Isho: This is a retelling of the first Overlord with the Raising Hell expansion pack. This is how I view the story or wanted it to be so if you don't like it you can kiss my ass. Warning: contains quotes from the game.
I don't own the people who made the game but I do own a copy of the game. And I wuv it so.
I redid this chapter and will re-do every one so i can finally finish it and get on with the other fics. i will notify anyone who subscribed for an alert or favorited it whenever I update it. enjoy the remake.
The Tower shook as the massive armies raided and destroyed it. Another massive stone gets released from the catapult and blast's it's way through the veranda, ricocheting past me and into the wall. If I survive this I would make it so that no one could rise against me again. I raise my sword and parried another blow from the Paladin's sword.
More "Heroes" were joining the fight against me as their men stood around and watched. Damn, two of them were enough fucking trouble let alone seven! Most of my minions were dead by now so it was getting harder to fight. I wince as an arrow went through my arm making blood spurt out the back along with it. Fucking elves! I pull my mace off my back and turn to the nearest person. Before the Wizard can dodge or block I hurl it at him with all my strength and it hits him square on the forehead with a crunching thunk. The force of the blow sends him careening out of a hole and plummeting to his death.
Throwing my mace left me open and distracted, which meant I was too slow to block the hammer blow to my back, breaking several ribs. I wheeze and look around for any more minions to help me, none. They were probably all dead, or with Gnarl. Probably for the best, there wouldn't be enough to help out and I want them to live on just in case.
Nonetheless, I'm taking more than one with me. I swing my sword at one of the midgets, I think it was the Halfling but only manage to graze his arm, flinging the drops of blood onto the floor. Damn it, I refuse to die with only one hero dead! My breath leaves me as an arrow lodges itself into my stomach. I rip it out quickly and pull out my axe. Time to give it my all.
I summon a large ball of fire and throw it where the Elf and the Dwarf huddled together. They barely get out of the way, but have to bat the flames out of their clothes. The Paladin and the Halfling rush at me, giving mighty battle cries. I dodge them and kick the runt across the room, and into the on looking crowd. Alas, I was distracted again and the Dwarf had snuck up on me again and swung his hammer at my knee. The joint snap backwards and I crumple, growling out a string of curses. Sweat rolls into my eyes and I can barely make out the Paladin walking up to me, raising his sword then bringing it down.
Master's head is cloven in two, body convulsing until it dissipates into a violent storm of dust that is soon blown out to the elements. All that was left was the Master's twisted, bloodied armor and weapons. The Paladin turns to the rest of the crowd and addresses them in a voice that echoes across the wasted tower for all to hear.
"We have defeated the demon! We are now free of his dark rein!"
Applause and cheers break out. They stop as their saviors address them again.
"The battle was long and we have lost many, but their sacrifices were not in vain! Now, good people, take back what he stole from us! Go, and take what you can, for peace is upon us again!"
There is another uproar as everyone scatters and starts to dismantle and destroy what they can of the former dark tower. A few people try to take the armor and weapons, but the Elf stops them.
"No, the aura of evil is most prevalent on these. It would be wise to leave them to rust."
I and three other minions lurk in the shadows and watch as our beloved Lord's dark tower was desecrated by the filthy flesh creatures. Not wanting to get caught, or see any more, I urge the minions into the spawning pits. Hopefully, the dank mustiness will lift our spirits and hide us from the ransacking armies. We will wait for our Lord there.