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Volume 1
Arc 1
Chapter 3.5
Ken, Capital of the Seven Shield Alliance, two days later...
Out of all the things that Celestine was expecting today, she had not expected to be surprised.
Whilst she, the noble and the seven princesses were discussing various topics, the doors to the meeting hall suddenly burst open. All those gathered in the meeting, including the Seven Shield Princess, watched as a bald man suddenly entered in the midst of their meeting.
"I hope you have something worth listening to" spoke a nobleman. "We were discussing very important matters"
"Forgive me milord" the man apologized. "But I have been sent by Volt himself to deliver a message to you"
At the mention of Volt's name, it had gotten some including Maia complete attention.
"Volt has sent you?" A noblewoman questioned.
"Yes, lady Guinevere" the man nodded. "It was important that this news must reach you"
"Then you must have traveled quite a distance to get here" Celestine spoke. "Please tell us, what kind of news do you bring from the North?"
"Ill news, Lady Celestine"
The man began telling them all of the tragic events that were the complete annihilation of The Myrmidons. They were meant to have linked up with the Black Dogs for a coordinated assault on the Black Fortress.
Along the way, the Myrmidons were ambushed by a large force of monsters. They were caught out in the open and weren't prepared nor ready to face them and as a result of this mistake they were butchered and slaughtered to the last man.
By the time the man was finished speaking, for the first time in quite a long while, no one uttered a word. It was only after a minute of silence that the hall finally fell into utter chaos.
"Impossible!"
"No way!"
"The Myrmidons; one of the most renowned and strongest mercenary armies, whose strength is the same as that of the Black Dogs were wiped out?"
"And just like that too?"
While the Nobles bickered and conversed with one another, the more conservative few; including Celestine and the Princess Knights made no attempt in stopping the nobles. Each were lost in their own thoughts as they processed the news in different ways.
For Celestine and the few calmer sects of the nobility, it was but devastating news. From their perspective, they have lost a valuable and key ally in this war.
The Myrmidons were regarded as one of the greatest and renowned mercenary force alongside the Black Dogs. They were smaller, yet possessed skilled and elite cores of warriors in the form of the Gargoyles, Brutes of the Hound and most notably the Silver Shields.
"How do we even know if this man is telling the truth or not!?" a nobleman shouted.
The messenger did not respond, instead, he took a pouch that hung on by his side and turned it upside down, dumping its contents onto a nearby table.
"What is that…?"
It was a single bronze bracelet; simple in design and was etched in dried blood. The messenger picked up the bracelet and raised it up for the noble to see properly.
"It is a bracelet, Lord Archibald" The Messenger answered him. "The same bracelet that the leader of the Myrmidons; Nero Argyros"
The bronze bracelet of Nero Argyros was all that was needed to convince all of the truth of the messenger's words.
"Then the Myrmidons are no more," Guinevere muttered.
"Yes," Celestine sadly nodded "We have lost a valuable ally and friends."
"This all but tips the balance back in the Dark Queen's favor!" Archibald shouted, fear returning to his voice. "This all puts us at a disadvantage"
"Disadvantage!? What are you talking about?" It was Maia who responded to Archibald's words. "We have the Black Dogs! There all that we need to defeat that Dark Elf!"
"Yes, but we still lost an ELITE FIGHTING FORCE, Maia. While I think the Black Dogs strength is commendable and Volt is certainly a great strategist, Nero, and his group was WAY more specialized!"
"...Okay, good point." Maia grumbled.
"That's enough" Celestine raised her voice, silencing the two. "Let us take this a bit more seriously., Am I clear?"
"Yes, Lady Goddess/Celestine" they both replied.
Satisfied, Celestine turned her attention back to the Messenger.
"I thank you for bringing this ill news to us"
The Messenger merely bowed in response.
"...were there any survivors?"
A majority of the people present including Celestine and the other Seven Shield Princesses all turned to the origin of that question. It was a woman who possessed the height and body of a 12-year-old child, wearing a green with orange hair and eyes.
She wore an expression that combined dismay, fear, and hope into one.
"I'm sorry Lady Luu-Luu" The Messenger sadly spoke once more, shaking his head. "There were no traces of any who survived, I am sorry."
