Valkyrie Weapon Interlude 2 - 2K18
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heroicrecordsThis is your obligatory CW
WC: 16508/50000
A dark cloud loomed like always over Layewaist Castle. Far to the northwest as it had been, the clouds grew in mass and thickness and darkness, as the castle itself grew taller and more complete, adding spiked spires and dungeons and all sorts of nasty hiding spots for soldiers of all kinds, patrolling with an incredible array of weaponry, both ancient and modern. What started as just a couple of bricks on top of each other, barely enough to walk into and find a place to lay, was now becoming an impressive stronghold, at least worthy of a disc ending battle, if not the halfway point fight. But this was Overlord Pander’s home, and we all knew the final battle would take place there, eventually. A moat was being dug and filled with a bizarre mixture of magic toxins and lava, a dark bridge of the material we’d recovered recently being built in an arc and guarded by ferocious beasts we had no business going near at our experience level.
Inside the middle, closer to the top as always, sat the throne room of Pander, and he sat, bored as always, awaiting any possible good news about his minions subduing or killing or just getting rid of that pesky Valkyrie Weapon. The less work he had to do before his true subjugation began, the better. He didn’t want to waste what he had now, as it was precious and not much more could be brought in for him at this time. The rest of his dark materials would be spent in a cache ready to help him ascend to the heavens to destroy the goddesses and to arm his greatest soldiers. The rest would be cast in the strongest metals and hides he could find, covered in spikes and other menacing looking things. Badguys aren’t very varied or creative in this area.
So he sat, with a few mostly naked slaves he didn’t really care for beyond the decorative and threatening purpose chained to the legs of his throne, and eventually a knock came to his door. When a guard announced that Sukker had returned, the words were what he wished to hear, but the inflection was not. When the door opened and he saw Sukker, charred, scarred, beaten, Pander’s eyes narrowed once more in a furor unlike the one he had when Strippur returned emasculated. A seething dark energy snarled and curled from his fang like teeth and his fists balled up with it. He stood, his cape flowing as he stomped forward and crushed the guard’s face into the wall, killing him instantly, his head and face smashed beyond recognition.
“General Sukker! Do not tell me you have also failed me?” Pander roared, almost unable to blink, his left hand having to steady itself on top of his sword pommel. “What in the unholy name of our dark masters happened?”
“Y-you, uh, sir… I’m sorry sir I uh… That…. That Valkyrie Weapon… It’s her, she’s too strong, even something as inept as she should be in magic has complete taken over her and turned her almost into a one woman army! Phalliuhold went down almost without a fight! And… my brother she… you have no idea what she did to him and I just… Sir please give me a second chance!” Sukker’s voice was sad, somber, serious. He sounded like a child, a coward, kneeling before his master as his head lowered, unable to meet him in the eye. “She’s recovered the glaive and added a devious force to her party. And sir, uh… I hate to bring even worse news but...”
“BUT WHAT? OUT WITH IT, YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A WARRIOR! YOU ARE LUCKY MY RAGE HASN’T COMMANDED ME TO OFF YOU AS SHE SHOULD HAVE! HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN AFTER THIS? THIS BETTER BE IMPORTANT!” Pander’s words echoed hard enough to shake the tower that his throne sat in, the slaves running behind the throne.
“They… They recovered some of our dark materials and… They’ve been experimenting with it… They’re on to us. Big time.”
“...How on to us? HOW FAR ARE THEY?”
“W-Well I suppose that’s the good news is they only know it somehow interacts with Lesbifrost somehow, but they aren’t sure what’s going on or why yet. Please, sir, I’m sorry.”
Pander let out a massive scream and a wave of energy emanated from him, smashing Sukker into the wall as he punched a hole using his magic fist through the wall right next to his head.
Sukker had no words. His lord’s might was truly unrivaled, in his opinion, but that Valkyrie Weapon was gaining fast.
“That...” Pander pondered over this for a second and let out a deep sigh. “Actually. You know what? Let them have it. For now. We’ve far more of this material than they do and if they can’t figure it out, then the game is still far in our favor. But tell me, beyond obtaining the glaive, has the Valkyrie Weapon made any progress in finding out what Lesbifrost is? Who she is? Who I am?”
“Not a bit, sir. She’s rather, ah, single minded in using it to show off to get laid. Easily distracted, that one. I think she’d lay a rock if it winked at her and wiggled her hips at her.”
“Good. That’s good at least.” Pander began to calm down, commanding his slaves to begin cleaning up the guard’s body and smoothing his cape out, a finger idly twirling the perfectly cut white bangs around his yellow eyes. A light from the moon reflected in from the hole onto his grayish purple skin, revealing a rather ghoulish figure.
