*In Isengard; Deimos' Room*
...
"Aaaand... finally done!" Deimos sighed out in relief. It had taken a little over an entire month, but he finally did it! He sculpted, forged, and animated an entire legion of golems!
It may have taken up 20,000 tons of Verite and Adamants, as well as possibly giving me OCD, but I finally have a legion of giant, intimidating golem-warmachines made of some of the strongest materials known to man! he proudly thought, polishing the final golem's headpiece.
It was a painful endeavor, but it was worth it! If a massive army of Orcs, Goblins, Trolls, and Dragons armed and dressed in Valorite Armor and raining hell upon everything in sight isn't enough to force the kingdoms to give up, then a legion of giant knight-like golems made of Verite will certainly put them in their place!
Ah... Now for the easy part: animating them, Deimos smiled lightly to himself as he chalked up a circle around the entire legion of Golems, and repeated the same incantation he used to create Lord Vamngeer, Semidar, and Lurtz.
Speaking of which, I wonder how their training is going? Deimos idly thought as he animated the Golems.
Despite the violent nature of the Dragons and lusty nature of the Succubi, Semidar was actually quite shy and quiet. She preferred to just sit around and read rather than actively do anything Deimos didn't directly tell her, and seemed to be estatic when she received praise from her creator. Thankfully, she wasn't a sycophant like Tybevriat and some of his other followers were. She was adorable as hell though...
Hopefully she's as strong as she is cute... Deimos mused silently, almost finished with the incantation. Semidar had potential, and seemed promising the minute she was born, but he wasn't sure how strong she actually was.
Lurtz on the other hand was violent and serious, even for an Orc or Demon's standards. He always acted as if they were about to launch a raid on the enemy, and when he wasn't training under Gothmog or Bolg he was either helping out on raising the Tower of Orthanac or forging Valorite armor and weapons "for the good of Isengard," as he said.
I swear, with the way he's been improving, I could say he's probably already surpassed Bolg in terms of intelligence and skill. He might even reach Level 100 at the rate he's training, Deimos sighed. He wondered just how Lurtz grew so strong so soon. It took the normal infantry 3 weeks to gain just 13 levels, but somehow this Uruk-Hai managed to gain 50 in that same time!
... Bah, It must be Gothmog. He's probably using Lurtz as a guinea pig for his "training" techniques, and that hellish excercise must therefore be causing Lurtz to grow stonger at a more rapid pace, Deimos sighed, remembering how Gothmog promised him to "Make those useless, moronic fat-asses into the finest, smartest, fastest, and most skilled army he'll ever see."
Well, he's certainly gotten those trainees to get their shit together and move. It's been about a month since our arrival to this world and we still haven't made a single move against Buser or Calca! Deimos fumed, furious at those two for daring to call themselves rulers. He'll teach them!... As soon as his army is compentent enough to actually pose a threat that is.
Sighing, he finished the spell and watched as his Golems came to life.
"Awake? Good! Now go forth and guard Isengard and its people!" Deimos quickly commanded the Golems, pointing them out of his room.
Unfortunately, it seems that the Golems don't know how to restrain themselves, as they broke the door trying to open it, and nearly trampled several bystanders as they charged off to their new stations.
"My door!..." Deimos trailed off as the Golems disappeared into the depths of the mines.
"... Ugh... I should have that reinforced with something stronger than wood sometime..." Deimos groaned and sank into his seat, motioning for the bemused bystanders to go and fix the door with something better than wood.
"Er... Is this a bad time to intrude Master?" Semidar quietly peered from behind the broken door, curious as to what happened. She was wearing robes similar to that of Deimos', though they were a royal-purple, with indigo highlights. She enjoyed taking after her creator in such trivial ways...
"No Semidar. Please feel free to ask or tell me whatever you came here for," Deimos rubbed his eyes, clearly annoyed.
"Um, yes, of course..." Semidar pulled a scroll from her robes, "I was sent here by the Generals to deliver a report: Gothmog says that we have about 11,734,927 Goblins, 74,891 Orcs, 43,927 Trolls, 5 Dragons, 24 Drakes, 83,984 Warg Riders..." she stopped, catching her breath for a short bit.
Oh would you look at that. She has more common sense than Bolg. Deimos dully noted, And our army's numbers have jumped a significant amount. Last I checked, we only had about a 1,000 Wargs. I suppose Lord Vamngeer's creation inspired some Mojokii to try and make their own Wargs. Let's see if they succeed in recreating his kind...
"Hah... hah... Sorry, as I was saying; Gothmog says that there are also 256 Hobgoblins and 6 Uruk-Hai. He then goes on to say that..." Semidar blinked, and apparantly chose to censor the words Gothmog used to describe the state of the army.
"Er... He basically says that while they were worthless back then, he and Lurtz have managed to get the basic Goblin troops to level 24, the Orcs to level 37, the Trolls to 50, and the Wargs to 42. He goes on, saying that the Drakes are still at 39, while the Dragons are at 70. He concludes by saying that since everyone has gotten their Valorite Armor and Barbed Leather underarmor, and with all of the Siege Machines and Golems you have built, he thinks that the army may stand a chance against the Roble Holy Kingdom," Semidar looked at her leader, waiting for potential comments.
"Hm... Well, this proves to be an interesting report. I presume you have more?" Deimos looked at her expectantly.
"Eek!..." Semidar squirmed under his gaze, "I- I do have a report from Tybevriat, and Bolg says that Gorbag has sent a letter out from his location..."
Deimos calmly motioned for her to go on, not saying anything else.
Semidar cleared her throat, and said, "Tybevriat says that around 50 flocks of Mongbats and Imps have been created for surveliance, and that the usual number is no longer around 20,000 for a single flock, it is now estimated to be around 70,000 a flock. He also writes that the 'Smart-Troll' project some Mojoka have been working on has produced a type of troll they identify as an 'Olog-Hai.' I am not too sure what all of these other words say..." Semidar mumbled as she tried to say what Tybevriat had written down for his report.
"Just give it here then," Deimos said, getting Semidar to pass over the report.
Hm... So Tybevriat has developed a safe way to produce stable Olog-Hais? And that he has etablished relations with local demi-human tribes? Good... And he says that the flocks have detected a problem in that wretched wall the Robles have built in that it has to have a great deal of manpower on the site at all times to keep it operating at full efficiency... he also says that the Leadership of the Kingdom caculated that the Kingdom would collapse before the local Demihuman tribes even attacked them again after an incident where these "Srush" things who apparantly have the [Camoflague] skill got driven out after they breached the wall. Apparantly Calca wants to fully man the wall so she can prevent such a tradegy from happening ever again, but that would strain the nation, so she and those nobles had forts built into or near the wall, which are then overseen by several fortresses. It also seems that if we try to attack these forts, the soldiers will fight down to the last man and launch skyrockets to request reinforcements from the fortresses. Ever since these practices were put into place the local demihumans have never been able to breach the wall again... Deimos processed this massive amount of information.
