The Rival of Nazarick

by DWAR

Momonga was not the only guild leader to be transported to the new world. With vast and terrifying legions at his command, this new guild master is eager to live the dream of an evil overlord. But as both guilds seek to expand their influence, it is inevitable that these two dungeons will finally discover one another. And on that day, woe to those caught between their rivalry.

3. Experiments of a Twisted Nature

"Speaking"

"Thinking"

"Spell"

Chapter Recap

"Greetings my lord Morbus. What brings you to my humble domain"?

Forcing his face to adopt the same emotionless expression he had when conveying his orders to the wraiths, the last Shadowed Lord slowly turned his body to stare into the serpentine eyes of the most powerful NPC in Utumno.

...

Like most of the NPCs designed by the founding members of the Shadowed Lords, the one looming over the secretly nervous doppelganger had been based off one of the more powerful evil characters that had existed in Tolkien's works. But instead of modeling his creation after Middle Earth's most iconic fire breather, the player known as WheresMyMoney, who coincidentally had been given the responsibility of being the guild's treasurer, had instead chosen to design his most powerful creation after a creature that while only getting a short paragraph of mention, was nonetheless labeled as the most powerful Dragon to exist in the fictional history of Middle Earth.

Fully aware of the destructive capabilities of the black scaled NPC, and knowing that it was only his position as guild leader that prevented the massive dragon from attacking him as soon as he walked into the treasury, an extremely useful setting that had proved itself during the few times an enemy guild had managed to penetrate further than the upper levels, the armored doppelganger quickly fell back into his overlord persona and spoke in a confident, yet respectful tone as he spoke to the winged serpent.

"Greetings Ancalagon. I trust that my presence here is not an unwelcome one"?

Receiving a sinister grin that revealed a mouth full of razor sharp fangs that were nearly as long as his arm, the former librarian was relieved when the 200 meter long dragon shook its massive head and gazed at him with a look that was filled with reverence.

"Of course not my lord. As the leader of Utumno, you are the sole being alive, apart from my creator, whose power and majesty surpass my own, and for that you have unlimited access to whatever it is you seek in these halls as well as the right to command me as you will. Though I must admit that I am surprised to see you here, as its been some months since you've felt the need to grace this chamber with a visit. But given what that little shrieker told me, I should have suspected you would come here".

Nodding his head at the large reptile's observation, and undecided if he should feel insulted or amused by the dragon's choice of name for his wraiths, Morbus gestured to the golden statue behind him that not only bore a perfect resemblance to his default form, but also displayed some of the few custom made items of the guild that could match the power of a World Item.

"You are correct in your reasoning Ancalagon. With Utumno facing the unknown, and unaware of exactly what type of adversaries we might face in the future, I deemed it necessary to equipt myself with my greatest weapons on the off chance that our potential enemies surpass the strength of our strongest warriors".

Even though he could tell that his comment stung the dragon's pride, Morbus could tell that Ancalagon agreed with his reasoning, if only grudgingly. So it was with a great deal of confidence that the armored doppelganger turned his back on the guardian of the treasury and quickly moved to relieve his golden statue of its powerful ornaments before he resumed his talk with the giant reptile.

"Their is also a strong possibility that their may be one or two pla...I mean beings out their that are able to match me in strength. So rather than simply stand by and pray for a favorable outcome, I will do everything in my power to ensure that Utumno will triumph over any enemy that seeks to destroy us".

Seeing nothing but fierce determination in his master's eyes, Ancalagon gave off a rumbling laugh of amusement before turning his attention towards the 3 items that had been personally been crafted by the molten eyed doppelganger to crush all those who had once dared to oppose the supremacy of Utumno.

"With those items in your possession my lord, I doubt that even the combined power of your predecessors could stand against you".

'Nor for that matter any NPC that might have issues with my rule".

Judging that it wouldn't be wise to alert the enormous reptile as to the true purpose of his actions, Morbus simply nodded his head in agreement with Ancalagon's statement before he turned his attention towards the 3 items that had caused his teammates to jokingly name him the Lord of the Smiths. Given that he had equipped his character with the Alchemist and Craftsmanship job classes, the moniker was oddly appropriate, especially since he had spent most of the time before he became guild leader locked away in Utumno's forges, constantly trying to find new ways to enhance the collective might of the Shadow Lords, though as time went on this gradually shifted towards a more selfish purpose.

