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Overlord - Mors Inimicos Nostros

"Quiet profligate! Your presence is tolerated by our lords, and brothers! We are to escort you to the throne room to face Lord Grey on his own orders! By virtue of him given the reigns of command we are to follow his orders! Now come!" barked the silver guard once again. The silver clad soldier seemed to not be phased at all regarding the matter at hand. "You will come, and you will do so quickly. Whatever crisis you may have while in the splendor of this great castle may be put aside. Greater Being, or not we will not tolerate such disrespect!" the guard said as a handful of silver clad guardsmen moved into the hall. They made no moves to be hostile immediate but they were at the ready with their hands on their swords, or clutching their silver spears should the 'greater beings' not follow their orders. As the soldiers filed in a green clad young man appeared in the middle of the hall as if out of thin air. "I've arrived to assist you in guiding the way to the throne. Please do not resist." the young individual asked everyone in the room. His head was cloaked, and his body was covered in specialized leather rogue armor. Various knives, and short swords lined his belt, and a bow clung to his back with a few arrows in a quiver. "Does the Grand Patriarch think us unable to handle these intruders Severnus? Surely we don't need our chief Frumentarii to bother with such matters." one of the older soldiers asked as Severnus shook his head. "No I merely am here to make sure everything runs smoothly. All Grand Imperial Officers have also received summoners. Claudius thought it beneath him to subject himself 'escorting profligates, and infidels' in his own words." commented Severnus without a hint of snark. His cold emotionless voice projecting a lack of any care for anyone in the room.

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@Lord ZeeI thought I responded to this but it didn't go through apparently but yes I accidentally double posted due to lag.

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Double post = this post was deleted as the unneeded double.

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@Reflection You have to post soon you last post was over a week ago.

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As Grey listened to the angel speak he couldn't help feel that she was a bit too dire hard into this game. It wasn't like the world was ending...well it was but the real world was still a place, and there were other MMO's out there. "This was MaxUltra's party...not mine. That said it has been a pleasure being a host for all of you. Arce Bellum deserved a good send off. This was all I could muster in its current state. With my comrades vanishing it goes to me to sit on the throne. Though it is not my place...I have an obligation to my comrades. A man must always be emperor. The throne must never fall. That was our creed when it came to building this dungeon into the marble splendor you see around you. It use to be a dungeon of cursed knights you know. Now it is our sanctuary...it was at least." Grey said as he ordered Marcus, and Yuna to follow him through commands. As he marched down the corridors he made sure once, and for all that the lower areas were sealed to the public, and that the men guarding the halls were doing so by checking the Guild Leader Menus. He had been given full control of the castle. As he looked at his nearly empty friends list he sighed. The silver clad guards blocked the hallway behind them as he moved on.

Grey decided life would be better from now on...he'd just have to spend less time on games. And more time on life. Work had been catching up to him. As he looked around at the more fortified inner sanctum of the giant castle's upper levels he couldn't help but wonder...how did Greybeard, BTBB, and Doux all decide this was what they wanted. The silver guards, the aesthetics of a holy castle, and the mighty NPC's. All of them were wondrous. He couldn't help but feel proud of all they had accomplished since then. His friends...his allies....his second family.

As he got to the throne room in its stupendous glory with its massive ceiling, and giant white pillars there sat the golden throne of Arce Bellum. He never wanted to sit on that thing all the guild politics that went with it was a pain. But now it was just a giant metal virtual chair. And in acknowledging that fact he was now fine with his choice. He decided to move up after a brief hesitant moment, and sit on the chair. He walked up the small steps leading to the throne. And put his hand on it gently before easing his virtual armored body down onto it. He deactivated his armor, and sat in his civilian clothes, the silk shirt, and pants that he had wore in more casual times. He sighed as he stared at Yuna, and then at Marcus the butler, and his servant. He closed his eyes and sighed a second time. As he mentally prepared for the countdown he decided to just let it happen...let this world go as he had looked at the clock before hand and as he counted down the time inside his head he wanted it all to end quietly....

5.....4.....3....2...1....

