Disclaimer: Yep I still don't own Overlord …oh well.

Author's note: Thx for the review .So yeah, here's the next chapter it's mostly about the other heroes and stuff and well…Enjoy!

The Rise and Fall

Chapter 2

A dark heavily armored figure sitting in a throne room surrounded by little gremlin creatures chatting "OVERLORD! OVERLORD! OVERLORD!" The imposing figure began to rise from his throne staring at the pathetic hero who dared to stand to oppose him. The "hero" of the man was only a sixteen year old boy who had only managed to steal his father's armor and sword.

The boy would've been called a hero for managing to break into the Dark Tower's defenses by himself to challenge the Overlord. However it had all been a ploy from the Overlord. The boy had neglected this, the Overlord was too cunning to let a sixteen year old enter his tower and be desecrated by a wannabe hero. The Overlord had done all the little holes in his defense to let him through. Every single slip in the minion patrols, the small crack at the bottom of the tower, hell even the mysterious map of the Dark Tower that appeared right at his feet should have been a dead giveaway.

"No" the boy thought earlier "someone has to stop him and it might as well be me!" Looking back at it now "I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS WAS A TRAP IT WAS ALL TOO EASY I LET ME ANGER GET THE BETTER OF ME!"

The dark lord could smell the fear off of the boy enjoying the enticing scent of the hapless fool was going to die by his blade. Thinking better of himself he would decide that his minions would have the first strike.

"It's been awhile since my minions got a chance to face anyone with a 'pure' heart."

He raised his magical gauntlet then brought it down swiftly at the direction of the young fool. Twenty fully armed minions charged at the young man with golden shields, armors, and weapons.

The young hero thought quickly raising his left hand calling on all the inner fire within him to cast torrent of flame flooding out of his hand melting all the minions into a golden pool of their own stupidity.

He quietly whispered to himself "Thank you, Father."

Caught off guard the Dark Knight grabbed the young man by the neck chocking him to near death before thrusting him onto the ground and releasing his grip. The young man tried gasping for air until an iron boot was beginning to crush his windpipe. He futilely began to scratch and claw at the armored boot and widened his eyes when a sword came down aimed at his face…

"AH!" Razoron sharply awoke from a terrible nightmare, caressing his neck gently. He hung his head low. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry."

"Yawn…ah what do you have to be sorry for…last night was magical!"

Turning his head to see the barmaid from last night albeit being naked covered by the bed sheets. Smiling "oh I'm only sorry that it had to be only night." Regaining his composure.

"Are you sure you don't have little more time?" asking in a seductive tone.

"As much as I want to I have a previous engagement I must attend to but I have something for you," getting out of bed to search his pack to find a small rose. Moving his head closer to her head to plant a small peck on her forehead laying the rose into her hand before moving away to begin to dress and arm himself.

Overwhelmed by such a romantic gift "I will always treasure this and I'll wait for your return!"

"No!" he said sharply but in a gentler tone "please forget about me, you're young you have the rest of your life, get married to a nice man, have a family, live a happy life. This is something I can't provide for you…I'm sorry." Razoron then left the disappointed woman in the room.

He paid Archie ten gold for the room and left without saying a word to any man still in the inn. Outdoors was glorious, the birds were chirping their little songs, sheep were happily hopping around without any care in the world, and nature seemed to be at peace with Spree this morning.

Leaves falling gently to floor while children playing in the open road of spree and villagers content with their peaceful way of life without any corrupting interference. "Maybe the Overlord is ready to be overthrown, even if we can only provide a small reprieve from evil the world would surely benefit from it." He thought to himself walking out to field to meet Defeld. "I only hope we're up to the task."

Fields Outside of Spree

Seven "heroes" we're waiting for the new recruit their Wizard had managed to scrounge up in their crusade against evil. A wizard, a paladin, a giant, a Halfling, a thief, an elf, a dwarf all of them came together to fight a common evil.

"How much longer do we have to wait Wizard!" bellowed the dark giant shifting uneasily in his colossus armor.

"Careful Khan we don't need you on another rampage again. Remember last time?" the young tan lady reminding the Giant.

"I know my wittle sugar bear. I promise not to wake another hive of giant sandworms again." Khan answering somberly.

"It must have been a grand adventure though!" the elf added

"Aye it must've been grand for this elf to perk up his thine pointy ears." The dwarf mocked sipping from his sheepskin. (What? dwarves drink…surprise surprise)

"Ah so we begin our little elven/dwarven rivalry? Correct." The elf challenged.

"Aye…Oberon."

"I see…Goldo."

"Pansy Elf woman!"

"Drunken Stone!"

"Knife-ears!"

"Walking Beard!"

The two "companions" began arguing about topics from parentage to how to tell the differences of elf men from elf women, and dwarf men from dwarf women. (It's the beard lol)

"Um…wow." Razoron said as entering the meeting. "Should I kill myself already and save the Overlord some time. Because wizard if this is the best you got I might as well let the little halfling over there,"

"Hey my name is Melvin!"

"Oh forgive me, as I was saying I would let little 'Melvin' carrying on our task if this is the best we got. No offense my little friend."

Melvin just somberly nodded as reaching into his pack for a piece of his comfort cake.

"I find your lack of faith in our righteous crusade disturbing." The man in the glistening armor said hefting his mace and shield.

"Oh…are you a paladin by any chance? Well of course you are it's so obvious your glistening bright armor, your mace filled with the righteousness of the lord and his shield to defend you from the darkness!" mocked Razoron

"Well sir! I never I am Sir William the…"

"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah, blah." Moving his hands in emphasis "If you're asking that I should respect you then no. if you're asking me to stop then no. look paladin I don't plan to stop mocking you anytime soon sooooo you'll just have to get used to me. Oh but don't worry I heard all about the paladin's temperance so you can just forget and ignore everything I say to you. It's a win-win." Ending with a mischievous grin.

"ENOUGH!" yelled the Wizard

"what?" Razoron asked innocently

"You especially! We are all here to welcome you Razoron please do not make this into an issue. And everyone we have all come together peacefully so far so let us all forget our differences…again."

"Ooookkkkaaayyy, I'm sorrie willy will you evar forgive me pweze?"

"I suppose only if you ask in a more dignified tone."

"okay," regaining composure "I'm sorry but I won't take back what I said."

"It'll suffice"

"You arrogant son of a…"

"RAZORON!"

"Fine, fine…old geezer."

"Now everyone let us head to my estate for a proper welcoming party for our new adventurer to the group."

Author's note: So sorry about the delays. Freaking college is eating away my imagination. So if you guys have any ideas for my fic plz just leave it in the review. Thx guys.