Noble Blood
Prologue!
There was something to be said for YGGDRASIL's twelve years of operation.
As a Deep-Dive Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game, or DMMO-RPG, it held the distinct title of being one of the few who's customization and player freedoms reached into levels unseen for something of it's scale and it had kept the player base for much of it's life. Now, it would end, as the Developers, or the Shitty Devs as the player base liked to call them, announced the Servers shut down earlier in the week.
For many, that meant it was time to pack up, sign on or off, delete characters, various methods of accepting this eventuality. Any Guilds who cared to had probably signed in and sat in their meeting rooms, reminiscing among the members who remained, solo or small group players getting in their last adventure against the deadline that would mark the end of an age for the DMMO-RPG community.
For one particular player, however, whom was currently residing in a dark, torch lit cave surrounded by various treasure chest filled to the brim, and some even overflowing, with wealth across all planes. From rare crafting materials, to expensive gemstones of various purity and sizes, to large amounts of gold.
It was a hoard fit for a thriving magical kingdom, dozens of chests full, the gold glimmered in the flickering light of the torches around the spacious cavern, red and green fabrics hung down from the "ceiling" of the room. Adorned with the emblem with of a sword enveloped by three sets of Bat's wings around it, giving it the appearance of a Seraphim, or dark parody of the Angelic species given the bat wings.
It was the personal sigil of the being sitting atop the luxurious throne at the furthest end of the cavern. This individual was a particular sort of player, like many others, he waited for the end of YGGDRASIL in his own special way.
He'd posted on the forums that his entire wealth was for the taking, all anyone need do was defeat him and plunder it after his defeat. A final challenge to any and all who'd answer it.
So far? The man was so disappointed he'd have sighed loudly enough to bring the cave down around him if it would break the ceaseless waiting for something, someone, to come upon him and issue their challenge.
Five attempts had been made now, three had been solo-players of level equal to him, Humans, of course, looking to slay the "Dark monster", they'd been good and fought well in each account, but hardly the world ending duel the man on the throne had wanted. The fourth attempt was by a party of five players, levels varying from upper 70s to lower 90s. They'd fought savagely, without care, but with enough tactic to force the now bored host to actually pull out all his tricks to ensure his victory and they fell.
The fifth attempt had been a solo player of level 82.
Eighty-Two. Against a Level One-Hundred?! Solo! The sheer dumb nerve of the player had almost been charming, and in YGGDRASIL, level gaps weren't the end all be all definition of a battle, but the more levels you had, the more skills and stats you had access to.
And the fool had learned that Eighteen levels was a gap one did not get forgiven for when the wealth of a small guild was on the line.
The being upon the throne had even gone as far as to un-equip his God level items, dismissing glimmering, black and red armor, heavily enchanted dragon leather and his Unholy Sword, replacing it instead with Mid-Level armor, though "armor" was a misleading term, the armor was little more than a black breastplate over a red long sleeved shirt.
With his almost casual pants and boots, he looked more like a Low level Fencer than the real "Lord of Vampires" he was, but that had been the point. His fifth challenger was so underwhelming he didn't want to overwhelm them and instead tried to make the gear a little more less to balance it out.
His Unholy Sword had even been replaced with a custom forged black Katana, a weapon more suitable for a swordsman of level upper-mid level, than a max leveled Vampire Warrior.
And despite these handicaps, the fool had been bested almost agonizingly easily.
Now, with only a scant few minutes left before the world around them was gone, the man on the throne was bored...And disappointed.
"Five years of my life," he drawled, rising from his throne and waving his arm aside slamming a pale, black clacked fist into the throne with the beginnings of a snarl on his lips. "And this is how it ends? A final battle against a fool...?"
It was disappointing, so very disappointing.
All that he'd accomplished, all he'd gained and ground almost of his free time for after hours of working himself to near death IRL was for this disappointing end to a game that had become almost as real as his REAL life?
