The Return of the Overlord.

Flying above the clouds, Night ponders the current affairs of the world. “Silence, why a little welp like you were hiding in a crummy hole like that?” as he snapped his fingers releasing the muzzle. “Um, well, after your defeat… everything collapsed. Your armys turned on themselves.” “Reasonable, not everyone within my army was made of sterner stuff.” Hesitant to say, Silence winces before saying, “Also I am not a welp, I am a mighty adult Dragon.” “I am aware of how surprisingly fast your kind matures relative to other creatures of longevity.” Night getting a tad miffed by such a meaningless turn in the conversation; lowers his point and middle finger, tapping her neck a jolt of magic shocks Silence into silence. “Now onto more productive conversations.” His words slimed out of his mouth, lingering in her mind, “Now. how many of my Generals still stand?” “I don’t know, I was recently born.” “Then what do your elders say of the existence of my Generals?” “I only know of one… he is the golem, right?” Night stared deeply into the sky recalling the past, “Ahh, Armada, my best.” “Ugh… yes the golem mech, he has been fighting a guerrilla war with ‘ground walkers’. Night muzzled up Silence; choosing silence as best to ponder. Armada, was an artificial creature made by himself; he was made for war and to be loyal to war.

His body was forged out of the best material at the time, shaped like a dog, with two mana cannons flanking each shoulder. Armada was fierce, and a leader of ‘men’; though a flaw that Night had intentionally put in, was his thirst for war. It was intention that he added this thirst for combat; reason being should Night have won then he could dispose of Armada when he crosses the line, or in the case that he was defeated, all he could do was fight. The perfect general in times of desperation. Though Armada was his most prominent general, he did have other generals. Concordia Dis a creature of black viscous liquid, and chaotic powers flowed through this one; he was a less reliable general due to the fact that he was more chaos then command material. Hanu, a female slime, her particular skill was maneuvering forces and reassignment. Though when it came to leadership, she was not the worst, though he wouldn’t trust her with any large offensive. Panzig Zhar the Dragon, the Secretary of Treasure, and General of Logistics. Though he has very little field experience, his experience in logistics had saved more lives than any army could. Salvia, an elven spirit succubus, she was… by far the worst of his generals in ability. Though the only thing that kept her within such a rank was due to her necromance. Toabar a cursed human, he was surprisingly competent at lead had he not been cursed with the worst luck in all of this world. Toabar was in charge of training the future soldiers of his army. Though he had not been cursed, he could rival Armada in skill and knowledge; though he hasn’t been in a straight clean fight so it might be a stretch to equate him to Armada. Those were the most prominent generals of which he thought could survive without his presence.

There were other generals but he didn’t want to waste time remembering a dead resource. It took the rest of the day to reach his castle, but as the sun drowned itself within the ground; arose a mighty castle surrounded by two rings of defensive walls. As Night grew closer to the castle he could see that time had worn down his place; though not by neglect as he first imagined, rather by negligence as kobolds scramble about the place. Most of these kobolds were unarmed, carrying their height in papers and other documents. As the two landed, Night ordered Silence to head to his throne room and stay there as Night head to the lower chamber to find his Treasurer. It didn’t take Night long to find the vault that held most of his treasure; it was his castle after all. Night enters his vault to see a nearly empty vault with an average sized humanoid figure with draconic features sitting at a desk piled with papers. “M’Lord, you're late on your payments.” The Draconic Humanoid spoke. “Yes, a good nap tends to lead to an inability to pay up on my commitments.” The Draconic Humanoid grinned back, “M’Lord, I assume you need me to catch you up with current events.” Night only stared at the Draconic Humanoid, not needing to speak his answer. “Yes it has been two hundred years since your defeat.” “Two Hundred?” “Well technically two hundred and fourteen years, twenty-nine days, four hours, eighteen minutes, and seven seconds, Sir.” Night stared at this Draconic Humanoid with annoyance. “I forgot how insufferable you can be, Panzig.” “Noted. Sir, status update on the current battlelines. It's shit Sir.” “I assume as much. How might we fix this predicament?” Panzig Zhar looked a bit forlorn, glancing up from his paperwork; eyes meeting Night’s, “Sir, permission to return to my original form? Sir.” “A slight nod given by Night gave way to The Draconic Humanoid twisting and contorting into a larger, more lizard-like form. Golden feathers covered the large round Dragon; two legs somehow supported the massive creature with a massive belly. Two mighty wings rested upon his back; as his sharp straight horn pointed out of his head. “M’Lord, the problem is tenfold; Humans and alike are making incursion into our heartland: Beast-kin continue to raid our farms and farmers, Humans are pillaging our more prospering towns and cities, Elves are enslaving valiant heroes of your empire, Dwarves are carrying everything that isn’t bolted down. If it isn’t the raids that kills us; then the logistic problems caused by those raids will.” “I asked for a solution, not more pointless jibber jabbering.” “Apologies, if we can reorganize the armies and secure a frontline; we can alleviate some of the problems.” Magic welled up in Night, pouring it into a giant beacon beam, firing it up into the air. “I have announced my presence to all those who can feel or see the beam.” Unfazed by the dark presence, Panzig Zhar merely contorted his body in order to grab a map of the area, “Some of the logistics problems can be solved if we took the town of Ol’ Karn; it won’t stop the raids, however it will limit their range if it is under your control.” “Splendid work, however I expect you to join me on this quest.” “I shall gather my army.” Panzig Zhar spoke as he started to walk out the room. Night returned to Silence forcing her to travel to the location suggested by Panzig. It was finally time for Aaron Night to take his first steps in conquest.