So, he now has smart trolls, the Great Wall isn't as good as it really is, and Calca might actually not be that bad if she first thought about having the Wall fully manned instead of leaving the villages to their fates?
"Tybevriat, I can always rely on you for good information... Now then Semidar, what did Bolg have to say about Gorbag's expedition?" Deimos inquired, handing Tybevriat's report back to the Dragon-Succubus.
"I believe Bolg simply said something about Gorbag splitting his expedition in three; Gorbag now leads an expedition to the Northern Mountains, Shagrat discovered a tomb of sorts nearby a place called Carne Village, and that Golfimbul found and is tracking down some kind of cult named 'Zuranon' near E-Rantel. Tybevriat seemed really interested in meeting these necromancers," Semidar said.
"That's it?" Deimos blinked. He thought Bolg would've said more than that, but he supposed that the Orc couldn't be blamed; the scouting regiment had only seen its use when Deimos angrily lashed out and ordered Gorbag to explore to the North for potential allies, but they knew that by now Gorbag's expedition would probably be for naught- -Deimos had already regained his senses within a few hours of sending Gorbag out and was actually considering peaceful measures against the Roble Kingdom. Alas, poor Gorbag. He'll probably be stuck out in the north while we get to either humiliate or murder the Kingdom he hates.
"Yes, that is all, my King," Semidar confirmed.
"I see. You may leave now," Deimos motioned for her to leave.
"As you command!" Semidar skipped out, off to do whatever it was that Dragon-Succubi do.
Deimos tapped his claws together.
Well, with her gone, what should I do now? Deimos thought, trying to think of something to do.
... After a moment, he decided to go the simple route and just head down to the Spawning Pits.
Let's see if anyone's made any interesting developments...
*Deep within the Stygian Abyss...*
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An Old Man gasped as he snapped up, and looked frantically from side to side, trying to decipher where he was.
Where am I...? He groaned, holding his head. He was suffering from a horrible headache, as if he was bashed upside the head hundreds and hundreds of times.
I was the Gargoyle Virute of Control, then the shrine was destroyed, and now I'm... Who am I again? he staggered to his feet, scratching his head. [1]
I... I am Mondain. The Archmage. Son of Wolfgang. Creator of Exodus and teacher of the Enchantress Minax, and the wielder of the Immortality Gem... Wait, that was broken, nevermind. He looked around, surveying his surroundings.
It seems that I've finally been cast down to where I belong, but what is actually supposed to happen now that I am here? Mondain thought over his situation, reaching into the depths of his near-infinite mind and memories to recall what had actually happened.
Well, I might as well wander around and see if there's anything that needs to be done. Mondain decided as he began walking around.
He wandered on and on, climbing and scaling the hills and cliffs of the Abyss, until he found an odd sight.
It was a Champion Spawn, one that seemed to have already been activated.
A Champion's running around? That could be good... Unless it's Lord Oaks, then I might be in for a fight, Mondain whistled quietly as he explored the place, attempting to find the being.
He may have not remembered much, but he did know that there were monsters and demons that had transcended and went above and beyond their ordinary peers as Paragons of Evil... Well, Lord Oaks was an exception, being the sole Champion that advocated for Justice and Righteousness.
He was also the one Champion that hardly anyone paid any attention to.
So who's around here? The Abyssal Infernal? The Dark Father? The Primeval Lich? Mondain thought as he slid down a smooth cliff to encounter...
Neira, Mephitis, and Rikktor. [2]
Neira looked like a human, with tan skin and bluish-black robes, and a red scimitar, she seemed rather mysterious and hardly resembled a Champion like her kin...
Mephitis was an arachnophobe's worst nightmare, being a massive Black Widow Spider with access to magic and a venom that would make even Silver Snakes jealous. She was 5 times bigger than Mondain.
Rikktor was the biggest and mightiest of all the normal Champions, being a bright red Ancient Wyrm that was almost as big as the small hills dotting the Abyss' landscape. Mondain might as well have been an ant compared to him.
It was odd enough seeing three Champions grouped up in one area, but the giant pit in the ground that they were sitting by was even stranger.
What are they doing? Mondain mused as he approached them.
"Greetings, Champions. How do you all do on this day?" Mondain greeted the three, not quite sure what was going on.
Neira looked at him with a sullen face, "We're waiting for the Master to return," was all she said before looking back at the pit.
Master? The Champions don't answer to anyone... I think. Mondain raised an eyebrow. What had happened while he was gone?
"Master? Who might you be talking about?" Mondain asked.
Mephitis quietly chittered, "We're waiting for..." she hissed, unable to articulate the name right, "His true name is unknowable, but I think you mortals call him The Harrower, if I remember right..."
The Harrower? As in the Super-Champion? Mondain quizzically looked at the three, Well, I suppose it makes sense for the normal Champions to answer to the Super-Champion, but it odd seeing them this loyal to him.
"I see. Is he nearby?" Mondain inquired, genuinely curious as to what the three were really doing.
Mephitis pointed one of her legs at the pit they were waiting by, "He's down there. He's always down there. Suffering at the bottom of this wretched place. The little goblinoid, Gnarl, told us that he may yet find a way out of his prison one day, but we have not seen him come out since we were bound to the Spawns."
"Hm. How sad. What about the others, like Barracoon? Where are they at?" Mondain took a seat besides the Champions and looked into the Pit, gazing down at the prone form of an unspeakable abomination...
Rikktor snorted, "The last I checked, some asses left Barracoon stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean. Not sure where Semidar or Oaks are at, but seeing how we're pretty much used as gold mines, I think it's safe to say they're also running around in the world."
Mondain hummed, "Left him on an island you say? That must not be pleasant. But I digress! Tell me Champions, what exactly are we supposed to do here?"
"The same we've done in the normal world: whatever the hell we want to do. There's nothing here that cares enough to try and 'punish' us for our deeds. All those fantasies and stupidity about how the demons of hell will punish the wicked is a bunch of delusional bullshit. It's honestly Lord Oaks and Silvani you have to afraid of, they're the only ones who attack anybody they judge to be 'evil,'" Neira answered, twirling her long hair slightly.
Mondain breathed out. Whether it was in relief or an impending sign of boredom, he did not know.
"Well then, I propose that we ought to find something better than sit around and mope over the Harrower's imprisonment!" Mondain offered boldly, deciding on the spot that he hated being stuck in the Stygian Abyss.
"What would be the point? We'd just get killed by those damned players..." Rikktor huffed, his massive body not moving an inch from the idea.
"Then how about we find a way to break the Harrower out ourselves then!" Mondain said in response to the giant wyrm.
"How? We can't do it ourselves, the seal is too powerful!" Mephitis whined, her fangs twitching at the thought of seeing their Master free once more.
"We can just find that Gnarl character and ask him if he knows anything... Come on! You are Champions! You are the Paragons of Evil itself!" Mondain slammed his fist on the ground, startling the Champions.
