Before we begin, beware of bad language in this entry.
Outsider Chronicles: Overlord Rising
Not all Outsiders are reborn as babys. Most are, but there are many ways to be reborn. I am one of those who was not reborn in the conventional sense. However, that does not mean that I am still who I once was. After all...Evil will always find a way...
Nothing to say, lets dive right in. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
"This place is fucking cold!" I growled as I appeared through the Tower Gate into a snow covered forest.
"Oh do stop complaining Master," said Gnarl through our connection, "You're the one who said he wanted to explore his new domain."
"I didn't know it was so fucking cold out here!" I yelled, "Oh never mind."
"Since you're there, you might as well explore a bit," said Gnarl, "Oh, and you can think your responses and I'll hear them. Wouldn't do for your future subjects to think your mad, would it?"
I blinked.
"Like this?" I asked in my head.
"Exactly Master," said Gnarl, sounding more than a little condescending.
"So, Minions?" I asked.
"Summoning pool active right about...now."
I glanced to the side as a Summoning pool appeared next to the portal.
"You won't be able to control many Minions for now," said Gnarl, "But that will change as you grow in strength."
"Fair enough," I said as I lifted my hand towards the Pool and flexed my will.
The pool immediately spat out a group of 20 Minions. More than I was expecting, but I guess I wasn't limited by game mechanics.
"MASTAH!" squealed one of the little buggers as he hugged me around the legs.
"Get off," I said, kicking him off, "Now, lets go."
I hopped off the shallow dius that the Gate was and headed towards the forest in the direction of Brightwall with my tiny, brown entourage scurrying at my feet. I had barely reached the treeline when a group of Mercenaries decided to jump me.
"Alright mate, just drop all yeh valuables and no one gets hurt," said the leader.
I just gave him a flat look and snapped my fingers. The undergrowth exploded as my Minions, who were so short that they couldn't be seen among the foliage, not helped by their brown skin, pounced at the idiots and started wailing on them with their clubs. The Bandits immediately panicked and started running around, trying to dislodge the Minions. I watched, nonplussed as a Bandit staggered past, a Minion clinging to his back as it hit him repeatedly over the head with its club.
"Master, perhaps you should find out where these morons came from," said Gnarl in my ear.
"Why?"
"Because you could use some proper Human muscle. The time when an Overlord could make do with just his Minions is long gone I'm afraid."
"You're not suggesting I hire them, are you?" I asked, "Because unless I'm very much mistaken, we're currently broke."
Gnarl scoffed.
"Of course not, no self respecting Dark Lord would be caught dead paying scum like that," he said, "No, just Dominate them and turn them into your puppets."
"I can do that?"
"Yep. I suggest you practice first. Wouldn't want to fry the leaders brain after all."
"Hmmm."
I waved my hand and the Minions quickly returned to my side, dragging the dazed Mercenaries with them as they did. I took a deep breath and held out my hand. The gem on the back of my gauntlet flashed and the bandit I was pointing out was struck by a bolt of lighting...and turned into a sheep.
"The hell?"
"Oh dear, this might take a while," said Gnarl, "You use your Polymorph spell."
I perked up.
"Wait, I have a Polymorph spell?"
"Thats what I said."
"Awsome!"
CRUNCH!
I looked up to see the sheep pop back into a human form with a newly caved in skull.
"Die sheepie!" said the Minion who had killed him as it pulled its club out of its head and grabbed the chunk of Life Force that had emerged, "For da Mastah!"
I rolled my eyes as the orb was absorbed into my gauntlet and turned to the next Bandit, who looked scared out of his wits.
"W-wait, no don't!" He shouted, right before he was hit by another lightning bolt.
He slumped to the ground, black flecked ooze leaking from his ears.
It took another fifteen bandits before I managed to get it right without melting the poor schmucks brain.
"Well, its about time you got it," said Gnarl.
"Screw you, I'm completely new at this!" I yelled, ignoring the Dominated Bandit as he drooled on himself, "Seriously though, you really think that reducing the bandit leader to this will be in any way useful?"
