The Overlord stood before his floor-length, three-way mirror, smiling under the cover of his shrouded cowl. Sure, he could always have the system mirror his image—but he could afford the luxury of mirrors, and the Overlord was very, very proud of that fact.
It was a good morning. It was the kind of morning where the Overlord felt like his power would never stop progressing. He looked at his currently equipped outfit. The Overlord was draped in a luxurious red and gold damask robe, and wore three splendid gold necklaces of descending length that perfectly accented his green-gray skin tone and his sparse, white chest hair.
The Overlord took a swig of gin from his ornate glass and watched his shrouded cowl billow in the reflection of his mirrors. He truly looked the part of an Overlord.
Still, he couldn’t just obsess over his reflection all day. The Overlord had plenty of business to attend to, and business could never be done in a robe. The Overlord had a reputation to uphold. If he lost rep points for attenting to his duties in a robe, the Overlord would be furious. The Overlord thought ‘Check Reputation.’
Reputation: Overlord, The
Overall Reputation Score:
42087693323 (+401 since last check)
Overall Reputation Description:
You are feared by many, known by all. You are the Overlord, and all must bow to your will. You are known for being tempermental and ruthless.
Focus to see reputation for specific locale(s)…
The Overlord felt his right eyelid twitch. ‘Feared by many, known by all.’ Did that mean that some of the people of Beaubinte held no fear for him in their heart? The Overlord was disgusted. He almost wanted to throw his glass of gin at the three-way mirror, execute all his subjects, burn his castle to the ground, and raze a bunch of villages in a random region of Beaubinte. Then again, the Overlord remembered what a pain in the ass it had been to get another castle built and another batch of subjects last time he’d done that. No, the Overlord would have to control himself. Still, he needed to let off a little bit of steam. The Overlord decided he’d compromise and randomly raze some villages. But, he could do that after he picked out his outfit. The Overlord opened his inventory.
Inventory: Overlord, The
Carrying capacity: 1178/2379
Item
Traits
Dragon Scale Armor (enchanted)
+30 destroy, +30 hp, +25 str, +25 const, +25 dx, +20 carry weight
Burning Hellflame Gauntlets (enchanted)
+20 destroy, +15 melee combat, +10 armed combat, +18 dx, +4 carry weight
Boots of Furious Vigor (enchanted)
+45 stm, +10 armed combat, +5 carry weight
Velour Cloak of Billowing (enchanted)
+55 char, +50 mana, +20 summon, +20 confuse, +10 carry weight
Jade Crown of Royal Bliss (enchanted)
+40 char, +40 speechcraft, +40 mana, +2 carry weight
Abbreviated list based on prior use. Focus to see more items…
The system knew the Overlord oh so well.
[Dragon Scale Armor (enchanted) equipped]
[+30 destroy]
[+30 hp]
[+25 str]
[+25 const]
[+25 dx]
The Overlord looked in his mirror and admired how the dragon scale armor wrapped around his powerful, muscular frame, exposing just the right amount of the Overlord’s left shoulder and collarbone. Feeling inspired, the Overlord focused on the hair band he’d been wearing under his shrouded cowl and unequipped it. His long, flowing white hair fell elegantly from the hood, dangling down, down right to his waistline. Lovely. The Overlord looked at his right shoulder, which was fully covered in spiked dragon claws. What wonderful asymmetry.
[Burning Hellflame Gauntlets (enchanted) equipped]
[+20 destroy]
[+15 melee combat]
[+10 armed combat]
[+18 dx]
The Overlord smiled as his strong yet soft hands were covered in the eternally flaming hellfire gauntlets, which felt slightly warm to the touch yet never burned when combat mode was deactivated. He cracked his knuckles, watching each individual rivet of the gauntlet’s metal pop out slightly with satisfaction.
[Boots of Furious Vigor (enchanted) equipped]
[+45 stm]
[+10 armed combat]
The Overlord never really paid too much attention to his legs or feet, though he had to admit these boots indeed made him look well-endowed. Speaking of well-endowed, where was his codpiece? The system hadn’t included that in its dialogue. What a travesty. The Overlord opened up his inventory.
