Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 6Chapter 6: Animated Discussion
Thorn glared at his sire. "I will not be your pet lapdog."
"I want you to rule in my name, not be my lackey." The God rose from his throne.
"I rule for myself." He hadn't fought for anyone but himself: Thorn would be cursed before he'd permit anyone to claim his victories.
His sire stepped forward until he stood directly in front of Thorn. "You will rule in my name if I have to break you to it." His eyes glowed with fierce power.
Despite his body urging him to submit, Thorn returned the glare, the fury. "Just try." The air between them no more than six inches crackled with power. "I'm no use to you dead."
For a long, long moment there was no response, only the hard white glare from the God's eyes. When he spoke, his voice was calmer. "Perhaps we should settle this in the traditional manner. You and me, in the Dungeon training ground, first to submit loses."
"You lose if you call on anything but what you had as Overlord," Thorn retorted.
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He woke up to the cage being banged, startled, he flew to the back of the wall. His eyes darted from side to side. Where was he? This place, it smelled so revolting! Ew! Smelly bad place! Smelly bad place! He held his nose trying to block out the smell.
"Look! The little red-thing is finally awake," a voice said, as the cage was banged around again.
He cringed, pressing his body flat against the wall, his glowing chest panting hard. "Let me out!" he called out to them. "Let me out!"
"It speaks!" The voices retorted, as laughter filled the air. Again, the cage was banged around before whoever was banging the cage left. The laughter going with them. He cautiously made his way up to the front of the cage, peeking out. "Hello?" his voice called out.
"Pyrros wake! Pyrros wake!" Another voice, sounding similar to his own, called out.
All around him, he saw other cages with creatures the same as him. They all had red skin with glowing yellow stom
Notes from the Netherworld Library - IntroductionNo Overlord has yet realized that there is another library. When or if one of them does find the other library, the results aren't likely to be happy, at least not for Gnarl.Notes from the Netherworld Library - Introduction3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The other library has always been in the Netherworld. It contains Gnarl's collection of research on minion mythology, his notes on Tower management, and his chronicles of all the Overlords, complete with his honest assessment of said Overlords' abilities.
Since no Overlord has ever been particularly mild-tempered, the result of any of them ever seeing Gnarl's notes is likely to be... fiery.
Fortunately for the old Minion Master, there is only one Overlord who is likely to ask, and he is currently trapped in the Infernal Abyss.
Gnarl is not the first minion ever spawned, but he is one of the first generation, and the oldest minion alive. Mortis is from his generation, although spawned some years later. Giblet was once trained to follow Gnarl as a Minion Chieftain, a position that was later abandoned w
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It was a hollow feeling. Here he was the master of this domain, nay the god. Servants obeyed his every command, they had no choice after he slew the Forgotten God. Occasionally there were problems with the dwarves and Halflings, yet they were dead so they would simply respawn in moments. The same applied to the many minions that lulled about, undead minions that is, and not of the kind he had grown accustomed to. It was in these rare instances of idleness, he removed his helmet.
Another wraith filled his cup. Sipping it slowly his thoughts turned to the world above. Quilt would pay for his treachery, that is if the minions hadn't done so already. Those were the days, good old bad days, as Gnarl would put. If anything this recent excursion had done, it was add a little excitement. Admittedly, he enjoyed his earlier exploits, conquering the lands, slaying would be heroes, and now this.
Oh how he lon
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Evernight Forest lay shrouded in perpetual twilight. The immense trees blocked most light even in full daylight, and had grown together under the influence of the twisted magic of the wasteland to form a kind of living roof.
Ghosts gathered around Thorn within moments of him stepping through the Gate, so many of them that the ancient stonework around the Gate was obscured by their presence and he wondered if they'd been waiting for him. It wasn't a pleasant thought.
The ghosts bowed in unison.
Thorn wasn't sure which one spoke: they spoke telepathically, so he couldn't see any mouths moving.
"Welcome to lost Evernight, Son of Darkness." It was more of a solemn intonation than a greeting, and certainly not calculated to make anything feel welcome.
Thorn still preferred the ghosts to Everlight's idiot creatures with their whining about all things cute and fluffy. As for 'Son of Darkness', it was better than 'Demon Lord'.
"To what do we owe the honor of your presenc
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Maiala lay still and quiet in the deep shadows of the ravine while she watched the men pass. If they saw her, they'd beat her.
She might have been a useful extra set of hands, but lately as the wasteland expanded and the great river's poison ate more of the ocean's harvest she'd become more of a burden. A skinny girl slave wasn't as useful as a sturdy boy, and the other use for girls well, if it was that or food even the most lustful man would choose food.
If there'd been anywhere she could go, Maiala would have run. The Ruborian Desert was as secure a cage as anything physical, and the waste was worse. Villages like Cliffsedge were few and rare: there weren't many rivers, and most of them were poisoned by the waste.
Why her mother had dumped her here Well, that was easy enough. Cliffsedge was the closest Ruborian village to what was left of Evernight Forest, making it the obvious place for a dying, half-mad elf woman to leave her unwante
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Doniel remembered falling. Remembered seeming to hang in air that buffeted him while the Overlord fought to take over his mind. Overlord Mardis, who'd all but defeated the band Sir William the Black had assembled, who'd been laughing as magical winds drove even the giant Khan to his knees.
Remembered pain from ribs broken when he'd been tossed against the wall early in the battle. Doniel had lain there, ignored by the Overlord's minions, until he'd realized he was near the balcony and that the Overlord stood with his back to the open space, all attention on the heroes.
Overlord Mardis never expected to be tackled by an injured hero, and fell.