"Not really, but the spell can be used to reprogram someone to serve you loyally or be reduced to a mindless slave," said Gnarl.
"Thats scary."
"We're evil."
"Good point."
I sighed and waved a hand at the drooling bandit as I turned away, ignoring the crunch of bone as the Minion behind him clobbered him with a metal club.
"Well, lets go find more bandits to practice on!"
Third Person POV
Crown Princess Laura of Albion was cold. She was also hungry, sore and pissed. Nothing seemed to have gone right for her over the past few days. It had started when her brother, the 'Honorable' King Logan, had forced her to chose between her childhood friend, Elliot, and a group of peasants who had offended him in some way. Naturally, she had chosen her friend, despite Elliot's protests, leading to her friend (and secret crush) storming off afterwards. He'd even had the gall to call her a 'heartless monster, just as bad as her brother'. Needless to say, she had cried herself to sleep that night. Unfortunately, she didn't even have time to sleep on her misery as Walter, her long time mentor and fencing teacher, had roused her and her dog, a border collie by the name of Theresa, from their slumber and ushered them out of the castle and through a secret tunnel to escape the Castle and start a revolution. She didn't even want to start a revolution!
However, her protests fell on deaf ears as she found herself flung head first onto the Road to Rule, a metaphysical journey created by her ancestor and namesake of her dog, Theresa the blind seeress. Now here she was, hunting down a bandit by the name of Captain Saker in order to 'prove herself' to some grumpy old man who Walter was sure could help.
"Stupid old farts, don't even bother asking what I want," she grumbled as she kicked a stone into some bushes.
"OWWW!"
She jumped at the high pitched yelp of pain. She drew her sword and took a ready stance as Theresa bared her teeth and growled. A moment later, the source of the yelp of pain came stumbling out of the undergrowth, revealing it to be a small, brown creature with big ears and glowing yellow eyes. It had a comically large lump on its head, clearly from the stone she'd kicked.
"Hooo, pretty birdies," slurred the creature as it stumbled around in circles.
Laura and Teresa glanced at one another in shared confusion, not sure what to make of the odd creature. The Brown shook its head rapidly as the bump vanished and blinked up at Laura.
"Pretty lady!" said the little creature with a toothy grin.
It stepped forward, only to flinch back as the point of Laura's sword appeared between his eyes.
"Who...or rather what, are you?" she growled.
"Gubbins is a Brown!" chirped the odd little creature, "Gubbins serves da Mastah!"
"Mastah? Who's Mastah?" asked Laura.
"Mastah is da Overlord!" said Gubbins.
Laura's eyes narrowed. She'd heard stories of a being with that title. Her old Nanny had told her many a tale of a towering figure in black armour, eyes ablaze with the fires of hell, surrounded by his Hellspawn Minions. She had always dismissed them as meer scary stories, meant to scare her into going to bed on time. Then again, she had also believed that the stories about the Guild and Heroes of old were meer stories as well and yet here she was with a Will gauntlet, so perhaps…
CLANG!
"OUCH!"
She jumped at the sound of a tree branch hitting something metal and the slightly echoed voice as something came crashing through the undergrowth. Gubbins ears perked up and he immediately turned around.
"Mastah!"
"Stupid fucking...oh, screw this!"
Laura nearly jumped out of her skin as the trees suddenly erupted into flames the colour of blood and quickly burnt to ashes. Laura stared in awe as the flames parted, allowing their creator to step forth, her sword slipping from her fingers. Clad from head to toe in black armour, the same colour as the smoke from the fire that burnt around his form, looking for all the world like a cloak emerging from the back of the monster that would burn the world. His eyes burned from the depths of his hood like cold fire and a black blade rested in his hand, wicked and curved like the fang of a mighty dragon. Scurrying at his feet, with eyes like lanterns were more Minions, the shadows making them appear far more sinister than the silly little creature she'd met.