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.....Wait what? As he waited for something...And it did not come....what was going on? He opened his eyes and saw suddenly that Yuna was in front of him. What he hadn't ordered her to do that...what was going on? "My lord Grey is there something wrong? Are youn ot feeling well?" Yuna asked him gently as a sudden panic flared up in Grey as he pressed himself back against the throne. SHE COULD TALK!? What the hell!? That was a new feature. Grey wasn't sure what was going on so he tried to pull up a menu...only to find out he couldn't...and access to his friends list was now allowed!? He couldn't send messages?! "Yuna you can talk!?" Grey said in surprise as he looked at the young girl who looked back at him. She hadn't changed. She still wore his light white clothes, and her own set of light dwarven armor with his shield, and sword. However here was this pink haired young lady giving him a confused look. "Um yes sir? I've always been able to talk. Are you sleepy sir? Emperor Max won't be happy your sitting on the throne you know." Yuna warned him as she pressed her hand against his forehead, and put her other on her own. She frowned noticing he was fine. "Perhaps you should give him a moment to readjust he was just napping. That party downstairs with those...outsiders must have taken a lot of out of him. I'm sure his majesty...would be fine with him on the throne anyway. He always was carefree..." Marcus said suddenly his smooth voice contrasting Yuna's cutesy one. "...B-by order of the Lieutenant of the Light Guard I order you Marcus escort any remaining players here." Grey said suddenly as he calmed himself down ignoring Yuna for the moment. "Players sir?" Marcus questioned his leader. "I mean the outsiders, and remaining guild members bring them to me!" Grey said to Marcus who bowed. "Also assemble the Grand Imperial Officers of Arce Bellum! We will have a meeting." Grey said as Yuna smiled and said she'll go gather the rest.

In the hall a group of silver soldiers were met by a messenger exclaiming that all 'greater beings' were to assemble in the throne room by order of their grand lieutenant Greyedout. The silver clad guards repeated the message to the others in the hall.

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If no one posts by thursday I will move Grey to the throne on his own since no one is stopping him. It won't be like Ainz as he won't be named lord immediately after all the npcs still answer to Max officially but once they think he's gone they'll promote Grey as senior member. of the Empire.

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For what its worth I hope you feel better Kaze.

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I'm trying to give everyone a chance to play their characters out before the time down hence why I'm giving people time before we transport.

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"I'm a paladin not a fashion model just take the bloody shot." Grey grumbled as he awaited for the screen shot to be taken. He stood in the same position that he had earlier. As he looked at the timer wind down in the corner of his HUD. He sighed, and put his blade back into its sheathe. Looking at his model, and the armor on it he remembered fondly the better times. All that would end soon...but maybe new opportunities would arise. Maybe this would be the motivator to actually kick himself in the ass in real life, and do something with it. Still real life could never measure up to this. His friends, and pseudo-family were all in this game...and actual family too apparently. He saw the edgey guy wander over to some corner of the hall. Not that it mattered the system was locked from messing with things around here, and even if he did it wasn't like it would matter. If he wanted to waste their chance to socialize, and look through things in favor of being a loser in the corner of the most shiny white place this side of Yggdrasil that wasn't his problem. "I was just about to consider going back to the throne room, and sit down there. This place is shiny but it lacks flair. If you want fireworks cast some spells...outside of course burning down the castle is something i'd prefer not to see even in its last moments." Grey said passing off the angel's words as Bill, and Painful said their goodbyes logging off saying they're never forget their time here.

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I'm sticking mostly to the original setting changing characters around, and the plot will revolve around what is convenient for the roleplay. There are planned out plot points. I think making hard line plots for things like this make it heavily rail roaded. For example we will end up in an engagement against a criminal organization at one point, There will be a necromancer of some power in one of the kingdoms causing some sort of trouble, and some other things that will be relevant when we get to that point unless this ends early, or I forget or even if it changes.

On an addon to my last post I feel the need to add that Claudius the Centurion wears broad dwarven steel armor. A roman styled helmet with a face mask that can be slid in front of the face. He wears a cape, and carries a shield, and short sword. The heavy tank of the group wears full heavy steel armor. It covers is whole body and he wields a pole axe. We have an assassin elf who wields twin daggers, and wears a green cloak.

Just a few snippets if it helps. I intend to introduce characters with what they typically wear.