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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 12:44 pm

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Sentinel Chapter 6
As Yurnero charged up the middle lane, he felt the deaths of many heroes. He was about to lay into some creeps when Axe emerged from his right flank, but he seemed transformed. His chest glowed a bright pink and his fortitude had clearly ascended to a greatly higher level. He knew this item to be the Heart of Tarrasque. A devastatingly bolstering item said to give almost endless power.

He faced up to Axe, who called him toward him with a mighty roar. Before the battle had ensued he saw Kardel and Chen coming from opposite directions to aid him! But Ish’kafel and Azgalor were bounding down the lane to the aid of their leader as well…

With Atropos and Puck dead, and the battle of the beasts happening in the top lane, they set their sights on the upcoming epic battle. Axe had a great amount of life and attacks from Chen and Yurnero did little damage. But then Kardel shot at Axe, and what flowed from his rifle was a bullet of ice, with a comet like tail trailing behind it. It hit Axe, and he was immediately stricken by a debilitating slow. Kardel yelled a battle cry and his bullets came at a frightening rate. Axe was taking a lot of punishment but he could not hold on for long. Chen slowed him even more, and Axe strained to move as blows were rained down on him. He called to Azgalor and Ish’kafel, and they arrived to his aid. As soon as they neared, the sentinel heroes felt as though they had been hit with a wall of flames. Their skin was afire, and Kardel warned them of the Radiance sword Ish’kafel now possessed. Axe was still trying to escape slowly but Kardel was ruthless in his pursuit, each icy bullet slowing Axe down. Axe let out a cry of anger and frustration at his inability to move, and when the cold barrage stopped he felt no relief. There was only one reason the sniper would stop attacking him…

Azgalor looked at the Sniper and saw the familiar massive bullet getting loaded into the barrel. He must stop this. He cast his Pit of Malice, the defiled vines grabbing the Sniper’s legs, but it made no difference as the Sniper had an unbelievable range with his ultimate shell. He saw the massive shell expelled, and heard a cry of anguish cut short as it struck Axe in the back of the head and catapulted into the trees ahead of him, dead. Azgalor had so much anger and through his red vision he saw only the Sniper, who was aiming for him now. He rushed the Sniper and laid down his triple circles. Kardel’s attack speed was still very high thanks to this new mask he bore, but a drawback he had not experienced was that it drew this power from his life force, which in turn increased the damage he received with this Berserk activated. The fiery boulders seemed to crush him with every blow, and his life faded quickly. He turned to run but Ish’kafel cast a spell, and he felt himself drawn back to the battle, as if invisible hands were dragging him. He dug the butt of his rifle in to the ground but it did not slow him. In the blink of an eye he hit an invisible epicenter, and he felt his bones compress as the momentum of his body was violently halted, and he died with fire on his skin…

Scourge Chapter 6

Ish’kafel stood and faced the two remaining adversaries with Azgalor. Both looked strong and up to the challenge, as Chen had a Euls Scepter of Divinity in his grasp, and Yurnero wielded a huge battle axe, and strapped to his back were the yin and yang blades called Sange and Yasha. Yurnero struck out at Ish’kafel, getting in close, burning intensely but his ward kept him in the battle. Pit Lord let out a cry more of surprise than anything else, as Yurnero had struck with such force he had procured a critical strike, dealing high damage, but a portion of that damage cleaved and hurt Pit Lord. “What trickery is this!” cried the Pit Lord, and he looked to retaliate when a great wind swept him up into the air, rendering him useless. Chen and Yurnero quickly set to work on Ish’kafel, who set up the Wall of Replica as he backed away. This time Chen was not fooled and he evaded contact with the wall and headed for the Seer.

Yurnero hit his Omnislash just as Pit Lord was dropped from the skies, and they writhed in pain as their flesh was once again penetrated in a familiar and unbearable fashion. One of these slashes caught Pit Lord on the back of his mighty leg, maiming him. Ish’kafel sensed a warning from Magnus that their base was about to be breached, the Tree had tricked him and gone around the battle, facing the last tower of defense alone. “Azgalor we need to get back to base now! There is no victory to be had against these two!” Azgalor opened his dark rift once again and Once again left Chen and Yurnero grasping thin air as he and Ish’kafel were teleported right next to Rooftrellen, who was weakened by the tower. He kept attacking the tower eve as his foes closed in and attacked him. He destroyed the tower with a mighty blow and quickly disguised himself among the trees. But Azgalor had planted sentry wards, and Rooftrellen was now completely visible to them and he was in their base…

