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Prologue - Death´s Fishing Net
The wild water swept her along. It foamed like the maw of a rabid wolf and it pushed her down with a furious force if she tried to gasp for breath. The darkness didn´t improve matters either.
The underground river was just as ferocious as they´d said. And it seemed like the rocks were getting sharper. She didn´t dare guess how deep below the earth’s surface she already was. The water was freezing and the strength to claw herself up rapidly disappeared from her body. She hit the rocks with her shoulder, her head, her hands trailed along a rough surface and the pain immediately got drowned by the cold… Then her leg hit a protruding spike of underwater rock and she felt something snapping. This pain couldn´t be drowned. She wanted to scream, but held back just in time – if she opened her mouth now, the water would ram in with the power of a starving sandworm tracing the smell of blood. She didn´t have much hope, but she´d rather bear the agony than drown.
Then, without warning, the seething ceiling of water opened in an explosion of foam and flung her away, almost incensed, as if the river had spat her out. For a split second, she had a clear view of her surroundings. Not that it pleased her.
There was a light at the end of the tunnel. Because the tunnel was on fire. Quite literally.
Far ahead of her, multiple lava flows gleamed in the darkness. She´d descended that far! But apparently, she was able to go deeper still…
Below her was a waterfall, and she was about to follow its course.
She opened her mouth to finally scream, but before she had a chance she was already falling, amongst white foam, black water and even darker rocky spikes. Her shoulders and back grazed some of them, but she miraculously wasn´t injured any further. Then, with an enormous splash she could hear even above the roar of the water, she was back in the more or less horizontal river.
And hung there.
Dazed, numb with the cold, painfully aware of her broken leg, tired beyond belief and scared out of her wits she looked about her. The icy water kept beating her with full force, roaring as if screaming in rage of a lost prey, but it flowed past her through the stitches in a…
…Net? Here, at this depth? She was nearly in the heart of the world…
She made out a voice above the noise of the river. It seemed to float above the other sounds, because she could hear it quite clearly.
“What did we catch today?”
A dark form appeared, silhouetted on top of the river´s high and rocky shore. A short, stooped form with a long stick at his side… a scythe…
And, convinced Death had caught her in his fishing net to collect her soul, she finally, blissfully lost consciousness.
Prologue - Death´s Fishing Net
The wild water swept her along. It foamed like the maw of a rabid wolf and it pushed her down with a furious force if she tried to gasp for breath. The darkness didn´t improve matters either.
The underground river was just as ferocious as they´d said. And it seemed like the rocks were getting sharper. She didn´t dare guess how deep below the earth’s surface she already was. The water was freezing and the strength to claw herself up rapidly disappeared from her body. She hit the rocks with her shoulder, her head, her hands trailed along a rough surface and the pain immediately got drowned by the cold… Then her leg hit a protruding spike of underwater rock and she felt something snapping. This pain couldn´t be drowned. She wanted to scream, but held back just in time – if she opened her mouth now, the water would ram in with the power of a starving sandworm tracing the smell of blood. She didn´t have much hope, but she´d rather bear the agony than drown.
Then, without warning, the seething ceiling of water opened in an explosion of foam and flung her away, almost incensed, as if the river had spat her out. For a split second, she had a clear view of her surroundings. Not that it pleased her.
There was a light at the end of the tunnel. Because the tunnel was on fire. Quite literally.
Far ahead of her, multiple lava flows gleamed in the darkness. She´d descended that far! But apparently, she was able to go deeper still…
Below her was a waterfall, and she was about to follow its course.
She opened her mouth to finally scream, but before she had a chance she was already falling, amongst white foam, black water and even darker rocky spikes. Her shoulders and back grazed some of them, but she miraculously wasn´t injured any further. Then, with an enormous splash she could hear even above the roar of the water, she was back in the more or less horizontal river.
And hung there.
Dazed, numb with the cold, painfully aware of her broken leg, tired beyond belief and scared out of her wits she looked about her. The icy water kept beating her with full force, roaring as if screaming in rage of a lost prey, but it flowed past her through the stitches in a…
…Net? Here, at this depth? She was nearly in the heart of the world…
She made out a voice above the noise of the river. It seemed to float above the other sounds, because she could hear it quite clearly.
“What did we catch today?”
A dark form appeared, silhouetted on top of the river´s high and rocky shore. A short, stooped form with a long stick at his side… a scythe…
And, convinced Death had caught her in his fishing net to collect her soul, she finally, blissfully lost consciousness.
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This is the Minion Mistress, a fanfic of the game Overlord II, with an OC added for good measure. I'll go over the Overlord's adventures, but a few things will be changed.
Minions, human armies, travel through snow, jungle and over the oceans, Kelda bitchslapping the Overlord, mounts for all clans and their Master, Gnarl's true form, Ruborian sand worms, a giant frog, free flight on giant wings, treason and backstabbing, magic in many flavors, and all the darkness of the Overlord games!
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Click here sunjinjo.deviantart.com/galler… for everything, and here sunjinjo.deviantart.com/art/Th… for the next chapter if you want to read on. This abomination is finished!
If you're reading this, at any time, no matter how many years since I uploaded this, don't hesitate to share your thoughts, opinions and ideas! I love feedback and am always interested in what you have to say.
Love and rusty weaponry, and I hope you'll have fun reading on if you choose to,
SJ
Everything in this story belongs to Triumph and Codemasters, and the honorable Feneris of FanFiction.net, except my main OC, some other people, creatures and stuff.
If you're an Overlord fan, feel free to visit me and the others here: !
...I think this calls for a description of what this story actually is.
This is the Minion Mistress, a fanfic of the game Overlord II, with an OC added for good measure. I'll go over the Overlord's adventures, but a few things will be changed.
Minions, human armies, travel through snow, jungle and over the oceans, Kelda bitchslapping the Overlord, mounts for all clans and their Master, Gnarl's true form, Ruborian sand worms, a giant frog, free flight on giant wings, treason and backstabbing, magic in many flavors, and all the darkness of the Overlord games!
No cheesy love stories or avenged parents. Much.
Click here sunjinjo.deviantart.com/galler… for everything, and here sunjinjo.deviantart.com/art/Th… for the next chapter if you want to read on. This abomination is finished!
If you're reading this, at any time, no matter how many years since I uploaded this, don't hesitate to share your thoughts, opinions and ideas! I love feedback and am always interested in what you have to say.
Love and rusty weaponry, and I hope you'll have fun reading on if you choose to,
SJ
Everything in this story belongs to Triumph and Codemasters, and the honorable Feneris of FanFiction.net, except my main OC, some other people, creatures and stuff.
If you're an Overlord fan, feel free to visit me and the others here: !
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Was recommended this from your friend ramul, not regretting reading any bit ❤️