Overlord Chronicles
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Category:
+M through R › Overlord
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
29,773
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Overlord, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Halfling Slave Camps 2
Halfling Slave Camps (part 2)
NOTE: There will be no sex in this chapter, just plot development. It’s mainly here so that this story more or less adheres to the actual gameplay.
The Overlord marched into the Halfling slave camps, and immediately an overpowering stench filled his nose. It was the stench of decay, of sloth and rot and refuse. The Halflings were never known for their personal hygiene. However, his musings were soon disrupted as a rock clanged off of the side of his helmet, producing a ringing tone but otherwise not affecting him. Glancing left, he noticed a pair of Halflings on a ledge, hurtling stones at him and his horde. With a casual wave of his arm, the Overlord sent a mob of minions up a nearby plank, who quickly stabbed, slashed, pummeled, and even bit the Halflings to death. The Halflings armor and helmets were quickly looted, and the Overlord moved on.
Turning the corner, the Overlord sensed the air around him ripple and heard whooshing sound, and quickly leapt back, just as an enormous spiked club crashed into the ground where he had stood. His eyes followed the club to an arm as thick as a tree trunk, and then up to the troll’s brutishly ugly and snarling face. The troll swung again, and this time the Overlord was forced to roll out of the way. He stood back up, furious. Scrambling for one’s life did not befit a dark lord. Raising his arm, he shot a blistering bolt of fire at the troll, expecting it to go up in flames. However, the troll had incredibly thick hide, and, while obviously pained and hurt, continued advancing towards the Overlord. The Overlord quickly summoned his minions, which ran into the fray stabbing and screaming, attempting to pierce the troll’s hide with their spears. They were flung left and right, and several were outright trampled to death beneath the troll’s gigantic feet, but their numbers were starting to weaken the troll. The Overlord strode in, and, swinging his axe with all his might, slashed the troll across its stomach, watching as its guts spilled out. With one final agonized roar, the troll collapsed.
The Overlord wiped the blood off of his axe, and took stock of his losses. Half his minions had been crushed, and he himself was low on magical energy. Looking around, he spotted a spawning pit, with a conveniently located sacrificial pit next to it. Striding up to the sacrificial pit, he picked the least equipped and most injured of his minions, who gladly sacrificed themselves to regenerate his power. Then, summoning another full complement of minions, the Overlord had them turn the crank in the ground, opening the tall wooden gate to the last fenced off area.
As soon as the gate rose, a mob of humans came rushing out, all shouting. The Overlord’s first reaction was to burn them all to a crisp where they stood, but then noticed that they were all unarmed, and were screaming in joy. These, then, were the prisoners he had seen before. The Overlord still wanted to fry them on the spot, but now he decided it would be wise to delay the mass execution. One of the peasants came walking hesitantly up to the Overlord. “Thank you for rescuing us! Oh, it was horrible. They were planning on working us to death! How can we ever repay you?”
The Overlord took his time gazing over the entire group before replying. When he spoke, his voice was deep and gravelly, and struck fear into the hearts of the men present. “Where are the women the Halfling abducted?” The peasant looked down at this point, and seemed regretful. “The women, unfortunately, were taken to the Halfling homes, to serve as sex slaves, the prettiest of course going to Lord Melvin. I’m afraid we’ll never see them again…”
The Overlord was not happy. He had planned on adding Lily, and any of the other girls he had found attractive, to his castle. Having his fun stolen by a Halfling did not sit well with him. Still, he would need to go through Spree to reach the Halfling homes, and to do that, it was best to stick with these peasants. The Overlord signaled for them to start moving, and followed them on the path back to Spree.
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Thus concludes the Halfling slave camps! Next, the arrival of the Overlord in Spree! What will happen to its residents? What about Lily and the girls?
