Hey, guys I'm back and the second chapter of "Age of Overlords" is here. Your reviews and support for this crossover story between Age of Sigmar and Overlord are most appreciated. From the first chapter, we have Nagash sensing a new presence and sent Arkhan to investigate which leads to the New World and stumble upon Nazarick, where the Battle of Nazarick began with Shalltear taking offense on a misunderstanding.
While Ainz is on his Momon persona as an Adventurer with Narberal Gamma as Nabe are currently camping with the Swords of Darkness. Oh boy, he won't be happy when he finds out about Nazarick being under attack. On the other hand, it won't be long til other factions from Age of Sigmar take notice of the New World, and will be paying a visit very soon.
sonic: Thanks for liking the story. :)
Guest: Oops my bad and that's really embarrassing. Don't worry I didn't forget my old stories and they're not out just yet. It's not like I'm on a deadline or anything, lol.
Peroroncino: a) Ooh, calm down man. Getting Slaneeshi-vibes here and it's making me concerned; b) Well your wish has been granted. As for Ainz, don't worry he will be coming around after receiving news of Nazarick's attack although he have to be cautious because the lich serves the literal God of Death whose powers are beyond comprehension and Ainz is just a high-leveled Player.
As for Shalltear, she will have her comeback in the next chapter. She just lost her temper when Arkhan slammed her Berserk Button of calling Nagash the Supreme Being, not Ainz, unintentionally. That's why he had the upper hand and took advantage of it. All she needs is to calm her head and regain composure before beginning the counterattack.
Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer Age of Sigmar or Overlord. Both franchises respectively belong to Games Workshop and Kugane Maruyama. Credits goes to GhazzgullThrakan, the original author of Age of Overlords who allowed me to adopt it.
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Chapter 2. Storm of Chaos
In the Realm of Azyr
In the Realm of Azyr lied the sprawling city of Azirheim. The Eternal City was a gargantuan complex of golden and azure domes and ingenious design and features. There were massive domes and spires, life-like statues the size of mountains. Many were its marvels but they paled in comparison to the mega-structure that occupied the city and Realm's heart.
At its core lay Sigmaron, the palace-fortress of Sigmar Heldenhammer, the god incarnate of the Wind of Heavens. A wonder crafted by the God-King Sigmar and the finest masons of the dwarfs, led by the God-Smith Grugni himself.
At its very top was the Stellarium, a half closed dome where one could observe the many constellations of Azyr and it was also the place the great Celestial Dragon, Dracothion, the mother* of all Stardrakes and ruler of Celestial Beasts, called home.
The ancient beast, old and steadfast friend of Sigmar, rested with an eye closed, the other locked on her friend.
Sigmar Heldenhammer was a mighty man, at a meter ninety in height and bulging muscle. He wore his favorite cuirass, a pure golden sigmarite with two lions encircled by suns, one on the left knee and the other on the belly. Two twin tailed comets were on the corners of his pauldrons, to serve as pins for his great wolf cape. The right pauldron was shaped in the form of an eagle. His skin was fair and his eyes a stormy shade of blue. The man's chestnut hair and beard had a few braids on the sides.
His hands were clasped with each other, his brows furrowed. He worried too much and walked in circles across the colossal room like a caged beast. The thought of Sigmar being like proud and majestic lion on a zoo mildly amused Dracothion, causing fumes to emerge from her nostrils.
Because on the same day Nagash discovered about the "energy surge", Sigmar also sensed that same energy and realized that source of energy came from a haven world made by the gods of the Old World that was thought to have been destroyed during the End Times.
That got the God-King worried and nervous at the same time.
The giant pale blue dragon toyed with her sigmarite necklace, a gift from Sigmar from the first time they met. She remembered the process of the item's making, how it showcased the man's sheer ingenuity. The problem was that he was bullheaded too, and that's why he needed someone pushing him around from time to time, so he could adapt his course.
The first time she guided Sigmar from Azyr to the other Realms?
It was actually a very easy route to follow but he hadn't paid attention to it much to her chagrin.
The man rarely thought outside the box. He used to be a Warrior God after all, and how longed he wanted it back to kick ass and take names with his old trusty warhammer.
But the duties and responsibilities of the God-King are far too important to discard and he knows all too well. Sigmar is no fool and he learned from his mistakes that led to his previous defeat by his own folly no thanks to Tzeentch, the indecisive mollusk, which struck a huge blow on the Pantheon of Order and ushered the Age of Chaos to the Mortal Realms he had failed.
