Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 8Chapter 8: Gnarl Shaken
Gnarl expected the Master to visit the forge early, but not to go directly from there to the library the official library or to be summoned to his Master's presence. Usually Master Thorn preferred to be alone in his library.
Seeing him waiting with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed did nothing for Gnarl's state of mind. "Lord?" It was odd enough Master Thorn not wearing armor. Gnarl had half expected the Master to return via the Armory wearing one of his older suits of armor.
Instead, Master Thorn wore the dark red pants and white shirt he'd worn when he returned yesterday, and a pair of sealskin slippers that had seen better days. He hadn't even tied his hair back as he usually did, so the auburn mass curled around his shoulders in a way Gnarl hadn't seen since the Master had been a boy.
Strange times, Gnarl thought. He didn't like that: strangeness was unpredictable and ruined the nice orderly advance of Evil across the world. Chaos was s
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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
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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.
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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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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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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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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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The dwarf was lying on the ground, bleeding from a light chest wound. The Overlord walked to the prone dwarf and drove his foot into the wound, causing the dwarf to howl in pain.
"Where is Karen, you dwarven bastard!? She's over five feet tall, has blonde hair, and has blue eyes."
The dwarf growled, "She's probably that girl our king has in our dungeon. We're holding her captive in a cage of this special green gold that the leader of the Bringers of the Dawn gave us to hold her. She'll be held until she agrees to marry our king. The entrance to the fortress is a few hundred feet in
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Kaff smelled sleepy-stuff. He knew the smell from when the Mistresses used it, only never this strong. He rubbed his eyes, then grabbed a spare rag from the pile meant for the Master's spawnlings and wrapped it around his face, over his mouth and nose. That made him not so sleepy.
He took one of Mistress Juno's thin scarf things from a different shelf in the storage room, and draped it over his head so he wasn't getting sleepy-stuff in his eyes but he could still see, mostly. He remembered Horde minions talking about that trick, for when the air got stingy in nasty places.
Kaff crept out of the storage room, and peeked into the main room of the private quarters. In time to see a nurse-slave put Master's spawnlings in a big basket and hurry from the room. The nurse-slave had a rag around her mouth and nose, too, and all the other nurse-slaves were asleep.
This was bad.
Kaff followed the nurse-slave, and tried not to make any noise at all even
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Gnarl blinked when Master Thorn returned to the throne room. He'd expected the Master to take his time with the traitor.
"You've notified them all?" the Master asked without preamble. Within moments of him dropping into his throne the fingers of his left hand tapped restlessly on the stone arm.
"Yes, Sire. Every port has your orders." Apparently his time in the dungeons hadn't been sufficient to work off his temper: that meant Gnarl would need to tread carefully. He was accustomed to soothing ruffled Overlordly tempers, but never before after something he considered a failure.
The simple truth was that Gnarl couldn't remember ever having failed his Overlord this catastrophically, and he had no idea what he should do.
Master Thorn nodded. "Good." He beckoned.
Gnarl sighed under his breath and obeyed the silent command.
"Explain." That single word was accompanied by a fierce glare.
Gnarl's ears drooped. "Apologies, Sire." This was definitely a time when st