This hideous amalgamation of bodies decomposes together into one being, bound by some foul magic. For all my knowledge, I could only flee from it One of their number stood soundlessly while others thrust long spikes deep into his spine.
He did not perish, and I believe that he may have even been darkly empowered from the implantation, though such terrible magic is foreign to me.
Abd al-Hazir -Withermoth The withermoth is a curious phenomenon. It is tremendously large for an insect, and somehow its size allows it to expel a charging force when attacked. For this reason, few have survived to study it in great detail, including many notable academics.
In fact, please do not inquire further upon this subject. Abd al-Hazir -Wood Wraith I have heard the most ridiculous tales about travelers being ambushed by vicious trees! It is too much. Despite their names, the wood wraiths are not plants but fully mobile beasts who have taken on the guise of foliage to ensnare their prey. Only a simpleton could be fooled by such a trick. Abd al-Hazir -Wretched Mother I, Deckard Cain, have spent many years traveling and writing about the strange creatures in our world, but the sight of the wretched mothers still haunts me.
They are the remnants of Queen Asylla's slaughtered handmaidens, who were twisted by foul magic. Now they feast upon cadavers and regurgitate them as newly formed risen dead. Deckard Cain -Risen Dead I will never forget the first time I saw these horrors shambling out of the misty woods. Our loved ones, buried long ago, rose from their graves and began to attack the living.
However, the risen dead were only the beginning Evidently, there are many of them within the Burning Hells, though they used to be solely under Diablo's command. The butchers are stitched together from the parts of other demons to combine their strengths, then given a life through wicked magic.
He labored for weeks over a group of unusually large spiders, and many of his servants quietly disappeared during this time The largest creature led the others into the caves. None who have ventures there have returned. The infected watched in terror as their flesh blackened and died; the strongest medicines could not stop the decay. Eventually they fell into a dormant state, and their bodies were piled up in dark and forgotten places Deckard Cain -Deceiver Deceivers These serpentine demons are Belial's favored servants, and he has granted them some of his skill in cunning and illusion.
Deceivers will cloak themselves in the familiar forms of their enemy's companions and friends, waiting to strike when the moment is opportune. It is only then that their true forms are revealed. Deckard Cain -Dune Dervish To those who doubt my achievements in research, I present my findings on the dune dervish.
It took me many years to find the truth of these strange, deadly figures, but my sources indicate that they are the cursed remains of mages who summoned a demon far beyond their power to control.
Abd al-Hazir -Dune Thresher The dune thresher is an elusive being with a tremendous capacity for bloodshed. It lurks beneath the sands, rising up to seize prey in its jaws and rend the body until it is but sinew and gore. I once saw a thresher in the flesh, and it rather Abd al-Hazir -Dust Imp Not all dangerous demons are large and imposing. The dust imps are little more than children in size, but they possess the cunning and bloodlust of far larger creatures.
They take cover in the shadows, emerging only when viable prey wanders too close. Then they ambush, leaving little more than bones behind them. Deckard Cain -Electric Eel The electric eels are insidious pests that have taken root in the oases surrounding Caldeum.
Known for their stinging strikes, these creatures are particularly dangerous when they attack in large numbers. It is said that raw eel has become a delicacy among Caldeum's elite, but I assure you these rumors are baseless.
Abd al-Hazir -Fallen Grunt It seems that the fallen are indeed creatures of demonic origin. The old Horadric tale claims they were once powerful servants of the mythical Azmodan. They purportedly aided him in his battle against the Prime Evils, and Diablo later punished them by twisting them into the small, stupid forms they now possess. Abd al-Hazir -Fallen Lunatic The fallen lunatics are the most unstable of their kind, causing them to overproduce highly combustible fluids in their abdomens.
I believe this imbalance must be inevitably fatal, leading the lunatics to puncture their stomachs and release their explosive bile in a terrible display when enemies come too near. Abd al-Hazir -Fallen Shaman Though the champions are larger and the lunatics more devastating, it is the shaman priests who lead the fallen. The shrunken, unintimidating demons can easily kill an enemy with their fire bolts, but it is their ability to resurrect their imp allies that allows them to command such high respect from their peers.
