Warhammer lizard lord x overlord crossover Chapter 1: Prologue, a Warhammer + Overlord/オーバーロード Crossover fanfic

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In a world of blue and green reminiscent of a world called Earth. Lies the different cultures and people living on the rock of many who would call home. From the mundane turmoil and strife of nations vying for power and control. Lies a man who is just trying to get by. A self proclaimed old man when he is only in his 30's. Practically an entire lifetime in comparison to those living at the far off lands. Sweating a storm from the hot air of the coastal city that is California. He wiped his brow with his jacket and mitten glove. Breathing in and out about how his outfit might make it a poor choice to wear on a hot day but the sun has already reached its horizon and the cold has started to set in. Pulling off his mitten glove he traced which finger has his key.

Tapping it with his other hand he unscrewed the top index finger and revealed the house key used to get in his home. Unlocking the door and entering to switch on the light. He entered into a familiar sight. A large living room of two living rooms split at the pile of stuff he has yet unwrapped. Closing the door and sighing that they might be worthless now. Walking upstairs on the wooden steps, tracing his hands across the handle bar next to the steps he entered into his room. Taking a look around finding his gaming set up of a wide screen computer and a hard drive that glowed in the dark.

Walking around finding the basket he kept on the side of the window. He took off his jacket and placed it there. Opting to throw the beanie and mittens on the bed. He walked over to the dress he kept beside his bed made for two. Looking at a picture of himself and another once upon a time ago. Breathing in and out he walked back to his computer and sat down on his chair that he might have broken by leaning back in weird angles. Turning on his hard drive and computer to get it warmed up. He picked up a helmet with boxy visors. Tracing his thumb across the words from cousin Angela written on the side. He placed the Helm on his head.

Tapping the on button on the side as the wire is already hooked up onto the hardware. Leaning back he closed his eyes and breathed in. Wanting to open his eyes as the character he found cool in the beginning. But throughout all of these years he stayed faithful and devoted to the race. Sure he was well read on other subjects since it's what was being released. But this particular character resonated with him for quite some time. Being the last of his kind after a devastating tragedy. Even losing an arm. Something he could relate to.

Besides being really cool of being a dinosaur riding on top of another dinosaur and a glowing hand. He sighs on how such a premise has to end to push another iteration of fantasy to renew model sales. He opened his eyes and saw where he was sitting on a throne of gold and brown. Looking at a large red carpet laid out in front of him. Tapping his fingers on his seat he stood up and walked forward. Checking his stats and character tag in his server that was modded and purchased by DLC and expansion packs. Finding he still has the name Kroq-gar with him. He made his journey to find the lords and heroes he had in his castle. The others might not make it in time.

Kroq-gar: So this is how it ends, huh? 116 years in Warhammer III, all of it to end

Kroq-gar thought out loud as he exited his throne room and walked towards the balcony to oversee his great work. Entire pyramids of Gold and stone, having arches of giant blue crystals arched on top floating up and down. Islands that were created from rock and dirt floated high around the golden towers being conduits to connect the cities by the grace of the Geometric Web. Turning on to life as the blue energy arcs turned on hitting his crystal to bring in everyone he recruited during his long years. He took a breath thinking It was hard to see that all of this had to go. Even after all the bumps and bruises the team at Creative Assembly and Game Workshop went through to make this game.

Turning away from the balcony and walking to the throne room. He reminisced on all the work he had dedicated his life to: every ounce of ore, wood, gold, and stone had been dedicated to his empire. From the major crossover events, to buying the models of each race, to hosting games, entering tournaments, even picking up books from the black library of 40k and fantasy. All of this and the creators just had to destroy it for greed. Again. Feeling anger now hot and furious upon the exploding setting again. Apparently the end time debacle did not teach them any lesson.

Even the no tolerance policy that would leave fan creators to be entombed by the threat of lawsuit. He rubbed his head because there was nothing he could do. He is old, he is tired, and he's been through this before and would rather spend his final day on the throne rather than complain on the forum like last time. Entering the throne room He smiled finding his life long companion and mount Grymloq. A giant red tyrannosaurus rex that has functional hands rather than the nubs from actual real world archaeology. Lying down next to the throne which serves as a gate in the higher and lower levels of the city. Would have liked to go over to the floors to take a visit but he feels he's running out of time.

Sitting down on his throne he leaned back like he does back home. Opening his inbox and seeing his followers are making it to the pyramid to be teleported here. Along with reading the message that was sent to the active player base. Having their own world of playing the immortal empire expansion pack. Sometimes inviting others to play in their world soon to be deleted.

