Sentinel Within-the Bounty Hunter
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No ending time set.
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Chapter 8 Prison Break (free at last?)
“No time, to fight our way through one of the Sentinel’s best defenders will be idiotic,” thought Gondar. Raigor seem quiet, not a word came out, but the bounty hunter could feel the disappointment the earthshaker felt towards him. Gondar, trying to reason with his opponent, “The Scourge has a plan to assassinate Zeus, we have to stop it, the war is hanging on a tread as we speak!” All of those words did not affect the tauren’s judgment; things were getting worse by the second. Gondar notice something during that moment where all hope had to be thrown away, that Razzil was as calm as ever, not a worried expression on his blue in color face.
The earthshaker easily lifted his heavy totem; Gondar knew what was coming next, so he jumped out of the way before it happen. The earth was split and it arises from the ground which separated Gondar and Razzil. Gondar, with great agility, ran towards Raigor, with his two blades, trying to disable him. The gate was closing; the gap was about 6 feet left. Gondar slashed his blade on Raigor’s totem arm, which instantly drew blood, then without hesitation he stabbed his other blade into Raigor’s back. If Raigor wasn’t so strong, he would have been dead. Gondar cautiously retreated a few steps after delivering those blows, waiting for the earthshaker’s next step.
Raigor, trying to ease his wounds, slowly back away to the closing gates, lifting his totem up into a standing position. Gondar was running out of time, even seconds cannot be wasted. So, he ran, with both his blades curved in front of him, ready to slash at whatever is in front of them. Gondar saw the mistake he had make, but it was too late to do anything, watching himself charging up to Raigor who is taking out the Guinsoo from his pocket.
Suddenly, the world became so much bigger. Being hexed isn’t a pleasant thing, he felt his body aching as he is not accustomed to being this small, or was it because his body doesn’t like being a chicken. Either way, he saw totem being lifted once again, but this time was the killing blow. It was always said by the Dranei, that dying without seeing it coming is always a blessing, so Gondar closed his chicken eyes, the one he shall bring with him to his death cause by the world’s unfairness.
Sounds of bones cracking, pain is coming, or was it always there? He chance his eyes, he was back to normal, with Raigor down on the floor with an enormous darkish-purple ogre standing above. For once, the world was doing him a favor, hope this isn’t the last one his getting.
At this moment where the hopeless was simultaneously filled with hope, the gate was merely a feet from closing. The ogre, squeeze in, just barely, while Gondar, ran across the earthshaker’s body and made it through the gate, as it close behind.
Breathing, surprisingly, the air is much better, freedom taste better than expected. Razzil, back in his bluish form, was already heading off to find the nearest town. Exhaustion could be seen by the way the bounty hunter followed the alchemist; nevertheless, he carried on with only three seconds of rest after crossing the gates, but at least nothing could be harder than escaping that prison while in the Sentinel. Or was it?
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Cool! My Davion killed you're Gondar though, hahaha.
It's a cool story but something is missing. Most novels have descriptions of the characters and there relationships with others, this one IMO needs that. Then again this isn't a novel so kudos on good writing.
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Chapter 9 Past, Present, Future
The rain covered where my vision was supposed to be, but the loud sounds guided me. Although the floor of that midnight was slippery, the urge of curiosity pushes me forward. Finally I could pin point where the sound came from, the Sentinel Research Centre. I could remember clearly it was the silencer and the alchemist who had requested permission for beginning a research in that building. I doubt that the sounds of pure terror were from their research.
I went in, the door was widely open, never a good sign. I could hear Nortrom screaming for help and signaling for the treant guards. This was far worst that I had expected, maybe going back to sleep was better choice. The door burst open; two rather huge and bruised treant guards flew out then slammed on to the nearby wall. What came through the door next would instill fear into all hearts. It was Razzil, but in chemical rage form. Though this time, he was much bigger, his internal organs were too huge and strained for his currently dark purple skin, some even bulge out; it was a gruesome sight to behold.
