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Dragoness in the New World Overlord WaifuCatalog	By : Epiphany Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord, or Warhammer, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Emerging from the room I was greeted by the sight of a modest fantasy inn and tavern. There could be no mistaking it, even if there seemed to be only two rooms for rent- My room and one right next to it, with a large common room I had emerged into and a small door leading to the back where there was presumably a kitchen and store room. Two pairs of men at tables on the far side of the room were absorbed in their soup, beer, and conversation. The proprietor of the inn on the other hand, a tall middle aged man with a little bit of pudge in his belly and more then a little muscle on his frame, on the other hand was staring at me with wide eyes and a jaw that threatened to touch the floor as he took in the sight of me. After only a moments shock he approached me quickly, my nerves spiking as I wondered what he would think of a woman he had never seen before emerging from his room.

My worry was in vain, he approached with a deep and jerky bow, raising up to his full height towering at least 6 inches above me. That was certainly going to take some getting used to. "My Lady!" His voice was rushed, clearly nervous. "I.. missed your entrance, deepest apologies." A wave of my hand dismissed his apologies, more then a little uncomfortable with his fawning when I was the one clearly in the wrong. It was amazing the effect a quality set of clothing could have on a poor village. I put on what was intended to be a comforting smile as I reached into my pocket and dipped into my inter dimensional pocket space to draw out three silver coins. Overpaying seemed like the safest way to avoid any questions or trouble and judging by the ever widening eyes of the innkeeper 3 silver coins was more then enough to accomplish that goal. "I merely wished to see that your room would suffice for my needs. I'll need at least one more night, see to it that no one enters for any reason." His head was bobbing agreement almost immediately, he seemed relieved by the situation though it wasn't quite clear what he was afraid of. "Of course My Lady! Have no fear."

Taking the win I turned away from him to head outside. Questions would have to wait for someone else. Drawing too much attention to my ignorance about where I was, with someone who could easily have follow up questions later, would be careless. Better to find a random passerby in town. Exiting the inn I quickly corrected myself- Not town, village. The entire village was visible from where I was standing, perhaps 30 buildings most of which were small single family homes. The inn I'd just left was far and away the largest building to be found. The village was ringed by forest, the clearing ending a few dozen feet beyond the houses on the edge of the village save for a dirt road leading in from the North and South.

It was beautiful. Sure, the village itself was simple enough, but this was a New World! My new world full of promise and opportunity. The sun beat down on my face with a pleasing warmth. The scents were most amazing of all, my sharpened senses picking through the smells with a precision I'd not thought possible. Trees, flowers, horse, human, a river, and more- They weaved into a beautiful tapestry of life all around me. The sounds were equally intriguing, from the simple flap of the birds wings flying above me to the chewing insects in the nearby tree, the world was alive in a way I'd never been aware of before. I was more alive then ever before, more present in the moment. Having spent most of my life locked away in my head staring at a computer or phone screen, so often tuning out the world around me, it was an almost religious experience.

Watching the people going about their day was a minor wonder all its own. Not so much because my eyes were sharper then they had been, though they certainly were, but just because I noticed so much more then ever before. I understood a thousand signals that never would have occurred to me before. The farmer chatting with his wife a few hundred feet away had a shoulder injury, I could tell by the tension in his muscles. A farm hand had noticed me for an instant but was pretending not to see me, his body language speaking of tension. It was overwhelming, in the best way possible.

All of my plans forgotten I leaned lightly up against the side of the inn and just focused on the moment, on drinking in everything the New World had to offer me. The minutes ticked on in silence as I forced myself to stay out of my thoughts, to avoid planning or fretting about what to do next, and to just be. A number of times I was noticed, reactions varying from scurrying away quickly to staring with curiosity as they moved past, but none seemed ready to approach me close enough to speak. Eventually I closed my eyes, floating in a world of sound, scent, the feeling of the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.

After some time I inevitably turned inward. This body had not come with memories per se, but it had certainly come with skills and abilities I did not possess along with the knowledge of how to use them. One I quickly discovered was a language- not just the languages that Communication Talent had bought me, allowing me to speak with anyone, but something far more exciting.

The language of magic. They waited on the tip of my tongue, dozens of spells that were mine to call upon with a few simple words. Well, simple for me now, after Miao Ying had spent thousands of years mastering them. The pronunciation had to be perfect in form, timing, and intent. As simply and surely as I had controlled the muscles of my new body, or absorbed the information of my new senses, the words would follow. A language all my own, almost surely spoken by no one else in this entire world.

It seems I was mistaken when I'd assumed Miao Ying would get only the small handful of spells and lores offered in the Total Warhammer game- Which made since, even the elven arch-mage Teclis and similar giants of magic had only had a few spells in the game- simplification for game play purposes, rather then lore accuracy. This seemed more like what would be offered in the warhammer table top RPG, or the lore stories. A much more flexible plethora of spells, even if many of them were of smaller scale. A wonderful surprise, bringing my mood up even higher, the smile plastered on my lips growing all the brighter.