However the first item in his hand had been created with a more selfless purpose, and even though it had been 2 years since someone else had worn it, the Canadian player couldn't help but feel that it belonged to his predecessors just as much as it belonged to him. While it was nothing more than a circle of iron with white jewels being held by 3 of the 6 prongs sticking out of it, the simplicity of its design strongly contradicted with the set of abilities that it bestowed upon whoever won the right to wear it. In addition to granting it's wearer heightened resistance against unholy magic, it also greatly enhanced a player's combat effectiveness against the undead regardless of whatever racial type the wearer might be, while also allowing a player to equip themselves with divine leveled items with out any penalties.

However, in accordance with the rules concerning the creation of customized objects, the Iron Crown had been created with a couple of built in weaknesses to balance out the benefits of using it. For one, it greatly lowered a player's resistance to attacks of a holy nature, ensuring that any damage sustained from a holy attack or effect would result in loosing triple the amount of HP that would have normally been suffered. In addition to that, any undead or unholy player who wore the crown would also experience a gradual decrease in HP similar to the effects of poisoning, while any attempt to remove the crown would result in creased damage and the inability to use 8th tier magic and above for a period of 24 hours.

Despite these limitations, and the fact that only 2 guild leaders had been of the unholy or undead classes, the Canadian's player's attempt to create the treasured possession of Tolkien's most powerful villain was met with praise, and was eventually voted to become the official symbol of the Shadowed Lords.

Thankfully since his character's race was neither unholy or undead, the Canadian player only had to worry about the Iron Crown lowering his resistance to holy attacks, which he considered a small price to pay for increased defense against a dungeon full of potentially hostile NPCs who were either of the undead or unholy category.

Carefully placing the crown upon his head, and shrugging off the odd sensation of it changing size so it wouldn't slip off, Morbus focused his attention on his second, and if he was being honest with himself his most treasured creation, for unlike the crown, which had taken him nearly 2 months and the assistance of some of his teammates to create, the small yet extremely powerful weapon in his hand had taken over a year, and the equivalent of 3 months salary to finish. And unlike the Iron Crown, which had been created as a weapon that only the guild could wield, the small golden ring in his hand had been designed solely for his usage.

A near perfect replica of probably the most iconic piece of jewelry in history, the only difference being that the glowing elvish writing was visible at all times instead of only appearing when it was exposed to fire, the Ring was considered to be one of the most powerful weapon in Utumno's arsenal, equaled only by the 4 World Items that the guild had managed to procure during the course of its existence.

Due to the amount of time and money that went into its creation, the abilities of the Ring where impressive for it had been designed with the purpose of not only raising the wearers magical attributes past the maximum level, including the ability to increase the amount of spells a player could learn, but also the ability to target an allied player or NPC and temporarily increase their current attributes by at least 50%. In addition to that, Morbus has also ensured that the Ring could turn its wearer invisible, though its effectiveness and time limit depended on how much MP a player had, and the ability to greatly enhance a player's ability to launch a mental attack while significantly lowering the targets ability to resist.

Naturally the doppelganger had to incorporate a weakness in his weapon's design to ensure that it followed YGGDRASIL's rules concerning customized weapons, but unlike the Iron Crown, whose vulnerabilities were more in less similar to what happened in Tolkien's works, Morbus had taken steps to ensure that the the penalties in wielding the Ring were less obvious than his first creation. While it was true that the Ring lowered a player's resistance towards elemental attacks, the former librarian had decided that instead of doing the obvious and making the wielder more vulnerable to fire based attacks, he would ensure that the Ring wearer would suffer more damage when attacked with water based attacks. In addition to that, he had had made it so only a magic caster capable of using over rank magic could activate its stat raising ability, which mean that if anyone else tried to use it they would only be able to use its effect to turn invisible.

Placing the Ring on his finger, the armored doppelganger instantly felt a rushing torrent of heat spread throughout his body, as if his blood and vain had been replaced with rivers of liquid fire. And yet strangely enough this was not an unpleasant sensation, for it was similar to how his body reacted after having a couple of stiff drinks, minus the dizzying sensation that always followed.