"The world the old gods built during the World that Was' twilight exists, it hasn't been destroyed as you feared," surmised Dracothion in a motherly voice. "So go visit it, go see how well they held during this time. Oh, please, don't come with the "We must prepare to fight Chaos and cannot divert efforts!" attitude. After your success, your forces haven't been bringing the fight to Archaon's holds for quite a while, seeing as they have a lot to deal with in consolidating our hold in Ghyran."
A couple months ago, Sigmar had launched a massive offensive against the Eight-Points, the nexus of Realmgates that gave the keys and access to all the Realms of Creation. They were held by Chaos, but its fall would mean the forces of the Dark Gods would be cut off from the Mortal Realms and that the fighting would be made on Sigmar and his allies' terms.
Easier said than done. The offensive at Chamon and Aqshy, the realms of metal and fire respectively, had failed miserably but on the bright side, he got Ghal Maraz back and it's in the hands of the Celestant-Prime, the First Stormcast Eternal. Hysh and Ulgu, realms of light and shadow, were still an incognito especially when there's no apparent word from Tyrion & Teclis and Malerion lately and that worries the God-King.
Ghyran and Ghur, realms of life and beasts, had been taken from Archaon's clutches with the help of Alarielle and her Sylvaneth, at least with Ghyran and that's it, and also had been recently occupied by the Free Peoples settling in with fortresses and settlements raised and defended while the vast armies of Stormcasts continue their campaigns of reclaiming more vast swathes of these realms for the Grand Alliance of Order.
But Ghur being Ghur, that meant the Orcs, Gordrakk's Ironjawz to be precise, had it. And orcs being orcs, it meant the Mawgate was as good as gone. Literally, the beast that carried that bloody gate had apparently disappeared.
"After our failure, we cannot allow ourselves such distractions," grumbled Sigmar as he wished he could solve all of his problems.
The Celestial Dragon can sympathize him for that as she once recalled about a Lord-Celestant who was pleading with the God-King that he can't just solve all his problems by opening more Stormcast Chambers and Sigmar's response is... interesting* that she finds it very amusing.
"Nonsense," rebuked Dracothion with small chuckle. "We had one gate under our control, now we have two, maybe more. They had seven gates into their control, seven Realms under their hold and threat. Now they have five, maybe less. Sure it hasn't been a brilliant success like we wanted but it's not the catastrophe you try to make it out to be. And if so, if things went truly south for us, how about we outsource most of the effort?"
Sigmar's eyes cleared up as he got the idea with a Eureka moment.
"Of course, what a fool I've been! The Fyreslayers!" Said Sigmar as he thought about the dwarfen mercenaries and also some of the Stormcast units too as well. "With the right amount of Ur-Gold*, they'd be willing to go on this fool's errand. If we send in the Swords of Tempest, considering how low in numbers they are currently now, we'd have a good sized force without diverting too much effort."
Dracothion nodded with approval of his idea and went back to sleep while Sigmar would work out the ins and outs of the deal and planning for a visit to the rediscovered New World.
After all, when the man got the ideas straight, he was a brilliant genius.
At the Realmgate to the New World with the Flesh Eater Court's madness of themselves as noble people
Dharpan rallied his forces as he received news from the other side of the Realmgate. How the noble priest was fending off a horde of rabid monsters that had dared to attack those that had presented themselves under the white flag of peace.
Such an affront wouldn't be tolerated!
These band of unruly creatures that attacked the noble priest and his comrades must pay for this by the sword of noble justice!
"Sound the horns, gather the Dharlings for today we ride into a crimson dawn!" Bellowed the noble king.
The noble knights and soldiers of the realm raised their swords and shouted the cries of war in response of their ruler's declaration and make their way to the gate.
In the Tomb of Nazarick with the ongoing battle between two undead forces
The battle raged on as Shalltear battled Arkhan in a duel between powerful undead servants of their respective supreme lord and master. Reinforcements started to pour in from other areas of the Tomb, the might of her subordinates soon to be brought into full brunt.
Meanwhile the outsiders held pretty well, from what little she had seen, his vampires were on par with hers, but the other troops, those skeletal avians wreaked havoc on her force. In a split second she saw how one of those raptors cleaved in half two of her handmaidens with his scythe, while another close to the first battle was on equal terms against three of her vampires.
Anything below, she had seen, would just be crumpled.
Hordes of zombies went into the meatgrinder on both sides as the enemy necromancer brought back as many as he could. How many times would he cast [Raise Undead]?! Hadn't he reached the cap already?!
A hissing sound brought her attention back around. The lich's blade closed the distance towards her neck.
Swiftly jerking her left arm, the massive shield she wielded swept onward. Steel clashed against steel and bone. Arkhan's right arm was sent backwards as he was thrown off balance.
Without missing a beat, the lance of Bloodfallen thrusted onwards. Arkhan had barely enough time to make a shield spell that lasted just long enough for him to cast a spell that sent her flying backwards.
