Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord, only the original characters and in later chapters original magics and locations
NB: Also please note that as I'm from the UK I'm using the British spelling of words. e.g. USA "Armor", UK "Armour"
12/8/13 AN: Went back and made some alterations to this chapter. I intend to make some changes to the other chapters within the next week.
A tall and imposing figure stood atop the snow-covered hill overlooking a small village, a war hammer resting between his hands. He rolled his shoulders to ensure his chain-mail sat comfortably beneath his heavy plated armour. The village burned a beautiful orange as the people ran around screaming, and being slaughtered by an army of strange creatures that appeared to be related to the long extinct gremlins and were composed of four tribes. He came not to save the village, but merely to watch it burn. No help would come as the village lay over a week's travel by carriage from Nordberg, the largest of the villages in this mountainous region.
Four of the strange gremlin like beasts walked up and stood by his side, each were old and greying, but their skin still showed which tribe they belonged too. The one that stood on his left was a greying brown, with a hunched back and garbed in thick cloth and had a strange glowing stone dangling from a fishing rod strapped to his back, and stubbly beard of grey. Next to the brownish one stood a being whose skin once appeared to be red, with twisted ram horns growing from its head, although the left one was broken, had a weakly glowing yellow stomach a had a thin tail, which ended in a flat spade shape and wore only a simple pair of pants.
These two answered to the names Gnarl and Pyre, Gnarl was the oldest living of the brown-skinned tribe and the oldest of all the creatures, whilst Pyre was the oldest of the red-skinned tribe and was actually the youngest of the four.
On the armoured man's right stood a greying green-skinned creature with short bony spikes protruding from the ridges that served as its eyebrows and its jaw line, which had fierce claws on its hands and a thick lizard like tail, clad in a simple tunic. This green-skinned being was known as Snake. Whilst on the far right stood the oldest member of the blue-skinned tribe, Mortis, the blues are a tribe that had webbed hands and feet and like the greens had strong tails. The blues also have gills suggesting a dual respiratory system for an amphibious life style and ears that are webbed in appearance. Mortis wore black robes with a hood drawn over his head.
All these tribes had two things in common. They were known as Minions, and they all served a single being. Someone who is feared as an Overlord.
Gnarl turned to the armoured man.
"As much as I enjoy seeing you expand on your empire, Sire. Especially so brutally, I hate to beg the question. Why here? There are other places that are more valuable that we could have taken over."
"Gnarl'ss right you know. Why thiss place?" Came the slightly hissing voice of Snake. "My Lord."
The man drew in a sigh, then spoke in the gruffness his Minions had noticed from the ash inhalation he had suffered months ago. "I've had told you all more than once that I'm an Empath, one who has the ability to sense and understand completely another's emotions." Upon receiving a nod, he continued, but not before his burning orange eyes saw Mortis muttering in the way he does which means he is communicating long-distance to a fellow blue. "I sensed an all-encompassing emotion over this village. The entire village is quivering in fear, but not about us, or those foolish enough to defy us. They fear something else more…and hate it. Something…or maybe someone has struck fear into them." The Overlord turns to Mortis, "and perhaps the Blues have found a candidate?"
The other Minions turned to the ancient blue, "Aye, they have," Mortis answered in the gurgling manner common in his tribe. "But you won't like it, Sire. I doubt even Gnarl would find the answer pleasant." That got a curious look from the Overlord and the other three minions. Violence and misery was like their bread and butter. "We should head into the village. It will be easier to show you than explaining it."