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Author's notes: This was an old idea, and I had to modify this heavily since the end of Frozen Thrones.
Challenge! The conversion of Zero!
Louise, an infamous noble known for not being able to cast magic, walked to the center of the crowd, intent on doing her summoning spell. She had had both terrible nightmares, and wondrous dreams last night, and she felt led to cast in a very strange way, one she hadn't noticed before. She knew it would work, but she wasn't quite sure how. Several symbols she had never seen before. in any textbook or spell appeared around her, along with many, possibly a hundred that she had. She reignited the runes for Light, Faith, Void, and Earth all next to each other, seemingly in random orders.
Turning slightly, Louise looked away from the blue runes and into the vast array of green and purple, red, brown, and elemental, all surrounding her as she cast. She knew that symbols appearing were not uncommon when a mage was casting the Summon Servant spell, but she had never heard of them appearing in anything other than blue, and she had never seen this many of them.
Slowly, Louise raised her wand in a seemingly practiced motion. "My Champion that existed somewhere in these vast multiverse, Light, intelligent, cunning, powerful Champion, heed my call, I assert from very bottom of my heart, answer to my guidance and appear!" She chanted. The spell was powerful, so much so that she could feel the Willpower she had fall drastically, more than it had ever fallen before. More than I thought I had. she realized.
A large pillar of converging light rose to the heavens, though if one were to look closely they would see it wasn't one large pillar, but one small pillar, one from each rune. Then, several things happened at once, a blood-red crack appeared in the air, floating over the red runes, slightly to the side, black mist appeared over the area, further so, a similar green mist appeared, a similar green crack appeared over half the brown runes, a small pillar of light descended over the blue runes.
Then, a powerful, bright explorations covered it all, defining all sense of sound, blinding anyone who tried to see what was happening, and blanketing the entire area in a thick smoke. The smoke was so thick, in fact, that wind mages were forced chant quick spells in order to not suffocate in the thick smoke. After a few seconds, the wind mages were able to push the thick smoke out of the way, snotty remarks already prepared.
They were stopped, however, by the sight of six small armies, each looking ready to kill one another. To the left, a massive man stood, followed by some demon-looking things, slightly besides them, two separate copies of what looked like the same army snarled at each other, one led by a small, black clad, man, the other led by large knight heavy armor, on the other side of the circle, a small army of large Orcs could be seen, to the right, a small army of human soldiers were led by man on a white horse, lastly, straight in front of them, was another army of white dressed priests led by a large Paladin.
The large man walked to the center, revealing his wings, while the others stared each other down. Slowly, he dropped to one knee, his face becoming serious, "Master," he swore, "I shall follow you until the day one of us ends. I am the representative of the Burning Legion, we may discuss our contract at length later." he bowed, before jumping back suddenly, a large warhammer and a equally large greatsword taking his place.
The two turned towards their collective enemy, "Foul Demon! Be gone!" shouted the gold clad Paladin. The pale man standing besides him readied some sort of spell. The demon smiled, "Now, now, we can't be killing each other, we need to convince our great master to come to our side, correct?" he asked. The pale man seemed to consider it, "Ye-" he answer, before a large, green, Orc attacked, battleaxe raised high.
The demon cast a spell, however, and a ball of shadow collided with the Orc's chest, pushing the Orc back several feet, close to his army. Louise's eyes dilated in horror, I can't have my familiars kill each other! her mind practically shouted. She waved both of her hands around, frantically trying to stop her familiars from killing each other.
"You can't kill each other!" she shouted, unknowingly giving them a new part of the familiar contract. The Paladin sighed, "I am the Paladin Aron Tyndall, and by The Light, I shall loyally follow you until the day I die." he bowed. Next, the pale man walked forwards, and bowed deeply, "I am but a humble acolyte, Dante Grimm. I represent the Scourge, unfortunately, we had a sore lack of Death Knights, so you will have to make due with me, my deepest apologies." Next the Orc which had been blasted back, "I am Thorodok Shadowrage! I am to convince you to side with the Horde." he stated bluntly, pride evident in his voice. Next, the heavily armored knight bowed before her, giving off a faint smell of decay. "I am the representative of the Forsaken, I shall serve you until one of us dies." he vowed. Finally, the man on the white horse rode up, both him and his horse bowing, "I am the representative of the Alliance, we shall serve you until our dying day." he vowed.
