(It's finally out!)
Gnarl:
"It's an Elf, Kill it! Stomp it! Steal it's hat! ..or Enslave it, I guess."
Dumbledore:
"It's a 'House Elf', they are already enslaved. They quite enjoy it actually."
Gnarl:
"Enjoy it?! That takes all the fun out.. Did you send for it?"
Dumbledore:
"Well it's a Hogwarts elf"
*Event!* Dumbledore used 'Twinkle', Gnarl takes 0 damage due to being a dark type character.
Gnarl:
"So you have no idea who sent it?"
*Event!* Gnarl used 'Ego buster', Dumbledore takes 666 damage Critical Hit!
"..."
*Event!* Dumbledore used 'elixir laced, Lemon drop', this restored 666 points of health.
I, in no way own, claim to speak for; or represent any character or persons involved in this story. Any description, likeness; or portrayal of people, persons or events in no way is meant to show the views, opinions or actions of said people, persons or events.
Except Thrans, he's all me. Well, at least a third of me; but totally me.
AN: Was trying to get this out for the 31/10/2013, but.. the prequel mission of STO season 8 came out, and I'm a slave to mission reruns... As I type this, I can't even be sure that I'll have it out by the end of November. I mean I plan to but..
I need more hours in the day... and a second PC.
p.s. Sorry still no lemon, but we should be getting close to some soon... Max 5 chapters
AN2: Well I just got this back from my wonderful cheese cake bribed Beta, and It's way to early in the morning. I've skin read it to make sure it's all okay, but if you see an error that has to go, pass it on to me and I'll fix it.
Chapter 5
"Five Minions and a Mistress!"
-Wastelands-
Kelda's order were short, simple, and really really hard. She had opened the roll of parchment after collecting her minions for the mission. Lumper and the other four brown claimed to know where the 'Mastah' wanted them to go, probably an instinctual bond with their Overlord.
Kelda, I'm sending you on
a highly important mission for me.
The area known as the wastelands;
in recent years was once home to the
last overlord. When the tower
was destroyed sometime after he
was trapped in the abyss, the tower
heart; the source of your current gem's
power and a highly important artefact to
me was destroyed. However, the shards
are still out there and with one I can
tap into it's power and eventually repair it
strengthening us.
Collect a shard without getting skin to
shard contact. Don't let any in your group
touch the blue goo. (Which is not as prevalent as
the legends claim, the Empire has been collecting
the stuff.) Oh, and keep a look out for any inhabited
settlement.
Your Overlord,
Harry
P.s. If you find a high spot with a view all
the way around the horizon, say Gnarl out loud
and have him fetch me.
Though she was comforted that the Empire had been cleaning up the wastelands, she was terrified by the tales she had been told when younger as to what the blue goo did. The thought of mutating into a mindless beast and hunting her friends, attacking people scared her.
Still.. he obviously though she could do it. After all, he had sent her rather than Lil. Plus, Kelda knew how to track, move swiftly and not be seen. While Lil, (it was a nice name, fitting) would be better crashing into the ranks of Empire troops. When she had asked Lumper why she only had access to five minions. He had explained that only the Dark Throne had the ability to control ten minions at a time. Five for her and five for 'Witch Mistress' and that the 'Mastah' was making new 'big big' minion totems.
Further questions as to why Harry could call up so-many thousands of brown confused her further. "Mastah still connected to the Dark Throne with many rooms but no minions. But now Mastah here has many minions till he takes the Dark Throne." This confusion lasted till she pushed it away with the sweet smell of the surface. Air filling her lungs as the small gem of her throat pulsed with her excitement.
Still, she'd found some empire to wipe out, and they had the spell stone.
The landscape was strange; pale green grass with a tinge of blue dotted the landscape in clumps. A few sickly looking trees burrowing their roots into the pale brown soil, as a bright and cheerful sun beat down on the landscape. Chunks of masonry and the odd lump of wood, were the only current traces of civilisation; either dumped there when the tower exploded. Showering the land with debris and the accursed goo. Or, were houses and farms that the owner abandoned after the explosion.
Taking out a small unknown metal rod with a fork in it, she grasped it at the small rune inscribed handle slowly swinging it back and forth. Just like the small paper label on it said to. A streak of lightning crackling between the forked ends, small beads of light supposedly pointing out from parts of the tower's heart.
Magic was awesome, but she still wished for a map.