Dear player this will be the last mail you'll receive , as you probably know that we are deleting this game, and we apologize if this has inconveniences you in any way possible, but we thank you for those who have been loyal to this game, this game will soon be deleted when the in game timer reaches to 24:00:00, thank you for your loyalty

Finished reading the email for about the tenth time trying to read in between the lines but shook his head. No grand plan was there as this was just another cash grab. Tapping at his throne he looked away from the message board and found what he will consider his closest friend. Even though he has a tendency to wander a lot. Nakai the Wanderer being materialized right before his eyes.

Although his friends were just NPC's...somewhat he plays as them during their battles. He still thought of them as friends. A bit sad but his experience with real life friends that isn't his family have been wanting so far. Especially Jeffery. Ugh, him and pepe-kek were almost one to one but at least he managed to keep it in check sometimes. Shaking that off he looked to Nakai the Wanderer taking his place in the hallway. Being a big crocodile or Kroxigor in this game world terms. A mighty warrior standing at eleven feet tall covered in battle scars he earned from being a sole survivor just like him. However he has a bit of trouble trying to settle. Alway moving where he is needed. Making him the hammer to the lizardmen, wielding a long handle blade known as the sacred blade of Quetzal said to be blessed by their war god named Quetzal.

Next teleporting in was the being known as the Great White Lizard. The greatest Lizardmen or Saurus by this world definition in living memory. Gor-Rok. The shield of Itza and personal defender of Lord Kroak. Noticing Kroak isn't here so he must be somewhere else, probably refusing the order as it might be impossible for him to leave the city of Itza but no matter. His other friend made it here as he stood tall at eight feet. Instinct kicked in as being the most famed temple guard of the old world.

His Mighty Mace of Ulamak being of an emerald color having a serrated edge in the front of it being wielded by his right hand. On the left was the shield of Aeons said to be so massive and made from the heart of the fire mountains, it took dozens of Kroxigors to haul the material out and hundreds of generations of Skink artisans to properly carve it. Being shaped as the crescent moon with the symbol of the lizardmen on the flat of the shield with Golden metal covering the edge of the weapon and ending it with two sharp sikes representing the teeth of the shield. Along with the original material used to make the shield carved as teeth at the bottom of the shield.

Finally the last that was teleporting in was a giant red toad wizard sitting down on a floating throne wearing a mighty stone hat with two sun charms down next to his forehead. His eyes glowing bright like the sun floating up and down on his chair to take his position as the high chief of astrology and all known schools of magic. He however lost his position as the minus ten diplomacy had been making things difficult and fighting a somewhat long war. Getting replaced by Tetto'eko the chief Astronomer in the celestial magic but he seems to not be here now. That's fine as his personal advisor and leader of all things magic, Lord Mazdamundi the most powerful living Slann Mage-priest in the world. Has arrived from Hexoatl here to be his guide. As long as he doesn't pilfer any magical artifacts or enact the great cleansing again.

Getting comfortable in his throne he looked around seeing that might have been everyone who had made it. The time limit is getting closer as the teleportation might have beamed them to the different parts of the temple. Path finding has been a common issue somewhat. Counting about five he-. Doing a double take he shook his head as he smiled, finding he who hunts unseen. Being an orange chameleon or skink this world definition of him would be. Holding the Golden Blowpipe of P'Toohee. He chuckled that the lizardmen have puns as names sometimes. Having the green orbs around his body along with hunting supplies that he carries on his person. Probably pilfered it from a demon as he is considered the doom slayer version of the Lizardmen. Having earned that title and bringing back the lost sub-species of Chameleon skinks. Oxyotl the ghost of Pahuax is here sitting down doing his idle animation of checking and rechecking his weapons and armaments.

He leaned back as these are the best generals and friends he could have. Or the one's available in the game after some Dlc now. There might have been more but just like all races some were kind of neglected. Such is the way of GW favoritism and mostly target demographics of selling renewing the modeline of space marines. Shaking that off he tried to think of how kings would be like with their subjects for thematic purposes.

He has mostly been wandering around with Nakai to conquer and develop some civilizations like a traveling adventurer. Rather prefer to get the job done and right rather than beating around the bush with kingly followers and politics of going on a power trip. So better late than never he guesses. As he waved his hand for them to bow. Seeing them not doing anything he just remembered that he hasn't hotkeyed his gestures to the poses. Seeing the clock ticked faster he used the vocal recognition command rather than going through the poses he neglected in using on his npcs.

Kroq-gar: Bow down

The Lizardmen bowed down. Except Mazdamundi who floated down to the ground on his chair. He nodded that was good enough as the Slann were already bowing and sitting on their chairs. Now looking back to the clock on the top of his eyes he ruminates on how this would and the game after so long is ending in a whimper.