Louise looked up, "W-what?" she asked. The tall man with the army of demons chuckled, helping her up. "Basically, in the Burning Legion your spell made a contract, whichever side you choose will be supported by a powerful force, much akin to the Titans. The entity promised was so powerful that every side sent a powerful champion, myself for the Burning Legion, and so forth. I suppose all of you got the same contract?" he asked. The others nodded, though the Paladin had a look of pain when he agreed, it didn't seem to be physical.
The tall man chuckled, "Lastly, the Burning Legion has several... presents to help with your decision." he informed Louise, "The first is simple, a complete world, free of charge. The second, is a mildly powerful artifact, able to increase your spell's power." he explained, holding out a small wand, covered in some red wood.
The man on the white horse nodded, and he gestured to the small army of humans slowly, they bring up a chest of treasure, opening it, Louise stares at the shining gold inside the chest, about what her allowance was in a year. The man leans, and holds a small object to Louise, one that Louise immediately recognized as a book, a book that seemed to glowed with magical power.
Next the pale man stood before her, he also held a book, though this one was a large tome, and a rotting corpse followed behind him. The pale man smiled, "The Scourge also has two gifts, one, is a surplus of spells from our world. The other is the ability to raise the dead, even yourself. Though any undead you raise will feel led to follow your every command, and, or course, raising yourself would leave you with a rotting body." he smiled, acting almost wistfully when describing raising the dead.
He was nudged aside, if you can truly call it that, by the large Orc. He held out a staff, and a large set of armor, with ridiculously huge shoulder pads. "The Warchief was unsure of your personality." the Orc spoke roughly, "he gives the best armor of our race, and a powerful shaman staff." he spoke, making considerable effort into sounding diplomatic, though he had never done such things before.
Next, the Paladin stood, holding up a similar staff and a different large tome. "The Light gives you the power to heal, and empower your strikes and spells, and a small token of gratitude for your consideration." he explained.
Lastly, the man in heavy armor stood in front of her, holding a small vile and a small sword. "The Forsaken give two gifts. One, the recipe for the Blight, our version. Two, is a powerful runesword, should the enemy get too close." he held the two out. Louise looked at the bottle, instantly being able to tell of it's poisonous nature.
Finally, all the respective champions stood in a line, and only one thought echoed through Louise's head. "What just happened?"
...Time Skip...
After them had been granted permission, every army went their respective ways, each intent on building a base around the school. The Orcs settled in nearby woods, content with the cover it would grant them. The Forsaken, settled further back, almost half an hour's walk away, they cut out a small patch and raised a few small buildings from somewhere. The Scourge were much further back, so that none could smell their stench, and had taken a similar approach as the Forsaken, but hiding the entire area in some sort of illusion, even the surrounding dead plants and animals. The Burning Legion had moved somewhere she wasn't aware of, and had made some sort of complex defense and offense mechanism, and had apparently created some sort black city.
The Light, however, had simply moved far enough to not be a racket and started up a seemingly thriving city, in one day. The Alliance however, had gone further, about twice as far as the Light, but not as far as anyone else, and set up a series of towers and buildings, moving much the same way, but with significantly more magic involved, much like how she imagined the Burning Legion's to be.
Louise's head reeled at the knowledge of what had happened. Apparently, the Burning Legion stretched across countless worlds, often ruling over the more powerful ones so that can get more members from nearby nations. They had convinced a civilization of Orcs to drink demonic blood, giving them great strength, but forcing them to become more aggressive. The extra strength helped them conquer the entire world, and they named the leading order The Horde. Eventually, the massive aggressiveness the Orcs had caused them to fight among themselves, so their leader decided to open a gate to another world.
In this new world, the humans there had much magic, available to large amounts of people. They were separated into many kingdoms, however, so the united, invading force was able to defeat everyone in their path. The kingdoms allied, however, and were eventually able to drive off the invading force. The Horde tried again, but got stuck in the new realm, and put into camps. Eventually an Orc named Thrall freed the Orcs, and was able to get the Orcs back to their original homeland.
