Disclaimer: I don't own Overlord just like it
Every time I try to make Allom sing I go to Berserk outtakes to hear the voice actor of Griffith sing. It used to be the funniest bloopers I heard those outtakes, but now I heard funnier. Anyways, hope you enjoy this latest chapter.
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Nabe clenched her hands with the splenetic face seeing all four humans and black caster Evileye being nothing but lumps in Ainz's hideout.
Everyone in there was wondering why the adventurer's with magic and swords manship weren't joining them; that meant Rui.
"Are any of you part of those adventurer's looking for a prize in the newly found tombs?" Evileye asked.
"We weren't." Sanna said, disoriented by Evileye's mask. "But we can. Isn't it a bit cliché going somewhere probably hoarding riches like a lich in a church-the same one who rules over us?"
Evileye ignored Sanna's abrasive remark standing up and walking down a corridor.
"We'll leave at first light. I suggest you toss that vintage wine under your blouse away."
All the boy's except Shinirael gazed at her blouse. She fumbled her small fingers in her right hand through there showing them a flask with a small bird bath amount of alcohol.
"It would be my pleasure." She laughed with eagerness she did not feel.
While Sanna stepped away to discard her finest wine the oldest and youngest males sat side-by-side the older one holding a bowl of stew while the younger one chewed hesitantly on his remaining pieces of salad. He finished thoroughly sticking his tongue between his teeth-now he was holding the stew.
"Here. You enjoy some meat over vegetables, aye?"
Rui graciously took his steaming bowl of soup while a perplexed Nabe watched them.
"His body needs more than that pipsqueak rodent does. Why does he hand food he needs willingly?"
"And here I thought kindness was transient." Shinirael retorted. Just Nabe's luck another transient thing was coming and that was Allom singing to her; feet up, bow, and then standing upright.
"It toasty inside...
What a gelid world we have outside
Nothing wrong with being a little gelid,
It's what makes you a very cute salad
But O my dear;
I can picture you cordial."
Although nourishment was tantamount to humans and other mammals, angels fallen from grace required nourishment. Shinirael inhaled and exhaled while fixated on the jazzed Allom before squeezing Naberial Gamma's arm and dragging her to the fire.
"You..." she grunted.
"Either eat with me holding my hand...or he'll sing again."
They did it agreeing on one thing: Allom was too-far-out-flirt to be given a second glance and Īaragon was a numb leader.
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Demons sometimes soak their hands in blood of damned mutilated bodies, but one in his lair did it with water and soap. He was a dark skin, bespectacled, sharp fang demon or to some a Demiurge lookalike. He wore a white lab coat, had spiky silver hair sticking up, red eyes with dagger-esque irises and surgical gloves on.
After washing his hands he checked his orb with the power to view the world from outside; see it's non-pristine landscape and blowhorns heading his way. To his amusement an adventurer was on his way over with a trio of ladies accompanying him-looked like a harem to the demon while he murmured something that could not be heard with the orb-maybe the trilling of insects put a damper on his voice too-the demon thought...
'I wonder if I should give my subjects a beverage?'
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Naberial felt strange recalling what she did. While the fire was more riveting to look at then the humans, the five also didn't hold her hand with one numbskull worm-the only one of its kind to have a skull-pestered her over Shinirael holding her hand.
All throughout the night she saw the lurching, rolling body of Allom in all his carelessness while Shinirael slept like a body in a crept. As for the other worms: Rui slept in a futon, Sanna slept with saliva on her mouth while her face touched the locks and Īaragon didn't sleep...with his eyes closed.
Nabe pivoted from the campsite, the sleepy face of the laziest Guardian not from her guild, and walked outside to the cold, frigid night time outdoors with stairs that looked like Kyouhukou's children, but not squirmy.
"Nabe," a voice questioned her over anything else.
She flickered from the sky to the sitting child wearing a mask.
'When does she take it off?' Naberial asked herself.
"Couldn't sleep?" Evileye asked.
"Don't try to ask me something unrelated to your heart only to ask it out of nowhere. You want to know what happened between me and Momon that day he encountered Ainz Ooal Gown."