-Wilderness around Nordberg-
So far Lilith's mission was going well, according to Gnarl. One destroyed village (it really was not Lilith's fault that they attacked first), one recovered minion totem, an enclave of light magic spotted and avoided with no confrontation, one found then lost; spell stone and a fresh declaration of war with the Gnomes.
-Netherworld-
While the girls were busy completing their missions, Harry began the lengthy task of building 'useful sized' minion totems. When the first Overlord had built them long ago, he had placed five sentient souls; later just called human life force. These were the equivalent of a being's strength of will to live for a significant length of time, sitting on one little mud ball spinning aimlessly round an over powered light bulb.
The reason for this, was due to the fact that the tower heart only gave an Overlord the ability to control five minions attention without enhancement. So, stones were carved in massive quantities and souls were placed in them; five per stone. As some form of sentimental remembrance.
A truly flawed idea for anyone with a brain.
The new stones would greatly improve on the originals. Four hundred meters high, with a diameter of two hundred meters, it hung in the air over the lava lake with a faint purple glow wrapped around it. The spell required an enormous amount of power at the start, but to maintain it almost nothing; as the carving began to form on it. The strong, granitelike rock was covered with complex patterns. There were strengthening and cooling runes; powered by Thermal Energy Collection Runic Arrays that Harry had memorised before hand. All covered the totem that would soon be lowered into the magma.
The top of the totem would stand at about fifty feet below the netherworld palace's 'front door'; and in time, would be one of many islands that Harry could expand his complex onto. A few more 'forgotten' charms learned from Eve by him last year in the restricted section of Hogwart's library and Harry carefully placed the totem on a stable part of the fiery lake-bed.
As he landed on the totem Harry was grateful for the caverns... well he guessed it was magic. But maybe physics worked differently in this realm, as the temperature didn't instantly boil him like some volcanoes at home. Placing a clawed gauntlet flat against the stone, he began pumping life force into the rock; unsure how much it would be able to take. Half an hour later, the flow seemed to taper off before coming to a stop. A strange horn blast echoed around the enlarged cavern, the missing chunk of a wall was covered in scaffolding as the brown began to clear the site for his next project. This would bring him near unlimited power.
-Wilderness around Nordberg-
She was losing and badly, there was nothing she could do about it. Between the hostile environment and the seemingly limitless horde of enemies. It had started when she had taken back the spell stone and then swept round the outskirts of Nordburg, to one of the older minion gates. Apparently, Grubby was too busy.
After finding an old transportation gate and minion spawner that she could send the tower objects back with, she and her ten minions were set upon by this seemingly endless horde of gnomes. Their tunnels were well out of range for her to attack and her minions managed to kill only one or two before being swarmed themselves.
So it was to some relief and surprise when the small counter built into her helmet began to tick over faster and faster. Seeing it was increasing in the amount she could call she quickly brought in reinforcements, Gnarl gasping in surprise before leaving his post to find out what was happening.
Quickly, the area was swamped with brown. The maximum minion counter still rising as it hit four figures, settling at 183 summoned out of 8560 available. Sending all but thirty back into the tunnels Lilith caught her breath, apparently when Harry decided to increase the available minion pool, he REALLY increased it. The number was astonishing, an Imperial Legion General had only just over two thousand men, yet she had four times that number at her command.
Pooling her knowledge on the area she set off in the direction of a minor Legion supply camp, they would be needing more arms, food and a few barrels of drink.
-Wastelands-
Kelda completely missed the news about extra reinforcements, having no helmet of her own.
Still, she did have a small ear piece that allowed Gnarl to talk to her; and as she sat high in the branches of a tall leafless oak tree. Her pack was filled with several shard fragments and she could only enjoy the view as Gnarl went to fetch the Overlord, the first hints of red appearing on the horizon.
"This on Gnarl?" Harry's voice came crackling, apparently the helmets had a far better sound quality.
"I can hear you boss. We've got several active settlements, I can even see the sea."
"Give me a second to memorize it and you can come on back, I just finished a projection pensive. It was amazingly easy to do to my surprise. I'm very pleased I had Eve look it up."
"Who's Eve? Found your self another mistress already?" Kelda teased, trying to picture his face.
"My sister, if you must know."
"Oh how delightfully deviant master, it's so nice to have a Lord who understands keeping it in the family." It was at this point that a several crashes and bangs broke out, Kelda making a note to limit her teasing on her Lord's sisters.
"Sorry, Kelda you can head back now. Did you find any shard fragments?"
"Yep several, nifty little tracker that device was."
"Yes but an awful name, even after I commented on it The Third still called it 'The Shard fragment Tracker‚'cause The Heart Blew Up'. Grubby, get a gate to Kelda's location."