Doniel remembered that. Remembered, too, the way the ground loomed when the Overlord's body went limp, in that moment before the impact that smeared the Overlord across the jagged rocks drove everything out. It hadn't hurt, at first. There'd been no room for pain.
Then, when pain rose, the welcome blackness. And waking in a tomb, where th
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The crash made the Netherworld Tower shake. That would have been bad enough, but the sound of minion voices singing very drunk minion voices, singing very, very badly made Gnarl wince. He had to force himself not to look at the throne. More particularly, he had to work at not looking at the occupant of the throne.
Never mind that this Overlord, having been raised by minions from the age of seven or eight Gnarl had never been good at estimating human ages was more tolerant of their antics than most. There were limits, and a Master who'd been going over the business of his realm since he returned from eliminating the Glorious Empire wasn't likely to appreciate minion partying.
Another crash, and more singing. It was just as well the Master had never learned the minion dialect. He was still young not much more than a boy, really, for all that he'd been remarkably successful and he didn't take well to his... well... exploits in the
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"Fire in hole!" Cham called out as he ignited the gunpowder trail as everyone cleared way out of the cellars and hid among the counters in the kitchen. There was a loud boom as the ground rattled and vibrated, making the pots and pans shake in place. Rollick looked over as smoke bellowed out from below. He coughed slightly as he waved the air to help clear it away.
"Did it work?"
"Let go see!" Cham said eagerly as he hurried down as the others soon caught up to the minion. They found Cham staring at the wall. They had managed to blow away most of the debris but the path was still blocked.
Demeter walked up and growled, "Damnit!" he snarled.
Qeb was beside himself. Grimm had to smack the minion upside the head to calm him down but he too, began to feel the fear for the Master rise up in his throat. What if they couldn't get to them in time?
It's been nine days since Malkor was trapped. How long would he last? And Gnarl, he was old,
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The haze of magic from a Netherworld gate had barely faded from Thorn's vision when Gnarl said, "I do apologize, Lord, but there is something of a situation in the wasteland."
So much for relaxation. "Explain." He strode to his throne, dropped into it.
Gnarl's ears dropped. "It's the gate nearest the old tower, Sire. It ceased to be accessible while you were conquering Aquilonis."
Thorn frowned, and called up the Tower map. The magical device showed him all the Netherworld Gates in his lands, and allowed him to see what lay in the area immediately around the major gates.
He focused on the wastelands, glaring at the map when he saw that the minor gate less than a day's march from the old tower was indeed no longer present. The other minor gate, close to a week's march distant, seemed intact, and he could see no change in the ruined lands near the major gate. "Have there been any other reports?"
The old minion frowned. "None that suggested any problems, Sire. Southern R
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The manor was dark, lit only by the flickering light of the burning buildings in the city. The servants and slaves who had once served here were gone, dismissed by their mistress and given enough gold to see them through what would undoubtedly be a difficult few months until the new ruler of the no-longer-Glorious Empire established his brand of order.
Lady Rose, widow of the Imperial Voice Marius and former leader of the Sentinels, would not be there to see it. Her very dead former husband would have been shocked to hear the curses she muttered about the equally dead Emperor as she walked through the darkened halls of the building she had called home for the past fourteen years. "Idiot elf," was probably the kindest.
She wound her way through the obstacle course that was the manor kitchen to the narrow door opening to an alleyway where a woman of her rank would normally never be seen. Not that anyone who looked would realize they saw a ranking Imperial citizen: inst
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Malkor was slumped slightly against the wall. He was tired and thirsty. They had run out of water. The minions around him were dying off faster than he realized. Even Gnarl himself was struggling. Malkor leaned his head back. He had shed down to his tunic and pants to help reduce sweating. The minions had been gone for at least a day, if his calculations were correct.
It was only a matter of time before he completely lost it due to hallucinations. Minion blood was something he was not going to resort to. He'd rather die by dehydration than drink their blood, even if they sacrificed it for him. They'd have to force feed him.
Gnarl walked up. "Sire?"
Malkor slowly opened his blood-shot eyes. The normal red glow had dimmed down to a mere flicker, and the minion could see they were truly red, in a very bad way. "Sire, please! Drink, I know it's not of something of your desire, but it will strengthen you." Gnarl pulled out the small water-blad
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Well, that's going to put a crimp or two in Master Thorn's style. "Apologies, Lord. I'm not as young as I once was, and after so many years, we'd thought you must be dead, with all the wraiths after you." Gnarl climbed to his feet. He knew he was rambling, but for some reason he couldn't stop the words tumbling from his mouth. "Pity, really, I rather like the boy, but there it is. I can only serve the most senior candidate as it were. I do regret that I never could serve you properly before."
The Minion Master swallowed. "Master?" He couldn't be mistaken. This could not be anyone but Master Doniel, miraculously returned from the Infernal Abyss.
"I know." A little amusement crept into the Master's voice.
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All of them were mere play toys to her whims.
Velvet was a woman of high class taste.
She wanted it all and would do anything to ravish her sexual desires.
A great paladin she was to wed.
Once he was a mighty hero, but now a foppish fool.
Admittedly he was handsome, but he had what she wanted.
His power, his riches. Those were what she wanted.
Then "he" came along.
Clad in armor, putrid smelling creatures at his side, giggling and chattering.
Immediately she was taken by his body and his looks. Metal made imposing features.
She used her charms, her wiles. She had done this man a time, and every time a man was ensnared; in the end they were tossed aside.
But something happened, something she didn't expect. He rejected her. He stayed loyal to his misstress; her sister.
Her sister? Her sister?! Why!?
Her sister wasn't the pretty one, she was!
She didn't take it well. In anger she helped another, the one who had stolen her wizard father's body.
The fake father had