Abd al-Hazir -Lacuni The lacuni - or panther-men, as they are sometimes called - have inhabited the desert wastes east of Caldeum for thousands of years. The large males are the tribes' leaders and protectors, while the agile females are expert hunters. Mostly, they are primitive and reclusive creatures, although they will attack if cornered or hungry. After years of patrolling the desert sands, the demons' hides became thick as stone and caked with grit.
In the end, they have outlived their masters. Now only the glowing runes on their skulls belie their true origins. Deckard Cain -Sand Wasp I would rather not discuss the sand wasp. These overgrown insects wouldn't be notable whatsoever if not for their exceptionally poisonous stings I thought he would be more careful when I sent him to retrieve a sample from the hive, but Abd al-Hazir -Skeletal Guardian Only the most talented mages can summon skeletal guardians.
It takes great power to form these tall, slim constructs from their unstable reagents, and even more power to sustain them. In the hands of a master, however, the guardians can become powerful weapons capable of defending their posts until the end of time. They may seem a minor nuisance, but these vermin carry numerous strains of pestilence.
One of them was trapped in my boot once, and my foot swelled up to the size of a melon before the infection cleared! What horrible creatures! Abd al-Hazir -Blood Hawk It is easy to focus on the dangerous foes one may encounter on the ground, but the blood hawks rule the skies with terrible ferocity.
These crimson- winged birds will wait until their prey is at a disadvantage, then swoop down to attack. Watch for their shadows on the nearby terrain, and be prepared to flee quickly. Abd al-Hazir -Rockworm The rockworm may very well be the ugliest creature ever to blight the world with its presence. Bereft of any features aside from its massive jaws, the rockworm appears to be a giant invertebrate. I should like to study it further, but its burrowing tendencies make it extraordinarily difficult to track.
Some crumbling papers hint that they made a pact to serve the mythical Lesser Evils, but surely such a thing cannot be considered proper scholarship Abd al-Hazir -Colossal Golgor The colossal golgor is merely a colossal myth! In folklore, they are sons of an infamous demon who smashed half of Hell in anger after the Prime Evils were defeated during the "Dark Exile.
Abd al-Hazir -Demonic Hellflyer Demon Flyer Azmodan created the demonic hellflyers after he nearly lost to Tyrael in battle thousands of years ago.
The angels made glorious use of their great luminescent wings to outmaneuver the demon host and assail its commander. Frustrated by his near defeat, Azmodan began breeding winged demons capable of tearing the angels asunder. Deckard Cain -Demonic Hell Bearer I have long hoped that the demonic hell bearer was a fiction, a nightmare from the troubled minds of my ancestors. Just imagine a demon taller than a castle tower, who can retch up endless minions from the depths of the Hells!
Surely our people are doomed if such an abomination exists. Deckard Cain -Demonic Tremor One usually hears demonic tremors before seeing them. These behemoths move slowly and heavily, pounding the earth with their massive fists. Many a siege has been broken by the tremors' battering strikes, and many more enemies of the demons have been felled by their wrath. I pray that our world will never see them again. Their masters use them roughly, sending them into the vanguard for most battles.
For their part, the troopers are easily excited by opportunities to exhibit their great talent for violence. In fact, the troopers frequently attack each other when they are left idle.
Deckard Cain -Herald of Pestilence Long ago, the heralds of pestilence were lesser demons who rebelled against Azmodan. The Lord of Sin vanquished them easily, but instead of slaying them, he granted each one a long arm infested with a poison that could kill anything but Azmodan himself.
The heralds have been plague-riddled menaces ever since. Deckard Cain -Hulking Phasebeast The Horadric scrolls describe hulking phasebeasts as "sin made flesh. It is believed that the Lord of Sin only looses the phasebeasts against uncommonly clever enemies who cannot be bested with tooth and claw. Deckard Cain -Siegebreaker Assault Beast The siegebreaker is a monster of legends, of nightmares, and thing whispers in the dark. It is the most prized champion of the demon lords because its massive size and strength could turn any battle in its favor.
I wish I knew more, but alas Deckard Cain -Soul Ripper Soul rippers are the bane of the living, creatures born of the endless malice churning within Hell.