With some regret, Morbus pushed away the sudden impulse to begin his experiments in the the cavernous halls of the treasury, and instead focused on the remaining item in his hand, not bothering to fight the slightly melancholy smile that spread across his face as he fondly remembered the Shadowed Lord that had inspired him to create a weapon that was more akin to the world of scifi than the realm of magical fantasy.

Running a finger along the intricate designs of the golden cylinder in an almost affectionate manner, the final leader of Utumno pressed his thumb over the carefully hidden button, and watched with a slightly nostalgic look as a crimson beam of light appeared in front of his eyes. Unlike his 2 other crowning achievements, which had been created with the purpose of either raising a player's effectiveness against certain types of magic, or boosting their magical abilities past the maximum limit, Morbus had fashioned the golden handled weapons as a means for physically weak players to successfully challenge any player that was below the World Champion class. While the weapon did have the ability to massively increase a player's agility and magical defense, as well as providing a slight boost in physical defense, the true strength of the imitation lightsaber was its ability to deliver critical hits if it made contact with an opponents body, the ability to penetrate almost any defensive equipment, and the capability of either absorbing or deflecting an enemy's magical attack.

As with his other creations, their was a penalty to using the crimson colored blade, but like the ring, the vulnerability was something that not many players would think of. While wielding the futuristic weapon, a player's ability to resist attacks of a mental nature were drastically decreased, playing on the idea of the influence of light and dark aspects of the metaphysical power that existed in the most well known Scifi series of all time.

Unlike the majority of his creations, which had been designed with the purpose of either enhancing the capabilities of either himself or whoever it was that sat on the throne of Utumno, this weapon had actually been intended as a gift to perhaps the only founding member of the guild who never sought a position of power above her fellow Shadowed Lords. Choosing to create a character whose abilities had been geared towards increasing defensive nature of her dungeon, though her personalized NPC had been created with combat abilities that could rival his lead wraith, the player known as FrauleinDarkSide had been the rather close to the armored doppelganger, and it was for exactly that reason that the Canadian player had made her a weapon to compensate for her rather weak stats. Sadly, she had been forced to quit the game as she had lost her job 1 year before the former librarian won the position of guild leader, and even though he changed the rule regarding membership so she could rejoin the game, she had never returned to the rank's of Utumno, leaving behind only her red haired NPC, and the crimson colored weapon to remind the leaders that she had once graced their halls.

Shaking his head of the fond, yet slightly depressed feelings that always overtook him when he reminisced about his favorite former teammate, Morbus clipped the deadly weapon to his armored torso before addressing the still watching dragon with a respectful, yet measured gaze.

"I trust that you'll have no trouble leaving the responsibility of guarding these halls to some of your less impressive subordinates? For while I understand your devotion to you duty, it'll be more efficient if I can hold a meeting with all of the Supreme Generals at the same time".

Receiving an amused snort from the large reptile, Morbus felt the lingering traces of his earlier anxiety fade to nothing as the black scaled NPC reaffirmed his loyalty to the remaining Shadowed Lord.

"As the master of Utumno, your will always receive my highest priority. And though they do not even begin to approach the majesty that I possess, both Smaug and Scatha can competently defend the treasury in my absence. Though since you wish for me to attend this meeting on time, may I suggest that you hold it in Anfauglith, for I'm afraid that is the only space in the great kingdom of Utunmo that can accommodate a superior being such as myself".

Doing his best not to chuckle at the dragon's superiority complex, and knowing that he only had a limited amount of time to conduct his potentially lifesaving experiments before he met with the powerful creations of his guild mates, the armored doppelganger nodded his head in agreement with the large reptile's suggestion, forgoing to mention that he had already decided to use that dusty field for his purposes.

"Consider it done. Now if you excuse me, I have some business to attend to before the meeting, and I'd rather get it out of the way as quickly as possible".

Receiving an understanding, yet still sinister looking grin from the yellow eyed NPC, and feeling more confident in his ability to successfully pull off the role of a dark lord, the former librarian swiftly made his way to the still open doors of the golden lit room, which slammed shut with an ominous sounding boom as soon as he was back in the dimly lit passage ways of the fortress.