The Burning Legion, however, held the area with an iron fist. The entire place ruled by one of the Burning Legion, and he caused the world to slowly die. The Orcs fought some battles, and many died. They were eventually forced to make Azeroth, the world of the humans, their home while their world, now called the Outlands, which was now under the control of the Burning Legion.
During their first war, the Orcs, specifically the leader of the Shadow Clan, made a new sort of warrior, the undead. Thus the Death Knight were created. He betrayed them and went into a chamber, where he was killed by a powerful demon. The Burning Legion them used the soul of the powerful Warlock to create a small army for them to use. In this state, he was called the Lich King.
The Lich King unleashed a powerful plague that killed many, and used his dark magic to raise them up as his undead army, he called this army the Scourge, where the pale man was from. He created many Death Knights, these bound to him, to serve him. One of these included a Paladin prince named Arthas. He killed a powerful elven ranger, who, when the Lich King started fading, rebelled and created the Forsaken.
That was the history that they had given her, summed down from countless legions. It also led to the current conversation of her 'Champions'.
"Why are you here Death Knight?" asked the large Orc, "The Forsaken are part of the Horde!" he almost shouted. The large man, who Louise recently found out was a walking corpse, answered, "Lady Silvanus saw the portal asking, and answered it." he ground out.
The demon from the Burning Legion, who Louise still couldn't believe she summoned, chuckled slightly, "Well well, we shouldn't fight, it may leave a bad impression on our dear Master." he chuckled, waving his hands in a peaceful manor. It was obvious that he didn't mean it, however, though his body language said nothing of the sort.
The Orc growled, as everyone else readied their weapons, or spells, as if to attack. "Quite demon." the Paladin growled. The demon quieted down.
The Orc turned back to the Death Knight, "Don't get uppity, Death Knight. Remember the Forsaken are still part of the Horde." he ground out. The Death Knight stared at the Orc. "I won't."
The Demon slapped his giant hands together, "Ahh... Master, what are our sleeping arrangements?" he asked, staring at the small pile of hay, not big enough to hold the pale man, much less anyone else.
...Time Skip...
Louise wondered what to do. Prince Wales had survived the assassination attempt on his life, and was healed from any major damage. Her fiancé, Wardes, lay bleeding on the floor, kept alive by her demon familiar, and being torchered by both the pale man, and the Death Knight. The Orc was outside, fighting back the enemy tides.
Prince Wales suddenly looked up. "Leave me, I shall die with my county, I do not wish to bring you down with me." he commanded, puffing out his chest boldly. All of Louise's familiars stared absently. The pale man was the first to speak, saying, "Look, I don't know about you Princey types, but that's a stupid decision." he shrugged, before remembering something, "Ohh! Master! We could build some bases here and take Albion back!" he flatly considered.
Both the Prince and Louise turned to stare at young man, "What do you mean?" they both asked. The pale man looked surprised, "Well, all of our minions could easily just build something, like a guard tower, I don't know about any of the others, but I have enough resources and the men to fortify the palace long enough to escape, and while we do escape, I can send out a few of my minions to build a small encampment, if I knew a thick forest, and maybe some stone, I could equal the current force in less than a week." he shrugged.
Louise turned, staring directly into The Scourge representative's eyes, "Do it." she ordered. The pale man smiled widely, "Gladly my Lady!"
...Time Skip...
The five of her familiars sat politely at the table, ignoring that her mother was staring holes through their head, standing, metaphorically speaking, behind her.
"Why won't you let me go, I could help!" she ground out, unintentionally raising her voice. Her mother raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, The two stared at each other for several seconds before a knock hadn't interrupted the two.
The butler came in without waiting for a response, "I am deeply sorry to intrude, madam, but there is a stranger outside wishing to speak with the Duke, and the young misses." he spoke, an urgency in his voice. Karin, the mother of Louise, scowled, "What is so urgent as to require our presence during dinner?" she questioned.
"Yes, one should not interrupt dinner, you should invite them in, would you pass me the wine?" a voice, one that had defiantly not been there before, replied nonchalantly.
Everyone turned to look at the newcomer, a fair faced man wearing a tattered cloak, with what looked like half-plate mail underneath, he had a small long sword sheathed and some elaborate runes carved into both the sheath and the sword. He had several military medals, including some that are earned upon death, and held the posture of someone who had been fighting all his life.
He also seemed familiar, but she couldn't figure out why.
