The Draconic Overlord
"Overlord" speech
"Dragon" speech
A/N hey guys got the idea when playing Skyrim with summoning spells thought why not! will add Tamriel content and harem candidates later. please read and review thanks
The Overlord is born Bored
Gnarl sighed at the coups of his latest Trainee. This one lasted all but a week before dying a horrible gruesome death. Gnarl walked away as the Browns striped the corps and the reds burned the corpus. This was the 80th trainee since the last overlord died from gnomic assassination. Gnarl shuddered what a way for an overlord to go died at the hand of midgets with funny hats!
Luckily all the minions had decided to stay put this time so when they got an overlord (lady) he (or she) could go start to conquering all they surveyed. Gnarl missed the bad old days he always did in between Overlords. The last one had optional but as always when the lowered their guard Good things happens.
Gnarl walked into the throne room and beheld his last ditch desperate action. The tower heart (repaired and enhanced by the previous Overlord) was in the center of a mystic summoning pentagram which would reach out throughout reality for one with the ability to be Overlord. Gnarl nodded at the Blues and the Tower heart shined with Evil energy as the pentagram lit up in response. Gnarl let off an Evil laugh as he felt a tug on the outer end. Evil always finds away
Skyrim
Dovahkiin was bored and any sane (or insane) being in Skyrim knew that a bored Dovahkiin is a very scary thing. He had killed Alduin, slew Miraak, stopped the vampire menace, built the biggest mansion in Skyrim, Harbinger of the companions, Arch mage, and head of the thieves' guild, collected every Daedric artifact, kicked the Stormcloaks and the Thalmor out of Skyrim, mastered the Dragon language with Paarthurnax, and killing any dragon stupid enough to challenge him.
Unfortunately very few did challenge him nowadays; having done so many quests to help people he had solved almost every problem in Skyrim at least once. Resting his armored back against the dragon word stone at the throat of the world he contemplated leaving Skyrim his friends and companions could hold Skyrim together if he left… hopefully. Where would he go he wondered briefly?
"Ah Dovahkiin, a pleaser as always " Rumbled Paarthurnax friendly "what brings you to my humble home" "The usual old friend I seek wisdom" Shouted Dovahkiin a smile on his face ( even if it was under a dragon plate helm) "I am considering leaving Skyrim on a trip, I wanted to consult with you first before deciding" Paarthurnax did the dragon equivalent of chuckling "ah Dovahkiin do you truly believe that the ancient nation of Skyrim cannot last without you?" wordlessly Dovahkiin nodded his head. This time the ancient dragon laughed hard his laughter reverberating throughout out the entire mountain "To be fair I lost count how many times I have saved Skyrim" Replied Dovahkiin offhandedly.
Paarthurnax looked at the young warrior with a mixture of Respect and sadness, he has done more in a few years then most do in a life time. And he knew that the time had come, Skyrim had taught him all it could so it was time for him to move on.
A glowing blue light startling both man and dragon, Paarthurnax knew what it was having seen it once before so long ago. "Dovahkiin, this is what you are waiting for Beyond this light is the biggest challenge you will ever face, go forth Skyrim has become too small for you." Dovahkiin nodded and looked into the light gate a grin lighting his face an old familiar feeling of excitement swelling up in his heart. "Here I go again FOR LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT" he yelled jumping into the portal vanishing from sight.
Dovahkiin felt like he was falling for a long time long enough for him to grow briefly bored falling though a blue abyss was interesting for the first few minutes but after that not really ( what can he say he is used to excitement). Then suddenly his journey came to an abrupt end as he went through another portal and his feet hit the ground hard.
After a brief rest Dovahkiin looked around warily the room was big dark stone pillars on either side of him above him was a crystal glowing with residual power must be what brought him here. Behind him was a blue lighting similar to the portal that brought him here and in front was a black throne backlit by magma he was possessed by a strong desire to sit on it. Shaking off that desire he finally noticed the short grey skinned creature in front of him. It looked like someone had taken a scamp shortened it then aged it by a couple hundred years then slapped a lantern on his back.
"By all that is Eivl it worked !"screamed the creature and as the scream echoed though out the hall more creatures looking similar to the first in a variety of colors ranging from brown to bright blue. They all screamed one word "OVERLORD" and cheering gathering around his feet. Well this is new most of the time when he meets demonic creatures they are not trying to kill not … they were worshiping him?
Composing itself (himself?) "Greetings my lord I am Gnarl minion master I am tasked with finding and training potential Overlords and you have what it takes." " what dose being Overlord entail" asked Dovahkiin noncommittally. "oh the usual causing death chaos mayhem conquering the world and killing any animal that is cute and fluffy" Dovahkiin nodded at Gnarls explanation considered briefly then asked the most impotent question he could think of "will there be loot" "yes master all the loot you could possible want and if you want more you can simply take it!" chuckled the old minion. Dovahkiin grinned evilly "sign me up"
"Shall we begin with a tour of Your Dark Domain sire?" Dovahkiin nodded. "excellent let's start with the foundations and forge" That last word got him excited one of his favorite pastimes in Skyrim was making and enchanting armor and weapons. He is (or was) the best smith and enchanter in Skyrim and perhaps maybe all of Tamriel on a good day. Stepping onto a floating stone dais floating him towards one of the caves on the separate from the tower he came from. As they approached a familiar heat of a forge grew and grew till the heat was barely bearable they landed and where greeted by a brown minion with a big hammer "sire, this is Giblet he is in charge of construction and forging" Giblet saluted with his hammer. Dovahkiin nodded in greeting and moved past him to see the most beautiful thing his evil self has ever seen an enormous smelter with an anvil and enchanting circle. He marveled at how it use the magma around it
Dovahkiin or rather Overlord Dovahkiin was having the time of his life learning the Overlording ropes it took him a week to fully forge his new armor a mix of Acranium, Ebony and Dragonplate into the strongest armor he had ever created. After learning how to add minions to the armor that functioned like soul gems he cackled evilly. Putting the final touches on his armor he took a step back to appreciate his handy work the armorer stood a whole foot taller than he was normally (Gnarl explained how Overlord armors adjust the wearer's size to fit) he had used Dragonplate as the base for it then he added an Ebony finish around the dragon plate to allow for freedom of movement and finally he added the rare and hard to work Acranium throughout the armor making it look like fiery veins of power. He added damage and magic resistance enchantments to the armor along with the traditional Overlord enchantments. His finishing touch was his helmet it looked like a traditional Black Overlord helm with Acranium veins and additional traditional Nordic horns on either side of his head.