"Once the Champions held the world of Sosaria in fear and despair, now you all scrap like maggots over the idea of your Master returning from an impossible prison. Is this the fate of the Champions of Evil!? Is this how you uphold and honor the legacy of your Master?! Is this how you honor a being that rivalled the Shadowlords themselves!?" Mondain chatised them, harshness and brutality clear in his voice.
"Funny that you should say that considering how you technically created them, therefore making you seem superior to the Harrower..." Neira remarked, but then trailed off, realizing along with all the others that everything else was right.
"You see? Look at yourselves! Disgraceful! I bet even Barracoon's better off than you lot right now!" Mondain shouted, "Is there something that prevents you from helping your master escape!?"
Sighing, the Champions rose from their positions and stretched, flexing their muscles and joints.
"Fine, fine... It's better than moping around here anyways," Neira sighed as she stood beside the Archmage, "If I remember right, Gnarl and his group should be in that general direction..."
Mondain smirked, feeling a new spark of purpose fill him now, "Then let us go forth and see if this Gnarl will help us!"
*In Isengard's Spawning Pits*
...
Deimos smiled as he walked through the spawning pits. It seemed that now the Mojokii were creating Ratmen and Harpies, interestingly enough.
"Ah... I wonder what I will do today," he mused as he manuevered around the muddy pits, watching as Mojokii raised Ratmen, Harpies, Wargs, and other such creatures out of the mud.
Eventually he came across Semidar being taught by Tybevriat as she was casting an incantation on a mud pit.
"... And that is why Minions aren't commonly used by anyone other than the Overlord," Tybevriat said, finishing his lesson.
"I see... These 'Minions' certainly don't sound really useful unless they have a large amount of numbers and an Overlord to guide them," Semidar nodded, understanding the lesson Tybevriat was telling her.
Hm... Quite interesting... I should look at the notes again, see if these "Minions" were mentioned by Mondain, Deimos thought as he approached the two.
"Ah, King Deimos! A pleasure to see you here again," Tybevriat saluted, while Semidar gave a quick nod of acknowledgement as she focused on her spell.
"Tybevriat, I see you've been teaching Semidar all that you know," Deimos noted, sensing that her stats and level were much higher than before.
"Indeed. It seems that your creations learn and excel at everything they do, just as you do!" Tybevriat laughed, implying that Semidar was quite the student.
Ugh... Can't talk to Tybevriat with getting at least one sycophantic remark on at least one thing, Deimos sighed mentally, "I see, that is very good. Might I ask what she is trying to create?" he said aloud to them, wondering what kind of creature Semidar was trying to animate.
"I believe she's trying to create a pair of succubi," Tybevriat answered plainly.
At that, Deimos felt a small, no, a large part of his sanity die.
... Fuck. Was all he could think at the idea of more lusty, yandere women running around in the militaristic base he tried so hard to create.
"A-Ah... Well..." Deimos tried really hard to think of one good thing about this situation. "A-At least there'll be other women around the base I guess..."
"Um... My King, I'm sorry if I sound like a smartass, but..." Tybevriat cleared his throat, "There are female Orcs, Goblins, Wargs, Dragons, Ratmen and Trolls."
"... I'm sorry, but what?" Deimos paled. This was not going to be a comfortable topic for him was it now?
"Well..." Tybevriat also seemed uncomfortable talking about it, "From the little I know, the females don't really gain any characteristics or attractivity that is commonly associated with the female gender until they get pregnant, but since you said we were in a state of total war, no one had the time to... Uh... I think you get my point now."
"Er... Yes... I-I understand Tybevriat... Let us just pretend we never had that conversation, yes?" Deimos felt sick. He may have been a Goblin now, but he still had a Human mind, and he was none too interested in the weird biology the creations of Mondain went through yet...
"What conversation my King?" Tybevriat immediately answered.
"Exactly, thank you Tybevriat," Deimos thanked every God ever concieved of that Tybevriat understood.
"Now then, I must ask, what are the Mojokii creating now? I do not recall Ratmen nor Olog-Hai being something that we could create, at least not easily anyways," Deimos moved on from that awful subject and began talking about something a bit better.
"Ah," Tybevriat stroked his beard, trying to recall the details, "I believe the Ratmen were supposed to be new beings to add to our army as they are often more experienced in engineering, poisoning, and biological warfare than the common Orc. The Olog-Hai are our attempt to give the typical Troll common sense, so we added Dragon-Blood to the usual ritual. Needless to say, I believe a few of our talented Mojoka managed to raise one, and it is now being trained alongside Lurtz."
"I see. I suppose the Olog-Hai, Uruk-Hai, Dragon-Succubus, and whatever else comes down the road will prove to be interesting canditades for my Honor-Guard," Deimos noted, "I may find a way to create a new type of Warg so that they may have mounts suited for their position."
"Indeed my King, I believe that would be a wise decision. I could go ahead and command the diggers to place the materials in your pits now if you wish," Tybevriat offered.
"Hm... Broil the Mud Pit in flames and mix it with Wolf and Daemon blood, and place Horned Hides, Sulfur, and Daemon Bones in there. Dig whatever's in there out in 20 hours," Deimos said.
"I see. Is this an attempt at making something similar to Lord Vamngeer?" Tybevriat inquired.
"Yes, it is. They are for you and the other Generals and Honor Guard," Deimos answered.
"I see. I look forward to seeing my new pet..." Tybevriat mused as he relayed the order to some idle diggers.
"Now, with all of that done, I shall leave you and Semidar to your lesson," Deimos said as he began to walk away...
"My King wait!" Semidar said as she finally finished her ritual, seemingly wanting to tell him something.
Deimos tilted his head, "What is it?"
Semidar smiled, "I just wanted to tell you that I have learned recently of where the 'Grand King' Buser is right now! He is South of here, leading his Bafolk and fighting against some tribes of Goblins, Ettins, Centuars, and Nagas!"
Deimos hummed in approval. "Excellent work... You have my thanks Semidar!"
He had been looking for that blasted fool for some time. According to Bolg and Tybevriat's Mongbat flocks, this particular bafolk was some sort of warlord that commanded quite a bit of respect and was seen as wise among his folk, while also managing to be a mortal enemy of the Roble Holy Kingdom at the same time...
Buser wouldn't have sounded so bad to Deimos if he didn't wear baby skulls around his belt as some sort of twisted fashion sense.
Semidar beamed in delight, "Thank you my King!"
Deimos laughed, and scruffed the girl's hair, "Yes, you have certainly made things a lot easier for me, and have sped up our plans by a lot... Now, can you and Tybevriat go and get Lurtz, Bolg, and Gothmog? Tell them to mobilize our forces. It is time to confront the Roble Kingdom. I will be there myself once I am done dealing with Buser."
"As you wish!" Semidar skipped away, humming a joyful tune while she was at it.
"As you command my King!" Tybevriat quickly followed after Semidar.
Now then... To ride and test my abilities for myself! Deimos said as he strode off to the stables and found Lord Vamngeer.
