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The year is 2138, the year where YGGDRASIL, the most popular DMMORPG that was once considered the best of its time, would shut down permenantly.
When it was first released, YGGDRASIL was far, far ahead of its time compared to other DMMORPGs, from the immense customization the game allowed players to have, to the countless species and races the player could choose to play as.
During its first few years, players generally classified certain races under three categories: Humanoid, Demi-Human, and Heteromorphic. It was also a general rule at the time that playing as a Heteromorph was basically just asking to get PKed all the time due to how seriously most players took their role-playing, causing heteromorph players to be a rare sight.
That changed when the World Champion of Álfheimr known as "Touch-Me" started up a guild of his own called "The Nine's Own Goal," which included the precursors for the more infamous guild that would come to be known as "Ainz Ooal Gown," led by Momonga, an Overlord Lich that, with his guildmates, gained 11 World Items, the most any guild has ever had at any point in time.
This of course led to some self-righteous guilds to try and take down Ainz Ooal Gown, the most notable attempt being when a practical army raided "The Great Tomb of Nazarick," Ainz Ooal Gown's base of operations, and still failed. Though the forums for YGGDRASIL blew up with rumors and awe-struck players who thought Ainz Ooal Gown may be an unbeatable guild, one question remains to this day:
"If it's called the Great Tomb of Nazarick, and no guild member of Ainz Ooal Gown is named 'Nazarick,' then who's Nazarick?"
Nobody has bothered to answer that question yet, and it seems no one ever will...
Ainz Ooal Gown, hated as it may be, had some allies and friends in other Heteromorphic Guilds that helped it out in certain raids and PvP matches from time to time, one such guild was named "Mondain's Shadow," after the Archmage from the Ultima series.
Though it was primarily an Orcish/Goblinoid dominated guild, there were some undead and dragonoid players, all of whom unfortunately quit the game, leaving one single man playing as a Great Goblin all alone to play and screw around in the guild's base of operations, "Orthanac," a mine that resembled more of the halls of Moria or Goblin Town rather than the infamous tower of Saruman from The Lord of The Rings.
This player, who was named Deimos, was a pale-skinned Great Goblin.
Though normal Goblins were smaller, punier, and generally smarter versions of their cousins the Orcs, Hobgoblins like Deimos were much more different.
Hobgolbins were large, putrid-green, beastial creatures that were far more bulkier than the usual Goblin or Orc, being either hugely muscular or grotesquely obese, and their pupils being nothing more than snake-like slits. They also had strange, bulbous toad-like heads with thick tusks, jagged and sensitive ears, wolf-like noses, and even a large pair of bull-like horns. [1]
Great Goblins were like Hobgoblins, but even bigger and more intimidating than them, and were always muscular and in control, causing most Players to believe they were always melee oppenents that didn't use magic because of the immense stat boosts and bonuses Great Goblins got for physical classes.
Deimos used this stereotype and bent it to his advantage, having his Great Goblin character instead be an Archmage first and then a Warlord, even going as far as to have his character focus more on being a magician rather than an actual warrior despite his previous levels in the Warlord class that he used to rely on before becoming a Great Goblin.
So it came as no surprise that he dressed in refined and smooth Divine-Class robes with vermillion colors and golden highlights that boosted his magic and engineering classes rather than a typical "Dark Lord" armor set.
"Ah... How unfortunate," Deimos sighed as he idled around the mines, passing by patrolling goblins and orcs, "Does nobody else really care about what'll happen to Mondain's Shadow?" he asked to himself, wondering why nobody else came online in the final hours.
So many hours were spent building this guild and its treasury up and for what? To just abandon it all in the final hours of YGGDRASIL? Deimos thought to himself, mulling over the countless raids and arguments his guildmates would go through to gain the 5 World Items they had gained.
Well, I do suppose they have better things to do with their life than playing some game that's dying anyways, Deimos reasoned to himself as he walked across a wooden plank and came up to his guild's symbol, the Crown of Baramos.
Named for the Archfiend from Dragon Quest 3, this Guild Item, like many others, was extremely powerful and absolutely priceless. If the Crown was ever broken, the guild would be dissolved and a tag would be attached to the guild members' name as a shame marker of sorts until they could rebuild their guild.
