I promised! although to be fair it has been a little more than just 1 month. Sorry?

Anyways onto the Gore!

I don't own Overlord or RWBY. They obviously belong to their respective owners, Triumph Studios and Roosterteeth. Also, Triumph hurry up with the 3rd Installment! Cuz I sure as hell ain't gonna accept that dungeon crawling mess you gave us! and don't give me that Paradox bullshit either!

Chapter 1: A New Age

Bronze Gorge, 5 weeks before a Certain Robbery...

Istvan grumbled as he pulled himself out of the coffin. His limbs were sore and taut from inaction. It reminded him of when he first awoke within the bowels of the Dark Tower. One of Gnarl's first words to him came to the forefront. 'The haziness will pass, and your muscles will become limber again. You've been asleep for a very long time.'

Speaking of, where the hell is Gnarl?

"Gnn-aarl!" He croaked, immediately regretting his decision to irritate his vocal cords after who knows how long in a stone box. He grasped the side of the coffin for support as he coughed, spitting out some phlegm buildup.

"Apologies Dark One, Minion Master Gnarl isn't here."

Istvan looked up in surprise, almost expecting the tough old brown to appear from out of the shadows.
The cavern he was in was not very well lit, not to mention also very humid. His feet sloshed in the little puddle he woke up in. The Overlord peered into the darkness, only calming down when a hooded minion came into view of the dim light of a nearby brazier, using a scythe as a cane. Istvan stood up straight, swallowing before finally speaking in a rather hoarse voice. "Mortis."

The Blue Minion bowed in reverence, before making a hand signal for Istvan to follow him. "Come along your Majesty, much has changed in your absence." Without waiting for him, Mortis hobbled down an old stone tunnel before disappearing behind a corner. Istvan groaned as he finally stood up, his spine letting out an audible crack as his bones finally settled back into place. With a noticeable limp in his steps, Istvan began to follow the wizened blue imp, occassionally placing a hand on the cold stone walls for support as his body systems finally began to run.

The two travelled in a silence that seemed to last forever until at last Mortis spoke,

"Not much remains of the Great Minion Hordes you once commanded remain, but what few that remained loyal stayed down here, waiting for your return."

Istvan looked down at Mortis in confusion. "What do you mean by, Loyal?"

Mortis, rather uncharacteristically, began to giggle. "Do you remember the last order you gave Gnarl?"

The Overlord blinked, his memories relapsing back to his past, on that faithful day...
'My Hope is that you live so that the inheritor of this title may be as evil or better than me.'

"He's found my replacement then? How is it that I'm still here then?" The man looked absolutely miffed, paranoia clawing at his nerves.

"Gnarl was never one to gamble all his chips on just one outcome Master, he's been keeping you alive and hidden away should your successor be, a disappointment. He's currently with them, acting as he was to you, an advisor." Mortis eventually replied. Istvan nodded, before suddenly asking yet another question, unrelated to the topic they had just covered.

"Chips? What are Chips?"

Mortis shook his head silently and urged him to follow. Eventually, the two reached a cavern up ahead, where 7 minions idly waited for him. The room was brightly lit by a large bonfire at its center, and once he took a step inside, the pathetic group began to cheer ecstatically.

"The Overlord's Back!" "Hurray!" "I Can Finally Build Again!"

Istvan was taken aback by this, not by his minion's eccentricity, but with how small his remaining forces were. Mortis shooed them all away with a few hand movements, and like rats to the flame, they scurried back into the dark tunnels that lead to this complex cave system.

The Overlord turned to Mortis, fist clenched. "Tell me Mortis, what exactly happened in my absence?"

Sometime Later...

Istvan shut the tome that lay before him. Much to his surprise, Mortis had not only managed to build a library with multiple shelves and its own reading space but also compile a number of books detailing almost everything that happened in his absence. As for how he built such a collection of books, Istvan handed the book over to the minion who was instrumental in its construction.

Stench, a Green Minion sitting on the rickety old table he was sitting at, began to gnaw at the book's leather cover as if it were some morsel to devour. How such a green managed to steal such a multitude of books was beyond him. At the very least, he did his job well. Granted he couldn't even finish half of them.

The Overlord was truly taken aback by just how much the power of Humanity has changed over the past hundreds of generations. Carriages without horses, some of which could even fly, Guns...

Dust, a crystal that granted abilities almost akin to magic, which not even Mortis nor the sources supplied to him could explain its origins.
However, none of these could really give light to what Istvan was really thinking.

Istvan gave the green a light pat on the head as he pondered the state of his old Kingdom.

'What mess did my 'death' give rise to?'

Vale had fallen from the grace he left it in, becoming nothing more than a bloated, corrupt republic, with an inefficient, distasteful system of government in his eyes. Whose idea was it to take power from the Nobility and give it to the greedy Burghers? it was something he just couldn't stomach, all his work became undone.

Istvan slammed his fist down onto the table, its wooden legs giving way as it collapsed, sending Stench sprawling onto the floor. The Overlord yelled for one of the few minions he both respected, and knew.

"Giblet! Get in here!"

The brown, still sporting his metal mask and apron, came waddling in with his hammer in tow. "Yes, Masta?"

"Where is my equipment?" With that, Giblet began to shake in excitement, screaming in absolute joy as he suddenly bolted back into the dark tunnel. A few minutes of silence followed before the sound of metal banging against metal. Giblet returned, and much to his disappointment, with only a pauldron, some sabatons, his gauntlet and half of his Arcanium Sword in the sack he had spilled out onto the floor. He picked up the sword, clenching its handle before sheathing what was left of it in a scabbard.