Flying backwards into the direction of a tombstone and using it as a platform, the vampiric Floor Guardian prepared her legs and somersaulted, fired up like a rocket. Arkhan, who had been chanting for a few seconds, something he did from time to time, clearly hadn't expected it.
Landing her lance right into his chest. With a grunt he went down, crashing against the ground with a huge explosion of dust and debris.
Whimpering and trying to rise again, he was defenseless now.
Lurching onward, the true vampire readied herself for the kill. One that didn't come as two black spikes emerged from the ground and impaled her. She grunted and muscled her way, breaking those things.
But in doing so she became distracted, she didn't pay attention to the massive bonetail menacing her unshielded side. Thus the flail came like a violent surprise and made her gasp in pain and loss of breath. When she landed she got on one of her knees to see the beast Arkhan had been riding next to his master.
Cursing silently and raised her palm with a Magic seal, Shalltear casted a Tier Nine explosive spell on her opponents. "[Maximize Magic: Vermillion Nova]!"
A massive ball of fire blossomed from the explosion's epicenter caused by a pillar of flame.
She heard the cries of pain from zombies and skeletons, both friend and foe alike. Still most if not all the vampires ought to have avoided the place. And though no one heard it, she screamed too, internally at her failure to wipe them out.
With a gust of wind the flames quickly faded down as the staff of Arkhan, who had some minor damage here and there in his armor, glowed violently with blinding light. A ray of light was sent straight out for her in an attempt to finish her off. She stepped sideways, her face now staring towards the gate, and barely avoided the beam as a few strands of her hair were burnt by the energy.
It was then that yet another sound distracted her: a cacophony of bellows and an arrhythmic chant. From the gate emerged a tide of abominations: leading them was a wreck wearing tatters and wielding a massive bone as a club, he rode a giant bat that was nothing but skin and bones and screeched in a deafening pitch. Flanking on the right of that pair were half a dozen giant bats, albeit smaller and looking to be better fed, with more fur and less gangly looking.
More giant bats appeared behind the six-vanguard, but these were albinos with no hair at all, bony sacks in poor shape that looked vaguely humanoid. The left flank was led by two hundred hulking monstrosities; humans in a broken shape, hunched and with many bones stitched over their back's skin. They were masses of muscle that bellowed incoherently.
And behind all that marched onward is a horde of malnourished and hungry ghouls.
Chances were they wouldn't go and help Shalltear. Nope, they were smashing her forces with extreme prejudice. The biggest bat around had just swallowed one of her handmaidens and the rest were trading blows with her zombies and skeletons, shattering bones and gnawing flesh.
Oh, c'mon! Couldn't they just die without too much of a fuss?!
Arkhan's sword almost got her this time, she barely dodged it by reflex. Jumping backwards in order to fend off the attack from the mount's claws and get room to maneuver, she felt something weird and heard him shouting out a spell at her.
"[Bindings of Hekaph]!"
Looking downwards she saw a black circle surrounding her, almost as if it was a shadow in itself. From it black tentacles emerged and coiled into a tight grip on her legs. She tried to move but her efforts were counterproductive. Now that she positioned herself, she realized that this was the last place Arkhan had stopped to chant.
Oh crapbaskets...
Arkhan pointed his staff at her and made an incantation she could not understand that concluded with a ray of purple energy directed at her. "[Spear of Shyish]!"
Bracing for impact she manifested her shield with her right hand and covered herself as well as she could.
In E-Rantel's cementery, Re-Estize Kingdom
The single horserider went and dismounted close to the abandoned temple. The graveyard's abandoned tombstones shone slightly under the dim light of the crescent moon. Of course, Clementine didn't stop to look around the scenery.
Why should she, an infamous rogue warrior who joined Zurrernorn, and a former member of the Black Scripture, the strongest scripture in the Slane Theocracy, bother with such trivialities?
She is a woman around twenty years old, with short blonde hair and delicate features, giving her a cat-like appearance. Her armor was made from the medals she had taken as trophies from the Adventurers she had slain. Her favorite weapons were the stilettos she would wear on her sides, though she also used a mace and a mythril estoc coated with orichalcum.
Knocking at the door and saying the password she entered the abandoned temple to meet the rest of the members of Zurrrernorn in that area. Khajit welcomed her, eager to know whether or not she got her hands on her objective.
"Who do you think I am?" She scoffed at the elder necromancer as she took out the book they had been searching for, one of the requisites for the upcoming ritual. "Of course I hav-"
"AH!AH!AHHGH! STOP THE VOICES, STOP THE VOICES!" Bellowed one of the acolytes as he began rolling on the floor, writhing in pain. "STOP THEM! THEY BURN! THEY B-AAAAAAAAGHGLARBABLAHBALHABHHBLBL!"