He was a monster of a Warg. Easily twice the size of an average Warg, with fangs the size of butcher knives, and infernally red, bristly fur.
Vamngeer looked at Deimos with his souless, murderous eyes...
And sat down like a puppy with his tail wagging wildly from side-to-side.
"Ah, Lord Vamngeer, I'm sure you know what time it is..." Deimos said as he saddled up the Demon-Warg and jumped onto it.
In a creepy, demonic way, Vamnger smiled, and roared for blood.
"Good boy. Now let's go!" Deimos had shield his eyes from the wind as Vamngeer bounded past the Orcs and Goblins and out into the fields...
...
"Hm... So this is what the Abelion Hills' normal situation looks like," Deimos mused quietly as he observed the battlefield Semidar pointed him to.
It was a massive battlefield between Bafolk, Centaurs, Ettins, and Nagas, with one particularly large Bafolk standing amongst all the carnage, nobody bothering the challenge or fight him.
His curled horns resembled those of a mountain goat's, and his fur was white-silver from age. The tips of his horns were encased in gold decorated with jewels, and he wore a green, turtle-like breastplate with a reddish-brown cape made from animal hides. His left hand held a large shield with a topaz socketed into it, while his right hand held a light-yellow bastard sword.
He looked every bit of the "Barbarian Chieftian" cliche Deimos expected from the stories surrounding this warrior.
Deimos rode within his eyesight, and the Bafolk called out to him:
"How interesting... A Great Goblin. I haven't seen one of you bastards in a long time," he mused, looking over the Archmage and the Warg, "And it seems your robes and crown show that you rule over a fairly wealthy Kingdom, which is odd, as I know every big-shot around here."
The Bafolk narrowed his eyes, "Who are you?"
Deimos grinned, baring his fangs, and replied, "I am King Deimos, ruler of Isengard. I presume you are Buser, the supposed King of Destruction I've been hearing about lately?"
Buser laughed, "You are right, I am Buser. Did you come here to try and challenge me?"
Deimos nodded, "I did. The question is, are you prepared for me?"
"You've got guts, one named 'Deimos.' If it weren't for the fact that you're fighting me, you might've gotten far in life," Buser chuckled, taking a confident stride towards Deimos.
"Assuming of course, I haven't already," Deimos countered, steering Vamngeer to circle Buser.
"Hmph! I figured as much. How surprising that the Goblins, the lowest of well, just about any totem pole concievable to anyone, can succeed at life. I suppose there is always an exception," Buser raised his sword, and charged.
He was fast, compared to Deimos himself, but Vamngeer was far faster, and dodged the attack before Buser could hit Deimos.
"Hm..." Deimos observed the Bafolk's attacks, always rearing or steering Vamngeer to move him out of the Bafolk's attacks.
They don't seem too strong really. Maybe about level... 35? 38? Somewhere within that range. An average Troll Soldier or talented Orc would probably be able to beat him. He isn't someone I really have to worry about. I could probably kill him in one attack with [Word of Death]. Though, I have to wonder, what are these "Martial Arts" he keeps using? Deimos mused as he manuevered around Buser's attacks, They look more like "Sword Arts" rather than normal Martial Arts. Maybe it's just an oddity of this world's vocabulary? And what are these Martial Arts good for really? They kind of look like a warrior's equivalent to magic... Or maybe they're some special skills?
"Grr..." Buser growled, frustrated with the daydreaming Goblin King, "Hey! Aren't you taking this seriously!?"
"Hm... Oh? Me? No. Not at all," Deimos answered simply, "In fact, I'm kind of disappointed. An average footsoldier of mine could take you out easily. You aren't worth my time."
"What the hell did you just say about me you two-throated- -!" Buser would've continued the line of curses and attacks, if not for the fact that Deimos decided to end their short battle then and there.
"Nyraxle."
And just like that, the Grand King fell over, lifeless.
Huh. And he's one of the big shots? That can't be right. Maybe I was fighting a fake... Deimos mused as he led Vamngeer towards the corpse. He certainly had some weird magic skills though. Maybe I should've let him live.
Deimos noted Vamngeer sniffing the corpse, and then occasionally nipping at it.
Sighing he said, "Go ahead and eat the corpse. Leave the head though. We need that for later."
Deimos had to shield his eyes again from the gory mess that ensued.
"Hm... Now what?" he mused as he finally decided to look around him.
It was at that moment he realized that everyone was just looking at him. No one was fighting or anything. The only noise that was made was Vamngeer using Buser's corpse as a chewtoy.
"... What are you looking at?" Deimos genuinely questioned.
A Naga slithered forth.
"Did you... jussst kill Busssser in one sssstrike?" she questioned, her tail quivering.
"Yes. What of it?" Deimos shurgged and picked up Buser's decapitated head from the pile of gore that used to be his body.
"How...? Why?" the other Demi-humans seemed scared of him.
"Because why not?" Deimos saw that Vamngeer was just about done now.
"Did you come here to conquer usss?" she asked fearfully.
"I was planning on doing that eventually," Deimos answered, "I plan on uniting this whole world under one banner. I would prefer to do it peacefu- -"
The Naga bowed her head along with the other Demi-Humans, "Please spare us!" they said, interrupting his sentence.
"Er... I will, obviously, if you go ahead and serve under me peacefully and quietly. Come to the mountain known as Isengard and swear you fealty to me, and I shall not do anything harmful to your tribes... Isengard's north of here by the way," Deimos noticed that Vamngeer was finally done eating Buser's corpse.
"Well then! Now that Lord Vamngeer is done eating, I can and must go to confront the Roble Kingdom now. Farewell, and I bid you all a good day!" he said cordially as he spurred Vamngeer towards where the Roble Holy Kingdom was.
*In the Middle of the Seas, on a makeshift Raft...*
...
A Pied Piper played a melodic, yet sad tone as he sat on a makeshift raft. He wore rather simple clothing, with sandals and a cloak, along with a tri-pointed jester hat. He smelled distinctly of rats...
This was Barracoon the Piper, Champion of The Vermin Horde Spawn... He was also apparantly a sailor now.
Barracoon whistled a tune as he laid back on the raft. For so long now he was stuck on that island in the middle of nowhere, but he finally came up with a solution after being sea-bound for so long!
"If only I came up with the idea of making my own raft sooner, then I could've been out and away from that god-forsaken island a LONG time ago..." he chuckled, gazing up at the clouds, feeling as if his mind had suddenly gone through some sort of revelation the moment he thought up of this raft idea.
He wasn't too entirely sure what he's supposed to do now though. All he really had for entertainment was some coconuts and a harmonica.
"Why do I have a harmonica anyways? I thought all of my instruments were stolen when those jack-asses left me to rot on that island..." Barracoon wondered, twirling the musical device in his hands.
"... Well, if all else fails, at least I have you Bob," he sighed, looking off to his left.
There was a small rat nibbling away at his coconut stash.