“S-So can I--” Sukker began.
“Yes. You shall live. For now. You will join Strippur in rehabilitation. We’ll best this so called chosen one yet. I’ll call back our troops from the fort for now, leave it. But the rest will press on and hopefully get to places like Gropehold before she can. The last thing she needs is another ally.”
“THANK YOU SIR! OH THANK YOU! I will have a chance to avenge my brother yet!” Sukker was basically kissing Pander’s boot covered feet as he bowed and felt his lord’s hand on top of his shoulder.
“You shall. We all shall. This world and its women have by far seen the last of me.” Pander sat back down, letting out a deep sigh. “Oh, and Sukker?”
“Yes, boss?”
“On your way down to the rehabilitation chambers, let Battle-General Shibari know it’s his turn. Take Gropehold and, well, hold it.”
“Yessir! Glory be to the Layewaiste Empire!”
With that, Sukker ran out of the room to give the next round of commands.
Pander was far from satisfied, nor his anger quelled. If Shibari and Gropehold fell, then it’d mean big, big trouble for Empire, and perhaps they didn’t quite have the edge they thought they did.
But that would have to wait for the next chapter, the next adventure. The moon continued to cut through the clouds as Pander’s fingers rapped against his armrest, reminding him of just how dark it was. It sort of reminded him of home, wherever that was.
This would all be much easier if the Valkyrie Weapon’s low level ass would just get here now and try to speedrun herself through the game so he could end her ass now and save him a lot of work. It didn’t take him this long to conquer most things, and time was of the essence for him.
It’d be beautiful if it weren’t for the fact, you know, he was a villain and he had just threatened one of his greatest soldiers over getting his ass handed to him by a dipshit heroine who was pretending to be a mage. How could these pesky humans be so emotional over things like familial bonds when stuff like power and money was that much better? He didn’t understand it. Nor did he really want to. But eventually he grew weary of his own thoughts and retired to his chambers, the details of what actions there best lay undescribed.
The sun never really rises around there. Some say the goddesses themselves had abandoned it and made sure it would never know a lovely golden pallor until the Valkyrie Weapon had cleansed that land of all its darkness and sins. Or it was just bad location; the real estate was that cheap after all. Then again it all is when you just come in, kill everything, and start building.
And just as Battle-General Shibari made it to Gropehold, so did the Valkyrie Weapon and her crew of wives.
The real fight was only just beginning.
WC: 16508/50000
A dark cloud loomed like always over Layewaist Castle. Far to the northwest as it had been, the clouds grew in mass and thickness and darkness, as the castle itself grew taller and more complete, adding spiked spires and dungeons and all sorts of nasty hiding spots for soldiers of all kinds, patrolling with an incredible array of weaponry, both ancient and modern. What started as just a couple of bricks on top of each other, barely enough to walk into and find a place to lay, was now becoming an impressive stronghold, at least worthy of a disc ending battle, if not the halfway point fight. But this was Overlord Pander’s home, and we all knew the final battle would take place there, eventually. A moat was being dug and filled with a bizarre mixture of magic toxins and lava, a dark bridge of the material we’d recovered recently being built in an arc and guarded by ferocious beasts we had no business going near at our experience level.
Inside the middle, closer to the top as always, sat the throne room of Pander, and he sat, bored as always, awaiting any possible good news about his minions subduing or killing or just getting rid of that pesky Valkyrie Weapon. The less work he had to do before his true subjugation began, the better. He didn’t want to waste what he had now, as it was precious and not much more could be brought in for him at this time. The rest of his dark materials would be spent in a cache ready to help him ascend to the heavens to destroy the goddesses and to arm his greatest soldiers. The rest would be cast in the strongest metals and hides he could find, covered in spikes and other menacing looking things. Badguys aren’t very varied or creative in this area.
So he sat, with a few mostly naked slaves he didn’t really care for beyond the decorative and threatening purpose chained to the legs of his throne, and eventually a knock came to his door. When a guard announced that Sukker had returned, the words were what he wished to hear, but the inflection was not. When the door opened and he saw Sukker, charred, scarred, beaten, Pander’s eyes narrowed once more in a furor unlike the one he had when Strippur returned emasculated. A seething dark energy snarled and curled from his fang like teeth and his fists balled up with it. He stood, his cape flowing as he stomped forward and crushed the guard’s face into the wall, killing him instantly, his head and face smashed beyond recognition.
“General Sukker! Do not tell me you have also failed me?” Pander roared, almost unable to blink, his left hand having to steady itself on top of his sword pommel. “What in the unholy name of our dark masters happened?”