"...I...see…" Luu-Luu muttered, her gaze dropping to the wooden floor. She immediately stood up from her seat. "Lady Celestine, can you excuse me for a few seconds?"
Celestine nodded in understanding and she and others watched as Luu-Luu slowly made her way to the nearest door.
Two seats from Luu-Luu, Prim; one of the other Seven Shield Princesses and a close friend to Luu-Luu attempted to get up and follow her friend, but a hand from her cousin Alicia prevented her from doing so.
"She needs time to herself, Prim," Alicia told her sadly.
Prim could only watch sadly as her best friend silently left the room.
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Somewhere in a deep and dark dungeon, a goblinoid walnut on legs strolled through the barely illuminated hallways, it's light stone on a poll showing its path. Covered in its ragged robes with a long white beard and even longer ears, most would mistake this creature for an old goblin.
Fools all of them!
This dark and mischievous bugger was not some green idiot that sat and beat rocks together in a cave.
No, this was a Minion!
A Minion named Gnarl!
And Gnarl felt good today.
Well, not 'good' in the relative term but rather as in he had felt hope for EVIL return.
How long had it been? 500 years ? or 550? It had been a long time, that was for sure.
These centuries he and the minions had spent in hiding, like rats in the sewers.
With the Nether Tower demolished there hadn't been anyone worthy of the Title of Overlord.
He had thought there was one but that had been a mistake he will not repeat.
Sure there were evil bastards all around with men such as Volt and the Demon fellow who was fighting those dragon-lads north of here.
However, none of them truly had EVIL in them. Both only cared for their carnal desires, not the bigger picture! They lacked the sense of destruction, the will to dominate ALL, not just one gender. The wisdom how to rule a kingdom effectively and make your name a curse only to be spoken in whispers. Becoming an unstoppable force of Chaos, Death, and Hopelessness!
Becoming an Overlord!
Oh, how he missed those days!
Still, there was hope!
As disgusting as the word 'Hope' was in Gnarls eyes, finally there was a potential candidate to Dominate the lands and bring doom to all!
Nero Argyros! Hero of Eostia! The leader of the Myrmidons! Champion of the people! Model of Selflessness! Paragon of Justice!
Also, a Man who had just lost everything he held dear, who hasn't any loved ones except for his dead companions with a troubled past and a quite Interesting Heritage…
Someone who might want revenge…
Someone who might...lose his morality…
Gnarl wanted to cry tears of Joy. What better candidate to turn into an Evil overlord than the one the people looked up to?
Oh, it was going to be the third Overlord all over again…
Gnarl shook these thoughts out of his mind! He could fantasize about all the Carnage and Chaos later! Right now he had an Overlord to prepare! He had ordered the other minions to put their new 'guest' into the "Tomb".
It would take about a year, but after that, their new master's body would have taken enough evil energy to not just be fully healed but improved as well!
After all, an Overlord needs to be big and strong to conquer and destroy and not some scrawny git!
Finally, the Old Brown had arrived at his destination.
The Forge.
The Chamber was barely held together by the stone pillars, some entrances to the forge had been blocked by rubble.
The forge itself was a rusty and ancient thing that was barely kept together, it fires weakly illuminated the halls and the smoke barely made it to the ventilation, giving the room a smoky smell and stinging everyone's eyes.
Near the forge was a table where the 'armor' had been placed. At the forge itself, two minions had been hammering at what looked like the beginning of a sword.
The first one was a Brown wearing a welding mask and a set of scrap armor who was carelessly hammering at the small plate of metal, giggling manically.
The Second was a small female Green wearing a blacksmith apron, a pair of goggles and had red hair tied in a bun.
Those were the two forge minions: Ricket and Giblet
"Smash, Smash, Smash!" The Brown cackled.
"Mister Giblet! You're hammering the wrong way!"
Giblet looked down at the hot metal, realizing that he had flattened the sword grip instead of the tip.
"Oh...HAHA my bad's"
"Now what are you Nitwits doing ?" Gnarl asked, with a devilish smirk. Both other minions shrunk under the Elder's gaze.
"M-Mista Gnarl! W-We were just working on a blade of our new Masta." Ricket stammered
"Yes! Sword for Masta must be sharp! For slice and dice!"