"Oi! Joe, get away from that! I need that for... Well, I don't actually need to eat, but damn it! My entertainment's more important than your life!" Barracoon shoo'ed the little rat away from the stash of coconuts, causing it to fall into the salty seas.
"... Wait, where's Bob?" Barracoon looked around, looking for the other rat as Joe climbed back out, drenched in salt water. Joe chittered quite indignantly at what happened to him, as well as something about Bob...
"What do ya mean Bob died years ago? He was right there when I set sail!" Barracoon pointed to his right to a dead rat.
Joe looked at Barracoon with a look that almost looked like he was giving a deadpan.
"Huh... Didn't know John died while I was asleep," Barracoon dismissed, making the body disappear with a wave of his hand, "But I digress! Bob's probably sleeping somewhere inside the raft, I'll talk to him when he wakes up..."
Joe almost looked to have rolled his eyes before going to squeeze out the water from his fur.
"Ah... You know Joe, if it wasn't for the fact that I was stuck out here in the middle of the seas on an abandoned island or a shitty raft for god-knows-how-long, this would be really nice! Especially if I had a hot chick here with me..." Barracoon sighed, relaxing on the raft.
Joe chittered in a way that almost resembled sarcasm as he curled and styled his head's fur in a way that looked vaguely fashionable...
For a rat anyways.
"What do you mean I can't get laid you runt!?" Barracoon yelled at his rat companion, "I'm a Champion of Evil for god's sake! Ladies like the 'bad boys' don't they? Especially the funny ones! They like those kind of guys from what I remember. So therefore, they ought to be falling heads over heels for my bad-assery and hilarity!"
Joe fell over onto his side, giving off a sort of chatter that resembled laughing.
"Well screw you too Joe! I'll show you what the people think of me the minute I get back to civilization!"
Joe raised a paw, almost as if making a dare at the Piper.
"Turn you back into a Ratman if I get rejected by the women? Ha! As if! You should've bet on me jumpin' all the way to the top within a few days! There's no way anyone would reject someone as stylish, as graceful, as funny, and as great as I am!" Barracoon shot back at the Rat's implied dare.
Joe just shrugged, still laughing at the Piper.
"Oh shut up Joe... I'll show you my skills when I get back on the mainland."
And so the Tale of A Pied Piper and his Rat began...
*At the Great Wall of the Roble Holy Kingdom...*
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Deimos was met with an impressive sight when he arrived on the edge of the cliff.
The Great Wall was large, and stretched far across the land, easily blocking out any normal-sized demi-human from entering what laid past its fortified gates.
Yet, the armies of Isengard covered the entire plains before that wall, and stretched beyond all the way to the mountains. Orcs yelled and slammed their pikes and boots against the ground, Goblins chanted, dancing weirdly and adjusting the artillery, Trolls labored and roared as they moved various siege towers and catapults. Wargs were skulking around, biting and chewing at bones they found in the mud. Drakes and Dragons flew around the skies, breathing fire and smoke, darkening the skies and greying the clouds.
Legions of Golems stood resolute and ready to charge behind the armies, staying as still as a statue, almost as if they were their own walls. Archers and Mages had the Trolls erect towers where they watched the battle and surveyed their surroundings.
And almost as if on cue, thousands upon thousands of Mongbats and Imps flew past Deimos, and flew into the dark clouds, flying around screeching and laughing maniacally.
Deimos settled for a less dramatic effect and merely moved in a more simple manner down the cliff.
"Easy does it..." Deimos lightly advised Vamngeer as the Warg carried him down the cliff.
Ah shit... I undersestimated my own armies... Hopefully, if the Queen is willing to listen to me, I can get her to tell me about any wars going on. I would hate to disappoint them all if I manage to get the Kingdom to ally with us... He thought, somewhat surprised that he amassed all of this power.
Soon he was down with his army, and Deimos lightly spurred Vamngeer past his troops and to his generals, who were waiting at the front.
"Gothmog, Tybevriat, Bolg, Lurtz, Semidar," Deimos adressed every one of them, "I assume there has been no response?"
"Not that we're aware of," Gothmog said, "But we did see a few Human Soldiers. They were around level 10. Trash. We only have to worry about their generals and Queen."
"Hm. I recently met Buser. He died easily," Deimos informed them as he brought out the former warlord's head, "And from what you have said Tybevriat, there is no one who really rivals him in this area, yes?"
"Indeed my King, Buser was supposedly the strongest in this area," Tybevriat confirmed.
"Then we have nothing to truly worry about. He was around level 38, so that means there is probably no one here above the level 40's. Even then, I advise all of you to keep on your guard. We have no idea what these Kingdoms could be planning," Deimos said.
"Yes my King!" the Generals all saluted him, taking his advice to heart.
"Now then... We shall wait," Deimos sighed, and came forth to the gate, activating his [Oppressive Aura] as he did so.
"Let the Queen of these lands come forth, and answer my call!" Deimos boomed across the wall, demanding that the Holy Queen come forth.
The gates opened ever so slightly, and a small group came forth to meet Deimos.
It was Remedios Custodio, the leader of the Paladins coming forth with what Deimos assumed to be more false Paladins.
"... State your business here, Goblin," Remedios hissed, her voice filled with malice and hatred towards the Great Goblin.
"I am King Deimos, leader of the army you see before you. I come here to offer your Kingdom a deal, one that I will only discuss with your Queen," Deimos answered.
"You can state whatever foolish idea you have with me," Remedios dismissed, refusing to let the Goblin meet the Queen.
"And you can state whatever bullshit excuse makes you a Paladin, Child-Murderer," Deimos shot back with equal malice.
"You dare-!" Remedios almost lunged at Deimos, but was restrained by her fellow Paladins.
"See that? You let your anger cloud your better judgement, even though I just said a simple insult. Isn't that what you Humans call the Sin of Wrath? What is the leader of the so-called Paladins doing letting herself lose her temper like that?" Deimos jabbed, mocking the Paladin.
"Silence! You only live because the Queen said she didn't want to kill you!" Remedios seethed, almost ready to draw her sword.
"And for good reason! Do you not see what armor my army wields? It is the legendary alloy Valorite! A mixture of Mithril and Adamantium! My entire army uses this material as a standard weapon! What makes you think your pitiful kingdom can stand against a bunch of disorganized Demi-Human tribes, much less an organized kingdom with power and technology you've never seen before?" Deimos said, motioning towards his army.
"What good is a legendary alloy if their wielder doesn't even know how to use it outside of glamour and looks?" Remedios scoffed, dismissing the claim.
"Hmph. You can test that yourself later on... But again, I came here to speak to Calca Bessarez, not to... Whoever you're supposed to be. My apologies, I can't remember the names of beings as lowly as yourself," Deimos almost burst out laughing when he saw her expression.
"H-how dare you..." Remedios clenched her fist, almost ready to strike the King down, "I will not let you meet the Queen!" she insisted, more defiant than ever.