The monster’s right eye, almost the size of my head, with blood vessels that could be seen clearly, looked right at me, the next unfortunate victim. Usually I would go for my blades, but due to my hastiness, I had left them, limited me to only shurikens and a cold spear on the wet floor.
Out of nowhere, a glaive flew and struck the monster at the back of the head, I could recognize it as the silencer’s weapon, thinking that it would be a two versus one fight; I saw the silencer felt out cold with his face filled with cut and bruises. At least he was useful; he distracted the deformed alchemist for a little while. By instincts, I threw three shurikens, straight at the stomach; luckily, it was bulging so out, it cut right through the skin and into the arteries of the stomach. What happen next was utterly chaos and madness; the monster ran around ramming everything, not even going for me. After slamming itself to the same wall for almost ten times. It stopped, stood up, looked at me, at threw something huge at me. At first, I couldn’t make out what was it, but it was clear to me after it was right in front of my eyes, it was the treants. Ducking at the last moment, I begin to take the spear on the floor, ran at the poor Razzil and stabbed him where no internal organs were. At last, the mistake that whoever has done had ended with the fall of this Sentinel, sleeping soundly after the stab, but living.
Memories, how they suddenly pop up now and a then. Gondar wasn’t quite fond at this one. It reminded him that he was the one who put the alchemist in that cruel dungeon (by Sentinel standard) in the first place, and that thought lead to the conclusion that if Razzil wasn’t there, Gondar wouldn’t have escaped. Confusion, second to memories, it could save one from more irritating mind problems.
Both were walking along a lighted path during the night. “So, where are we headed? You still haven’t told me.”
“Sorry, must have slept my mind, we are going to visit an old friend of my mind. He could bring us right to the Sentinel Conference Room.”
“Where does he live, this friend of yours?”
“In the town a few miles ahead, Siften Valley, doubt you ever heard about it, a small place,” answer the alchemist.
Alchemist turned his head to see the bounty hunter behind him who stop talking. He notices that Gondar was still looking back to the road where they were walking. “They would never find us, the gate takes another three hours to reopen, and now is barely two hours since we started,”
“Letting my guard down was one of the reason Furion’s life was lost,”
“Do you need one night’s rest, camping here would be a good idea, bandits are less in this valley, no wild animals too.”
“I’m fine, we must go on,” said the overly exhausted Gondar.
“Your eyelids wont lie, neither would your steps, they have greatly lost speed,”
“How are you keeping at your current pace?” envying Razzil’s stamina.
Razzil ignoring the last question, begin humming a tune, the Sentinel’s war song, written by one of the village songwriters wrote it after they were saved.
Gondar, begin planning again for what he would do when he gets there. To face a troll, one of the easiest things to say, yet the hardest thing to do. “The troll shall paint the walls of the conference room with the blood of Zeus.” Her voice still bellows within Gondar mind. The main questions were always who? Why? How? There are only a numbered trolls that could take on the mighty Zeus ad one of them is in the Sentinel’s General ranks, another who loyalty can never be changed. Whoever the person is, Gondar would put a blade through the person’s gut before the bounty hunter would let anything happen to the representative of the night elves, even if it was the troll warlord. Finishing that statement, Gondar should have wished that the world wasn’t that ironic to him.
End of chapter
Please comments, advice of any sort, thank you.
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I was planning to leak their relationships little by little through out the story. Anyway, good advice.
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Chapter 10 the old man in Siften Valley
The picture of a small town, seldom spoke of, never ever heard of was a peaceful one, where the sun would gloriously shine upon every house, brightening every villager’s day with yellow rays of plain joyfulness, trees and flowers that further enhance the beauty of such town, an untouched paradise. Then, broken to pieces. Replacing it, a picture of a town filled with broken down buildings, with clouds blocking all of the sun’s rays, covered with a layer of foul stench coming out of the unburied dead who where thrown around the floor. With all of these, signs of what should be from a ghost town, there were still, people, who are still continuing their seemingly futureless life, like normal.