Agile and swift, the rippers cover ground quickly by latching onto prey with their enormous tongues and then leaping on top of their victims. From this point, the ripper cannot be deterred: it has begun to feast.
Deckard Cain -Succubus I once met a raving drunk who claimed he had wrestled with a succubus - a demonic creature that possesses the form and face of a beautiful woman.
He said she cursed him and tore out the heart of his friend before he made a narrow escape! Really, young men are given to such exaggeration these days. Abd al-Hazir -Tormented Stinger The tormented stingers may resemble giant scorpions, but in truth they are molded from the bodies of human sacrifices.
The demons twist their victims into the stingers' distinctive forms by slicing open their chests and viciously mutilating their legs. Maddened by pain, these creatures can poison their prey with a single strike. The Maiden of Lust is both beautiful and grotesque in appearance, with the torso of a woman and the legs of a spider. Her voice is said to be as smooth as honey, but she only speaks words of death. Though his voracious appetite is certainly his greatest weapon, his bile and, well When last seen in battle, the Lord of Gluttony swallowed half a dozen angels whole, spears and all.
Before then, they were the bulk of his army, and they crawled thick as locusts over the face of their master's realm. Should the Lord of Terror ever return, I fear they would be his heralds. Deckard Cain -Bile Crawler The bile crawlers are commonly spoken of among the peasantry in Khanduras, most often invoked to scare unruly children into their beds.
Fables hold that the crawlers are the half-formed demonspawn who hatched before their time. They resemble nothing more than a bloody ravening mess and possess a voracious appetite for human flesh.
Abd al-Hazir -Enslaved Nightmare The enslaved nightmares stand as testament that there will never be peace between men and demons. Sorcerers who attempt to master the dark arts and summon demons with their black spells are all damned to become skeletal nightmares bound to the very power they tried to bend to their will.
The mallet demons rule the seething outer reaches of the Hells that surround the central realms, and have long refused to join any of the Lesser Evils' armies.
Surely the destruction would be unthinkable if such a thing ever came to pass. Deckard Cain -Oppressor The Oppressors I have seen many warriors in my day, but only a scant few of them could face the might of an oppressor. This monster towers over the tallest barbarians and wield weapons crafted from Hellforged steel. They were last seen with Baal during his resurgence and left legions of dead men in their wake.
Deckard Cain -Terror Demon The ancient texts describe the terror demons as unconquerable foes, the dreams of Diablo made flesh. They appear in shadow to torment their victims, and then The mere sight of one drove a Horadrim to madness, leaving him screaming and clawing at his eyes until the end of his days. But each of them had darkness within his soul, and Mephisto, the Lord of Hatred, used this flaw to trick them into his service.
Mephisto's fury slowly burned away their mortal forms, leaving them fiery apparitions who know no pain, fear, or doubt. Deckard Cain -Shadow Vermin There has been much debate among the Horadrim regarding the shadow vermin. Some scholars believe that these wraithlike foes are formed from concentrated demonic energy, while others believe they are the souls of humans corrupted by Diablo.
They glide through the darkness as easily as water, ready to smother their unwary prey. Deckard Cain -Subjugator Though the subjugators have always been powerful demon sorcerers, they constantly sought to increase their standing in the bloodthirsty realms of Hell. To this end, they imprisoned a score of massive armaddon, torturing and flaying them until the hellbeasts would bear subjugators as riders.
Together, the mount and its master are nearly invincible. Deckard Cain -Rakanoth, the Lord of Despair In the beginning, Rakanoth served Andariel, the Maiden of Anguish, with efficient brutality, for his touch may open up many painful wounds. He was also the warden of Izual during many long years that the angel suffered in Rakanoth's own Plains of Despair, but he has quit his realm unexpectedly in recent times.
I suspected what was lurking within his troubled heart. I consoled him as best I could. Regardless, wherever he's headed, Hell will surely follow in his wake.
The Shadows close in on Tristram once again. Bust, like Aidan, I'll be gone before they fall. Once the captain of King Leoric's army, I lived only to honor my land and my king. No man has a greater love for his king than I had for mine, even as I drove my blade through his dark and corrupted heart. Part 2 It was Lazarus - of that I am certain. He alone had the king's ear and whispered dark and evil magics into it, instilling the notion of an imminent attack by Westmarch.