Pausing only for a moment to appreciate the style of the guild's former accountant, Morbus turned his attention towards his silent body guards, motioning with his hand that they were to accompany him to his final destination. However before he managed to walk out of sight of the golden doors, it suddenly occurred to him that perhaps he didn't need to wait to begin his experiments..

"I am such an idiot. Why should I waste my time by walking to a place where I intend to discover if I can use magic, when I can use magic to get there? The only issue is, how do I use magic? In YGGDRASIL, all you had to do to cast a spell was state its name, and as long as you had enough MP, the spell would work. But somehow I doubt that it will be that easy now. Still doesn't hurt to try, though it would probably be better if I started with something simple".

Taking a moment to picture what it was he wanted to happen, since he assumed that the rules governing magic revolved around one's ability to visualize what they wanted to happen as well as being able to utter the proper incantation, the slightly anxious doppelganger spoke the single word that would prove to him whether or not he could use the abilities he had gained during his time in YGGDRASIL.

"Fly".

As soon as he spoke the words for one of the most common, yet popular spells in the game, Morbus felt an odd, yet pleasant sensation spread throughout his body, feeling as if he merely had to jump into the air to escape the chains of gravity. Judging that the mechanics of successfully using the spell where similar to the ones that had existed in YGGDRASIL, the former librarian thought about what he wanted to accomplish, and to his great delight, his body slowly rose into the air until he could stare squarely into the flaming eyes of his demonic escorts.

Fighting down the almost overwhelming urge to celebrate the successful results of his first magical experiment, the now floating doppelganger briefly considered his next course of action. For while his first attempt at magic had been successful, he still needed to check whether or not he could access any of the abilities that had eared him the right to lead the Shadowed Lords.

"Lets see. I already have a good location where I can test out the full scope of my character's abilities, but the problem is how do I know if their effective against any of the NPCs of Utumno? I can't use my wraiths since it would be stupid to destroy the only ones whose loyalty isn't dependent on my position as guild leader, but I can't use any any other high powered NPC on the off chance that my experiments fail and they turn on me. And even if the test is successful, I have no clue if it's possible to revive them the same way it was done in YGGDRASIL, so it is very possible that their death will be permanent, thus weakening the overall power of Utumno. So what I need is a test subject that is weak in power, and whose loss won't affect the strength of my forces. And to my knowledge, only one Shadowed Lord made an NPC like that".

Not bothering to hide the feelings of disgust that stemmed from the knowledge that he had no choice but to rely on the creation of the most annoying member of the Shadowed Lords, Morbus stared at one of his balrog escorts with a look that clearly expressed his distaste for having been forced to give an order for something he had never dreamed of doing.

"Bring Lord DancingFool's creation to the Field of Anfauglith. I need something expendable to conduct my experiments on, and as much as I'm loath to admit it, that ridiculous...being will suit my purposes".

Receiving a single nod of acknowledgement from the balrog, though he could almost swear that it had done so with the greatest reluctance, Morbus turned towards his other burning bodyguard with a more measured expression.

"As for you, I want you to bring a platoon of orcs to the training field. It doesn't matter what type you bring, just as long as their fully armed and ready for battle. Understood"?

Receiving yet another nod of acknowledgement, though this time he could detect no signs of hesitation, the still floating doppelganger wasn't sure if he should feel relieved that the balrogs followed his orders, or nervous that they could perform tasks that were not part of their original programming. Deciding to push that thought out of his head while he was still alone in the dimly lit passages of the underground fortress, though he was surprised to discover that he could still perfectly despite the low lighting, Morbus focused his attention back to the more enjoyable task of figuring out how to successfully move his still floating body.

"Lets see, in YGGDRASIL all I had to do was angle my body in the direction I wanted to go and thing either forward, back, up and down. The mechanics should be the same in this situation, and if it fails, well...then I guess I'm walking the rest of the way".

Fighting the urge to shiver at the thought of walking through the eerily silent halls of his fortress without the protection of his flaming bodyguards, the former librarian took a deep breath, angled his body so it was leaning in the direction he wanted to go, and willed himself to move forward. Almost immediately, his body went from simply floating in mid air to zooming through the darkened corridors with an almost childlike expression of joy on his face.