Gondar was amazed, not by the villagers will to live at this wretched town, but also their normality. He followed Razzil to one of the buildings that wasn’t broken up, nor was it dark and gloomy; it was rather different than the rest. As we both stroll in, not even a single curious look came from all of the passer biers.
It seems like an inn, with furniture able to fit a lot, but there wasn’t anyone around but an old man behind a chair, with a huge map on a table in front of him. The table had a circular shape, huge, with more than twenty chairs, it looks really old.
Gondar and Razzil both came to the center of this room, where the ceiling seem to converge into a glass dome with full view of the skies. A word was spoken, by the old man. His voice was clear, precise and loud, unlike the voice of an old man. He said “Time is running out, chances slimming every second, risk increasing, Gondar, you must now waste time, for what you are to do and will do can and will affect this war.”
“I want you to meet a friend that is much older than me, the first prophet, I don’t know his name, but he likes to be called as prophet.” said the alchemist, impolitely interrupting the old man.
Gondar could believe his own ears, the first prophet, he had heard stories read scrolls about this old man, the first of all prophets now, blessing the world with the knowledge from ancient races, truly amazing he is alive. Gondar could say anything for a moment, but he soon solves that minor problem. “Please forgive the sins of our ancestors who threw away your predictions and warnings, we are sorry,” as Gondar kneel immediately.
“What are you doing?” commented Razzil.
“Forgiveness was given long ago, no grudge is hold, but I see Furion had taught you well in my ways, if all goes wrong, you be a preferably adequate prophet yourself. As you know, the future has been seen by me, to put you both back on track with fate will be for me to guide you there.”
The three went out of what seems like an inn to a carriage, with no a single horse at sight. The old man sat on the front of the carriage, after opening the door for the two. After entering the carriage, it levitated a few feet above ground, then Gondar could sworn it moved while he notices that there is nothing moving it. Questions were bursting, curiosity rising to levels which causes tremendous headaches, but the bounty hunter sat quietly, cleaning his blades and inspecting his numbered shurikens.
The first prophet turns his head to the back where a window was there between him and the two, “Gondar, you are much different from anyone else I met, as all knows prophets are allowed to foresee the near future, but I am the first, so the future is within my sights, you with all the weight of saving the Sentinel from this war has not even a single question? When I first met Razzil, he was asking questions after questions after questions,” Razzil blush a bit, but return to his own self later.
“Have you forgotten I ‘m one of Furion’s students, I know that a mortal like me is not fit for the knowledge that you can bestow upon me.”
“I have seen many of my prophet’s students, many have too ask questions that will put their teachers to shame, you are the very first I had met wth such restrains, patience and calmness when meeting me,” after finishing that sentence the conversation stop, leaving Gondar to his needed rest
It wasn’t long, nor had they gone far. Gondar was still peaking to the back of their carriage, checking to see if anyone is following them, hopefully not the Sentinel guards.
“This isn’t healthy you know?” said Razzil.
“They would have brought at least a Sentinel hero to pursue us, I know it,”
“You have my word that no one is following us, I have left decoys and traps as we venture to Siften Valley while you didn’t notice. Listen to me, there is no one following us, and your entire body is stressing beyond its limits, take a rest, for the battle awaiting us.” lectured Razzil.
Gondar, after so long, closed his eyelids, at first it was hard, but he finally won. Rest was sweet, the pain from the aching released to give him a good sleep. The battle is near
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Cool.Very detailed.You should continue making this.
And Im new to Ds.So Hi every1!!!
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Yeah.This is what people call Ownage!
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keep em coming dude.
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...Quite impressive....
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awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
cant wait for the next chapter ^^
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AWESOME!!! This story owns ^_^
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