"You can and you WILL get your Queen to meet me here, or I will destroy your nation in a torrent of hellfire and darkness!" Deimos boomed, darkening the skies and towering over Remedios. His normally snake-like pupils thinned to lines, red irises made themselves visable, and his sclerea became bloodshot. His maw gaped wide open, showing how large it truly was, with large fang-like tusks and two throats, all large enough to bite a human's head clean off.
Remedios noticably flinched, but remained resolute, refusing to back down despite the Goblin King's fury.
Just as when it was looking as if Deimos would've bitten Remedios' head off on the spot, a quiet voice cried out, "Wait! I'm here now, I'm here to meet you..."
A woman with long blonde hair seemingly like threads of spun gold and tranquil cyan eyes. Her face was cute and dignant at the same time, and she almost resembled an angel with a saint-like smile.
"I am Calca Bessarez, Queen of the Roble Holy Kingdom," she said, calmly adressing the Goblin King.
"Ah... I was wondering if you would come out. A pleasure to meet you!" Deimos' personality did a 180 as he cordially acknowledged the Queen.
"Yes, a pleasure to meet you too..." Calca seemed to be surprised at how nice and calm the King was when adressing her, "Why did you come here with an army?"
"Ah, that was merely to demonstrate that we are not something to pushed around... Your 'Paladins' seem to enjoy slaughtering innocent children, so I decided it was neccessary to show you all that if you anger us... Bad things will happen." Deimos answered, deciding to blame the Paladins for his fury and wrath towards the kingdom.
"Killing... Children?" Calca looked at Remedios accusingly, "See? This is why you don't kill every Demi-human you see. Now look what at you've done! Your bigotry caused an army to threaten to wipe us out!" she glared at Remedios for a bit longer, then sighed.
"I'm sorry for what Remedios did, I've been trying to get her to show mercy, but she always thinks with her emotions rather than her brains," Calca explained.
"Remedios? Is that the name of that garbage? Such a nice name wasted on bottom-class scum. You shouldn't dirty yourself by apologizing for her," Deimos lectured, "But I digress. I have a little gift that should cheer you up and make up for our slight misunderstanding..." he said, tossing a white-furred object to the Queen.
Calca caught it, and was shocked at what she saw.
"B-Buser's head!?" she cried out, horrified at what happened to the Bafolk.
"He died rather easily. I must admit I was a bit disappointed," Deimos mused, "I thought it'd be a nice way to show my goodwill. Buser was an enemy of your kingdom, no?"
"T-thank you...? He has been a thorn in our side for years, but nobody could ever put up a good challenge against him..." Calca and her Knights paled, notably frightened.
"Well, every single Troll and talented Orc in my army could fight and kill Buser, so I don't quite see what you're talking about. He was low-level garbage unsuited for the title he claimed," Deimos noted out loud, speaking in the most plain and truthful tone possible.
"E-every single Troll in your army could kill Buser...?" Calca shrank away, scared.
"I haven't even gotten to the few dragons flying around too!" Deimos said casually, pointing up to the skies where a few Dragons were flying around breathing fire.
Calca trembled, seemingly unable to comprehend the military might her kingdom was faced against, "W-what do you want from us?..." she meekly asked.
"Simple," Deimos held up his hand, "I demand three things: One, you are to cease attacks on Demi-Human villages. You may only attack if you are attacked first. Two, I am uniting these lands here. Once that is achieved, I demand that you recognize us as a new nation. You may call this future nation Mordor... Three, we are already a rich land, but we are kind and merciful. I merely wish to extend our hand of friendship towards you, and for new trade routes and materials to be exchanged between our fellow kingdoms. That is all I demand for now, though I have two requests..."
Calca seemed to be relieved by the minor demands. It didn't seem too bad... "S-sure, please go on and tell me what they are."
Remedios looked as if she wanted to speak up, but Deimos' and Calca's glares silenced her.
"My first request is that you inform me of any wars going on lately. I have a large army, but I am afraid that they may get restless if they remain idle, so I wish to send them out to relieve them of any pressure. My second one is actually an invitation; I have noted your disbelief in the thought of a Demi-Human nation being moral and kind, so I therefore wish to dispel that by showing you the wonders of Isengard..." Deimos mentally sweated, hoping his gamble would help bring this nation to Isengard's side.
If I can charm this entire nation into allying themselves with us willingly, then I will prove to any other nations who may be watching us that we are both powerful and diplomatic... Deimos thought, hoping his scheme would succeed, If the Queen takes the bait and sees the good side of Isengard... The order, contentment, and prosperity it is going through... Then I may be able to befriend her, and the Roble Kingdom with it!
Calca seemed shocked by his sudden offer, and went back to Remedios and her other generals and advisors...
Deimos could not hear much, but he did note that Calca's Brother, Caspond, might use this as a way to start a civil war, and that Remedios was still thinking with her emotions...
He quickly rode back to Bolg.
"My King?" Bolg stood at attention, ready for his commands.
"I hear that there's a slight problem with Calca's regiment. It seems her older brother Caspond is trying to claim the throne for himself, and that he is also a radical anti-Demi-Human like Remedios. I want you to get someone to assassinate him," Deimos quickly whispered to him.
"As you command, my King. This 'Caspond' will not live past the week," Bolg curtly nodded, acting as Deimos had merely reminded him of a detail rather than getting a command to assassinate the Prince of a nation they were trying to befriend.
"Good, good," Deimos rode back to Calca's group, seeing that they were done now.
"Well then, I trust you have an answer?" Deimos inquired, riding up to them.
"Yes..." Calca seemed torn on her answer, "We do not know much of the other Kingdoms' situations, but we do know that the Slane Theocracy and the Elven Country are at war and that the Baharuth Empire and Re-Estize Kingdom are going to hold their annual battle soon... We do not know how the war goes for either of them though."
"I see, go on," Deimos etched that detail into his memory...
"As for your invitation, I must admit, I am flattered that one as strong as you is kind enough not only to spare us, but to also show us your kingdom personally... Though, I am afraid I cannot go yet, due to certain... Nobles, having a severe prejudice against you," Calca carefully refused, "I may go one day, when the stability of my Kingdom is better..."
Well, at least she recognizes that my kingdom's generally speaking nice and friendly. Hopefully that'll help spark off more friendly relationships between out kingdoms... Deimos mused.
"I see. Very well then, I shall leave you all at that... But know that a small group of ambassadors may come here soon to help soldify relations between our kingdoms," Deimos warned, "Other than that, I shall bid you all a good day!"
The Goblin King rode off, leaving Calca and her group.
"Huh... He was nice for a Demi-Human," Calca said, noting the King's overall manners and attitude.
"Hmph. I still think he's waiting for a chance to attack us at a more oppurtune time..." Remedios scoffed, glaring at the King.
"Remedios, do you ever consider opening up your narrow-minded brain?" Calca snapped, silencing the Paladin, "Now then... We should return to the capital. No doubt the Nobles are trying to spread rumors about me to try and get Caspond into power..."