"Hmm indeed, but it seems you two have forgotten the ground rules of smithing. "
"W-We haven't Mista Gnarl! It's just…"
"Spit it out, you ninny!"
"We no have minions to sacrifice..and forge is poo-poo."
Ah yes, that explained why the current sword looked like it had been made by a 5-year old that had been dropped one-too-many times.
"I see, well then can you at least scrap a sword together with some of the metal bits. ?" Gnarl said, pointing at the barrel at the far corner filled to the brim with rusted weapons and armors.
"Uh I geu-" Ricket began only to be shoved away by Giblet
"UH HUH! ANYTHING FOR DA MASTA!"
"Good, Good. Now about that…'armor'."
The Three minions made their way to the table and looked over Nero's damaged armor.
Even after all that it went through, the Bronze armor still had a Heroic feel to it, with its bronze/white color scheme, black marking and white plum on top of the helmet's head it turned was the armor of a champion of good.
Gnarl started to scream as his eyes burned.
"BY THE INFERNAL ABYSS! IT BURNS! IT BURNNSSS!"
Gnarl looked away and started to swear in the forbidden tongue. The other two started to feel nauseous but kept themselves straight.
The Head-Minion turned to the other two.
"This…Thing is too heroic! How could our Overlord wear such a disgusting attire…"
"Shameful…" the green agreed.
"Me think me has to puke…" Giblet said before he suddenly had to close his mouth. He rushed to the nearest bucket and vomited his lunch out. After finishing up and leaving the bucket with a black and dark liquid inside he weekly strode back to the others.
"Minions! We simply cannot let out Master go into combat in such gear! I mean Gold and White? He's going to be an Overlord for Evil's Sake, not a damn fairy! And who in their right mind wears a COMBAT SKIRT?! Real men wear greaves!"
Gnarl started to rant on about Nero's armor. After what felt like several minutes, the Old Minon finally calmed himself.
"Calm yourself Gnarl, you can salvage this...you can fix this!" The Minion said to himself. He then straighten himself up and looked back at the two
"Alright, you lazy, imbecilic maggots! Both of you will have to fix this!"
First, he pointed at Giblet.
"You! I want you to make a blade worthy of our Lord! Take the rusty swords and make something that shall bring fear into the hearts of our enemies! Add a skull or something! Just make sure it's evil and sharp!"
"HI HI HI, YES MISTA GNARL!"
Then he pointed at Ricket
"I want you to fix that travesty of an armor! First, add a layer of Iron over the armor as to cover up that horrendous color scheme!"
"uhh, I don't think we have enough iron for that!" Ricket pointed out, only to receive an angry glare from the head minion
"Then figure something out, you nit! As I was saying, then the helmet's plum away and replace it with a crimson one that has been created by dipping the feathers into blood! Next, you're going to add a few horns to that helm it to give it that Overlord look!"
"The crown-shaped horns?" The green interrupted again.
"Precisely! Next, replace that damn skirt with graves! I will not let the first Overlord in these past 500 years skip around the fields like a damn school-girl!"
"Yes, Mista Gnarl!"
"Anything that might miss, replace it with a skull or something! It's not as protective but it's going to certainly create fear amongst the masses!"
Ricket nodded and went to the armor.
Now all he had to do was wait! The Overlord will take a year to awaken fully, but by that time they would have prepared everything!
Soon Eostia shall feel TRUE EVIL rise again!
Author's notes:
I know this chapter was short but this is meant to set the stage for the next chapter; which will be more longer of course.
Btw; can anyone tell me the plot of Taimanin Battle Arena for me? I have an idea for a crossover for it but I need to know the plot of it to be able to figure out what I want for this one.
Made myself a youtube channel last month. Based around Fgo and what challenges and boss battles it offers which are really a challenge for a casual player such as myself.
A link to my Channel is in my profile for you to have a look at.
If you're a fan of Fgo (Fate/Grand Order) consider subscribing to my channel; to see what kind of battles I'll be putting out (For when they come around lol). :)
Anyways hope you enjoy this chapter.
Special thanks to Mr. Quentin (quentin3655) for writing the minion part!
