the child solemnly clutching his prize. His brilliant blue eyes touch on the leaf, but quickly flick to the tall figure on his left.
Dark brown eyes peer down from the faded grey cowl to meet the child's cool stare.
"Father, something dead."
Keep in Touch!
Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More