Instantly, all her familiar, save for the demon, were upon him. The Orc brought down his weapon hard, aiming to kill the man with one brutal swing. It was stopped, instantly, however, by the mysterious man's sword, drawn and held in the time it had taken to swing. The man chuckled, "Now, now, what are you doing? I thought we couldn't kill each other." he smiled, dazzling white teeth shining brightly. Louise felt herself blush.
The man, ignoring The Heavy Wind's three weapons, her two daughter's wands, her husband's wands, and the five powerful heroes from warring civilizations, instead calmly turned to the butler, while stacking up some meat of the plate in front of him, "Would you kindly let the visitor in, it's not good to have royalty wait on you." he chuckled. The man turned to Louise, "Master, I have come back from my mission. Please pardon me from my lateness, the mission took longer than expected." he addressed her formally, as if speaking to a noble, despite his apparent rudeness to everything.
The man turned to Louise's parents, "As for the head of the Vallière household, I have a proposition for you." he leaned in, as if trying to keep a secret, "Would you make the considerable risk of keeping the head of the Albion royal family, most of the remaining nobles, and about a hundred commoners?" he asked. The duke looked at his wife, sending signals one can only know from years of familiarity, asking about the current situation.
Karin leaned forward, ready for some weird loop he was surely about to send her. "Why?" she asked. The man smiled, sticking a small bite of bread into his mouth, swallowing quickly, the man answered, "The prince of Albion wanted a place to stay, and I was about to get off duty, so he sent me to look for a safe place. I decided here would work." he shrugged. The duke spoke this time, "And what makes sure you so trusting of us?" he asked. The man shrugged, "Well, I work for your daughter, so I know I can trust you in general, besides, I heard your really loyal to the crown." he shrugged.
Louise sweat dropped at that.
The duke leaned forward, the two obviously planning to use their two heads to confuse the young man. Before they could, however, the Prince of Albion burst through the double doors, coming into the room with the well known 'Royal Air'. He turned to the strange man, "Have you asked them to land yet?" he asked simply. The man's smile faltered, "Not yet." he replied cheekily. Prince Wales sighed, before turning to the duke and duchess of the estate, "Pardon my partner, but would you allow us to empty our passengers from our ship while we negotiate? It is one of the strongest ships ever built, but it has a terrible, terrible habit of killing any man woman or child it comes across. Especially if they're sickly."
The Vallière household stared at each other, "What do you mean?" the duchess asked. Exited, the man stood up, and opened the curtains to a nearby window, letting in bright light. He motioned something, and suddenly, a giant white-wood ship appeared in the sky. The ship had flew green colors, a mixture of green and black surrounded the ship in every possible spot, save for ones strictly necessary, which flew the Albion royal signal. It had no people on the top, and, as far as they could tell, every gun was manned, especially the shocking twelve cannons on either side, and twelve non-maned cannons on either side, which were pointing at every bird flying by. It was shrouded in some sort of black barrier, with the very outline being green. It also had a massive cannon easily fifteen times bigger than the others at it's front.
The man motioned to the ship, "This is the SS Scourge. Able of self propelled flight and self repair, it is easily one of the best ships in the sky. It is completely self powered by magic, and is able to constantly run at 80% capacity even without a crew. It has twenty four cannons, all equipped with a spread shot, for anti-squad methods, a single shot, for an anti-unit attack capable of tearing down castle walls, and a wide shot, for anti-army effectiveness. It flies at a stunning twenty knot, easily twice as fast as anything on the market. It's main cannon is able to destroy the entire defensive lines of an army of ten thousand, the bottom has small holes specifically designed to pour the Plague on the enemy, killing them from the inside, and it has the best crew possible. Heh, you could say they're almost...undying." he chuckled.
The Prince of Albion sighed, putting his hand to his face and rubbed his temples lightly. "In short, it's a great ship. Now, can we empty the hundred and thirty men women and children inside before the Plague kills them?" he asked. The Vallière family nodded.
A minute later, everyone stood outside, lunch all but forgotten, the ship was currently emptying, as a hundred commoners slowly walked outside, some of the sicker ones lifted by a helpful wind noble, or by another commoner. It looked like the last breath of society, the men and women were sick, they had just fled out of their country, and some didn't even have proper clothes. Still, even as they flinched when they finally got off the boat, they had a bright smile, like they were actually about to go home, like they weren't in danger.