Evileye spoke to her honestly; only her and Nabe weren't asleep.
"They say your skills in combat are matched by your beauty, but who would let their partner fight that monster alone?"
Nabe's response to her was unconvincing-the gait's could say it better.
"If he wants to fight the most powerful being to ever strident through the light of life he must bury down in the darkness before it reaches the light."
Evileye could relate to that metaphor. She was a magic caster never showing her face but intrinsically a porcelain doll with refulgent red eyes trying to find the one person who brought her joy: Momon.
"Your a very good partner to Sir Momon and I'm sorry to have doubted you. Only he needs me and you to handle Ainz like he handled Jaldabaoth."
Naberial inhaled, exhaled. "What about Blue Rose?"
She used her body language to explain since her mask obscured her expression.
"From what the leader of Commenvalent says...the best are always far away."
The next day-half-twelve hours from Evileye's interrogation-Shinirael awoke. Everyone else human and formerly human were asleep, Shinirael taking that time to walk away and call his real allies.
"Silverbane. Can you hear me?"
"I can," the bipedal lizard-bird-caveman replied. "How's your adventure? Still only a euphemism for baby-sitting with those str
"It so far is only that, however, there's this little uninvited guest. Does Ainz or Dack know an Evileye?"
The room grew eerie while Silverbane pondered that name. Shinirael swore he was hearing water drop from a stalagmite below this cave. Paranoia on account his friend wasn't answering and probably running around to ask the eldlich or his leader with a lot more charisma and vigor.
Shinirael heard a voice speak up on his com, but it wasn't a man's voice.
"Evileye is heading your way. Let her find you, but only if you look stupid."
After turning off his com to be what Lord Dack would call "incommunicado"...Shinirael fondled the wall.
Evileye flew in no sooner than he started. She felt a wasp of surprise seeing how chummy he was with the wall.
"Is something in you shutting down?" She asked, a little supercilious in mood.
"I just think I heard something in these walls."
Evileye stood in silence feeling she was lulling behind his "smart thinking" before she cleared her throat to speak.
"According to your leader the best member with 'observation' and 'reaction'. I feel silly asking this from you, but can you kneel down so I can look...look at you with my own eyes."
Shinirael stopped playing and kneeled to her level...raising his toes up because being completely on his knees put him at her chin level. She showed him her crimson, refulgent eyes.
"Look at me, seriously-I want to see how you'd fare in all this."
Shinirael felt what a mortal feels: nervous.
The cave's length forked for Nabe who was checking up on Shinirael. Every direction veered right; feeling completely different from walking in the cave. Nabe intentionally stumbled where eyes incandescent in the shadows were gleaming into the eyes of Shinirael. She slid her hand carefully avoiding her thigh and instead grasping the hilt.
While Shinirael served Ainz he carried her protection. Eventually, Evileye concealed her eyes with her mask once more.
"Maybe this adventured has seared my opinion of people. Not to say you aren't strong...just not the kind of man I'm looking for...is it daylight outside? I'll go wake the others."
Evileye left with levitation magic keeping her afloat. Nabe walked to Shinirael; more so because she had questions about him than her worrying over him.
"You don't have any manga suppressing items on you. How did you fool her?"
He almost made a crack about using a fusillade of spells before the dwarf confronted him, but partners tell each other the truth-if they want to work well.
"I'm a fallen angel. I am invited neither in Heaven nor Hell. Ergo, I have lived my life with the humans both as a demon to them and pretending to be them. These humans can look at my mana as crystal as your Demiurge's eyes. Thankfully, Khatana94 has helped me overcome human circumspection."
Flashback:
In the Havamal Woods at night in the once vast, troubled and amazingly adventurous world of Yggdrasil...three day old Shinirael wandered with his creator Khatana94, to find and duel another player.
He wandered through the lair of a hydra rustled with heads and an orifice instead of teethless lips. This cave needed some buoyancy to remind low-level players they can strive for a bizarre, awesome fight. Khatana94 quickly reached the den of the boss, a lazy hybrid who wouldn't hurt you unless you hurt it first.