Istvan stood up as Giblet began to fashion what was left of his stuff onto him. As the brown was adjusting the spaulders for his size, The Overlord took a gander at his gauntlet.

It pained him for some reason, looking at the shattered gemstone. It's almost sacrilege for it to be in such a state. The Overlord donned in what regalia he had left began to move towards the center of the caves, a proud Giblet and an equally invested Stench close behind. He wanted to remove any rust he may have built up during his time in that coffin.

"Mortis!" he called out to the blue, who was busy staring into a pool off to the side. The blue minion turned towards his Master and bowed. "Yes?"

"I'm in need of some practice if you know what I mean..."

Mortis nodded. I've expected this, your Majesty, there's a little settlement not far from here. A revolting place called 'Valais.' or something of the like." Mortis pointed towards a passageway off to the right, one he's oddly never seen before.

"Unfortunately, The Towerheart went missing after you fell, so you will have to walk. It's at the end of that tunnel over there."

The Overlord crossed his arms. "You saw fit to tell me this now?"

"Again Master, it's been several thousand years, we've given up trying to find that Towerheart, It's gone."

Istvan resisted the urge to strangle the minion, as much as he wanted to. "Assemble a team, I'm going to need some muscle."

"Yes master, they'll be waiting outside for you."

Several Minutes Later...

"Bah! I want to bash things with my hammer! Where is the Masta!?" Cried Giblet, currently using his forging tool to scratch his back as he lazily laid on top of a tree. Giblet and his crew were busy relaxing in the woods, waiting for the Overlord to show up.

"Why bash things when you can burn em!?" A red minion piped up beside Giblet. This was Blaze, another Veteran from the Minion Campaigns. An absolute asshat as well. He was certainly one of the Older Reds, as can be seen from his massive horns, as well as almost dulled red skin.

"Cause Bashing is fun!" Giblet yelled back, crawling off of his resting place to face Blaze.

"Browns always go: 'Bash Bash!' It's why they die quick! Not Like Cool Reds!"

"Shut yer trap! I bet ya 10 Rat Bladders I'd knock your hide into the floor like a seal!" They were getting dangerously close to one another, with Giblet pushing his hammer into Blaze's chest and Blaze slapping it away."

"Why Should I?! I'd Win Anyways!" Blaze hissed as Giblet, a fireball already manifesting in his palm.

"ARRRGH!" Giblet screeched before talking the Red to the floor as the two began to swing wildly at each other. Biting, clawing, scratching, nothing was prohibited and neither held themselves back.

In the background of this little brawl was the rest of the 'Minion Special Forces'. Stench, the Green Minion from before was watching the fight unfold, digging into a gutted mole and pulling out chunks as if it were smelly popcorn. It certainly didn't help his already noxious fragrance. One could almost see the plants around him quivering in fear as they wilted, curling away from the green. He handed off a little of his food to the minion on his right.

Zap was a Blue Minion, one of two that remained with The Overlord after his subsequent fall and the division of the minion hives. His webbing was scarred, his skin blighted, yet he shone with unexplainable energy. Unlike other blues, his magical abilities were a tad different, in a sense. He wasn't exactly a leader, but he did enjoy giving out questionable advice, for a fee. Taking the chunk and popping it into his mouth, Zap began to speak.

"Life is short, so make sure to quicken it by jumping from a cliff."

Stench just looked at Zap, as if he'd discovered what disappointment was like.

Soon, the fight reached its conclusion with Giblet reaching for his hammer and bludgeoning Blaze's face in, the Red screaming in pain as his skull was being turned into mush.

Zap sighed before walking over to the two and pulling a very peeved Giblet off of Blaze. Kneeling beside the red, Zap did his job. Placing his hands over what was left of Blaze's skull, he allowed his magic to flow outwards. In classic blue minion fashion, Zap raised his hand up to the sky as the Red's corpse began to levitate. A bright light followed, blinding the group as Blaze began to make noises, very angry noises.

"Hah! Pay up!"

"No!"

"YO-"

"Enough." Was all that it took to get the entire group to shut up. They turned to see Istvan, in rather peculiar clothing. With most of his armour gone, Mortis has seen fit to provide him with clothes Stench had taken, at least the ones he didn't eat. The Overlord was wearing a pair of dusty grey jeans, blending in well with his Sabatons. His shirt was simple in design, a mere white singlet. It marvelled him how pronounced such die was nowadays. The Remains of the Overlord's Sword remained fastened to his scabbard.

All in all, an unorthodox design.

Istvan looked at the group, giving each of them a brief look over before speaking rather plainly for someone of his rank.

"Form up you louts."

The little imps formed an overall unorganized and messy line. The Overlord began to pace as if briefing a platoon.

"As you all are the supposed elite of your subtypes, I'd like to know your names."

The Minions whispered amongst one another, taking in the information piecemeal so their small brains could handle it.

"Forgemaster Giblet, Ready to Smash!" Giblet rubbed the top of his hammer, smacking the ground with the pommel.

"Firestarter Blaze, Let Me Burn Em Boss!" The Red began to flex, straining his muscles as he attempted to show off.

"Stench. Connee-sir of Culeeneery Defights!" The Green took a long lick of its sharp claws, drawing a loud and colourful 'Eww' from the rest of the minions.

"Zap! Minion Healer Right Here!" He pointed at himself as if his introduction deserves some spotlight.

Nodding along, Istvan unsheathed his sword and then looked at the group.

"Come along, we got a town to sack."

Someone screamed out in Ecstacy -Blaze-, Telling Istvan that this would be one long trip indeed.