Afraid to speak against the archbishop, the councilors nodded their empty heads in agreement and sent us off to die. Part 3 When we returned from our horrific defeat in Westmarch, my beloved king lost all pretense of sanity. He seethed with rage, spitting curses upon us as traitors. With great sorrow, I ran him through. Part 4 I will forever live in anguish for my last attempt to honor my king.
As we lay him to rest in his burial chamber, he manifested as a hideous skeletal demon. Gorash and my other knights were overcome at once, but I fought on. Part 5 And now I wander, cursed by my once-beloved king. Evil gnaws at my bones, and I cannot risk putting my beloved Tristram in danger should I fail to contain that which tears at me.
I must venture down into the labyrinth to die alone. Uncle Deckard is still missing. Captain Rumford and the others are losing hope. I tell them not to lose faith Part 2 A miracle has happened! A hero like one out of Uncle Deckard's tales appeared and saved us! I know in my heart that my uncle still lives, and I pray that the hero will bring him home safely. Part 3 Uncle Deckard is home - rescued from the clutches of the Skeleton King!
I'm so glad. But the Skeleton King? I thought he was a folktale. The idea of Mad King Leoric returning to torture this place Hasn't Tristram suffered enough? Part 4 I can hardly believe it, but the falling star When Uncle Deckard realized this, he was crushed.
I know he was hoping for something more Part 5 Uncle Deckard believes the key to unlocking the Stranger's memory is reassembling his sword. I wish I could say this was another of Uncle's crazy theories, but I can't deny that these ominous events are starting to really scare me.
Part 6 When we retrieve the Stranger's second sword piece, Maghda found us. She's always on our heels. Who is she? She claims to know my mother, but how could that be? Regardless, we must beat her to Wortham and the final piece of the sword. Part 7 Uncle Deckard is gone forever.
I remember the wonderful times we had together, always off on another crazy quest. What will I do without him? He believed the Stranger was an angel, but he is only a man.
I always knew they were just stories. Uncle Deckard died for those stories. This place is a backwater filled with serfs and an ancient, broken-down monastery, hardly fit for the king of Khanduras! I cannot fathom why Lazarus was so intent on this becoming our new seat of power.
Part 2 A fetid, pallid malaise has fallen over the manor we now call home. Young Albrecht seems to be enjoying himself in our new home, however. Perhaps I am simply suffering from an imbalance of humors brought on by the recent change of clime. Part 3 I am convinced that some malevolent being is attempting to wrest control of my thoughts away from me. Voices direct me to horrendous acts, and there are times when I seem unable to control my body.
Lazarus knows; this is certain. He looks at me strangely when he thinks me otherwise disposed. Part 4 Though my council begs me to reconsider, I will continue with the executions of those I find guilty of plotting against the kingdom.
Perhaps they fear my eye will fall on them and discover their heinous, treasonous plans as well. Lazarus is the only one I can still trust. Part 5 I have finally rid myself of the dark influence seeking to subdue me, and now I see things as they truly are. This conspiracy among the insolent townsfolk to weaken me by stealing Albrecht away will not stand!
Perhaps the heads of their women and children on pikes will bring them clarity Few farmers turn up dead, and everyone goes running for the hills.
I've lived off these lands for twenty years, and I have not seen any bloodthirsty monsters running about. No reason I should leave a perfectly good harvest. Its inscription reads, "Talic the Defender," in archaic lettering. He was one of the ancients who guarded Mount Arreat until the shattering of the Worldstone, a true warrior who gave his life to spare the world from the dark fate it has fallen to now.
This is where Diablo, Lord of Terror, first corrupted mankind. This is where I may finally find the answers I seek. Leah worries after my safety, but I believe information vital to defeating the last Lords of the Burning Hells can be found here.
Part 2 I wish that Leah could live a different life - a more normal life - but, alas, such is not her fate. When I pass, there is none but her to continue my work, and the future of this world hangs in the balance.
Deckard Cain -Adenah's Jottings These cowardly farmers have been leaving the fields for days now, but I'm not about to follow them.