"Man this is even cooler than it was in the game. So glad that I decided to store the fly spell within the ring. But got to focus, I only have an hour left before I meet with my former teammate's creations, and I can't act like a nerdish fanboy in front of them in case it discredits my ability to rule them. Still, should be able to find a valid enough excuse to justify the occasional flight session, but will think about that later".

Adopting a more serious expression than the one he had when he discovered that he could escape the chains of gravity, Morbus quickly thought about going faster, and before much time had passed, he soon found himself hovering over something that had no right existing underground.

Back when the founding members of the Shadowed Lords were transforming the arctic mine into an underground fortress, a fierce debate had raged on whether or not they should change the land surrounding the main entrance from snow covered scrub land to a vast empty waste land. Judging that it would be wiser to concentrate the majority of their efforts below ground, the surface had been left untouched, but that didn't silence the demand for the guild to have a wide open space where the members could not only train without drawing unwanted attention from hostile eyes, but could also practice wielding the vast hordes that would eventually become a key feature of Utumno's character.

Thus it had been agreed upon that one out of the mine's many vast chambers would be converted for this purpose, thus resulting in the creation of the barren wasteland known as Anfauglith, which in English roughly translated to Gasping Dust. With a ceiling that was so high up that it was barely visible to even his improved vision, and surrounded on 4 sides by towering walls of black colored stone, the vast field managed to fit all the necessary requirements needed for the floating doppelganger to test out his abilities.

Willing himself closer to the ground before he cancelled the spell that gave him aerial capabilities, and noticing that he was the only one present in the understandably dusty chamber, the developing overlord decided that it would be in his best interest to start his experiments before the arrival of his test subjects.

"Lets see, whats the best ability to start off with. Thanks to the Ring I have access to over 500 spells and an increased amount of MP, but until I'm sure that my spells can inflict damage on another person, better limit myself to 7th tier spells and my character's racial abilities".

Taking a moment to congratulate himself for his reasoning skills , and having already decided which spell he would use for his experiment, Morbus stretched forth his hand with his forefinger pointed forwards, thought about what he wanted to happen, and spoke the incantation that would would turn his intent into reality.

"Lightning".

As soon as he spoke the word to activate the spell, a single, yet powerful bolt of crackling energy sprang from Morbus's outstretched finger, and flew for a good 15 meters before it eventually dissipated over the coarse sands of the training field. Marveling at what he had just accomplished, and seeing no harm in taking his experiment to the next level, the armored doppelganger extended both his hands forward, and spoke the incantation that would allow him to act out the role of another powerful dark lord.

"Dragon Lightning".

Unlike last time where it had only been a single bolt of lightning, multiple tendrils of electric power danced from his finger tips that quickly formed into the shape of a dragon before leaping from his hands in a crackling roar. Staring at his armored hands in wonder, the former librarian felt his entire body tremble as an unidentifiable emotion took over his senses. It wasn't until he started breaking out in maniacal laughter that he realized that he might actually be able to pull off the role of a powerful dark lord.

Struggling to regain his composure after such an exhilarating revelation, and hoping to squeeze in one final solitary experiment before his body guards arrived with his chosen batch of test subjects, Morbus took a deep breath and focused on activating the ability that had time and time again proved its worth during his time in YGGDRASIL.

Almost immediately, the armed doppelganger felt the curious, yet not unpleasant sensation of his body becoming almost liquid in nature before he started to feel the odd, yet accurate impression that not only was he increasing in size, but that his limbs were changing shape so they bore no resemblance to their previous humanoid shape. Taking note that his transformation had also changed the appearance of his tools, for the Iron crown and Ring had expanded and were now serving as a collar and arm band respectively while the sword had combined with his new claws to give them a deadly looking glow, the transformed doppelganger gave a grin that was eerily similar to the one he had received from the treasure guardian.

"This is great. Thanks to my character's high racial levels, I can transform into anything I want. And though I might not be as powerful in those forms as the originals, it still provides me with a variety of skills that can be useful. Now all I have to do is wait for the balrogs to come back with..".