Huh. The Crown of Baramos. It was made for the Goblin King, but nobody really claimed to be that, the Great Goblin mused as he took the Crown. It was a wonderfully crafted crown, with white mithril and blue adamantium making a beautiful alloy of Valorite, and ornate magic jewels of every kind set in the rim of the crown. [2]
Well, since I was the guildmaster, and no one else is here, I suppose I might as well take it, Deimos decided as he grabbed the crown and set it on his head, ... If I'm gonna pretend to be a king, I might as well go all the way and sit on the throne as well, he decided as he made his way across seemingly unstable wooden walkways and planks that, by reality, shouldn't be safe enough to use as ways to travel, but this was YGGDRASIL afterall, so certain things could be ignored.
Making his way to the center of the great mines, Deimos saw that around the throne stood two Orcs and a Mage.
One of the Orcs was small, pale, and sickly, with a crippled arm and leg. Though this Orc was deformed in one or another from head to toe, Gothmog was certainly someone who wasn't to be triffled with, having killed at least 153 Players in the past and being fully levelled all the way to 100. Whoever made this one seemed to be referencing both the Orc and the Balrog from Tolkien's work at the same time when they were making him.
The other Orc was large, greenish, muscular, and intimidating. Though he may appear to be much stronger than Gothmog, Bolg was barely Level 70... He was pretty much just a prototype for Azog, but since the Player that was in charge of making Azog quit, that NPC never got made. Just like Gothmog, Bolg was another Orc from Tolkien's works.
The Mage was the last one, and was the only "Human" of the three. His name was Tybevriat Varn, the Lord of the Mists, and he, like Gothmog, was max level as well, though he was a magician rather than a fighter. Unlike the Orcs, Tybevriat's design was apparantly taken from Ultima Online's Evil Mage Lord, and his name was one that his maker had randomly made up during his creation.
Huh. Poor Bolg, he's the only one who isn't Level 100, Deimos mused as he sat down on the lofty throne the three guarded.
Well, this is it. In a few more minutes,YGGDRASIL will close. What a pity, Deimos laughed slightly, If only YGGDRASIL had single-player mode... Or maybe there's a mod out there that'll let me do that, or I can make my own server... Ah... So many ideas, so little time. I wonder what I'll do now that my favorite passtime is gone...
He watched as the time ticked on from 23:59:57...
23:59:58...
23:59:59...
I suppose this is goodbye for now YGGDRASIL. Until we meet again in YGGDRASIL II, if that ever comes out... Deimos mused as he closed his eyes, ready to go back to the real world and the inevitable factory he has to return to for work.
00:00:01...
Wait, what?
Deimos blinked. He was still here? How? Why?
Huh... What is that smell? Deimos thought, looking around. From his throne, he saw the formerly quiet and empty mines of Orthanac become a bustling city with Goblins and Orcs running around left and right. That horrible smell must be the combined stench the city had from hosting so many of these creatures.
That can't be right. YGGDRASIL II isn't scheduled to come out in at least 3 years, so why is YGGDRASIL still on? And why are so many Goblins and Orcs running around? Deimos mused, looking to his sides.
His three guards, Bolg, Gothmog, and Tybevriat, noticed him and immediately kneeled.
"Do you need anything my Lord?" Tybevriat's mouth moved as he spoke...
Deimos blinked, "Er... Yes, yes there is. What is the status of our military, infrastructure, mining operations, and spawning pits?" he noted the deep tone his voice carried, and how he could feel his mouth moving.
Gothmog spoke up, "'Herre are at lesat ashdred tosand Goblins, dubty tosand Orcs, agh gahkteen tosand Trolls vo danty, but olny dubty hjacks parccent of dem are arrmedd with the uausl equapmant, meeb Goth." [3]
(There are at least 100,000 Goblins, 20,000 Orcs, and 13,000 Trolls on duty, but only 25% of them are armed with the usual equipment, my Lord.)
Deimos noticed the language which Gothmog spoke in, but for some odd reason, he could understand him. How odd... I suppose I'll just get used to it in time.
Bolg spoke up as well, "The carratan vakhols agh paareths are starel, but dem vill corrapse erenvally. Me recollend remising dem with stone and vaking an 'ore derined merea for the bawning, biritary, agh miffing mereas, meeb Goth."
(The current walkways and paths are stable, but they will collapse eventually. I recommend rebuilding them with stone and making a more defined area for the spawning, military, and living areas, my Lord.)
Deimos could not help but feel slightly confused as to how the hell he could understand such an alien language. It was foreign to him, yet he managed to understand somehow...
Tybevriat finally spoke up, and thankfully, he spoke in English, "The Miners have discovered a gigantic deposit of Mithril and Adamantium in your mountains, however, we unforunately lack the tools needed to extract and refine those materials into something useful. As for the spawning pits, I believe we are just about reaching 10,000,000 Goblins, 40,000 Orcs, 20,000 Trolls, and 500 Wargs."