Inventory: Overlord, The
Carrying capacity: 1178/2433
Item
Traits
Golden Codpiece of Encrusted Fury (enchanted)
+69 char, +69 stm, -0.5 stm regen, +2 carry weight
Shimmering Codpiece of Dazzling Allure (enchanted)
+69 char, +69 stm, -0.5 stm regen, +2 carry weight
Fuschia Codpiece of Harrowing Boldness (enchanted)
+69 char, +69 stm, -0.5 stm regen, +2 carry weight
Velour Cloak of Billowing (enchanted)
+55 char, +50 mana, +20 summon, +20 confuse, +10 carry weight
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Jade Crown of Royal Bliss (enchanted)
+40 char, +40 speechcraft, +40 mana, +2 carry weight
Abbreviated list based on prior use. Focus to see more items…
Hmm. So all of the codpieces generally had the same stats. The Overlord knew that they each had other, softer effects that he could see by checking their learn more dialogues, but he didn’t feel like spending that much time on his outfit because it felt like that would be a little obsessive. Instead, the Overlord decided he ought to just equip each codpiece and see which looked like the best fit for his current look.
[Golden Codpiece of Encrusted Fury (enchanted) equipped]
[+69 char]
[+69 stm]
[-0.5 stm regen]
Now that was a codpiece. The Overlord admired how strongly it bulged outward, as well as the strength and vigor of the codpiece’s fabris. Still, he felt it blended in a little too much with his Dragon Scale Armor.
[Shimmering Codpiece of Dazzling Allure (enchanted) equipped]
[+69 char]
[+69 stm]
[-0.5 stm regen]
Now, that was a codpiece. The Overlord loved how it constantly sparkled and shimmered, this animation added to the overall feel of his look, and it almost moved in step with the flames of his hellflame guantlets. Still, the Overlord didn’t want to risk not trying out his third codpiece.
[Fuschia Codpiece of Harrowing Boldness (enchanted) equipped]
[+69 char]
[+69 stm]
[-0.5 stm regen]
This codpiece was definitely named correctly. Its fuscia color was so brilliant and strong that it almost burned the Overlord’s irises. While he did appreciate how much attention this codpiece commanded, he did also feel it kind of detracted from the rest of his look. The Overlord didn’t want to have to remind anyone where his eyes were while attending to Overlordly business. Even if his eyes were hidden by his hood.
[Shimmering Codpiece of Dazzling Allure (enchanted) equipped]
[+69 char]
[+69 stm]
[-0.5 stm regen]
Yes, the shimmering codpiece of dazzling allure was the perfect amount of fascination a subtlety. The Overlord was pleased. Very pleased. Now he could continue to equip the rest of his outfit.
[Velour Cloak of Billowing (enchanted) equipped]
[+55 char]
[+50 mana]
[+20 summon]
[+20 confuse]
The Overlord loved the way that his Velour Cloak of Billowing always billowed, even when there was no wind. He turned around, angling his posterior towards the mirror so he could get a glimpse at it. As expected, the cloak perfectly obscured it from vision while also, every so often, would invite those curious to take a glance under a while-timed cloak billow. And, indeed, the form-fitting nature of his dragon scale armor was quite flattering to the Overlord’s buttocks, so when one managed to steal a glimpse at it, what they saw was surely magnificent.
[Jade Crown of Royal Bliss (enchanted) equipped]
[+40 char]
[+40 speechcraft]
[+40 mana]
The jade crown fit perfectly over top of the Overlord’s shrouded cowl, adding a bit of glimmering fascination to his fit. Yes, he truly looked like an Overlord in this moment. Hell, he looked like a Supreme Overlord! The only thing that could jazz his outfit up more would be equipping some weapons. Of course, customarily it was seen as rude to equip weapons while serving Overlordly duties, but the Overlord was the Overlord, damnit, and he wanted to look his best. Maybe if he just equipped something intimidating looking and wore it strapped to his back it would have his intended effect. The Overlord opened his inventory back up.
Inventory: Overlord, The
Carrying capacity: 1178/2433
Item
Traits
Huge Sword of Dismemberment and Bloodshed (enchanted)
+25% crit chance, +125 damage, +30 fire damage, +35 carry weight
Giant War Axe of Soul Drain and Shocks (enchanted)
+10% crit chance, +5% soul drain, +133 damage, +30 electricity damage, +37 carry weight
Tremendous Trident of Frosbitten Death and Destruction (enchanted)
+15% crit chance, +115 damage, +50 frost damage, +30 destroy, +31 carry weight
Abbreviated list based on prior use. Focus to see more items…
Hmmm. They all sounded pretty nice.
[Tremendous Trident of Frosbitten Death and Destruction (enchanted) equipped]
[+15% crit chance]
[+115 damage]
[+50 frost damage]
[+30 destroy]
The Overlord turned to either side, inspecting how the tremendous trident looked on his back. He loved how it worked in a fight, but aesthetically, its sky blue hue just wasn’t doing it for him.