"OOOOHHHH NOOOOO! Lord Morbus got eaten by a wolf. Disa is terrible".

Failing to contain the rumbling growl that clearly expressed his irritation with the annoying voice of the one customized NPC whose combat skills rated even lower than the weakest dungeon spawn, Morbus focused on changing his canine form back into his default appearance before staring at the new arrival with an expression that barely managed to conceal his eagerness of harming the idiotic amphibian.

"OH begga mees pardon Lord Morbus. Meesa fogetting that yous can change f".

"Dragon Lightning".

Smirking as the pitiful creature screamed as it's body was pierced with crackling enegy, the venting doppelganger couldn't help but remember the circumstances that had led to the creation of the currently spasming NPC. Created by Shadowed Lord Dancing Fool just before he had been kicked out of the guild for his disrespectful attitude towards his fellow members, and being granted with the rare, and exceedingly annoying ability of self revival, it was safe to say that the NPC modeled after the most hated character in science fiction history was also the most hated being in Utumno's forces. The only positive thing about the largelly unkillable character was that he made an excellent test dummy and stress reliever, and that was the sole reason why Morbus had requested him for his experiments.

Turning his attention away from the smoking Binks towards the silently watching balrog, and judging that it wouldn't hurt to try and cement the loyalty of the burning demon by offering it a chance to indulge in a bit of violence, the increasingly more confident overlord gave the imposing bodyguard an order that caused the slowly recovering gungan to whimper.

"Kill him. And if you discover that he won't die after the first blow, you have my permission to torture him for a week. Just make sure you do it somewhere where I don't have to listen to his pitiful whining".

Despite the helmet that only allowed the balrog's eyes to be visible, the former librarian could have sworn that he was receiving a much appreicated smile from the flaming demon, who promptly hosited the now crying amphibian by the leg and dragged him out of the desert like room.

"Pleesa Lord Morbus sir. I'll besa a good. No needs to for this. Meesa begging youuuuu".

Giving off a cruel chuckle as the wailing NPC was dragged off by his terrifying bodyguard, Morbus quickly morphed his features back into the cold, indifferent look of a malevolent ruler as he spotted his second bodyguard arrive with the next batch of test subjects. While they were smaller in stature than the annoying gungan, the small group of low leveled spawn were not only better armed than the irritating amphibian, being equipped with dull multi pieced armor and crooked machetes, but also gave off a noticeable aura of evil intent that had been sorely lacking from the pitiful Binks.

Doing his best not to chuckle as they knelt before him in perfect subservience, the former librarian explained why he had summoned them in a regal, yet menacing tone of voice.

"Loyal servants of Utumno, you have been summoned here because our lands face an unknown situation. Thus in order to ensure the continued security of my realm, I require from you a service that only a solider of Utumno can provide".

Though still remaining in their kneeling positions, all of the goblins raised theirs heads so that the molten eyed doppelganger could plainly see the looks of fearful reverence that was clearly visible on their green skinned faces.

"It is an honor to serve you Lord Morbis. Lord of Shapes, Master of Utumno, Ruler of the Shadowed ho..".

"Choke".

With his hand outstretched in front of him in a manner that was very much similar to probably the most iconic villain of the modern age, Morbus watched with a visible interest as the goblin halted its grovelling in favor of trying to remove the invisible grip that was slowly crushing his neck.

"Ok, so not only can I use magic on myself and customized NPCs, but I can also use it on the generated spawns. And unlike the creations of my former teammates, these creatures are the very definition of toadying minions. Though shouldn't be surprised by their behavior since I would act the same way if I was a low leveled employee called to aid the head of a company".

Releasing the goblin from his invisible stranglehold, and hiding the slight unease he felt for having commited the violent act without any feelings of guilt, the armored doppelganger narrowed his eyes at the small group of soldiers, conveying that he was displeased with the interruption.

"While I appreciate the display of loyalty, mindless grovelling is something I won't tolerate. So hold your tongues until I have finished, otherwise you will find your existence to be painful as well as brief".

Seeing all of them nod their heads with a fearful enthusiasm, Morbus unhooked his forged weapon from his side, tossing it in an almost casual manner as he began to slowly pace in front of the deathly silent goblins.

