AN: I want OC to be a Dullahan, because I like the concept behind them. I will write it so that only Overlords have the effects of emotional suppression, because Yuri Alpha seems very emotional to me. The reason for that ist that it opens more room to write. The OC will have more empathy than Ainz. Most important for me is that Nazarik is not yet here. I want to delay Nazariks arrival into the new world.
"I love cookies" → thoughts
"I love cookies" → speech
"I love cookies" → spell
Prolog
Yggdrasil : Niflheim POV Sir Litzelot (OC)
Sir Litzelot did not join any guild, because it would hinder his gameplay. While most Heteromorphs played Yggdrasil in a guild, for safety against humanoids, Sir Litzelot decided against it. He mostly played the role for fun it brought him, not to farm or play in a guild. He liked to roam around on his summon and try to scare a few humanoid noobs, while carrying his head in a threatening fashion, or appreciate the view Yggdrasil can deliver. Even though some guilds invited him like nine ooal gowns he declined, but tried to remain in good contact. Over time he could less and less appreciate the scare he gave the noobs, because in the end less and less players tried Yggdrasil. And in the last two months he looked for a good place, when the server would shut down. On the last day he finally found it. It was a dark forest with a small hut in it. He then decided that he would stay in that area before the shut down of the server. It would fit. The dark forest, hard to navigate through for a human, the hut could remind of a home or last resting place for the dullahan and the final reason was that the place would fit the character well. At 23:55:00 he had done his last preparations for his final moment ingame. He summoned a bicorn, which he used as a horse, and positioned himself in front of the hut. The feeling of sadness overwhelming him and it became stronger and stronger.
23:59:55
23:59:56
23:59:57
23:59:58
23:59:59
He braced himself for the inevitable
00:00:00
00:00:01
00:00:02
"What the hell? Shouldn`t the server shut down? Why am I still here? What is going on?" Sir Litzelot shouted. Confusion and fear spreading and growing stronger. He whirled around until, *thud* "OUCH!", his vision blurred for a second and he felt his head bumping something and turning around. He saw the sky, with its beautiful stars and moon. He then saw his steed and then saw the dullahan upon it. Fear for his life spreading even further. The Bicorn sensing its rider`s fear became visibly angered. After around five minutes of screams, head bumping and even more fear, he tried to run, only to realize that the men on the bicorn startet to move like it wanted to run. He then thought "I should try to move in a way only I would do for a moment, if I am right it is my body" . So Sir Litzelot tried to scratch his head, only for the body on the bicorn to try to scratch the air. After that he tried to get off the Bicorn, which was feeling strange. It was strange in every sense, because he could actually see his body, " just like the stone old games with controllers", he thought to himself. After another five minutes he did it. He moved his body off the bicorn and managed to walk to his head.
After picking up his head he did a mental dance and tried to walk a bit around the bicorn. He feared it would stampede off and he would not be able to catch it. After he felt secure enough he got on his bicorn and looked around seriously for the first time. The hut was gone, more importantly the forest was not as dark and dense as before. He then thought about the happenings and priorities. "shit. I have no idea where I am. I need to know where I am and need to know if I can still use my abilities and I need to learn how heteromorphs are seen. Maybe get some cushy life, unlife, what ever. Should I hide or should I be open about my condition and so on. argh", rang through Sir Litzelots head. With no directions and no idea in mind he started to travel in one direction and pinned his head between his legs.