It was odd.
Th Prince of Albion smiled, "I thank you for your hospitality, please, if there is anything I can do, let me know, and know that Albion will be in your debt." he smiled. His words were of a fallen king fleeing the country, but his voice was firm on that he was merely on a vacation, perhaps missing out on something fun. That wouldn't be very convincing, if all the commoners and nobles didn't do it as well, but they did. It was confusing, seeing the happy faces mixed with the ones winching as they walked out of the barrier, mixed with the mourning of dead loved ones.
Even stranger, the crew were undead. As with the man's joke, every person that tended the ship, save for the ones in the kitchen, who were all established chiefs. The rotting corpses did not seem to affect the commoners, save for the filching back at the ghastly smell. Karin had but one question, "Who are you?" she asked, accidentally letting her shock bleed into her voice.
The man smiled, "I am the heir to Albion, military general of the entirety of Albion's armies, the Scourge representative, and your daughters fourth familiar."
...Time Skip...
The King of Gallia had expected many things from the six armies of Louise.
The demons, of which not much was known, would surely be the weakest link, he flaunted, but not openly, and his personality seemed to be extremely docile compared to the others.
The Orcs were powerful, extremely strong to unbelievable lengths, but they were also extremely stupid, and would run straight into a trap, if put in their way. It would be a simple matter of letting them walk into a death trap.
The Light was strong, smart, and each person could heal better than a square-class water mage, but they were too honest. If they saw a person in trouble, they would help, and be stabbed in the back, after a few day, they would learn, but then they would too late.
The Forsaken were cunning, that much was known, they thrived where others could not. Their fortress was possibly the most defensive place in the world, with a wall of powerful magics and hundreds of sub wall of both magic and physical, with a large portion of the defenses simply not visible to the human eye. He knew better though, because a little show their commander had done to destroy a few hundred troops, but revealed a giant circle, gathering magic energy. It was because of that, that he knew that he could leave them alive, they would hide, prosper, and he could hunt them down.
The Scourge was numerous. Each person killed was very likely to turn around and kill their old allies. As each person in the Scourge was undead, they were incredibly hardy, many times more than the humans they came from, and they inspired fear into the hearts of men. It was different from the Forsaken, who seemed like they tried to hide it, and acted normally, these acted like undead human killing abominations. They threw corpses, stitched them together into giant undead, they yelled out their numbers, and their leader was insanely intelligent, despite his appearance, the SS Scourge was proof of that. They killed easily though, as corpses were flammable, and they had many anti-army type weaponry.
The Alliance was diplomatic, accepted everywhere, and had somehow recruited both the elves, Tristain, and barbaric Germania. They were able to gather and lead armies with practiced ease, and their leader was the best at this. The leader was a powerful spellcaster, equal or greater than a square-class mage specializing in battle magic. But that was it, there were methods against human people, fear, power, bribery, all came to mind, and the elves would be paralyzed with the fear of his Void magic, which would make the humans follow him because of religious reasons, or just plain fear.
So, King Joseph killed them all, doing each plan simultaneously, planning the death of all his victims with assassination, bribery, and other deceitful things. He did not expect, however, for the demons to not be the weakest link, but the strongest, with both their leader and their troops easily twice the power of the others. He did not expect the Orcs to stop their charge because of religious reasons, evading his death trap because of the Spirts! He did not expect the Forsaken to unleash a powerful poison over the battlefield, killing everyone and everything. He did not expect the Scourge to unleash over an hundred lesser copies of the SS Scourge, each exactly half as powerful as the actual ship. He did not expect the Alliance leader to challenge him to a one-on-one duel, and win, despite his amazing speed.
He did not expect, even as he went past all of this, and the armies were facing off, for some Thing to come between the seven armies, and, with it's hundreds of body parts, systematically eat his entire army. He didn't expect the 'Old god' to only kill his troops, though it was clearly a monster, and he didn't expect his mind to be penetrated by the thing.
Serve your master, mortal. Serve the Ancient One! Serve the Eternal Void! he couldn't think, he couldn't counteract, he couldn't defy. "Yes, serve the Ancient One. Serve Louise."
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