Gnarl watched as the new Overlord donned his armor. Taking his place among the forces of evil that came before him, and if the way Giblet was drooling was any judge the Overlord had created an armor that put any before it to shame. "Well how does it …. Wait is this my voice" Dovahkiin asked eyes glowing a dangerous red glow ( that's new) "yes , it is your evilness a pervious Overlord had a unfortunately squeaky Voice and found that it was so much easier to rule with a terrifying voice." Dovahkiin nodded "I like it, let's move on what next?" "Next we should vest the minion hives my lord so you can learn to control them "Dovahkiin rubbed his hands together this is going to be goo…Evil
Dovahkiin was excited mastering minion manipulation was a huge change from his old days, back in Skyrim he had tried to learn conjuration magic but his summons mostly just tried to kill him instead of his enemy's. As he reached the hives gnarl explained the tribes and there purpose.
The first minion clan is the Browns he liked this clan the most they are close up brawlers tough strong and they love to cause chaos and mayhem ( much like their master) they also had like there master a love for looting the bodies of their enemy's
The second clan are the Reds essentially destruction mages that only use fire he was forcefully reminded of a certain Khajiit friend of his that loved blowing things up. He taught the Reds the flames spell so now they can spew fire as well
The 3rd clan is the Greens smell but stealth solders he could already thing of so many devious ways to use them for hilarious and deadly results.
The final clan is the Blues the healers of the minion clans that can resurrect fallen minions keeping them in the fight longer.
Dovahkiin grinned as he got the hang of controlling Minions now he enjoyed causing chaos himself but it just felt... cathartic watching browns bash thing red burn things and greens stab things. He was already planning how much carnage he could cause back home with 50 minions running around heck he could clear an entire dungeon without having to lift a finger! "Gnarl this alone is worth the price of admission" The freshly minted minion master gloated as he send a force of reds to burn some targets. "Glad you are enjoying yourself sire but we should move on to the spell room"
Said spell room was filled with blue lightning and floating stones that Gnarl explained had spells imprinted on them for ease of use. it seemed kind of overkill for him seeing as in Skyrim you only had to use a spell book to learn a spell he shrugged no skin off his bones if the previous overlords where a bit where found of overkill.
The first spell he learned was Evil Presence a spell that can bend minds to his will and unlike the Bend Will shout it was permanent. The second was the minion spell that allowed him to supercharge his minions for an attack or devour them for energy back ( he was sure that the second was unsanitary). Then he learned the Horde spell that strengthen his minions (that would come in handy). Gnarl tried to teach him the fireball spell but honestly Dovahkiin ignored that spell he was not very good at destruction magic (high novice level) but his spells could do more damage than that.
Finally Gnarl took him to that last room of his new domain the personal quarters which unlike the rest of the tower which was in good repair the personal quarters where in ruins what looked like scorch marks where all over it looked like someone had fired of an enormous combustion spell. "What happened here?" Gnarl's face lowered and a look of sadness and rage passed over his sequenced up features. "the last overlord had conquered the surface and united the world and was fair to his subjects better than the last empire at least and gnomes broken in and assassinated him and his mistress… well most of them" Gnarl explained sadly a trace of bitterness in his voice . "Most of them?" Dovahkiin said the question in his voice in answer Gnarl simply pointed in the upper corner of the room. Dovahkiin looked and saw a ghost of sorts floating there she looked hauntingly beautiful like an echo of something lost. She ( it was obvious it was a she from her ahhh perpotions) was much more corporal then any shade or ghost he had come into contact with, and her eyes where intelligent so she still had her consciousness . She looked at him soullessly for a moment then a expression of shock crossed her face and she ran( flew floated Dovahkiin never really categorized how ghosts move) deeper into the tower.
"That is the only survivor from the assignation of the pervious Overlord the ghost of Queen Fay" Gnarl said correctly guessing what his master was going to ask. "being a being of almost pure magic good and evil her essences can survived after her bodies demise but … no one else did she never said or reacted to anyone before you."
Dovahkiin was known as many things among them were being called a Bleeding heart he always helped people with sob stores just who he was. Combine that and a lust for a challenge led to the inevitable "Quest accepted" and before Gnarl could say anything Dovahkiin walked off towards where Queen Fay had vanished. Gnarl simply stared after his new master his evil mind working and came up with the wrong conclusion that turns out to be prophetic "looks like we will have to expand the private rooms , not that that's a bad thing "he mused as he walked down the steps to the thorn room to prepare for the Overlords campaign of conquest.