My home is here, and a few angry goatmen won't change that. Until her voice came to me. Then I knew how I must serve. I must kill the one who threatens my mistress and the dark power that created her. I have been chosen! They say all the torture and dark magic will turn us into demonic slaves for King Leoric. What foolish lies! I can't think I'm so hungrrry. I can hear the Warden, my husband, and that dog Lazarus discussing my fate.
My life will be over soon, yet I fear more for my poor Albrecht's future in the wake of his father's madness. If only Aidan were here. A family near New Tristram has obtained a valuable relic, and poor fools that they are, they haven't the slightest idea what to do with it! I have some idea of what to do with their daughter, though Lyndon -Kingsport Bill Wanted: one relic, scarlet, roughly the size of a man's fist.
It was stolen two months past during a deplorable theft from the Merchant's Guild Bank. Those apprehended were not in possession of the item. The relic is greatly missed by its rightful owner, who offers a reward for its safe return.
He ruled well until Diablo's influence drove him mad, and the loyal knight Lachdanan was forced to slay him. Afterward, Diablo himself raised Leoric from the dead as the Skeleton King until the monarch's son Aidan vanquished him. The farmers left over a fortnight ago, and yet we stayed. Last night, we heard the beasts creeping closer. My husband left to investigate, and I haven't seen him since All I have left are the things we made together.
Hopefully they are more use to someone else. Now I finally reap the rewards, for Maghda has acknowledged me! She promised me a special task that will bring endless glory to the Great One. I can hardly rest until she reveals it on the morrow!
Part 2 Goatmen! All of my labors were for a bunch of rotten, stinking goatmen! Maghda claims that they will become our most valuable allies and that the task is one that she can entrust to no one but me, but I know my place. I am most bruisingly humbled. Part 3 Enslaving the goatmen was easier than I anticipated. My magic seemed to reignite the savagery deep within them, and they flocked to me in hordes.
A few escaped - those who understood the fate of their people - but they are too weak to counter my spells. The Moon clan attacks at my command! It looked like a hilt of an ancient blade, but I know it must be more. The fisherman argued with me, but I convinced him to leave it in the safety of the chapel. A holy place for a holy relic. Part 2 When the church of the Zakarum sent me here, I assumed that my village would be simple and untroubled.
To be honest, I was relieved. Corruption has struck down many a greater man than I, and such a quiet place could've been my salvation. But everything changed when disaster struck the Tristram Cathedral. You did everything you could. Our time together meant more than words can say, but in the end, fate is a cruel mistress. Your strength is needed to end the horrors that beset this world.
My final wish is that you find your path. Love always, Mira -Cain's Old Journal, Part Part 1 I can no longer deny the true nature of the evil that rises from the depths of the cathedral.
It is almost too horrible to admit the truth of it. It is the dark Lord of Terror, Diablo himself, who plagues us. Part 2 The vile staff of Lazarus was brought to me today, confirming my suspicions. There is no longer any doubt that Lazarus kidnapped Albrecht and perhaps even freed Diablo from his ancient prison. Who knows what further treachery he has planned? I think we will now that the troubles are over.
I am still tormented by horrific nightmares. I keep hoping they will fade, but they seem to be getting stronger. Bring this news to the master at once. Previously bugged, as of patch 1. It may be found after several others thus taking a few opens to retrieve. The king has gone mad, executing anyone his paranoid eye alls on! None of us are safe. Approach him and he will begin to mutter some incantations before raising four ghost goatmen. Kill the lot and the cultist will drop this journal.
Seems to spawn fairly often. Maghda is a fool. I will raise an army of souls from these primitives and chain them to my invincible will. Yes, with these heathens at my command, the kingdoms of the world shall bow to the migh of… the Lord of Goats! I may have to work on the title a bit more. The Drowned Temple : On a dead body just inside the temple. Improve this answer. Community Bot 1. As of patch 1. Warriv's corpse is found on bed near a caravan with a fire.
Confirmed the Villager's Journal is in the keepsake box in the ruins of Old Tristram. Also, the Lyceum has now been fixed and has spawned numerous times for me. Are any of these locked in Adventuring mode or is my luck with the Hanging Tree event just that bad? Screenshot of the Week. Submit your photo Hall of fame. Featured on Meta. Now live: A fully responsive profile. Screenshot of Week 51 [Submissions Closed].
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