-Netherworld-
Harry watched as the gate ran its overly elaborate opening sequence. Despite being overly complicated, Harry could understand the need of an impressive sequence. A few weeks before his jump, Eve had pestered Professor McGonagle into taking them to the Cinerama. Harry had watched Stargate through her eyes. Now there was a gate, and perhaps if he could fiddle with the reality travel part of the tower gate system; a vacation destination.
'Probably not, no idea if fictional reality exists in the multi-verse.'
Pulling himself from his thoughts, he watched as Kelda came back through; her minions having gone ahead via the smaller tunnels. Watching as she walked over working the satchel off her shoulders, she asked "Everything go smoothly here?"
"Well enough, I spent most of the day laying down the ground work for modern science." It was true as well, he had a two thirds complete (compared to the original), table of elements and twenty six new elements native to this world. This had been a long known problem for Harry, back in the Abyss he had found that the last Overlord's armour didn't match up to any known elements. A change in the building blocks of reality could negate most of his technological knowledge.
Most elements were easy to confirm, and the magical version of a Geiger-counter created by an American wizard after World War II, was easily tied to a lump of rock. It contained a recording, transmitting and location spell; and given to a brown minion to run round the tunnels with. He should get results by tomorrow.
Taking the satchel that Kelda handed over, he smiled. Looking in, the shards were the second part of the plan that could make or break him. He was currently the equivalent to a guest user on a university computer. However, after touching the shards; he would have a continually flowing source of power. A mental amplifier to contact Eve with.
As he led Kelda through to the temporary kitchen, he pointed out the freshly plumbed toilet. He wondered how his sister was doing. It would be around dawn now, so a few more hours and he'd try to contact her. Lilith had used the influx of minions to raid several small Empire supply dumps, taking food, drink and weapons. Before sending any slaves to Nordberg and freedom, he would most likely recruit some servants from the town. For now, he had more urgent things to do.
"How was it Lil?"
The blue skinned girl shrugged, Gnarl butted in. "Wonderfully! Their prey was worthy of an Overlord, a bastion of the light found for later invasion and war declared! A heroic last stand till reinforcements arrived. A huge wave of minions bashing and biting when they did. Over a hundred Empire helms taken, food and drink for the horde. Not like Master's day."
"Gnarl, as I have said before. I am a different breed of Overlord, today I increased the number of field troops to higher than ever before. Seventeen thousand, one hundred and twenty split in two armies. No other Lord had given the tower so much."
"I can feel the world tremble at the news my Lord, what about the rest of the day?"
"Overseeing construction, laying down viral prep work for all future projects. Remapping the spell stones OS."
"What! You did what with the spell sto-" Gnarl screamed.
"Me and my generals, now have access to all the collected spells, all the times." Harry said tossing an Evil Presence spell at the floor next to Gnarl followed by a fireball, he continued. "We can thank Kelda for the second one, she found it on the way back to the gate. It seems not all in the tower was lost in the Cataclysm."
"What do we do tonight?" His Rook asked, leaning into him. "Find a place to sleep Lil, I've got to put together the tower heart fragments first though, so you and Kelda should go find somewhere."
"You room is not done Milord?"
'She's not making this easy is she?' "No Lilith, we'll have to rough it for now."
"It's alright, we don't mind it rough sometimes." Kelda piped up, finishing the stew that Harry had been made for supper. She pulled Lilith away as Harry groaned, his eyes fixed to the pair of swaying hips.
'Here I was hoping to keep them apart for the day, to stop plots. Still they have underestimated the only son of the Marauder Legacy, I can see it now. "I'm sorry girls, it took all night, I just fell asleep on the floor of my office." Thank evil for solid locks.'
Making his way into his 'Office', little more that a roughly hewn rock workroom filled with scrolls of paper and a transfigured iron wood desk. He tipped out the satchel, letting the shards spill out onto the wood. Unclasping his gloves from their gauntlets via the hidden clasps, he pulled off the black leather gloves underneath.
The process for fixing the heart stone was relatively simple, as long as you knew what to do. Using a thin coating of mana along the broken edges and a gauntlet gem at the centre. He would have a floating ball of shards each in place around the central gem, like a picture of Earth's oceans without the actual planet. As he placed the last shard and stepped back from the transfigured housing unit, he watched the globe like shape slowly spin round the central gem, The shards floating in their correct locations waiting for the other pieces to fill in the gaps.
Reaching out with his mind he felt the link to his sister. Asleep and happy, yet slightly nervous; came the reply.
