With this Crane, I should be able to get rid of most of this debris. It is almost half as unsightly as all of those sheep running around. Now, I can do to the basement and check on the state of my dungeon. Every Overlord worth his salt should have one.
Gnarl: You can fight almost anything you like down there, provided you've already defeated it once.
So, I get to relieve my stress and beat up on more halflings? Splendid! Put all of my spare minions to work in rebuilding this dungeon at once!
Hmm...this place looks familiar. It looks so much nicer with the Tower Heart in place. I wonder what it has to say about the state of my tower?
Gnarl: Browns are the toughest of all the Minions. They're never ones to shy away from a fight. In fact, it's quite difficult to get them to stop! Such is their dedication to the fight that Browns can use many different objects as weapons.
Yes, yes, I know that already! Hmph...there are no halflings or trolls to be found anywhere in this place. Maybe it is better that those unsightly things did not arrive here after all. Time to head to Spree and...what is this nonsense? Why are you all so quick to greet me with open arms? Where is the cowering in fear? The kneeling before Zod? ...oh, I get it. You all are new to this, are you not? This is the first time you have gazed upon the awesomeness of a black armored knight, and you do not know what to say.
Archie: Back home in Ruboria, I'm called Archibaldamius Methuselah Wobbleboard III, but folks around here just call me Archie. We've had some tough times. The Halflings have ransacked most of the farms and everyone's turned up in Spree...on my doorstep! They voted me Mayor! I got the drinks, yeah, but no food to feed them. Look, I really need some...er...er...valiant knights to get us back the food the Halflings stole from us. Their village lies to the East. I bet they're keeping it there. Go on. Full tummies for us equals fuller pockets for you, if you get my drift.
Was that a bribe, Mayor Overly-Long-Name? Hahahahaha...I like your style. With an attitude like that, you could go places. I hope you do not mind if me and my...um...subordinates do some "creative redecoration" to your town.
Gatekeeper: Careful! This is the only bit of farmland we've managed to save from the Halflings.
Spree Villager: But the crops won't be ready for months! We'll have starved by then!
Watchman: Halfling patrols are still out there! We've seen 'em going into this old workshop! Think they're keeping somethin' in there.
Well, if there is something to be found in that workshop, then go retrieve it! What is keeping you?
Castle Gatekeeper: Castle Spree is under siege! It's burning! The demons...they came...they came out of the air! The lady, she told us to run. So I ran and I didn't look back, even when the screaming started. I don't know if the others made it.
What? There was a castle attack and I was not notified? This will simply not do! I shall deal with this later... First things first! I must terminate this halfling menace and stop them from infesting what will soon be my land. This gate to the west of the village appears to hold something.
Gnarl: It's one of our smelters, and those devils have captured Red Minions to stoke it! Silly scorchers! They must be imprisoned in the tunnels under Spree! We need to put out the fire to move the smelter, but to do that, you must be able to summon Reds. You have to find the Red Minion Hive.
This must be what those halflings were carrying. It is too bad that the Browns could not wade through the fire and carry the smelter back to the tower, but it is pointless for them (not to mention most embarrassing for me) to die outside of combat.
Farmer 1: These roots! I've never seen anything like it!
Farmer 2: Darn Elves! Can't keep their forest under control!
Farmer 3: These roots are strangling our crops!
Farmer 1: The forest! It's gone crazy! That ain't natural, I'm telling you!
Farmer 2: I've tried cutting 'em, setting 'em on fire! Nothing helps!
Farmer 3: It's Elf magic! I've never trusted those pointy-eared layabouts!
Demons, red minions, a castle invasion, and now elves? So much for an overlord to sort out in one fortnight...why are you humans unable to solve your own problems? Then again, as disgusting as those Elves may be, they do have decent aesthetic sense. I like the way the roots run every which way around the garden. It reminds me of home...
Oh...sorry...almost got sentimental there. There is a glowing pot of some sort near the halfling village. There appears to be a goblin's head protruding from it...it is almost begging to be taken back to the tower with me.
Gnarl: Slow! This spell will slow down advancing enemies, giving you more time to make them very dead!
A new Domination spell to add to my arsenal! Slow deaths are always the most satisfying. Be warned, halfling scum, for your deaths are about to be very, very painful!
Gnarl: Looks like they're preparing a party down there! We should hurry up, Sire...don't want to miss it.
When I am Overlord, I alone will decide who and/or what will be allowed to initiate "party time". Stupid halflings and trolls will most certainly not be on that short list...especially not those loathsome, wasteful stone-chuckers that lead me directly to the front gates of their lair for it to be conquered! Haha...ha...hahaha!