"Well," He muttered to himself, glancing down at his fist, which had done a whopping 0 damage against his throne. "Real life is disappointing, why shouldn't this one be any different?"
His Username was Old Tepes IV, and he was a member of the Heteromorphic race known as Vampires, and being a Heteromorphic Race player, had faced blatant "racism" during the life of the game, since Human players received no penalty for killing them, there were whole guilds dedicated to "eradicating" the other races, it was an interesting dynamic, really, one Old Tepes had indulged in for the sheer challenge.
As he'd grown stronger, died and lost levels, regained them and moved his classes about to and fro, experimented, he'd risen to level 100 and had stayed so for close to a year now. His defeats reserved to duels against players he approached or approached him, becoming something of a renowned Duelist within the Community, he'd even earned the respect of some of the higher tier Human players, joy.
At least, he supposed, Old will have "died" in this life as an undefeated legendary Vampire.
Is that really a comfort? Old Tepes thought as he glanced up at the ceiling of the cavern containing all his wealth. I suppose it will have to be, I can't change it now.
He glanced at the timer at the corner of his HUD. It read 0:21 until Server shut down. "It's been a good second life, YGGDRASIL," He said aloud to the game itself. "I'm going to miss you." Call him sentimental, but one didn't dedicate their free time to a game this long and not grow attached.
The Timer ticked on, and Old sat back down, closing his eyes. He'd be forced to log out and return to RL, from there, he'd need his customary five hours of sleep and go to work. Resuming his cycle of life without the comfort of YGGDRASIL when he got out of it.
Somehow, that made his heart heavier than he'd ever admit. "Maybe I am depressed." He muttered with dry humor and leaned back against his throne. "What a pain."
0:00.
Then, his closed eyes opened... And Old Tepes wasn't back in his apartment like he'd thought.
"...Interesting."
He would end up thinking that would be the most appropriate response to a situation many would consider "Impossible" and "unachievable without some serious drugs". But then, life IS stranger than fiction, is it not?
End of Prologue.
Now, this isn't really going to be some super serious attempt at writing some ground breaking fanfiction that'll receive high praise and awards for...Stuff? Iunno, it was mostly because I like Overlord, and Goblin Slayer is such a bloody treat. (Getit, because there's lots of-Baaah, you get it!) And I thought "I should cross that over", why? Because damnit I want to!
Ahem! Now, this is about an OC, and not one connected to Big Bone Daddy Ainz, as I realise that seems to be a thing, instead we're following this OC of mine, and because what does Goblin slayer need if not more blood? More blood drinking of course! Anyways, I'll appreciate your thoughts on this likely to be dumpster fire in the making, but if I make past chapter 6 (A lot of my muse seems to die there, really) Then I'll reward myself with a cookie.
So, here's the obligatory information concerning Ol' Tepes, he is level 100 and by Overlord's stats that basically makes him a God, even in the New World, in Goblin Slayer he'd probably be considered on par with a walking catastrophe waiting to happen. Fun!
Name: Old Tepes VI
Race/Levels: Vampire - 10
High Vampire - 10
Class/Levels: Warrior - 15
Swordsmaster - 10
Unholy Sword Wielder - 5
Alchemist - 10
Poison Maker - 5
Blacksmith - 10
Weaponsith - 5
Noble Vampire - 10
Vampire Prince - 5
Lord of Vampires - 5
These are the basics for what makes Old Tepes what he is, I took a few liberties with the classes and race, since I didn't know if there were any other Vampire race levels other than Vampire, Lesser Vampire, and True, plus Origin, so, I decided to go with High Vampire. As for his special classes, Lord of Vampires and Unholy Sword Wielder, well, I might shed some light on those classes later!
That said, if I missed anything (Bar a lot of details in my writing!) Feel free to ask about it via PM or Review, I shall answer what I can. Oh, and yes, this story will have a few OCs, as for the inclusion of other Players, I dunno, I shall have to think on it!
Until next time.