The line of William Black is capable of many things. They may be called Heroes, but in truth they are just as capable of Evil as any other man, as the rulers of the Archon had proved so many generations ago. It was pure luck, and in no small part due to the machinations of Theresa, that the Hero of Oakvale and previous king had been good men. In truth, had she not met the Overlord that day, Laura herself would likely have gone on to be a great and noble ruler. Alas, in that moment, something inside the Princess snapped into, or perhaps out of, place and Albion was doomed to Darkness. Well, sort of. After all, while the Overlord is considered to be the Ruler of Evil, he's usually ends up fixing the problems caused by the so called 'heroes' in the first place.
"Mastah, Mastah!" chirped Gubbins, bouncing towards the figure.
"So, this is where you disappeared to," he said.
Laura couldn't help the shiver that shot down her spine at the sound of his voice. As she had noticed before, there was a faint, echoing sound to it and it rolled like thunder in the distance. The Blood of the Hero in her reacted, practically roaring to her that the figure before her was powerful in a way unlike anything she had ever seen. That sort of power was intoxicating to her. Theresa and Walter were right about one thing. Logan was a pretender to the throne. Compared to this Dark Ruler, he was nothing more than a child playing at being king. This man, this Dark Lord was the only one that could claim to be King in her eyes.
Drake's POV
I admit, I hadn't quite expected that spell to do that much damage to the forest, I just wanted to get them out of my way before one took out my eye. At least the magical flames were under my control so they didn't start a forest fire. That would be bad since I currently didn't have any Reds with me to extinguish it and my water based spells would probably flood the entire area if all the other attempts over the past few hours were anything to go by.
I extinguished the blaze with an idle wave of my hand as I turned my gaze on the girl stood before me, a simple longsword at her feet where she'd dropped it and a dog cowering behind her legs. She was a beautiful girl, with long, silky black hair tied into a tight braid and deep, dark blue eyes. Her skin was milky white, suggesting that she hadn't spent much time in the sun and her choice of outfit, a practical looking shirt and leggings with a leather corset, did an excellent job of showing off the fact that she was very well developed.
"Should I have the Minions clean out the Mistress Quarters Master?" said Gnarl.
I could practically hear the amusement in the old bastards tone.
"Shut up," I growled under my breath, "I'm not just going to kidnap some random girl this early in my career!"
"Suit yourself, but I don't think that'll be necessary," said Gnarl.
"What do you…?"
I trailed off when I took a good look at the girl and noticed that her cheeks were flushed and she seemed to be breathing heavily.
"The hell?"
"Some people are attracted to power and darkness," said Gnarl, "Its only natural that they would be drawn to you. Its happened in the past, although never to this extent…Wait, I think I know her."
"Really? I thought you never left the tower?"
"I don't, but I have been keeping an eye on the Lands around the tower, so I know most of the important people. AH!"
I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden exclamation.
"I DO KNOW HER, SHES THE PRINCESS!"
"WILL YOU PIPE DOWN!" I roared, "You're giving me a headache!"
Then what he said sank in.
"Wait, shes the Princess?!" I spluttered, "But that means…"
I looked back at the apparent Princess and, sure enough, there was the Fireball gauntlet on her left hand. I smirked. Well, wasn't this a very interesting find? Sure, I wasn't exactly interested in pulling a Bowser, but since the Princess herself was the Hero, I wouldn't have to worry about some well meaning do gooder trying to storm my Tower.
"So Princess, whats a nice girl like you doing out here?" I asked.
The Princess seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in and scowled.
"Believe me, I'd rather not be here," she said, "But Walter seems to think that I should dethrone my brother. The asshole didn't even bother asking me what I wanted before he dragged me out here and put me to work."
"Oh really?" I asked with a smirk, "Do you need some help? I could provide you with some if you want."
The Princess scoffed.
"Don't play me for a fool," she said, "I know what you are. You're the Overlord. You don't help, you take."
I smiled widely and I'm pretty sure my eyes glowed brighter.
"Oh, you know who I am and you're not trying to kill me?" I asked, "Not much of a Hero, are you?"
The Princess looked surprised.
"You know about that?"
I laughed and reached forwards, cupping her chin and forcing her to look directly into my eyes.