And with that three tendrils of flesh and bone emerged from his stomach, a fourth and fifth one from the eye sockets. A second and third head grew from his chest and neck and two extra sets of limbs popped up at odd places, alongside five mouths and nine eyes. All accompanied by a melody of bones cracking and flesh being torn apart, of muscles turning upside down and outwards.
Of screams of pain almost drowning the screams of terror and horror*.
The writhing mass of gory flesh and unnatural limbs yelled in pain as Clementine hacked it into many bits with her weapons and put that mutated acolyte out of his misery. More than was strictly necessary. She swung her arms, cleaving the flesh and snapped bones as she grunted and cursed.
The end result was a mess, simply put.
A horror that would haunt the dreams of many.
"What was that?" Asked Clementine, her eyes wide open and breathing heavily from the surprise, her voice filled with horror. "Khajit, what the hell have you been doing?"
Before the lead necromancer of Zurrernorn had a chance to respond, a knock was heard and everyone turned their heads towards the door.
"Hello?" Asked someone in a very high pitched voice. "Is somebody heeere!?"
At that moment, the door started to tremble as something clashed against it and kept repeating several times with signs of the door breaking through.
They were trying to ram it down!
"Come on, come on! We are going to eenteeer!" The voice giggled like a malicious little girl and during that giggle the pitch changed thrice.
BLAM!
The door went down in a flight of wood chips, leading a path to a pair of armored giants, wearing thick and massive plate armor filled with spikes and marked with eight pointed stars, of strange symbols with a clearly sexual connotation, and skulls.
The third giant warrior to enter wore only arms and leggings for armor, showing a massive and chiseled chest of pale white skin, completely filled with scars and a small mouth filled with teeth on the left side. His mouth didn't have lips, instead fully showing his teeth in a permanent and vicious grin. His purple eyes didn't have eyelids and it seemed something was grafted onto his bald head.
On each arm he had what seemed to be a demon wearing a thong. The left one had two horns and was largely human, if not for the fact that his arms were crab claws and had six boobs exposed to the air, their nipples connected by a chain and six piercings acting as links. The other one had half his face almost eaten by a horn, had a single boob on the left pectoral covered in a tight corset and… seemed to have some bulge down there.
"We are going to have a nice time, aren't we my boytoys!?" Said that monster triumphantly as he snickered maliciously as the rest followed suit.
Clementine tried to fight and kill these strange weirdos in armor but she felt something compelled her too. All around her she saw Khajit and his acolytes get naked and on their knees, begging for pleasure. Something was addling her mind and she couldn't act.
Her memory faded away as the apparent leader of the intruders approached with an alluring sensual smile of his pretty face...
Author's Note: Whew, the second chapter of "Age of Overlords" is done and the next update is coming soon. Looks like Sigmar had noticed the New World and decided to make arrangements for a visit, while the Battle of Nazarick is ongoing with no apparent sign of who's winning yet so far. On the other hand, Clementine and Zurrernorn had the bad luck of having the Chaos warband of Slaneesh paying a visit to their base of operations and making themselves at home.
*Dracothion in this story is female while in the canon is male the last time I checked. Besides, a motherly Celestial Dragon and a grumpy God-King who needed help and advise might be amusing and it kinda makes more sense. XD Fleshing out more personality on these characters you know the drill.
*In "Sacrosanct Chamber Trailer", Sigmar's memetic line was "LIKE HELL I CAN'T!" in response to the Lord-Celestant trying to reason with him to not open new Stormcast Chambers which he did anyway with a slam on the Big Red Button, revealing the Sacrosanct Chamber aka Stormcast Wizards.
*Back during the beginnings of this setting, there was a massive and giant Salamander named Vulcatrix. She was such a dangerous being that Sigmar asked Grimnir, the Slayer God and the Incarnate of Fire, to battle her. In an awesome and over the top battle, they scored a mutual kill. Vulcatrix's shards went and became the many volcanoes of Aqshy, the aptly named realm of fire, while the remnants of Grimnir became the Ur-Gold.
The Fyreslayers are obsessed with the stuff because they think that once all the bits, or at least a sufficient volume, are gathered, Grimnir will come back and lead them towards glorious and gory battles over honor and endless grudges because they are dwarfs, they gotta hold grudges and fulfill them no matter what it takes.
*To those who don't know, that's how a Chaos creature spawns, a being touched by the power of the Dark Gods and who's found wanting of their blessing. Suffice to say nothing of the former being remains from that process and it's considered a horrible fate even by Chaos followers who fears of losing favor in the eyes of their patron Dark Gods.
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