Deimos relaxed into his throne. It seems that his NPCs were still loyal to him for now if they haven't attacked or insulted him yet, and Orthanac seemed to have not gone under any sort of negative changes. Although he wasn't too sure how so many Goblins and Orcs came up, nor how Wargs started to spawn here as well...
"Hm, interesting. Thank you for reminding me of that. Bolg! I want you to scout and learn what you can about our immediate surroundings. Engage with anyone that strikes you as easy or peaceful, and do not do so with those who may attack you on sight. Only fight and kill if you are attacked first," Deimos told Bolg, who immediately saluted him and ran down to gather his scouting force.
"Good, good... Now Gothmog," Deimos turned his attention to Gothmog.
"Yub meeb Goth?" Gothmog raised his deformed head at his Lord.
(Yes my Lord?)
"I've had a little epiphany lately, and I think that starting now, you will make Orcish armor custom smithed for the fighter's needs and fighting style, with custom-tailored leather armor underneath to help reinforce the fighter. Understood?"
"Yub meeb Goth! It mal be daln!" Gothmog limped off to the forgery areas to relay the order.
(Yes my Lord! It shall be done!)
"That should help reinforce the little amount of troops we have... Tybevriat," Deimos adressed Tybevriat now.
"Yes my Lord?" Tybevriat patiently awaited his command.
"Tell me, the Spawning Pits usually spawn Goblins, Orcs, and Trolls, yes?" Deimos slowly concocted a plan in his mind.
"Of course my Lord," Tybevriat promptly answered.
"And they can also spawn Wargs, which are essentially oversized wolves that can be used as horses, yes?" Deimos inquired.
"Yes, they are starting to do that as well, though I would humbly wish to remind you that Wargs are more like rabid wolves rather than normal wolves; they'll eat anything and anyone if they are not put in their place and domesticated," Tybevriat answered.
"Ah yes, well, I was merely making a comparison. Either way, I would like to ask you this: can the Spawning Pits create Dragons?" Deimos asked.
"Dragons?" Tybevriat looked off in thought, "Well, I suppose the best our Mojokii- our normal mages, can do is create a smaller Drake. Granted, it'd be easier to tame and ride, and it would still be able to fly and breath fire, but Drakes are easier to kill and are much, much weaker than normal Dragons. As for our Mojoka- our best wizards, could create a Dragon, and I myself could easily create a Greater Dragon, but the beast would take up a lot of space in the pits. To put it in practical words my Lord, if it's normally evil, and the Mage presiding over the ritual is strong enough, pretty much anything can be made. From Mongbats to Succubi to Giants, if it's evil and the Mage is strong, it can be made."
"Hm, I see," Deimos stroked his long chin, "You say we can make anything? Then how about this? Focus most of the Mojokii on making Mongbats or other small creatures that can act as our spies, and you yourself along with the Mojoka will focus on making Trolls and Wargs, and try adding natural armor too, so that they don't die as easily. Also, have some Goblins who are literate and capable of writing go and draw a map of the mines and post them in various places."
"As you command my Lord," Tybevriat nodded, "But may I ask, why are you making all of these orders all of a sudden? You seemed to be content allowing Orthanac to do as it pleases just now."
Oh great... The question that I hoped to avoid comes up right as the last guy's leaving... Deimos sweated as he racked up an excuse, "Well Tybevriat, I've had an epiphany as I said with Gothmog earlier."
"An epiphany?" Tybevriat seemed confused.
"Yes, I've decided just now that I'm mighty tired of all these Humans, Elves, and Dragons walking all over us Goblins and Orcs just because we're 'primitive' and 'savage.' As I was thinking about this little dilemma, I reached a point where I realized something... My brain, it had so many ideas and ways to triumph over our nemesis, and I decided it was high time the Goblins started taking things into their hands," Deimos paused, thinking a little bit more on his lie, "And to do that, I decided it's high time that I start pushing Orthanac towards progress, and towards what I call 'Science,' where we will strive for knowledge and greater power, where we'll strive for a greater military, where we'll strive for a greater understanding of Magic, where we'll strive for a culture more advanced and logical than anyone else's! And when that is all out of the way, I will see if I can take over these lands in a cultured and peaceful manner, shaming the violent Humans and stubborn Elves even more... Does that answer your question?"
Tybevriat nodded his head furiously, "I see, I see! What a wonderful goal to strive for my Lord! Truly awe-inspiring!"
Thank GOD. He didn't see through my lie... Though he's now expecting me to fulfill that... Ah well. At least I have the option for peace, Deimos sighed.