"As you wish my Queen," Remedios led the Queen and the other Knights away back into the Gates...
Deimos noted the disappointed look on Gothmog and Lurtz's faces. It seemed as if they really wanted to wage a war against the Holy Kingdom...
"I am back, and thankfully we have established relations with the Roble Holy Kingdom. Whether it be due to Buser's head, my sly voice, or the giant army supporting me, I don't know, but I managed to get them to recognize us as a nation once we unite these lands and to open up trade routes with any merchants we have," Deimos informed, Tybevriat and Semidar's faces gleaming with joy at the thought of more knowledge.
"And I have learned that there is an Elven Country at war with the Slane Theocracy," Deimos said to Lurtz and Gothmog, "I hate Religious Fanatics, but I hate Elves even more. Lurtz, go forth and take a part of the army to destroy the elves! And for you Gothmog, I have learned that a Baharuth Empire and Re-Estize Kingdom are planning on fighting soon. Teach them who's boss when they fight," Deimos commanded, filling the two warmongers with joy.
"As you command!" Lurtz and Gothmog went off to talk over how they should split the army, and where these new kingdoms were...
"... My King, I mean no disrespect, but did you just replace the Roble Kingdom with the Elves and these other Kingdoms on your 'To-Destroy' list?" Semidar said quietly.
"Oh no, I put them on the Shit List," Deimos lightly joked.
"... What's a 'Shit List?'" Semidar tilted her head confused.
"... Nevermind, you're too young to understand such things I suppose..." Deimos shook his head. Why do I even try to make jokes around these people? They always take things too literally...
"But with all of this done and over with, I suppose we should return to Isengard and begin building up on Orthanac and uniting the Abelion Hills into Mordor..." King Deimos mused as he spurred Lord Vamngeer towards his Kingdom.
*Somewhere in the Re-Estize Kingdom...*
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A large, angelic being with divine armor and two feathery wings looked down upon the city below him.
He knew not where he was, nor why he was here, but he certainly didn't like what was happening in the world below him.
His instincts told him to go back, to return to the Forest where he ruled along with his sister, but he knew he couldn't live with himself knowing that he had retreated and allowed this world to continue on in such a poor state.
"... I hope you can manage the Forest without me, Silvani," he quietly said as he flew over the city, quietly casting a few death spells here and there against a few murderers and killers.
"For this World needs a Hero."
And so Lord Oaks, the Forest Lord, walks the Earth once more...
Bolg King-Slayer:
Total Level: 70
Racial Level: Orc (15), Orchish Lord (10), Orc Brute (5)
Job Level: Warrior (15), Barbarian (10), Scout (10), Archer (5)
Stats: HP - 64, MP - 0, Phy. Atk. - 85, Phy. Def. - 59, Agility - 80, Mag. Atk. - 0, Mag. Def. - 54, Resistance - 86, Special Ability - 96
Total: 524
Special Abilities: Savagery (Passive) - User fights normally at first, and when the user feels as if they are losing a battle, they gain a massive boost to overall Atk. and Agility, but their overall Defence is reduced to 0 and their Health is cut in half, as well as their fighting style becoming unexpectedly beastial and insane.
Wrath (Passive) - 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 rage if the ability is overused.
Bloodlust - In exchange for losing control of themselves, the user's stats multiply by 2.
Warmonger - When in control of a group of warriors, archers, and/or wizards, the user gains a boost in both intelligence and leadership skills.
Deciet - Sinner is experienced with lying and trickery, making it hard to tell whether they're lying or telling the truth. Sinner is also able to put up a different personality that is completely different from their normal self.
Scout's Foot (Passive) - User is able to hide in plain sight and sneak up on others to either get away or perform a sneak attack.
Orc Brute (Passive) - As an Orc Brute, the user is completely and utterly incompentent in magic spells and ranged attacks, but excels as a physical fighter and tank. In battle, the user is unexpectedly quick and agile despite their heavy armor and mass, and can dispel summoned creatures with their strikes. If there are smaller creatures nearby, and the user is attacked by a ranged or magical attack, the user automatically lobs one of the smaller creatures at the attacker; if there are no smaller creatures nearby, the user simply becomes enraged.
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Yet another reference to Tolkien's The Hobbit, Bolg is essentially just a strong scout who's only hope for magical attacks lies in magic weapons. He's pretty much screwed if he tries to fight Ainz, Deimos, or just about any lvl. 100 character...
Foot Notes:
[1]: In Ultima VI, Mondain was the Gargish Embodiment of Control.
[2]: Ultima Online Players may recognize Neira the Necromancer, Semidar (as in the original one), Rikktor, Mephitis, Lord Oaks, and Barracoon the Piper as Champions. To put it in short terms for those who don't know, Champions are basically super-bosses that spawn in a particular location after you kill a crap-ton of monsters that get stronger and stronger as you progress through the Champion Spawn. At the end when you've killed enough, these guys spawn and proceed to clean house if you're not prepared...
As for why Barracoon was on an island, well, that's a funny story. You see, there's multiple servers to play on UO, each with varying rules. Mine allowed Monsters to pursue Players into Moongates...
So I tricked Barracoon into chasing me into a Moongate that teleported him onto an abandoned island in the middle of nowhere. I quickly sailed off, leaving him stuck there.
Deimos' Notes:
Since Mondain's Notes aren't accurate anymore, I have decided to keep my own notes for future use. Any and all people reading this is free to use it as they please.
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Name, Scientific Name - Reagents needed, Time Needed for Full Formation:
* Orcs, Orcius orcius - Mud, Man Flesh & Dog Fur/Orcish Flesh, 8 Hours [O-1]
* Goblins, Orcius goblinus - Mud, Orcish Blood, Fish Brains, 12 Hours
* Trolls, Orcius trollus - Mud & Iron Filings, Goblinoid Bones, Iron, 24 Hours [T-1]
* Wargs, Canis orcius - Mud mixed in with Wolf/Dog blood, normal hides and leathers, bones, 10 Hours
* Minotaur, Bos sapiens - Mud mixed in with Cow blood, Bovine Hides and Horns, Man/Woman Flesh, 18 Hours
* Lizardmen, Lacertilia sapiens - Mud, Reptile Scales, Spined Hides, 7 Hours
* Mongbats, Daemonus commonus - Mud, sticks, fur/hair, 3 Minutes [D-1]
* Imps, Daemonus lessarus - Mud, sticks, fur/hair, blood, 5 Minutes
* Demons, Daemonus daemonus - Mud embroiled by flames, Daemon Blood & Bones, 2 Sacrifices, 48 Hours
* Succubi, Daemonus cubicas - Mud soaked and mixed in water, Daemon Blood & Bones, 2 Sacrifices, 48 Hours
* Gargoyles, Draconis sapiens - Mud, Scales, Leather, 9 Hours
* Drakes, Draconis lessarus - Mud, Scales, 1 Sacrifice, Horned Hides, 12 Hours
* Dragons, Draconis draconis - Mud, Scales, 3 Sacrifices, Barbed Hides, 24 Hours [D-2]
* Hellhound, Canis daemonus - Mud embroiled by flames and mixed with wolf-demon blood, Horned/Barbed Hides, Daemon Bones, Sulfur, 20 Hours [C-1]
* Vamngeer's Species, [Unknown] - Mud mixed in with Wolf blood & Daemon Blood, Daemon Bones, Barbed Hides, 24 Hours
* Uruk-Hai, Orcius urukus - Mud embroiled by flames, Orcish Flesh, Daemon Blood and Bones, 1 Sacrifice, 16 Hours
* Olog-Hai, Trollus draconis - Mud & Iron Filings, Dragon Bones, Valorite, 48 Hours
* Dragon-Succubus, Draconis cubicas - Mud soaked and mixed in water and iron filings, Daemon Blood and Bones, Dragon Scales, Spined and Barbed leathers, 5 sacrifices, 72 Hours
* Ratmen, Rattus sapiens - Mud, Man Flesh & Rat Fur/Ratmen Flesh, 8 Hours
* Harpy, Aves sapiens - Mud soaked and mixed in water, normal hides, Avian legs, feathers, 3 Hours [H-1]
Additional Notes:
[O-1]: There is an interesting phenomenon where an Orc that lives and remains in a cold environment will become a Frost Orc, a being that is unnaturally strong compared to its peers. These 'Frost Orcs' are said to to be the Orcish equivalent to a Great Goblin or a Greater Dragon, but this proposal's accuracy is unknown.
