User manual GAMES PC DIVINE DIVINITY STORY

[. . . ] ~ STORY ~ PROPHECY Chapter 1 hey attacked without mercy when they reached our outer farmsteads. I can bear witness that the demons went out of their way to hunt and kill children. Such brutality was more than an act of war - the hellspawn saw us as bestial vermin - they killed our young as we kill the young of the rats we find in our barns. The exiled mages who had summoned the hellborn exercised little control over the actions of such monstrous allies and, in any case, few of the wizards wished to rein them in. [. . . ] Then a League trumpet sounded and the middle section of the heavy infantry formation turned as one, then fled at full pace, with Lord Chaos and Ulthring charging after them like cats after fleeing mice. The elite warriors that had been holding back on either flank of the fleeing formation closed in behind the triumphant leaders of the Damned and held back the demons that sought to follow their masters. The retreating troopers were now seen to be making an orderly withdraw rather than a rout, and opened formation to allow the League leaders and their wedge of two hundred cavalry to thunder past them. Chaos roared with delight as he saw and 14 thought he understood the desperate ploy. He knew that even fighters as powerful as these would stand little chance against him and Ulthring, and his demons would soon break the thin line that separated them from their masters. At that moment Ralph, Ferols apprentice, doffed the powerful invisibility spell that had disguised him thus far, drew his bow and drove an arrow almost point-blank into Ulthrings left eye. So fierce was the flight that the arrowhead burst through the back of the mages helmet. Chaos would have leaped to avenge his unnaturally screaming ally, if the leaders of the League had not been almost upon him. As the two hundred horsemen thundered past to aid in holding back the advancing demons, Go-Dar and Ulf Twohuts drove lances into Chaos chest, but he simply snapped the shafts and, apparently unhurt, reached out and caught the pair by their throats. The twin crack of snapping necks was echoed by the crunch of Jemthorn the elfs war axe hammering into Chaos skull. Without pausing to remove the axe, the evil deity caught the elfs arm and ripped it out of its socket. Zakx of the imps died next - a black finger driven into his forehead like a dagger into a melon. Leaping from his saddle, Duke Dylan Ferol actually tried to wrestle Lord Chaos with bare hands, and was crushed like an insect. Grondtha of the lizard folk fell at the same instant - eviscerated with a raking kick, she fell next to the pale, bloodless corpse of Jemthorn. In dying, none of the race leaders had uttered a sound - not even a cry of pain. 15 At last only Reuben Ferol remained. The demon king pulled Jemthorns axe from his head and adopted a defensive stance. Then, unexpectedly, Ferol simply dropped his guard and swung down off his skittering horse. As he strode towards Chaos, the battlemage began to laugh: a long derisive laugh that was the last thing he ever did. The Lord of Chaos struck his open hand into the humans chest then withdrew it, letting the body slump to the ground. But as Ferols blood splashed the earth to join that of his six friends, a ball of light erupted from the ground, engulfing the Lord of Chaos and those demons of his bodyguard that had only just fought their way to him. The sacrificial spell that the League leaders had wrought tore Chaos up into the air and, screaming with rage and pain, twisted him through four dimensions and catapulted him back to Hell with the sound of a thunderclap. A little farther off, Ralph stood over the writhing body of Ulthring - still insanely and impossibly alive. [. . . ] You must all learn to direct your valuable destructive energies to a greater purpose!It is your born duty to torture, butcher, enslave and degrade every last member of the Seven Races of Rivellon for what they have done to us!Think of them down there living contentedly in their productive lives when their true destiny is to be at our feet as groveling servants or chattel for our beloved demon allies! 25 Now listen closely, you young bastards. I once saw the great arch-mage, Ulthring forge a sword. [. . . ]