Shinirael watched his creator gaze at the six head, feather covered, blue scaly feathered, slumbering beast with meditation in his shoulders and throat. Finally, the challenger he awaited for entered.
The player's name was SteelRazor770. His eyes were yellow like the goatee he sported. He had a brown cloak, a grey haori, and beneath it was tight-fitting grey gi with one haori himos. He wears his weapon on his right side.
His NPC had a defined jawline. He was a tall and masculine NPC, had red skin, torn brown shorts, brown sideburns, and dark red eyes with oscillating yellow irises.
"Steel yourself, Wander of the Legendary Makeshift eyes!" The challenger exclaimed, clasping his hilt. "Your uchigatana will fall by my kodachi."
After roleplaying was over, Khatana94 rushed forward and delivered an onslaught of vertical, parallel, and cleaving slashes with his uchigatana easily parried by SteelRazor770's kodachi.
A bloom of blue was behind him when one thrash left a serrated mark on the hydra's neck. All six of the chicken looking monsters' eyes fixated on the one who hurt it-Khatana94-who was clashing and then using evasion techniques to avoid the blinding fast strikes of SteelRazor770's kodachi.
Before it could spew any corrosive smoke that would ebb the player's health the companion NPC started plowing his wings sending razor blade wind ebbing the monster's health. This move damaged but did not faze the hydra from inhaling, imbuing its venom mixed with the keratin in its beak, and spewed a yellow cloud on Shinirael's master while his back was turned.
Khatana could feel the game warning him he was poisoned. He grimaced with a smirk of sorts.
"Good ol' Yggdrasil. I'll miss you."
His first instinct was to use an antidote in his storage space; in the momentum of SteelRazor770 thrusting his kodachi...there was no time to stop clasping his blade, had to defend like a video game samurai.
A burly silhouette snuck behind a small cliff with a hole above of onrushing water. He hid where horizontal sheets drizzled over him, but he felt nothing. He watched SteelRazor770's NPC use a strength enhancing skill to give it newfound vigor. The NPC used its strength to lift the clucking hydra and toss it. On landing, it plunged into bony jagged stones in the wall. A little prickle from the wall and it exploded in a bloom firework of blue.
'Funny how the monsters who can dish the most damage can't take it.'
Or in his second opinion, it was the penchant of an NPC that was created by an administer and pinnacle player that wiped the boss out so easily. Back to the heated clash of blades, SteelRazor770 kneeled on one knee, slid his blade in the shirasaya , unleashing his blade in an arc Khatana was lucky enough to lop over.
His jump was more of a skyward tumble, but he kept his gait steady in this halogen cave illuminated by glowing fish in ponds-really just a virtual stage lighting setting. Khatana remembered to keep his sword clasped, and then a silhouette plummeted from the ledge while SteelRazor770 swayed his kodachi.
Right before he could plunge his kodachi with precision or fire an unerring perfect shot of an arrow in his inventory, a large trapeze built figure caromed into him knocking him down by surprise.
Khatana was dumbfounded by this strange entrance. By now he saw the gray pelt and two legs that looked almost human except more spindly and covered in fur.
That figure stood on his two beastly legs and Khatana recognized who it was...
"Dack."
"Hiya Khatana. Hiya SteelRazor."
His form changed from furry werewolf into young, unblemished Avatar. The only handsome member of their guild's kin.
"That was some duel you had going. Good thing he didn't have a naginata...or I'd be impaled by now."
SteelRazor770 would save his argument for Dack for later. Now-he scudded a little North while Dack scampered South. Khatana helped SteelRazor770 up; Dack ignored both men to look at the stiffboard NPC Shinirael.
"Out of all the species you could've made your battle partner you had to make him a skinny harpy?"
Both men stood together; the one with the uchigatana's face was awash with annoyance and rueful pout. He took three strideful steps before pinching Dack's pointy ear.
"Okay!" Dack cried. "Your an administer and I'm just a guy lucky enough to know you."
"Stop bothering Shinirael; my combined angel of Azazael and death angel." Khatana ordered while listening to Dack's trembling hagged breath.
"Azazel? You couldn't pick a better demon? The foliage in this game are no better than the trells of my neighbors porch."
