the reason i like sentinel more than scourge

Banehallow the lycanthrope looked around. This new surroundings looked vaguely familiar to him, yet he had no idea how he had gotten here, nor did he have any intention to be out in the open in the middle of the day. He had became rather accustomed to gnolls shooting poison arrows at him, which in fact was had been happening just a moment ago. Something had happened, but he didn’t know what. It felt liked he had… swapped places with someone.

The sound of footsteps behind the lycanthrope caused him to spin around, curious to find out whom it was approaching him, and he was momentarily stunned to see a white missile of pure magic smash into him.

“Grr” the vengeful spirit growled at him, as several Sentinel heroes appeared around him.
“What is it now?” Banehallow questioned in a gruff voice.
“If u havn’t realized, we’re killing u, putting u to the ground.” Came a goblin voice from behind the lycanthrope. Banehallow spun around yet again, and came face to face with… a bag of tools. “A bag of tools and machinery talking to me? This sudden turn of events must be causing me to hallucinate.” The lycanthrope thought to himself. It was only then that he realized that the voice had came from much closer to the ground. The lycanthrope looked down, and saw a small goblin standing beneath the bag of tools and machinery. The goblin was carrying the backpack of machinery, with tools jutting out of its pockets. The machinery looked completely disproportionate compared to his small size. In fact the machinery could have been about 5 times the goblin’s size, and yet the goblin showed no signs of discomfort wearing it. In fact, he seemed rather at home with it.
“I’ve got better things to do, than being put to the ground, at least.” Replied the lycanthrope, looking at the small sized goblin standing in front of him.
“Well, it looks like you’re not going to be doing them anytime soon.” Came the goblin’s squeaky reply. “Yeah, it’s hammer time!” agreed a man with a large beard standing next to the goblin. He was holding a hammer, which sparked with static electricity.

Without warning, the hammer flew right into the lycanthrope face. Reeling from the attack, he turned and attempted to head for the Scourge’s base, but it seemed that he was completely surrounded. A missile exploded upon collision with his back, no doubt fired from the machinery on the goblin’s back. Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation within him, as though he was being charged up. A release of the charges to the ground caused his feet to sting and hurt with static electricity, and the next moment, the electrons from within him broke free, surging towards the sky, ionizing the air as they passed. A bolt of lightning struck him hard on his head, and he dropped to his feet, howling in pain and desperation. The wolves from the forest heard the lycanthrope’s call and leaped to his aid, but they were no match for a former god. Zeus, the lord of Olympia, was waging war alongside his fellow Sentinel heroes, Boush the tinker and Shandelzare Silkwood the vengeful spirit. Controlling the electron flows within the air, he brought about a flow of electricity between the wolves summoned by the lycanthrope, causing them to wreathe in pain and meld back into the forest. A swirl of air current was gaining strength beneath Banehallow’s feet and the next instance a cyclone had tossed him up into the air. From the air, the lycanthrope could tell that he was being completely outclassed. He cannot last much longer. He needed another strategy. He needed to negotiate. Even as he was spinning in the air, he could see the goblin working on his machinery with those tools of his.

The moment the cyclone subsided and he got back on level ground, Banehallow shouted, “Hold the fire, I’ve got an offer to make.”
“What is it?” questioned the goblin.
“Let me go, and I’ll set my fellow Scourge heroes up, and you can kill them instead. How’s that sound?”
“Well, it sounds good. You got ten seconds to move it. Get out of my sight.”
Relieved, Banehallow, turned and headed back for the scourge’s base, hardly intent on upholding his end of the deal. He had barely taken a step when he realized, to his horror that his route was completely blocked by small machine-like clockwork goblins. There seemed to be thousands of them, and they covered every inch of the battlefield. They scurried down across the dirt path, gaining on him with an efficiency he never seen before. It was a majestic sight to behold, if not for the fact that they looked dangerous and intent on destroying him. Thousands of clockwork goblins was not to be fooled around with.
“What’s this all about?” Banehallow demanded.
“Well, u think we believe you at all? And that we’re about to let you walk free after all this hard work? You’re terminated!”
A blinding flash of laser seared the lycanthrope, cutting to his bone and dealing immense damage, as yet another missile smashed into him and exploded. Running blindly, Banehallow ran straight into the battalion of clockwork goblins and felt each of them detonate upon impact with him. The vengeful spirit was releasing spiritual selves of her at him, attempting to impale the feral heart of his. “This was not how it’s supposed to end. This was not how he had wanted his life to end.” He thought. Even as he felt his will collapse, and his determination give way to the terror that filled his heart, he attempted to run on. But he could not hold it much further.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hook fly across the battlefield. It scratched him lightly, as it hooked on to his cloak, dragging him back where it had came from. Across the field of goblins, into the forest, and up a cliff, bringing him to a monstrosity, a creature made from stitching up dead bodies. “Thanks, Pudge.” The lycanthrope was bleeding badly, with only a sliver of health left, but at least he had survived. Survived, thanks to the help of his allied scourge hero. Survived to fight another day. And he vowed, that when the full moon came, he’ll make that tinkering goblin pay. He’ll let the goblin see his true powers come to him, when the full moon comes. The goblin will witness his ultimate transformation, and die beneath his paws, maimed and gouged beyond recognition. But first, he got to get to the fountain to drink some healing water.

Another lightning bolt came down from the sky, and struck the lycanthrope squarely on the head. He collapsed, and did not get up again.

Once a god, always a god.



Gondar the bounty hunter looked upon the battle that just took place, covered by the wind, away from enemy sight. He still hasn’t earned enough reward yet, but he was tired. Perhaps, it is time to take a rest. Or maybe, just maybe, even retire. The new recruit is doing great.