"As I was saying earlier, Utumno is faced with an unknown situation, and since we have no idea of the nature of our potential enemies, I have called you here to help make sure that I am capable of leading our mighty legions to victory. I trust that none of you have any objections to this demand"?

Fighting the urge to laugh at the almost comical way in which the low leveled troops vigorously shook their heads, Morbus pressed the activation button of his golden handled weapon, taking a brief moment to admire the way in which the crimson colored blade gave off the familiar humming sound before adopting a position that FrauleinDarkside had jokingly called his dark lord stance.

"Then as the ruler of Utumno, I command that all of you are to do your utmost to try and land a blow on me".

Despite the shocked look on their faces, Morbus could see that they would comply with his order, no matter how reluctant they were to fulfill it. Though whether that reluctance stemmed from the near blasphemous action of attacking their ruler, or the knowledge that they woefully under powered compared to the might of the reigning shadowed lord, the former librarian couldn't say. But regardless of their feelings, they soon launched themselves at the waiting guild leader, providing him with a brief, but nevertheless informative combat session that proved that not only were his magical and racial abilities accessible, but that his capabilities as a physical combatant had also remained with him.

While having equipped his character mostly with job classes that favored magical ability over physical combat, the Canadian player had nevertheless seen the value of having a character that could continue fighting even if his MP levels had been drained. And while his physical attributes could never hope to match maximum leveled players who chose to exclusively focus on physical combat, his character's physical capabilities were more or less equal to mid leveled players who focused solely on physical ability. Naturally he had could temporarily increase his proficiency by either casting a spell or using pieces of equipment, but he judged that wouldn't be necessary for the opponents he now faced.

While the goblin soldier's were one of the more numerous troops used by the Shadowed Lords, they were also the weakest, with their primary value as an effective fighting force being that they could be quickly created in vast numbers, and the fact that it didn't take a lot of upkeep to maintain their numbers at the maximum level. So it was with relative ease that Morbus avoided their frantic, yet rather sloppy attempts to do him harm, and after judging that he could effortlessly avoid their attacks, the former librarian quickly went on the attack.

Slicing the head off one goblin with his crimson lit sword, the armored doppelganger effortlessly dodged a clumsy attempt to cut off his arm before stabbing another shrieking goblin through the neck. Jumping into the air with a grace that would have put any real life athletes to shame, the cape wearing guild leader quickly dispatched a further 3 goblins with a spinning attack that was oddly reminiscent of another green skinned warrior, before activating the ability that would halt the remaining goblins in their tracks.

"Aura of Despair Level 1".

Staring in amusement as survivors of his little test cowered almost pathetically for their lives, Morbus was prevented from expressing his gratitude in a manner that was common to all fictional bad guys when a pair of voices, one croaking with a sibilant yet oddly subservient tone, the other a melodious baritone, alerted the victorious doppelganger that his two hours were up.

"A most impressive display my lord Morbus. Truly a magnificent example of why you are the master of the forces of Utumno".

"Yes he is right. A flawless presentation of your abilities my lord. It was truly an honor to witness".

Adopting an expression of cool superiority, the man formerly known as David Wilson slowly turned his body so that he could taken in the bowing forms of 2 of Utumno's strongrest NPCs.

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And I think thats enough for now. Almost double the length of the previous chapter, so all of you should be happy despite the cliff hanger :)

Want to thank those who have shown an interest in the story, cause lets face it...this series is all about living the dream of a nerd who wishes he had his characters powers in real life lol.

Playing around with the idea of including what some other authors have done (i.e. having the characters of the story make their own comments) but still haven't decided.