“Y-you, uh, sir… I’m sorry sir I uh… That…. That Valkyrie Weapon… It’s her, she’s too strong, even something as inept as she should be in magic has complete taken over her and turned her almost into a one woman army! Phalliuhold went down almost without a fight! And… my brother she… you have no idea what she did to him and I just… Sir please give me a second chance!” Sukker’s voice was sad, somber, serious. He sounded like a child, a coward, kneeling before his master as his head lowered, unable to meet him in the eye. “She’s recovered the glaive and added a devious force to her party. And sir, uh… I hate to bring even worse news but...”
“BUT WHAT? OUT WITH IT, YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A WARRIOR! YOU ARE LUCKY MY RAGE HASN’T COMMANDED ME TO OFF YOU AS SHE SHOULD HAVE! HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN AFTER THIS? THIS BETTER BE IMPORTANT!” Pander’s words echoed hard enough to shake the tower that his throne sat in, the slaves running behind the throne.
“They… They recovered some of our dark materials and… They’ve been experimenting with it… They’re on to us. Big time.”
“...How on to us? HOW FAR ARE THEY?”
“W-Well I suppose that’s the good news is they only know it somehow interacts with Lesbifrost somehow, but they aren’t sure what’s going on or why yet. Please, sir, I’m sorry.”
Pander let out a massive scream and a wave of energy emanated from him, smashing Sukker into the wall as he punched a hole using his magic fist through the wall right next to his head.
Sukker had no words. His lord’s might was truly unrivaled, in his opinion, but that Valkyrie Weapon was gaining fast.
“That...” Pander pondered over this for a second and let out a deep sigh. “Actually. You know what? Let them have it. For now. We’ve far more of this material than they do and if they can’t figure it out, then the game is still far in our favor. But tell me, beyond obtaining the glaive, has the Valkyrie Weapon made any progress in finding out what Lesbifrost is? Who she is? Who I am?”
“Not a bit, sir. She’s rather, ah, single minded in using it to show off to get laid. Easily distracted, that one. I think she’d lay a rock if it winked at her and wiggled her hips at her.”
“Good. That’s good at least.” Pander began to calm down, commanding his slaves to begin cleaning up the guard’s body and smoothing his cape out, a finger idly twirling the perfectly cut white bangs around his yellow eyes. A light from the moon reflected in from the hole onto his grayish purple skin, revealing a rather ghoulish figure.
“S-So can I--” Sukker began.
“Yes. You shall live. For now. You will join Strippur in rehabilitation. We’ll best this so called chosen one yet. I’ll call back our troops from the fort for now, leave it. But the rest will press on and hopefully get to places like Gropehold before she can. The last thing she needs is another ally.”
“THANK YOU SIR! OH THANK YOU! I will have a chance to avenge my brother yet!” Sukker was basically kissing Pander’s boot covered feet as he bowed and felt his lord’s hand on top of his shoulder.
“You shall. We all shall. This world and its women have by far seen the last of me.” Pander sat back down, letting out a deep sigh. “Oh, and Sukker?”
“Yes, boss?”
“On your way down to the rehabilitation chambers, let Battle-General Shibari know it’s his turn. Take Gropehold and, well, hold it.”
“Yessir! Glory be to the Layewaiste Empire!”
With that, Sukker ran out of the room to give the next round of commands.
Pander was far from satisfied, nor his anger quelled. If Shibari and Gropehold fell, then it’d mean big, big trouble for Empire, and perhaps they didn’t quite have the edge they thought they did.
But that would have to wait for the next chapter, the next adventure. The moon continued to cut through the clouds as Pander’s fingers rapped against his armrest, reminding him of just how dark it was. It sort of reminded him of home, wherever that was.
This would all be much easier if the Valkyrie Weapon’s low level ass would just get here now and try to speedrun herself through the game so he could end her ass now and save him a lot of work. It didn’t take him this long to conquer most things, and time was of the essence for him.
It’d be beautiful if it weren’t for the fact, you know, he was a villain and he had just threatened one of his greatest soldiers over getting his ass handed to him by a dipshit heroine who was pretending to be a mage. How could these pesky humans be so emotional over things like familial bonds when stuff like power and money was that much better? He didn’t understand it. Nor did he really want to. But eventually he grew weary of his own thoughts and retired to his chambers, the details of what actions there best lay undescribed.
The sun never really rises around there. Some say the goddesses themselves had abandoned it and made sure it would never know a lovely golden pallor until the Valkyrie Weapon had cleansed that land of all its darkness and sins. Or it was just bad location; the real estate was that cheap after all. Then again it all is when you just come in, kill everything, and start building.
And just as Battle-General Shibari made it to Gropehold, so did the Valkyrie Weapon and her crew of wives.
The real fight was only just beginning.