One of the creatures most drawn to the great clockwork cities of man was the Gnome. Most Gnomes that is, Sprocko Gearwedge hadn't been in a city of man for 75 years since he aided in the sapping of an old flying fortress. He had fought in the war to bring unity to the two groups but after watching most of his "family" butchered by human mercenaries, he tended to either hunt them or stay away from humans entirely. He had his traveling pack on and his rifle slung over his shoulder. He hadn't been making enough time to get to the city on time, he was on a mission and didn't intend to be late. He had received word about a month ago that there was a young artificer living in Stillworth and he had intended to meet this woman, tonight. Events would step in the way but who could actually believe that there was going to be a massive werewolf here in the middle of the forest?
It was slow going but he had covered a lot of ground this last month. Artificers commonly travel so he had to make sure that this woman didn't get a second more than necessary to leave. This night he had been lucky enough to be carrying his latest invention, it was an arcane device that would prove invaluable on this particular night. This device, 6 small spheres that could be used in coordination with his telekinetic abilities to disable an opponent. He had been somewhat stumbling his way through these woods, obviously not being familiar with them, that's when the howl pierced the sky only 40 meters away, a series of events began unfolding rapidly.
It was time for the old warrior in this small Gnome to regain its original flame and love of war.