"I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: 'O Lord make my enemies ridiculous.' and God granted it."
-Voltaire
In Nordland
After a brief stop in Lustria to pick up supplies they had left the New World to go back to the Old World, Nordland specifically. Oda had collected disgustingly large amounts of pickled fish, much to Momonga's discomfort. As the Samurai Warlord marched into Town with his following of Ashigaru and Suzuki, the inhabitants of the settlement including the beggars were all watching them. Momonga was uncomfortable again. Then he realized that Oda was heading towards a bar.
The Overlord realized that all the people here spoke a dialect of German. He knew of the language because he had gone through a faze at one point. He decided to explore and see if anything of interest was here. He turned invisible and left the bar after letting the man know. He saw various people moving about, but he then noticed something moving in the shadows.
It was an anthropomorphic figure, that resembled a certain pest that was one of the few things that survived in his polluted world.
"Is that a Ratman?!"
In the Drakwald
A man bearing a metal arm and toting a shotgun, dressed in casual dress-shirt and trousers, was running from an angry horde of Beastmen through the sea of trees. He eventually came across an abandoned log-cabin and decided to use it as a shelter. He got in and slammed the door shut then barricaded it. He leaned against the door for good measure. However, an arm broke through the window and grabbed his face.
"Fuck off Bambi!" He shouted as he shot the Beastman's arm off causing it to howl in pain.
Then it busted in through the window, only to be cut down by a huge iron sword. However, it was much too big to be called a sword. Massive, thick, heavy and far too rough. Indeed, it was like a heap of raw iron. The person wielding the weapon was a man who appeared to be missing an eye and had a bleeding mark on his neck resembling a brand.
"Don't get in my way." Said the black swordsman.
"Not a chance Bloom McGloom." Said the other man.
The swordsman just smiled grotesquely as more Beastmen started breaking in through the window. The man aimed his shotgun and blasted an Ungor's head off, cocked and fired again removing the head of a Gor. As the other man reloaded, the swordsman cut a Bestigor in half with a sideways swing. As more Beastmen began to break in through the other windows, the man looked at the swordsman to make a suggestion.
"Back to back?" asked the man.
"Fine." Said the swordsman.
They formed position to cover both sides as the swordsman began to cleave through the Beastmen, while the other man blasted the Beastmen on his side. Then the door burst open as a minotaur entered. Suddenly, the swordsman caught it off-guard as he shoved his arm in its face revealing himself to also have a metal arm. His arm then turned into a canon which then fired, blasting the minotaur's face clean off. Then it was over, as everything was quiet.
"Groovy!" exclaimed the man with the shotgun.
"The names Ash." He said introducing himself.
"Guts." Said the black swordsman.
Hexoatl, City of the Sun
Lord Mazdamundi was unsettled by the recent set of occurrences. A dead Promethean had washed up on the shore. The Skinks had then reported a flying figure soaring over the cliffs as a sign of Tepok, The Inscrutable. This could only be a sign telling them to strengthen The Great Warding and declare war on the Dark Elves. He prepared to journey with Lord Kroq-Gar to amass a great invasion-force in order to subjugate the Warm-bloods.
Somewhere else in Lustria
The Hunter had finally made a semi-permanent base, made of wood, stone, grass and mud. It was fortified with booby-traps and a fence made from local flora and fauna. Wooden stakes and bones decorated the entrance. Anything to ward off potential invaders or hostile wild-life. He even used poison in some places for good-measure.
Then suddenly, a group of men dressed in Germanic Hunting Gear emerged from the jungle. They were being led by one man in particular. Markus Wulfhart the Huntsmarshal of The Empire and "Chief of Scouts." The Emperor, Karl Franz had sent Markus to Lustria in order to set a foothold to build a permanent settlement in Lustria. The Hunter's abandoned encampments had intrigued the Expert Huntsman for some time.
Tilea
The Tilean Merchants had explained to the guards with a cover-story, saying that Goblin Slayer was a man of mixed heritage with blood from Stirland, Nordland and Kislev. However, they didn't have a decent enough explanation for the green gentleman. Luckily, they allowed him in due to good behavior and his surprising use of charisma. As they walked into the city it was booming with activity, with tall buildings all around. It reminded Goblin Slayer a bit of Water Town, while Mugrub was reminded of Aundair.
Then Mugrub was approached by multiple dwarves who looked curious.
"Excuse me green man? Can we look at your sword?" said one of them.
He graciously obliged and handed it over. They began to inspect it carefully with interest, before their eyes widened.
"This sword kind o' looks like Gromril with a few differences. Where'd ya get this?" asked the Dwarf.
He had no idea what Gromril was but he decided to answer.
"I found it in some ruins and it's been my favorite weapon ever since."
"I am Gronrac Forgeflame, a Blacksmith and this is Thuram Bronzefinger an Engineer, we've never seen a weapon quite like yours and we would know." Said the Dwarf before handing it back.
Oh My! This appears to be building up nicely. Suzuki Satoru has had his first encounter with The Skaven and two demon-slayers have met in the Drakwald. Also, finally, the Butterfly effects begin to show themselves, I'd like to know if what I wrote was believable and well written.
Omake
A village had fallen to a band of Slaaneshi Cultists and every man, woman and child, even the elderly were being violated in unimaginable ways that are best not described. A Reiksguard was currently tied to a post with knives being thrown at him by a Daemon Prince.
"Damn you!" shouted the guardsman.
"Aww, I'm just having a bit of fun!" Said the Daemon Prince of Slaanesh in a cheery voice.
"You're a monster!" Yelled the guard.
"Oh, I'm a monster?! Well I love being a monster! But, tell you what buddy boy…" said the Slaaneshi Daemon Prince as he strutted closer.
"Do you know who David Cronenberg is?" asked the Daemon Prince.
"No." said the Guard, confused.
"Oh Joy! Then You're going to love this!" he said ominously.
The Night was filled with the sounds of flesh tearing and the screams of the Reiksguard as something horrible happened to him.
"Ahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, this is fun!"