[Huge Sword of Dismemberment and Bloodshed (enchanted) equipped]
[+25% crit chance]
[+125 damage]
[+30 fire damage]
Now this was a weapon. The Overlord looked in admiration at how large the huge sword was. It was wider than his shoulders, and the Overlord’s shoulders were quite wide and muscular. Also, it had flames moving around on its razor-sharp edge, which was always cool. However, the more the Overlord looked at the sword, the more he felt that a giant sword was a little played out as far as aesthetics went. What was more, he didn’t really like that it was wider than his shoulders. He was the Overlord, and the Overlord’s shoulders had to look huge. Maybe his giant war axe would work better than this.
[Giant War Axe of Soul Drain and Shocks (enchanted) equipped]
[+10% crit chance
[+5% soul drain]
[+133 damage]
[+30 electricity damage]
The Overlord looked at how the giant war axe curved around his back. It was huge, but it was also asymmetrical, which was going in step with his overall vibe. It gave weight to the side of his body that had an exposed shoulder, and somehow the axe managed to look intimidating in its own right without taking anything away from the Overlord. Its dark purple hue and the occasional sparks of electricity shooting over and around it made the weapon’s aura perfect. The Overlord was finally happy with his look, and spent a good while just taking his whole fit in. He even decided to think ‘Mirror Me,’ so that the Overlord could watch his mirror image spin around 360 degrees in fron of his three-way mirror while he watched from a distance and nodded with pleasure.
The Overlord jumped, startled by the sensation of a soft hand shortly squeezing his right buttocks.
“Ah! Who’s there?” said the Overlord, spinning around in a brilliant twirling motion. He saw Maviel standing before him. “Maviel! What was the meaning of that assault on my person?”
“Darling, I just liked what I saw!” said Maviel, obviously offended. She was wearing a long, draping purple robe with ruffles, and a tiara with a glowing pink gemstone sat atop her forehead. “I can’t help that I desire you terribly. Especially in this cape, and with such a lovely codpiece equipped. Please, try to understand.”
Hmm. That was a little suspicious. The Overlord thought ‘Check If Lying.’
[Not a lie]
Damn. So she was being honest. The Overlord felt his heart warm just a little. “I see,” he said. “I apologize for my temper, Maviel.”
“Thank you, dear,” said Maviel, looking a little surprised. “I trust you’re all dressed up for our meeting with the Sainserians?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” said the Overlord. “Unfortunate that we’re meeting with the Saintserians, of course. My outfit itself is anything but unfortunate.”
“I understand what you’re saying, dear,” said Maviel, stepping forward to run her fingers across the Overlord’s mighty forearms. “Oh! Your burning hellflame gauntlets almost burnt me! They’re so scary looking, baby.”
“That’s not how my gauntlets work” said the Overlord, yanking his arm away from Maviel and lifting his head up so she could see him scowling under his cowl. “They only burn when I’ve got combat mode activated! You know that, Maviel!”
“Yes…dear…I know.” Maviel took a deep breath and sighed, backing away from the Overlord slightly. He loved how feminine she looked when she hung her head dejectedly in disappointment. “I’ll meet you in the conferencing chambers, darling.”
The Overlord nodded. Maviel turned around and strutted out of his changing room.
At least she hadn’t been lying to him. Lying to him yet, that was. The Overlord started to fume with rage as he thought about how sure he was that she’d lied to him at some point. And if it wasn’t Maviel that was lying to him, it had to be someone else.
Someone like that miserable little envoy of his, Sylfir. Yes, she was definitely hiding something from him. The Overlord suddenly knew what he wanted to do. He equipped a gilded sending stone.
[Sending Stone - Babqex equipped]
“Babqex! Babqex, you insolent imp! Get in here right this instant, you little weasel!” said the Overlord.
“Oh, yes, of course, my liege, of course,” Babqex said through the sending stone.
The Overlord unequipped the sending stone as Babqex shot into the room, looking a bit like a half-boiled squid.
“How can I help you, my liege?” asked Babqex.
“Tell the Saintserians that their abysmal meeting can wait,” said the Overlord.
“But, my liege, you’ve been putting off this meeting for months now!” said Babqex. “It would be in the greater interest of your kingdom to get the meeting over with. It will do wonders for relations with the far continent.”