[T-1]: While Iron is the most commonly used, other materials like Shadow-Iron and Verite are acceptable and may make the Troll even stronger and faster.
[D-1]: Adding blood may result in a Greater Mongbat, but leaving the Pit for too long will result in an Imp... Though an Imp is far more useful than any kind of Mongbat in truth.
[D-2]: Adding 10 or more gemstones may result in a Greater Dragon, though the chances are slim. Adding more and more gemstones increase the chance of a Greater Dragon.
[C-1]: Hellhounds are quite interesting for their ability to cast spells innately; there are no magically incompetent Hellhounds.
[H-1]: Harpies grow more powerful with age; to get a Stone Harpy or something stronger, you must either keep the Harpy alive or train it enough so that it won't die easily. The oldest and strongest of Harpies are said to rival Great Goblins and Frost Orcs in terms of sheer power and knowledge, and with the ability to naturally fly...
[R-1]: The chance of whether you get a normal Ratmen, Archer, or a Wizard is completely random.
Author's Notes:
Well here we are, with Deimos changing his mind about the Roble Kingdom and instead deciding to screw the Elves over because... Well, we all know how Tolkien's Orcs are with Elves.
Anyways, tell me what you all think!
Now, to respond to some reviews...
PervySageChuck: Hm... for 'research' purposes you say?... Ah well, you seem trustworthy enough! Here's the recipe from the list in case you don't feel like scrolling through it again:
- Dig a hole and put mud in it.
- Soak the Mud with Water and mix it with Iron Filings.
- Throw in some Demon Bones and Blood, add some Dragon Scales and Spined/Barbed Hides.
- Sacrifice 5 beings over time. Anything will do. Even ants.
- Let the girl of your dreams form over 3 days.
- Pray to God (Or the Devil, since, ya know... Demon Blood) that she's not a Yandere or otherwise obssessive and insane girl.
- Dig her out once 3 days have passed. Congratulations! You now have a girl that may or may not be an Albedo/Shalltear type... Though, the possibility of her being an Entoma or Solution type isn't impossible...
(Oh, you're wondering how to get the third point's materials? Easy! You find some pre-existing demon, like Baal or Moloch, kill them brutally, take their blood in some way {A syringe would be advised}, and rip out their bones. For Dragon Scales, well, you only have to take their scales, and even young Drakes shed scales like snakes do... For Spined Hides I would advise skinning a Lizardman or Giant Toad, and for Barbed I would advise skinning Adult Dragons. It's nothing too hard...)
DeTHscThe666: Thanks! I appreciate it. And I'm glad you see Deimos as balanced now, it took me some time to think of what his weakness should be, and how he would approach this new situation, which I decided would be pretty much the polar opposite of how Ainz does it. Oh, and I think the Golem question was pretty much answered.
PoseidonisPlayz: Ah yes, I realize that, but I wasn't intending on making it look like Tybevriat was actually Human, so I corrected it to make it a little more questionable. Afterall, followers of beings like Nyarlathotep and Azathoth can undergo some Eldritch... Changes to their bodies...
RyuujiVantek: Ah, it'll take a while for Ainz and Deimos to meet in person, but Momon will be meeting with a certain Piper very soon, along with Shagrat encountering the Goblins of Carne Village...
amiao: I did in fact play Ultima Online! I still play it to this day. And yes, I do recognize that Ainz had experience that places him above the normal Floor Guardians in terms of skill, but he isn't the only experienced PvP Player with Divine-Class Equipment running around anymore...
OneTwoThreeReactors: Thanks for following! I'm glad that Deimos' speech inspired even the readers! Afterall, nothing says that I'm getting better than if the character's speeches can inspire the real audience!
Totong: Ainz certainly will help Deimos out when it comes to Politics, considering Deimos is more of a Blunt Mace and Ainz a Discreet Dagger, yet, in the end, they're still just two overworked Human employees in a different Man's (or Goblin/Lich's) shoes... Also, glad that you liked this story!
AKXIV: Well, the Holy Kingdom isn't going to burn... yet, but as Deimos pretty much said: "The Elven Country is now on my Shit List, because screw the Elves!"... Yeah, Lurtz is going to have a field day burning the Elves. Just wait until the Elf King hears the impending "WAAAAAAAAGGGGHH!" coming...
Fanboy 316: While Deimos certainly does care for his servants, you can definitely bet he's thinking something else entirely when they do something stupid (Cough, Bolg, cough). I'm glad you think this is incredible! And I will see you later as well!
DinoZilla: Deimos certainly is going to become a bigger threat than even Nazarick if he keeps up his current plans, though with Barracoon running, er, floating around, I think it would be safe to say everyone's fucked when he gets to the mainland, because the UO Champions converted to YGGDRASIL's ideas and rules... Well Players have Stat Limit Breaks, Champions have Level Limit Breaks... Your idea of the Skavens/Ratmen and the Riddick Hellhounds actually did get through to me, as I'm sure you saw in the Spawning Pit scene (though without the Warhammer). As for Carne Village and Shagrat, well, we'll have to see if Lupusregina is already there or not...
daz95: Just as I said with DinoZilla, your ideas got through to me and I found to incorperate them all into the story. Mondain (And the Champions) with Gnarl and the other one will be incorperated into the story as well, though with some changes. I thank you again for the ideas!
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Final Note: If you have an idea that might sound interesting for the story, go ahead and post it in a review or PM it to me, I'll listen and see if it's viable!
And without further ado, I bid you all a good day!