"I know a lot more than that," I purred.
The Princess shuddered at my touch as her cheeks flushed.
"So tell me girl, what are you going to do now?" I asked, moving my hand from her chin to caress her cheek, my clawed gauntlets leaving faint scratches on her flawless skin.
The Princess shuddered again, before she batted my hand away and stepped forwards.
"Don't call me girl," hissed the Princess, poking my chest as she glared up at me.
I admit, I was impressed by her courage. Not only was I taller than her by a good head, but I was wearing full armour and had a sword in my hand while she was unarmed.
"My name is Laura," she continued, poking me again.
I caught her wrist.
"Alright, Laura, what are you going to do?" I asked, "Will you live up to your title and try to take my head? Or will you walk away?"
"Neither," said Laura, pulling her hand from my grip, "I want to help you."
Both my eyebrows shot up at that. Ohh, I really like this girl.
"Are you sure you don't want me to clean out the Mistress Quarters?" asked Gnarl cheekelly.
I sent a pulse of Mana down the link and was rewarded by a squark from the old Minion Master.
"Oh? And why should I accept your help?" I asked.
Laura grinned.
"Because having me, the Crown Princess, on your side will make taking Albion for your own much easier," she said, "Plus, you can get the Resistance on your side."
I cocked my head on one side.
"I thought you didn't want anything to do with them?" I asked.
"I don't," said Laura, "But my brother's an idiot and a weakling. He doesn't deserve to be a King."
I stared at her for a moment, before I burst out laughing. Laura looked surprised, before she scowled.
"And just what is so funny?" she snapped.
"Oh, I'm not laughing at you," I said, "Well, I suppose I am, but its only because you were probably the only one in this entire kingdom that had any chance of defeating me. With you on my side as opposed to against me, this Kingdom is as good as MINE!"
With that last word, my power flared, blasting the still burning fire away and snuffing it out, resulting in a huge pillar of smoke that surrounded me. The pulse of power exited the Minions and the Browns immediately took up a violent warcry, bouncing around and waving their weapons in a way that should have been comical, but somehow managed to stall a sense of genuine menace that I didn't think the little buggers were capable off. I turned back to Laura, who was staring at me in awe, and held out my hand.
"Come Princess, let us plunge this world into Darkness together," I said, the echo in my voice becoming much more pronounced and turning it into one that any Dark Lord would be proud of.
Laura immediately reached out and took my hand, letting out a short yelp as I pulled her to me and placed my clawed fingers at her throat.
"I'll place my trust in you for now," I hissed, "But know that if you ever betray me, I won't hesitate to snap your neck."
I squeezed lightly and Laura swallowed and nodded.
"I understand," she breathed.
I nodded and released her. I stooped and picked up her dropped sword, holding the weapon out to her.
"Now, lets go."
Laura took the sword and fell into step beside me as we headed towards the Bandit encampment.
Wow, that was fun! Now I know why people like writing Dark stories so much!
So, we get a glimpse of Drake's hidden dark nature, proving that he is more than capable of being ruthless, despite his normally slightly silly persona.
We also get to meet his first Mistress, the Princess of Albion. And yes, I did chose the name Laura for a reason, although its got nothing to do with the story itself. It was actually imagining a scene between the Overlord and the Princess that gave me the idea in the first place. I won't go into detail, but it may happen in the story...if I can bring myself to write it.
I basically decided that he'll be getting a Mistress from each 'world' he visits, so he'll get one from Dragon Age, one from Naruto, one from Overlord the Anime, although I have no idea who to use for that, and so on.
Speaking of other 'worlds', I'd welcome ideas for other lands he could conquer. Remember, Fantasy ones only and they'd have to be ones where we don't know the entire planet, like One Piece. Include who you'd like to be the Mistress from that land in the process and we'll see what I can do.
I'd also like some ideas for 'Heroes' that could potentially try to take him down later on. That won't be for a while, not until he moves on to the next land since he's already got the Hero of Albion on his side.
Wow, that was a long AN. Still, its done now and I'm gonna sign out. Hope you leave a review!