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The last weeks of autumn had settled upon Ivgorod, and the first breath of winter had crept into the air. As night fell and the sun dipped below the horizon, I was all too grateful to take refuge in a tavern. As I entered, I noted a certain tension in the room. Despite the hour, it was not busy, with only scattered, small groups huddled at the tables around the edges of the room. The benches at the center of the room were empty except for one man.
The man seemed ignorant of the cold. He was dressed like a beggar, wearing little more than an orange sheet wound around his body, leaving half of his chest exposed. A garland of large wooden beads hung around his thick neck. His head was completely shaved, with the exception of a wild bushy beard. Then, recognition struck me: upon his forehead he had a tattoo of two red dots, one larger than the other. As any informed student of the peoples and cultures of this world must also realize, this man was one of the monks of Ivgorod, the secretive and reclusive holy warriors of the country.
I had heard countless fantastic stories about the monks, tales that were surely the beneficiary of significant embellishment. The monks’ skin, the accounts said, was as hard as iron, impenetrable by the blade of any sword or by the point of any arrow, and their fists could break stone as easily as you or I would snap a twig. Though the unassuming man before me seemed miles away from what I had heard and read of the monks, I approached cautiously, sliding down onto the bench across from him, eager to take his measure. He beckoned me forward with a small wave of his hand.
"Ah, a soul brave enough to sit with me. Come, friend."
""The sound of bones crunching with each of his strikes mixed with something I could not quite believe: the monk was laughing as he fought. One by one, he dispatched his foes until only one remained.""
Food was placed before me, but I had little hunger for it, focusing instead on recording the details of the monk's life. He told me of his belief in the existence of a thousand and one gods, gods he believed could be found in all things: the fire in the hearth, the water in the river and the air that we breathed. Pretty enough for a story, perhaps. But any reasoned individual must surely, as I did, scoff at such a view of the world as little more than superstition. He went on to describe his intense mental and physical training, his unending quest to hone his mind and body into an instrument of divine justice. Though I do wonder for what need his thousand gods would require a mortal man to implement their will. When I asked him why he did not carry a sword or, indeed, any weapon at all, he simply replied, "My body is my weapon." Then raising his hand and tapping his forehead, he added, "As is my mind."
Most unexpectedly, I would be treated to a display of this mastery.
A group of men approached our table, knocking my book to the floor and shoving me out of the way, producing knives and other weapons as they advanced. They were focused only on the solitary figure of the monk seated across from me. I scrabbled beneath the table, having an inkling of what was to come. I watched as at some unseen signal, they attacked.
Without rising from his seat, the monk met the first man's lunging slash, grabbing his wrist and tossing him carelessly over his shoulder, throwing him into a table with a loud crash. The suddenness of the monk's attack momentarily stunned the men, and as they stood there, he rose.
That was when chaos broke out.
The monk was a fluid mass of restrained energy, meeting every attack with hardly a moment's distress. He fought with hands and feet in a way I had never seen before. In my days, I have witnessed my share of drunken bar brawls, but this was something else altogether. The sound of bones crunching with each of his strikes mixed with something I could not quite believe: the monk was laughing as he fought. One by one, he dispatched his foes until only one remained.
That one picked up a chair and hurled it toward the monk. The monk swung his arm forward and struck the incoming projectile, meeting the solid oak of the chair with his closed fist. The wood broke apart, splinters filling the air as the shattered pieces of the stool fell harmlessly to the ground around him.
"You don't fool me, demon," the monk spat. He pulled his arms back to his sides, then extended his hands before him and began to chant. A nimbus of white light appeared around his head, growing larger and more intense until it completely encompassed the monk’s body. He roared, and the light blew outward. As it washed over the other man, his skin peeled away, revealing a red-skinned demon beneath and threw the creature through the front doors of the tavern.
The monk hurtled forward, but his individual movements were too fast for my eyes to track. It seemed as though there were seven of him raining blows upon the demon from every side. Staggered, the demon stumbled. The monk grabbed the demon by the neck, grinning as he pulled his free arm back, crackling energy glowing on his open hand. He shoved his palm forward, and when it struck the demon, its body exploded: muscle, skin and bones tore apart, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air.
I would not have believed it if I had not seen it with my own two eyes. It seems the stories of these peerless warriors might not have been as exaggerated as I first thought.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Abd al-Hazir is a renowned gentleman, historian, and scholar. He has recently taken up the unprecedented task of investigating, researching, and compiling information about the unique locales and denizens of our world.
The official gameplay trailers for some classes were released around a year ago at the WWI, and theyve been working on it for one hell of a long time with the same team who did D1 and D2 which split up in 2003, so were looking at probably 7 or more years worth of development already!
I have faith in Blizz to made Diablo3 amazing when it comes out and given the teasers and hype id be suprised if its not out within a year.
Prays to the gods of Blizzard... Please just give us the damn game, don't keep delaying it... I've been awaiting this game for too many years already. I had a full head of brown hair when Diablo 2 came out, I'm gray now, god damn it.....
Really looking forward to it, lot... Really LOTS and LOTS and LOTS....
I must admit I read all the stuff from blizcon and on the diablo website then I red this
Quote:
When will Diablo III be released?
It's too early to estimate Diablo III's release date. As with all Blizzard Entertainment games, our goal is to create a game that is as fun, balanced, and polished as possible. We intend to take as much time developing Diablo III as is necessary to ensure the game meets our own high expectations and those of our players
A total smack on the head. Iv followed a few games and when they have been released Iv been very disappointed. BUT I do have faith in blizzards ability to deliver something spectacular.
A total smack on the head. Iv followed a few games and when they have been released Iv been very disappointed. BUT I do have faith in blizzards ability to deliver something spectacular.
I have absolutely no doubt at all about Diablo 3, it will be spectacular, it will be absolutely everything it promises to be and more... But the wait is killing me, lol... Especially when there are rumours saying 2011 for release.
Blizz are pretty "fussy" I dont think they wanna tarnish their rep with a shit game, plus they have a LOT to live up to now with obviously with WoW, I am glad they are bringing out proper games now again and getting away of us concentrating on WoW, with the new starcraft as well, should be good!
The only thing I do hate them for is the fact it doesnt look like a RTS warcraft is ever going to come out again now
Yeah Blizz has an attitude of it's ready when it's ready and never set a target date as such. I've never played the other Diablo games but this looks great.
Grael I'd be amazed if we never saw another Warcraft RTS. I reckon before a WoW 2 eventually comes out in the future, a RTS will be launched first to create a new/updated story/world for the game.
I love how Blizz dont give dates for launches/patches and keep working at it giving it the time it requires to get it right. So many games companies now are funded by bigger companies who force them to release an unfinished product on the deadline.
Blizzard have the luxury of an insane amount of money from WoW. Even this late on i think theyre still making £100m every month from WoW subs, and has been going nearly 5 years.
I cant wait to play Diablo 3 and im sure it wont be a let down.
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