As you may have noticed, the Overlord spoke for the first time in this chapter. I’m attempting to keep this to a minimum, since he never speaks in the game, and would be much cooler as the silent type. He will only speak when it’s necessary, or during sex =D
NOTE: There will be no sex in this chapter, just plot development. It’s mainly here so that this story more or less adheres to the actual gameplay.
The Overlord marched into the Halfling slave camps, and immediately an overpowering stench filled his nose. It was the stench of decay, of sloth and rot and refuse. The Halflings were never known for their personal hygiene. However, his musings were soon disrupted as a rock clanged off of the side of his helmet, producing a ringing tone but otherwise not affecting him. Glancing left, he noticed a pair of Halflings on a ledge, hurtling stones at him and his horde. With a casual wave of his arm, the Overlord sent a mob of minions up a nearby plank, who quickly stabbed, slashed, pummeled, and even bit the Halflings to death. The Halflings armor and helmets were quickly looted, and the Overlord moved on.
Turning the corner, the Overlord sensed the air around him ripple and heard whooshing sound, and quickly leapt back, just as an enormous spiked club crashed into the ground where he had stood. His eyes followed the club to an arm as thick as a tree trunk, and then up to the troll’s brutishly ugly and snarling face. The troll swung again, and this time the Overlord was forced to roll out of the way. He stood back up, furious. Scrambling for one’s life did not befit a dark lord. Raising his arm, he shot a blistering bolt of fire at the troll, expecting it to go up in flames. However, the troll had incredibly thick hide, and, while obviously pained and hurt, continued advancing towards the Overlord. The Overlord quickly summoned his minions, which ran into the fray stabbing and screaming, attempting to pierce the troll’s hide with their spears. They were flung left and right, and several were outright trampled to death beneath the troll’s gigantic feet, but their numbers were starting to weaken the troll. The Overlord strode in, and, swinging his axe with all his might, slashed the troll across its stomach, watching as its guts spilled out. With one final agonized roar, the troll collapsed.
The Overlord wiped the blood off of his axe, and took stock of his losses. Half his minions had been crushed, and he himself was low on magical energy. Looking around, he spotted a spawning pit, with a conveniently located sacrificial pit next to it. Striding up to the sacrificial pit, he picked the least equipped and most injured of his minions, who gladly sacrificed themselves to regenerate his power. Then, summoning another full complement of minions, the Overlord had them turn the crank in the ground, opening the tall wooden gate to the last fenced off area.
As soon as the gate rose, a mob of humans came rushing out, all shouting. The Overlord’s first reaction was to burn them all to a crisp where they stood, but then noticed that they were all unarmed, and were screaming in joy. These, then, were the prisoners he had seen before. The Overlord still wanted to fry them on the spot, but now he decided it would be wise to delay the mass execution. One of the peasants came walking hesitantly up to the Overlord. “Thank you for rescuing us! Oh, it was horrible. They were planning on working us to death! How can we ever repay you?”
The Overlord took his time gazing over the entire group before replying. When he spoke, his voice was deep and gravelly, and struck fear into the hearts of the men present. “Where are the women the Halfling abducted?” The peasant looked down at this point, and seemed regretful. “The women, unfortunately, were taken to the Halfling homes, to serve as sex slaves, the prettiest of course going to Lord Melvin. I’m afraid we’ll never see them again…”
The Overlord was not happy. He had planned on adding Lily, and any of the other girls he had found attractive, to his castle. Having his fun stolen by a Halfling did not sit well with him. Still, he would need to go through Spree to reach the Halfling homes, and to do that, it was best to stick with these peasants. The Overlord signaled for them to start moving, and followed them on the path back to Spree.
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Thus concludes the Halfling slave camps! Next, the arrival of the Overlord in Spree! What will happen to its residents? What about Lily and the girls?
As you may have noticed, the Overlord spoke for the first time in this chapter. I’m attempting to keep this to a minimum, since he never speaks in the game, and would be much cooler as the silent type. He will only speak when it’s necessary, or during sex =D