The conflict was mighty and quick, as Magnus had managed to get back, so he was alone against 3 heroes. Magnus was highly incensed at being tricked and had eyes for Rooftrellen. Just then the scourge heroes were seared by Puck’s orb and Puck once again appeared, loosing his devastating combo which to Magnus’ great surprise, froze him in place and he found himself along with the others, tethered to the Dream Coil of the Faerie Dragon. He steeled his mind and did not try to run. Instead he mustered all his strength and held his great halberd to the sky, ripping it down with such force that all polarity was reversed, and Puck and Rooftrellen were drawn next to him with a sickening crunch, and stunned on impact. His hands grew a fiery red as he rained blow after devastating blow on the hapless faerie dragon, while Ish’kafel burned them with his Radiance. Puck looked once again destined to perish when Chen’s holy healing rained upon them and Rooftrellen, steeled by his leader’s intervention, summoned his mighty cutting roots from the earth. Atropos, who had just joined the fray, was lucky enough to escape these roots, as he was out of Rooftrellen’s sight. As he heard the anguished cries of his brethren he slunk away to pick off any whose life dropped. He did not see Chen and Yurnero behind him as he summoned his Necronomicons once again. He heard a great spell being cast and turned to see Chen and Yurnero, who, forgotten, had managed to destroy their middle base tower! He was about to send his summons to drain mana and rend flesh when he saw that his summons were fighting against EACH OTHER! Chen’s holy persuasion had converted one and turned it against its brother. They would be of no use to Atropos. He rushed forward to join his allies and Axe came running straight at Yurnero and Chen…

Sentinel Chapter 7
Rooftrellen’s predicament did not bother him as much as it should have, for he held in his hand an orb that would completely replenish his spells, allowing him to cast them again in quick succession. He had been furiously working at keeping Puck alive by calling the forest to give him armor, but Puck was being hurt by a furious Magnus and Ish’kafel, who were still enveloped in his thorny vines. Puck tried to evade them, but Ish’kafel drew him back each time with his powerful vacuum spell. “Where on earth is Kardel!?” Rooftrellen thought. “No matter…”

He focused his attention on Atropos, who was free of his vines and looking to help Axe destroy Yurnero and Chen. Axe was in a furious battle of the blades with Yurnero, and he had the upper hand due to his incomparable strength. Rooftrellen swooped to act, but as he did so, his vines let Magnus, Azgalor and Ish’kafel loose…

He gunned straight for Axe, as he hoped the rest would bunch up to come to their leader’s aid. He was correct, but Magnus lay waste to Puck once again with his wave of damaging energy. It was now 3 vs 5. “Damn Kardel! He has left us for dead!” he thought. As if in defiance to this thought, Kardel came into view, his Mask filling his body with a Berserk rage, but that was not all. Strapped to his back was a great shield, unseen before and unavailable at any of the goblin shops he had come across. Kardel also had a blue pulsing magic about him, and it immediately became clear that he had found another magical rune, and his damage had been doubled! With a great battle cry he grew in size and as Atropos, Azgalor, Magnus, and Ish’kafel tried to bring him down with spells, they did nothing to the Sniper…

With Kardel drawing all attention, Rooftrellen invoked the power of the Refresher Orb, and the toothed tendrils ripped up through the earth once more, this time engulfing all his enemies. Amid the cries of terror, Ish’kafel was dismembered by the great roots, and Atropos, who had once again aimed his Fiend’s Grip at Chen, was interrupted before it could damage the Holy Knight. Chen healed them all in one final prayer, and terror overcame their foes. Azgalor was filled with icy shards in his wounded body, as Kardel relentlessly destroyed him with his newfound items and magics. Azgalor was unable to move and the combination of the roots and the barrage of bullets ripped him to shreds, his blood flowing on the battle field…

They sensed victory as they eyed the Frozen Throne, the Lich King’s inanimate body trapped in its cold grip. Atropos was slowed by Chen and with no more defenses, sapped some life from Rooftrellen, who had little to spare. But Yurnero spun in a flurry of damage and Atropos was shredded, leaving his life with a blood-curdling scream. Axe and Magnus were soldiering on when the called the retreat, and disappeared behind the Frozen Throne.
“Kardel, what are these magics you have found!?” exclaimed Chen gleefully.
“The behemoth that Zeus spoke to us about, I found his lair. And after the goblins fused a great axe and a sword together to form this, the Black King Bar, I knew I could slay the beast alone. This shield is called the Aegis of the Immortal and I am unkillable with it in my possession! In an unbelievable stroke of luck I found another of these magical runes, and it doubled my rifle’s damage.” explained Kardel.
“Well you have surely saved this day for us.” proclaimed the battered Chen.

