Thread: Convergence (Me and Liam Dale)

The night was falling upon New Tristram and the shadows were closing around the city, Porthos hurried his way from the Cathedral. He moved as a shadow almost as dark as the night itself, followed by his companions, the Demon Hunter swiftly shortened the distance between him and the restored city, he could see it already. The eagerness to reach Tristram had no other purpose than to get his reward for slaying Diablo's spawns. He was reaching the city outskirts when suddenly his wolf stopped, eyes fixed on the apparent nothingness, the animal's ears flattened back and whined to its master. What is it Blaez? He whispered to his wolf. Liwa... Porthos sent his raven to scout the area from a safe height, just in case. The man's eyes narrowed as the bird floated in circles above a small area, just some feets away from him, Porthos stepped forward, slowly peering the area around him. The air around him seemed to disappear, dirt was being pulled into the middle of a small spot in the air, a small shiny sphere that slowly began to open and become wider in front of him. All of his companions were reluctant about following their master, but they finally did, all of Porthos beasts, wolf, bat, raven, spider, boar and ferrets walked and crawled and fled behind their master until this stopped. The thing was growing slowly but constantly, and it didn't seem like something coming from the depths of hell, yet Porthos wasn't sure it belonged to heaven either. The man frowned, he knew something bad was about to happen, but he did not expect what came after a few moments. The sphere opened and turned into a large surface, almost like a door and everything was being pulled into the great aperture, the air, the dirt, rocks, even the soil began to crack beneath his feet and press toward the blinding light that began to diminish and Porthos was able to see what was at the other side. It looked like a city, the buildings were tall as mountains, he'd never seen such thing built by men. Was this another part of the high heavens? The opening kept spreading, and the strength of it was harder and harder to fight. Porthos tried to step back but it was too late, his feet were practically floating toward the gap, as well as his companions, he was being dragged inside. Porthos had no words to describe what he felt the second he entered the void that was after that entrance, he saw the extrange city and other gaps opening and closing and everything seemed to circle around one tiny spot at an alley. There, way below him was the man from where everything seemed to come, and two other men, but Porthos couldn't see much of the scene as he suddenly realized he was falling and there was no stop until he hit the ground, his body banishing for a moment into a black and red mist as his Awareness had been triggered, he laid on the ground unconscious. - Medrid was deep into the forest, practicing his archery, a normal day, his horse was grazing nearby and he'd been released from his mother's eye for a few days. As always, his targets were hit at the center one, and two and three times, it was no practicing really, he had no challenge to make him improve and that made him a little sad. The young man sat on a log, sighing heavily, he was bored and eager to find adventures and challenges, he wanted to know new lands and people and get away from all of his responsibilities as a prince. Clouds covered the sky and the slight shine of a wisp became visible. A wisp! Look Angus! Medrid jumped in excitement as the small bluish spirit seemed to dance as it waited for the boy to follow. Medrid ran deeper into the forest. C'mon Angus! He'd never seen a wisp flying through the forest so fast. Medrid ran, and jumped dodging every obstacle in his path, the feeling of something great getting closer was growing in his chest. And the wisp suddenly disappeared. The young prince stopped, turning to a side and the other in search of the ethereal creature, but there was no sign of it. The whole forest was in complete silence. Medrid felt a vibration on his feet and as he glared to the green and brown floor, he realized there was no floor at all, only a large bright hole in the ground and before he could think of it, he was falling, with only his bow to hold on to, the young man felt like the falling was eternal, he saw a certain death at the end. Darkness was approaching, and Medrid got ready for his fate, he closed his eyes and clung to his bow with all his strength. The landing was painful, like hitting a wall, but it wasn't deathly, after a moment of stunned thoughts, Medrid opened his eyes to find himself in front of two odd looking men. He felt the ground beneath his body, almost jumping back as he realized he'd landed onto a poor man. He stepped back, glaring at the men, studying the situation as much as he could in that moment. Both men were so different from each other, the slender one looking trapped between a large wall and the other menacing man. Medrid's eyes shone, and soon, his body was between both men, his arrow pointing at the larger man. Stay behind me. He said at the other, not taking his eyes from what was clearly an enemy.