"You flatter me, Tybevriat. But you can gain my favor even more if you follow my orders," Deimos laughed at the shocked expression on Tybevriat's face, "And while you're at it, send some aerial spies to assist Bolg in his scouting party. Oh, and do remind me how to create life from a Spawning Pit. I want to make something sometime."
"As you say, as it will be!" Tybevriat turned and rushed to follow his new orders.
Ah... Deimos sank into his throne, Thank every God that's listening that's finally over! Now then...
What do I do now?
[1]: When thinking of Hobgoblins, look at the Goblins from the animated The Hobbit film... No, not the live-action version with Azog the Defiler.
[2]: Valorite here is an alloy made up of Mithril and Adamantium. The leather types from Ultima Online are also here as well...
[3]: The Goblins/Orcs/Trolls have a language of their own they might speak in at times (with subtitles of course.) It's based off of one of Ultima Online's RPing Guilds the Bloodclan. They have their own website and obviously their own language and ranks, so I based some of YGGDRASIL's Orcish culture off of them since the New World's Orcs aren't seen a lot and Goblins... Well, they're more tribal and primitive than the ones in Moria. Seriously, shouts out to them for making their own Orcish language. That is a lot dedication for role-playing.
Character Sheet
Deimos, The Great Goblin King:
Alignment: 0 - True Neutral
Total Level: 100
Racial Level: Goblin (15), Hobgoblin (10), Great Goblin (5)
Job Level: Engineer (10, not fully levelled), Brawler (15), Berserker (10), Warlord (5), Wizard (15), Warlock (10), Archmage (5)
Stats: HP - 100, MP - 92, Phy. Atk. - 98, Phy. Def. - 85, Agility - 13, Mag. Atk. - 90, Mag. Def. - 74, Resistance - 87, Special Ability - 94
Total: 733
Special Abilities: Oppressive Aura - Toggable Ability that gives the user an aura of oppression and despair. Anyone less than Level 50 is forced to obey the user, and those above Level 50 hear the user as a tyrannical ruler of unequalled power and authority.
Invention/Innovation - Ability that gives the user the ability to create advanced golems and machines, such as airships and siege devices, without a magic source. Also gives knowledge about the basic elements, and how to make vital resources such as gunpowder and steel alloys.
Magic Ascension - For every time the user is hit by a spell that takes at least 1/4 of their total HP, the user's Mag. Atk. increases by 10. If the user has already hit the cap of 100, their Mag. Atk. will exceed the limit.
Gluttony - A Sin ability where the user can gain more and more boosts to HP and overall Defence in exchange for their Agility, or vice-versa. Users must be careful to not have an extremely low Agility, or else they will be easily blitzed by speedier oppenents or to have an extremely high Agility, as they will then have a low amount of HP and Defence.
Wrath - A Sin ability where the user gains a boost to overall Attack stats in exchange for a potential chance to loose control of their character for a short while. Users may be prone to fits of uncontrollable rage if the ability is overused.
Greed - A passive Sin ability that allows the user to gain more wealth and fortune in exchange for something else of value to them, such as their emotions, love, parents, etc. or vice-versa.
Envy - A passive Sin ability that boosts the user's stats when faced with something they want, such as the chance to steal a precious artifact or a chance to kill someone in exchange for a borderline insane obsession with that target.
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Deimos is somewhat of a high tier player, yet he's not quite that good at the same time; he has a way to make the greatest miltary and culture in the New World, and has extremely high stats overall, but his agility is extremely low compared to other Level 100s, making him easy as hell to blitz for someone like Shalltear, Demiurge, or even Ainz, who's said to be actually weaker than some Floor Guardians, and don't even try to pit him against the likes of Touch-Me or Rubedo without any prior knowledge of who they are or what to do.
Another thing holding him back from being a top tier player is the fact that his Deadly Sin abilities can easily cause him to get even slower (Gluttony), go into fits of rage (Wrath), inadvertedly sacrifice something of high value (Greed), or gain an insane obsession with something (Envy).
Overall, he's more of a chessmaster; someone who can set up traps, golems, and enhance other things, yet can also beat someone who doesn't take precautions against him.
So... I've decided on doing this Overlord fanfic with some elements from Tolkien's Works (Silmarillion, The Hobbit, Lord of The Rings), and the Ultima series by Richard Garriott (Also known as Lord British.)
Yeah... Not a lot to say here. I will confirm Ainz Ooal Gown and Nazarick have been transported to the New World as well though.
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And without further ado, I bid you all a good day, and have a Happy New Year!