Rooftrellen brought them back to reality. “We must destroy the Frozen Throne!!”
And with that, Yurnero lay his ward of healing down, and all the injuries to the heroes started healing. They quickly started to attack the last two towers guarding the Frozen Throne. One went down, but the spawning creeps had built up, and the wholely rejuvenated Axe and Magnus rushed back onto the scene. With Chen distracted he did not see Magnus approach him with a blood lust in his hands. He once again used Reverse Polarity and Chen was broken by the impact, hanging on by a thread. With another mighty swing of his halberd Magnus mercilessly decapitated Chen, their leader had fallen!

Rooftrellen was overcome with rage and was battling intently with Axe, who had such a high level of armor that his attacks seemed useless. Yurnero fell to Axe’s Culling Blade, his body shattering on impact. Rooftrellen was fading and was now the focus of both remaining enemies, but Kardel kept his icy bullets coming from a distance. Axe was getting hurt but he sensed Rooftrellen would soon be dead, which was not untrue. Rooftrellen’s armor fading and he had little mana left. He attacked with his mighty fists but Axe and Magnus’ might combined was too much, and the great tree fell to his knees as Axe swung his blade for the killing blow…

Light… blinding. Wind icy. Torment, in screams. Are they mine? Rooftrellen had resigned himself to death, but when he opened his eyes he saw Puck! Newly revived and devastating as usual, he left a swathe of damage all around him, letting loose an Arctic Blast, and then a fiery one right after, silencing, injuring… Kardel had one of his massive slugs ready as he sensed an imminent retreat. Puck had arrived in time to see Rooftrellen to safety. The treant was recovering nearby next to a tree, invisible but to his allies. Magnus blasted Kardel and Puck with his energy wave, and Kardel was by now severely injured. He sent his exploding shrapnel raining down on Axe and Magnus and this did enough for Magnus to turn back to heal. “Perfect.” But Axe was upon him sensing his plan. He desperately flung himself at Kardel, but failed to notice the advancing Rooftrellen. Rooftrellen materialized right next to Axe, and swung his fists down upon him with devastating blows. Kardel was on the floor, beaten almost into submission…

“If I can just… reach… my rifle…” and he extended his broken arm toward his trusty gun, which had the deadly Assassinating slug loaded, ready to fire. He took up a stealth Sniper position, prone on the ground and saw that Magnus, who had been maimed by one of Yurnero’s blades, was struggling to reach his fountain. Kardel rested his eye against his scope, sighed out his breath, steeled his hands, and fired…

The behemoth that was Magnus exploded with the force of the dying Sniper’s last shot, and this left but one. Axe. He was on his knees before Rooftrellen and Puck, still arrogant and confrontational even in the face of defeat. Rooftrellen clasped his great hands together, and swung one more hammer blow onto the back of his rival, snapping it. Allowing for no pain, no scream. Only an instant death.

Conclusion

The final guard tower fell to Puck, Kardel, and Rooftrellen. Now nothing stood in their way. They busied themselves with the destruction of the throne, and the more damage they did, the more the Throne seemed to tremble, almost in fear.
And as they were about to land the final blow, they caught a glimpse of light from the defiled fountain of life. They looked on at the sullen figures of Atropos, Ish’kafel, and Azgalor. They knew they were too late. They had failed. They set out on the charge but the Frozen Throne crumbled, a screech coming from the rapidly dying form of the Lich King as his icy tomb crumbled around him, sending him to nothingness.

As they rejoiced among each other, and their creeps danced in delight, a booming voice sounded once more.
“Heroes indeed friends! Heroes indeed.”

And now they are asleep again. In an animated slumber. Their wounds healed. Their victories and losses forgotten. Until the day they are called upon again, to do battle in The Defense of the Ancients.

*END*
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