Hopefully you all enjoy the direction this story is taking, escpially with his attitude facing the NPCs (which exist in the fictional works) as well as my spin on having iconic weapons that more or less act like they did except with a YGGDRASIL spin. And basic a lot of the characters abilities on how a YGGDRASIL player would go about creating a character based on LOTR and Star Wars Dark Lords, with the spells coming from YGGDRASIL of course. The only one that is not cannon is choke (but I think it would be there since their are over 6000 spells in the game). In terms of magical ability, he's not as powerful as Momanga/Ainz but that's cause he's added a physical combat class so he can't concentrate exclusively on magic (though the items could allow him to match and even surpass Ainz in terms of magical ability)

Next chapter will have the meeting of the Supreme Generals (my version of the Floor Guardians), and their impression of the OC. Will also have one or two NPCs who no longer exist in the official cannon universe of star wars (though given what Disney did to Grand Admiral Thrawn, that might change lol) And of course to cover that romantic aspect of the series, their will be female NPCs...though they will be more emotionally stable (i.e. they weren't programed to automatically love) than what happened in the series.

Apologies for including Jar Jar Binks in this story...but needed someone/something to serve to inspire dark humor, and I think we can all agree that nothing is more satisfying than torturing a gungan lol.

Anyways Reviews always welcome...thought negative language is not...More than happy to edit the story to match it with the series, and so far I think its working out nicely.

Below is the data for the characters already introduced, as well as the magical items. All Job/Racial classes were found in Overlord Wiki

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Morbus

Alignment: Extreme Evil.

Racial level: Doppelganger 15

Job Level: Greater Doppelganger Lvl 10, Necromancer Lvl 5, Unholy Knight Lvl 10, Illusionist Lvl 5, Sorcerer Lvl 10, Alchemist Lvl 5, Craftsmen Lvl 10, Prince of Darkness Lvl 10, Spirit Shaman Lvl 5, Overlord Lvl 4, Bard Lvl 5. Other 6

HP 80

MP 100

Phy Atk 50

Phy Def 75

AGL 45

Mag Atk 80

Mag Def 80

Resit 85

Special Ability 100

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Angmar

Creator:Morbus

Alignment: Extreme Evil.

Racial level: Wraith Lvl 15

Job Level: Unholy Knight Lvl 10, Sorcerer Lvl 10, Blackguard Lvl 5, Sword Master Lvl 5, Armored Mage Lvl 10, Spirit Shaman Lvl 5, Necromancer Lvl 3, Summoner Lvl 4 . Illusionist Lvl 3, General Lvl 5, Commander Lvl 5, Other Lvl 20

HP 60

MP 70

Phy Atk 90

Phy Def 95

AGL 45

Mag Atk 80

Mag Def 60

Resit 75

Special Ability 70

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Ancalagon

Creator:WheresMyMoney

Alignment: Extreme Evil.

Racial level: Dragon Lvl 15

Job Level: Shield Lord Lvl 10, Blackguard Lvl 10, Guardian Lvl 10, Elementalist Fire Lvl 10 Summoner Lvl 4, General Lvl 5, Commander Lvl 5, Bard Lvl 5Other Lvl 26

HP 100

MP 40

Phy Atk 100

Phy Def 100

AGL 55

Mag Atk 85

Mag Def 95

Resit 90

Special Ability 50

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Binks

Creator: DancingFool

Alignment: Neutral.

Racial level: Unknown

Job Level: Martyr Lvl 10, Others Lvl 90

HP 100

MP 1

Phy Atk 1

Phy Def 1

AGL 10

Mag Atk 0

Mag Def 0

Resit 0

Special Ability 100

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Items and their effects.

Iron Crown: Stats boosting item. Raises player's resistances against unholy magic, and effectiveness against Undead classes. Grants player ability to equipt divine leveled items without penalties. Lowers resistance to holy attacks, inflicts recurring damage and restricts players ability to use 8th tier and above magic if player is undead or unholy racial class.

Ruling Ring: Stats boosting item. Raises the maximum amount of spells a player can learn. Increases a players MP, magical attack and defense levels past the maximum level. Can raise a target's stats by at least %50 (can go higher if the target is equipped with items that boost allies abilities). Grants invisibility (though a players MP levels depend on how effective/ how long it will last when activated). And increases a player's abilities to launch mental attacks while lowering a target's resistance to such attacks. Lowers a player's resistance to water elemental attacks, and a player can only activate its status boosting ability if they are able to use over rank magic.

Light Saber: Weapon/Stats boosting item. Raises agility, magical, and physical defense. All hits are critical hits, unaffected by all but the highest ranked defensive equipment, and can block an enemy's magical attacks. Lowers players resistance to mental attacks,