Warning: The Diary of Torak posts are roleplaying posts and will likely contain spoilers. If you don’t want your campaign potentially spoiled, please play the game first then return see Torak’s adventure unfold. You have been warned.
“Deckard Cain told me that the Skeleton King was once their beloved lord, Leoric and that he was driven mad by Diablo’s evil. He lost both of his sons, and his very soul, before he was finally defeated. Now it seems he has risen again. I told Deckard that I found it a sad tale but that I am seeking the fallen star and that the Skeleton King is standing in my way. Deckard explained that the key to defeating him lies in his old crow. He told me to seek out their blacksmith, Haedrig. That he would know the whereabouts. Deckard and Leah then began to discuss among themselves. Deckard seems to think that Leah is taking all of this too lightly and that the Horadric scrolls spoke of the dead rising and the Lord of Lies and that the Prophecy of the End Days says that at the end of all things the first sign shall appear in the heavens. Leah, in return, agrees that horrors indeed have walked in Tristram but that her uncle should not read so much into the scrolls.
I found Haedrig and informed him that Deckard said he would be able to help me find the crown of Leoric. Haedrig quickly stopped me by saying, “Not now.” It was his wife. She was locked in the cellar like everyone that was bitten. He was tasked to put them all down. But how could he kill his own wife? I told him it was regrettable, but that it must been done. That it wasn’t his wife anymore. I would help him.
After mercifully killing what was once his wife, Haedrig explained that he could not have done this without me; that he was indebted to me. The opportunity was too perfect, I needed his aid, I needed to find Leoric’s crown. Not only was Haedrig compelled to help me, He actually knew that where the object I desired was. It was buried with Leoric’s chancellor, Haedrig’s grandfather. My journey to the cemetery in Weeping Hollow begun, I casually kept and eye out for Haedrig’s apprentice.
After finding the most perfect two-handed weapon my eyes have even seen, I quickly discarded my shield and sword and revealed in its power. I always was more fond of bigger weapons. The Weeping Hollow might have been a beautiful area, were it not for all the mindless undead reinforced by skeletons and the nests that holds those carrion bats.
On approaching the cemetery I was met with a choice. There where three tombs I could go into, but no clues as to which was the right path. New power in hand I descended to the least cobwebbed. Eventually I would find the right one, the one that lead to the crown.
The path was littered with bodies. Some ages old, others barely visited by the scavengers of the land. I must not 
have been the first to try. Soon I figured out why there where so many bodies, a demon was in my way. This demon was quite the challenge, but not a challenge I couldn’t win. Finally, after searching for what seemed like ages, I found the crown. However, when I approached it a spirit came to life, the chancellor himself.
The disembodied chancellor scolded me fo wanting to bring Leoric back to this world. I figured this was a defense mechanism, a false wraith. I fought the spirit and took the crown.
Crown in hand, I went back to Tristram and to Haedrig. The blacksmith was surprised to see me. I didn’t realize it before, but he never expected me to return. He took the crown and said it needed repairs, but it wouldn’t be a problem. He was quite happy to work again. After he was finished he said it was the same again as it was the day it was placed on top of the Black King’s head. Not modest in his efforts at all, he explained that the restoration meant his life would mean something. At the fault of inflating his ego further, I invited Haedrig to join me as my personal blacksmith before informing him that his apprentice was dead. Haedrig took it quite well, he already was expecting the worst.