'Naughty, naughty. She should be up, no matter how good that dream probably is.' Shuddering he checked himself, he had learned last year not to risk entering her dreams, you were always mentally scarred. 'Still I can get her up for the day and check her notes.'
Stripping off his armour he placed it on a prepared rack, a collection of looted yet clean, hide skin rugs serving as his bedding. Laying down, he made himself comfortable before shutting his eyes and pushing himself down the link.
Eve's mind was a far cry from Harry's own, thatched roofs and market stalls filled the Medieval style village. Under an always blue sky, with melee armed guards patrolling the streets. Harry's own mind was a collection of fortresses like sky scrapers under a green tinged sky, dotted with military checkpoints and barbed wire. It showed a truly different style of secondary beliefs, yet a strong core bond.
While Eve guarded her mind with the strong shield wall of their twin bond, backed up by a large war host of barbarian style warriors geared to out right aggression. Harry's mind, was a collection of secondary walls and static defences, backed up by hundreds of thousands of coilgun armed soldiers. All protecting his thoughts and memories under a giant shield bubble that tinged the grey sky green. It was the difference between optimism and pessimism.
As Harry walked past the busy tavern that housed Eve's humour and down the winding cobblestone streets, he almost sighed with frustration. Out of the pair of them, Eve had always been the quickest to anger, the fastest to attack. Yet it was Harry, with his ever active habit of finding the worst possible solution to any situation; that had to shield her.
To put it bluntly, Eve was naive to so many dangers and the lax defences of her mind showed it.
Their twin bond, while historically impenetrable, could be circumvented. If Eve or Harry let an entity wittingly or not into their mind, it could attack them as surly as any other person. So guards were placed by them to spot intruders.
Walking over a manhole cover Harry mentally smiled at the faint giggling echoed from below, Eve having done her best to pretend her mind didn't have a perverted side. (Harry had given his, along with lust and attraction; a skyscraper which seemed to both hold them in check, and out of the forefront of his mind).
Approaching the bunker door at the centre of Eve's mind-scape, Harry ran the identification checks.
The small concrete entrance, the one external defence Harry had managed to get her to let him place. Originally she wanted the town hall to be where he accessed her mind from, but Harry managed to make her agree with his request that the bunker be the only way another could control her mind and body from her mental plane.
Entering the airlock he waited as decontamination started, a few stray thoughts and memories Eve had not dealt with being pushed back out the bunker. Finally it stopped as the light turned green, allowing Harry to enter the bunker proper. The corridor was fairly short, guarded by small turrets and scanners hidden in the shadows, and led to a large thick door, a small pedestal keypad in the wall next to it.
3-1-0-7-8-0-3-1-1-0-8-1
Entering the control room Harry began powering up the consoles, collecting sensory data from Eve's body, muttering things like "Little bit too warm." "That's going to hurt if she doesn't move." "Agh! Must remember to be busy then, time for the monthly holiday." as he checked up on her.
Finishing his checks he began twitching muscles, slowly waking her body as he sat back in the control chair.
'Organs green. Left leg green. Right leg green. Left foot'
And so it continued, till he reached Eve's left hand.
*Squish*
'Wait.. red light.'
*Squish* *Squish*
'That's not meant to make that noise, trying again, clench left hand.'
*Squish*
"Uhh.. Evvvve.. Wake up."
Snapping his sisters eyes open Harry mentally froze.
Eve's hand was firmly cupping a frizzy brown haired girls breast, having slipped between the buttons of her shirt in the night. Their faces inches apart, both pairs of eyes now open.
'Why the hell are you in bed with Hermione?' He yelled at Eve's mind forgetting she was asleep, and thus waking her.
'Wa.. Harry you're ba... HARRY YOU PERVERT!'
*Squish*
AN: Never has the word squish been so fun to write.
Poll will be up, little earlier in story than I planned but might let me work in some line sooner than I planned. Poll is: How should the main ship in this story be divided? 1) One Harem to rule them all. 2) Siblings should share, but their still Siblings. 3) Two Harems, some sharing. 4) Two Harems no sharing. 5) I'm a prude, no Harems (Your vote will be ignored).
Review reply:
Shirley asks: Why not proper incest?
Well Shirly, I assume when you say proper you mean Harry getting Eve pregnant? If so, the reason I wont be going down this path is it specialises the story to far due to the moral questions, and while any geneticist can tell you that a child would most likely be perfectly healthy from a one off occurrence such as this, It would distract the reader from the story.