"Now, everyone line up for your shots!" Chemista exclaims, preparing her syringe.
The crew of the station brings up their arms, and the next moment they are injected with Snail Mutagen.
Their bodies begin to shudder as their hands slowly enter their sides. Their mouths start to drool copious amounts of spit as they fall down on the ground while their eyes extend beyond their sockets.
They are now the size of large dogs, with shells covering their backs.
"Mwuahhh..." one of them spits out..."Whe...arrrre..." then its eyes blink, and the Snailman starts to slowly pull itself forward towards the exit of the laboratory.
"I think I'm going to retch in a corner," Chemista remarks. "Salting them would have been a better idea in my opinion, your evilness."
Four Snailmen acquired!No crew survived on the cruiser -except the Hero who ran away. The animals did seem to enjoy the 'party' however.
You ask Knighthowl another question that heavily weights on your mind.
"What of the Group of Heroes that fought Chemista together with me? What happened to them?"
Knighthowl exhales, before gazing sideways.
"We were four, and you were the Fifth." He states plainly.
"There was Supersteel, Heroic Girl, Yo-Yo Kid and myself. When I failed to bring you back, and when we believed you dead...we all broke in our ways. The Asylum brought us back to reason. I think something sweet was going on between you and Heroic Girl, but I can't be sure of it. I never was much of a nosy person. Other's romances didn't bother me. You and Supersteel had a friendly rivalry, while Yo-Yo kid was pretty much the mascot of the group."
He smiles sadly.
"I haven't seen any of them in a long time. Last I knew, they all went their separate ways," Knighthowl exhales. "But that's enough of the past," he looks at you, "It only brings grief to remember the old times that never will be again."
"What are you going to do once out of here?"
"I'll enjoy a vacation." Knighthowl chuckles. "Both short and long term. I'm old, Silver. I know you can't see the wrinkles with all this fur, but I'm as old as Chemista -who has the jelly to thank for removing wrinkles. I'm bordering the sixties now, and I'm no Vintage Hero. It's time I step down. I lived a good and long life."
"Why do you still remain a Hero? Even after everything you've seen?"
"Why are you still an Evil Overlord, even after everything you've learned?" Knighthowl asks back. "Why are you still human, while the others you mutate? You never ask a bird why it flies instead of jumping from branch to branch. You never ask a fish why it swims. I am a Hero. I will be a Hero until the day I die...it is just who I am, nothing more...and nothing less."
"But they were torturing Cerulean!" you shoot back.
"And for that crime, you paid them back a thousandfold, harming innocent life in the middle of it, Silver!" Knighthowl growls back. "Your sins are far heavier than you think of, never forget that! I do not know how you can sleep soundly at night, but I know your heart is still in the right place -if a bit dirtied. I'm done looking for rights or wrongs, Silver. I'm old, let me enjoy my retirement. I will close my eyes and ignore the world that passes by me...haven't I earned that, for all the sacrifices I have made until now?"
You quietly look at Knighthowl, not knowing what to say.
"I took enough of your 'Overlord' time, Silver," Knighthowl says then gently, a small smile on his lips. "Go now, don't waste more time talking to an old relic of the past."
You nod, and quietly excuse yourself.
You find Chemista whistling happily around her lab, tinkering with some type of mutagen-this and that. You saw Psysquid walking towards the lab a moment earlier, but now you don't see him at all -maybe he just passed by.
"Ehm, Chemista?"
"Yes your overlordness?"
"Do you have everything you need?"
"Of course," she nods.
"You do not require anything?"
"Not at the mom- Well, there is one thing," she adds thoughtfully, "But..." she shakes her head, "well, I heard there is a shard of Mindium kept at the National Museum of Heroic Heroes. It is extremely well-guarded and protected, but it could be enough to erase the memories from a Heroic Hero of sorts..."
"We have standards now, Chemista...brainwashing people..."
She looks at you with amusement glinting in her eyes.
"Fine, maybe you have a point on some brainwashing," you bring your hands up in the air, rolling your eyes. "Only some however!"
"You don't need to start a crusade to recover the shard," Chemista states plainly. "The museum is in Hero-City, so if you pass by it, give it a look."
You leave just in time to catch a glint of the wall outside the lab changing color briefly, but when you blink and gaze again it's gone.
Probably it's just tiredness -it is late after all.
You throw the Werephant corpse in the SAD System with a few magical crystals.
You flex your finger and wield the Unholy Rosario.
"I SUMMON THEE, CREATURE FROM THE ABYSS! EMERGE!
In the name of all Evil and all that is Elephantine, come forth!"
There is a flash of light.
1d12= 11 + (No need to count it's enough)
A crackling ball of energy shots forth, which you hastily avoid just in time. A humanoid-like figure with tusk-like bones protruding from its neck emerges, his hands claws and his face a mixture of human and elephant. Its entire appearance is skeletal, and his eyes crackle with evil crimson energies.
"I. Am.
Wraith"
"A Wraith?"
"A Wraith," it nods. "We are creature born of magic and spirits of the dead ill-buried."
"An elephant Wraith," you remark.
"Yes...we never forget," it eyes you. Darkly. "Never."
"Good! You'll fit right in!"
Dark Minion acquired: Elephant Wraith!You decide you'll build Cerulean a Magical Girl's staff just like the daughter of an Overlord would require.
Whistling happily to yourself, you work upon the piece of steel and spinning cogs until it is completed, with magical crystal powering it up.
You're sure Cerulean is going to love it.
The point is, if you do give it to her, it would mean upgrading her to a Dark Advisor.
Do you give it to her?You are still in downkeepmy wrist started acting up so I finished the update here without doing the mutagens. I'll do them the next if I remember them. (The trouble of wanting to become a writer is the pain of your fingers and wrists when you write too much)
And btw, it was actually my first time Larping. If you enjoy the storytelling, it's probably because I've got a year of Fanfiction writing under my belt.