“Damn the far continent, and damn the greater interest!” said the Overlord. He tightened his strong grip around his glass of gin, sending tiny cracks throughout its interior. “If the meeting is that important, send Maviel into alone! I couldn’t give less of a shit what the Saintserians think or want, anyway! What can they do to stop me? They don’t have a system! It’s not my fault their continent has fallen to war, and it’s not in my interest to waste any of my endless life worrying about them!”
“Understood, my liege,” Babqex said, shivering. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Yes, Babqex,” said the Overlord. “I want you to send Sylfir into the lounging chambers immediately to wait for my presence. I have some questions for her.”
“Oh. Okay. Of course, my liege,” Babqex said. Before the imp could scurry off, the Overlord grabbed his weak left wrist and squeezed it tightly.
“Also, if you tell anyone about this, I will personally hang you by the scrotum from ten silver hooks and bleed you out slowly until every inch of hp has drained from your body,” said the Overlord in a whisper. He released Babqex and cackled as the imp rushed away.
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The Overlord grasped the gilded doorknob to the lounge room. It clicked satisfyingly as he turned it and pushed the door open. The Overlord entered his splendid lounge room. Its ceiling was tall and conical, with ornate paintings of the gods of Beaubinte romping naked and creating the world and magic around them. Hanging from its center was a magnificent chandeliere. The room itself was adorned with countless chaises longues of many diffferent sizes and styles.
“I’m here as ordered, Overlord,” said Sylfir. She was laying on a velvet, purple chaise longue, and was wearing a sheer white and gold nightgown that made her pink irises really pop.
The Overlord had to admit to himself, she looked quite attractive. Still, he would not let this cloud his judgement, and stormed forward in a furious huff.
“Sylifr, I need you to be truthful to me,” said the Overlord. “You are one of my envoys. I am your superior, and I am the one you report to. Do you understand the implications of this arrangement?”
“Yes, my Overlord, of course I do,” said Sylfir.
Something about the way she called him her overlord made the hair on the back of the Overlord’s neck stand on end and his heart start racing with something more than anger, but the Overlord couldn’t let Sylfir know that. He stepped closer to her, and now could smell the elf. It seemed she was a little sweaty. What was that about? Shouldn’t the Overlord’s envoys always be clean when presenting before their ruler? Still, that wasn’t the matter. The Overlord needed to know if Sylfir had answered his question truthfully. The Overlord thought, ‘Check If Lying.’
[Not a lie]
“So, you really mean what you say?” asked the Overlord, kneeling down to look closer into Sylfir’s eyes. He brought his hand up to reach for her soft chin, and brushed it with a metal-and-flame encased finger. “Can I trust that you are acting in my interests?”
“Oh, my Overlord!” said Sylfir. She trembled a little as he brought his finger away from her chin. She leaned closer to his shrouded cowl, straining to see if she could see his face from the shadows. “I always aim to please.”
The Overlord thought, ‘Check If Lying.’
[Not a lie]
“Wow,” said the Overlord. He felt his reservations and distrust of Sylfir melting away as he stared through his cowl at her enticing eyes. “So I guess I really can trust you.”
“Of course, my Overlord,” said Sylfir. “Of course you can trust me.”
There was no point in checking if Sylfir was lying at this point. Plus, the Overlord could feel more pressing matters tempting his person. He leaned closer to Sylfir. She grasped his neck. Her nails were small and sharp, and she dug them into his skin. It kind of hurt, but in a good way.
“Good,” said the Overlord. “It is glad to hear you seek to please your Overlord.”
He inched closer to her. The Overlord could feel her breath.
“Oh, Overlord, won’t you take off you cowl?” asked Slyphir. She leaned forwards, her tentative hand reaching for it.
“No,” said the Overlord, pushing her palm away. “But I’ll still kiss you, if you would have me.”
“Please, Overlord, please!”
The Overlord thrusted his lips against Sylfir, and soon their bodies were wrapped together in rapture on top of the soft velvet of the chaise lounge. The Overlord could feel something under his codpiece rising, and when he closed his eyes, he could’ve sworn he saw stars.
"Overlord! How could you!" gasped the voice of a familiar half-elf. "I've been trying to initiate things with you for months!"
The Overlord pulled himself away from Sylphir and turned around. "Maviel! It's not what it looks like!"
"My gods, Overlord," said Maviel. Her eyes started tearing up. "I can't fucking believe you."
The Overlord wasn't certain whether Maviel's tears were genuine or not, so he thought, 'Check if Lying.'
[Not a lie]
"Look, Maviel, I can explain all of this, really," said the Overlord. "I swear, it's just a misunderstanding."
"Oh yeah?" said Maviel. "Go ahead, then. I'd like to see you try."