Notes from the Netherworld Library - Chapter 17Chapter 17: Westward Oh Crap
Maiala paced the confines of her prison, rocking the dark-haired baby in her arms. Though she tried to hide her fears, all three of them knew something was wrong. They burbled softly, and smiled a lot, but rarely cried – perhaps responding to her undisguised terror of anything disturbing the Centurion.
Little Red could roll himself over and lift his head for short times, Dark kept trying to pet her cheek, sometimes managing and more often smacking her, while Pale would watch her intently as though he was trying to make something happen just by staring.
All three had outgrown their swaddling, which Maiala now used for them to lie on. After near two months at sea, her supply of rags was all but gone. She doubted sea water would help to wash the few rags she had left. It might wash out the baby mess, but the salt that would be left in the rags would do terrible things to their skin.
That was less of a worry than the ever-diminishing levels of food and wine. Ea
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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 - Introduction2 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.
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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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"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 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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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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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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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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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
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Thorn returned to his throne room only after venting his rage on another prisoner, one of those sent to the Netherworld for execution when the Overlord so desired. He needed to be able to think clearly, something that was difficult at best when he was overwhelmed by the need to kill.
He really did need Gnarl intact and undamaged, unfortunately. The old Minion Master was the only creature in the Tower who knew how everything worked a weakness he couldn't permit. It had cost him too much already.
Gnarl looked startled although this was hardly the first time Thorn had returned from the dungeons with his armor liberally spattered with blood by Thorn's appearance.
"Erm, Master? Perhaps you might wish to remove the entrails before you repair to the private quarters?"
He blinked, looked down. Perhaps he had been a little more vigorous than usual. What spattered his armor was rather more solid than he usually tracked up to the throne room.