Flashback End
"Lord Dack was a jester amongst my master and the other Supreme Ones. But he could mussle any beast without fear always made friends and never panics."
Shinirael gave Nabe something to think about: the urgency of their mission at its peak from this prolong flashback.
"Get moving. We're the only ones loathing around now."
Shinirael followed behind Nabe who knew how to find the egress point. Five silhouette's completely blinding in the illuminating light of a sunrise were ahead; and soon four smiling adventurer's and one somber face concealed dark caster were before them.
"You must be well rested now, friend." Allom said, a little too giddy to Nabe's disgust. He was a heinous worm.
"That barrier you made kept our horse's from freezing and being eaten by wolves." Sallan said, about to make a vulgar remark from her mouth that could speak miles per minute. "Maybe you can show me that inside a barrier...all alone you and me-"
Although knight's have a code about hitting women nothing was said about bonking them when they step out of line-which is what Iaragen did to his caster friend.
"I think Rui should mosey on and help bring our horses. Rui?"
"Okay!" he called.
Rui sprinted to the horses' stable. Iaragon took that time to be the layman.
"Rui and I will be sandwiched between you Allom and you Sallam in front and Shin and Nabe in the back. You two are great but we need you in the spot the smoke wisps. Evileye...please, I'm only telling you because I think it's the right move, but please ride with Rui."
Evileye just stood solemnly before attention diverted to her. She spoke after a not-so-quiet exhale, "I can ride with him...if his colt wasn't so small."
"Luckily we live in an opulent time of magic; Ainz lives in decadence and luxurious air, but we low humans have our ways."
Hearing him speak that way mused Evileye that she found a prospective ally while it infuriated Nabe. With some help from a magic seal held in the palm of Sallam's hands, the colt sank into an insignia glowing from the ground and a fluffy black charcoal feathered bird with a beak in the shape of a crow's but filling its whole body emerged. It's appearance didn't assuage the leader worrying over his comrade being scathed, severely injured or killed...he saw how well he handled climbing on the birds back.
"Like you say, big brother Shin...Yomonos!"
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The entranceway to Tainted Valley was a reluctant concession for Nabe-even Shinirael. Two masonry pillars stood gaped, strong to the point they were infallible and the landscape was smoldering air and erupting fire in contrast to the frigidness and lukewarm snow just atop the hill they strode down.
"GYAAA!"
A roaring beast tried scaring the group away, but the men were too cocksure and the women were unamused.
"Who wants to walk into the burning tundra with wyverns first?" Allom joked.
"Allom." Iaragon scolded taking away the bemusement.
"You and me first-that's an order."
Allom knew this was a fair punishment so he drove his horse, a little stilled with his feet but hardly brash, through the pillars with Iaragon. Shinirael also moved his horse; Nabe at his side.
He was only slightly past the pillars when a sound lapsed his concentration-and it had the same reverie of Lord Dack.
"Appraise plains." He spoke in a soft, murmuring way to Nabe.
At first the tundra plains were just the small specks-the bigger the beast the wider/bigger they would be. But something happened riveting Shinirael in shock a cluster of specks big, large, and glowering surrounded the four small specks, a little bigger speck and large as well as extra large...them.
He was almost egregious enough to say nothing, let what was coming keep his party rivetedly still, but he though of his lord and what he'd say.
"Everyone listen. Do you hear that?"
They pulled the reins of their horses bringing them to a halt. Eyes were looking away from flesh diverted to the ledges overhead the crevice. Like waves of an ocean, the white clouds subsumed by the smog, stretched in a streak. If things stayed quiet any longer the cocksure Allom would break the silence-as practice in his mirror-but unwanted company making reverberating grows appeared.
What loomed overhead were bipedal wolves carrying with two hands and three fingers their axes, straining to keep their feet steady while the height made them dizzy, two-headed wolves called Orthrus.
"Orthrus and Kobold's?!" Allom gasped. He twiddled his fingers together while narrowing his eyes on his leader. "Would I be a coward saying this is too much for our party to handle; get behind Shin and run...? Just kidding. Evileye, give us a fort to hide in?"