Hoofbeats. My daydreaming comes to an end as the sound of hoofbeats approaching at a gallop grew, dozens of them. Eyes snapping open I turn towards the north west to see the approach of a dozen armored knights in a full charge from the thin forest, about to enter the village proper. Another group of similar size approaches from the south west, and a final group from the east in a three pronged pincher attack. They must have snuck their way close and broke into a charge only to close the final distance, which allowed them to get so close, almost to the edge of the village. Armored in partial plate- Breastplate, boots, gauntlets, and helm with a thick blue and green padding protecting the rest of their body. The truth was clear to me in an instant. The coincidence was too great, this had to be Carne Village, the first village Ainz had visited to save and test his power on the new world. Masquerading as bandits these were minions of the Slane Theocracy on a mission of assassination.

The day was not going to play out as the soldiers planned it. Soon enough Ainz Ooal Gown, the hideously powerful necromancer recently incarnated into this world, was going to swoop in to the rescue eager to test his magics while building his reputation. Though he would arrive soon, it would be too late for many of the towns folks who were about to die. It was imperative I speak with Ainz soon, to start the building blocks of diplomacy that were necessary to forestall a war of conquest against E-Rantel. The problem was that if I displayed too much power, say taking my dragon form to run the knights off before anyone was killed, Ainz would likely never show up. Finding Nazarick would be doable, actually convincing the guards there to let me talk to their God-King more difficult, doing so without killing a few of them in self defense unlikely. That was hardly a good start to diplomacy, so I needed this to play out close to the way it did originally, but without loss of life.

These thoughts filtered through me in an instant, my body already in motion, closing the distance to the soldiers with a stride that ate up the distance several times faster then any of their horses could run. Power. My body sang with power. With every motion my muscles flexed with a tight control and raw athleticism. An energy was seething beneath my skin, begging to be released, to assume my true draconic form. Words spilling from my lips I felt the power of the Winds of Life magic gathering into a tight bundle of perfectly channeled mana before being released- Entangle.

A circle perhaps 40 yards across erupts with life, the grasses and other small vegetation blooming and swelling with startling speed as they reached up to grapple at the horses and armored men riding them. Capturing the entire north western group in the spell the results were mixed. Two horses went down immediately in a brutal crash, one knight thrown clear of his horse, the other not so lucky as he ended up beneath the beast. Eight were bound in place, their charge stopped dead as they struggled and hacked at the grasping plant life. Two had managed to carry on their charge through the mayhem, the strength and speed of their mounts carrying them out of the area of magic and forward into the village.

Dropping down into a crouch I felt the potential energy of my supernaturally powerful muscles building before releasing it in a powerful leap, propelling myself like a rocket directly towards the back of the lead knight who was nearing a farm hand fleeing for his life. In the split second I was airborn my mistake became clear to me. If I hit the knight with the force I had used to close so quickly, he would surely die.

While soaring through the air my palm pressed towards the ground and I channeled a tiny bit of the storm energy that came so easily from my draconic aspect, generating a small gust of wind to adjust trajectory to soar directly over the knight instead of smashing his fragile body with the impact. As I was passing above him my hands came down to dig painfully into his shoulders, the force of my momentum yanking him from his mount and carrying him through the sky with me as we careened forward on the new trajectory. At the speed we were moving even the landing was likely to kill the armored man. Instinctively I rolled us over in the air so my back was now facing towards the ground with him above me, I extended my arms to full extension keeping him as far above me as I could without losing hold. My back struck the ground with a resounding smack, scraping along the dirt and stone as my arms applied just enough resistance to allow the knight to decelerate for a few feet before roughly hitting the ground and tumbling with me. An abrupt stop over a few feet, as opposed to hitting directly, seemed to have made difference as he groaned in pain- but he was alive.

Sparing only an instant to marvel over the fact the impact hadn't even been painful before I was on my feet again and setting sight on the single soldier that had escaped me from this first squad. As I found him he was bringing his sword down on the back of a villager, ripping the man open in a brilliant splash of crimson. My body responds by instinct, in motion again, staying on the ground to retain control as my long strides eat the distance between us. Even as I close in I'm chanting in that foreign language that seems so familiar, gathering the mana with the shape of the words and the intention of my thought, and releasing it into the villager who lay dying- Regeneration. No time to stop and ensure that it works, my full attention on his attacker.

It proves preposterously easy to incapacitate the man. It feels like he is moving in slow motion as I come into pace beside his horse, his arm swinging down towards me to strike, offering himself on a silver platter as I casually step into the swing and close my fingers around his wrist. The fingers squeeze with increasing strength as I get a feel for what it will take to break his bones without pulverizing them entirely or amputating the limb and I'm quickly rewarded with a howl of pain as he drops his sword and shield to clutch his battered wrist.

My eyes are already in motion searching for the next group. Unfortunately it seems they have already split up throughout the small village providing no juicy targets for area of effect magic. It becomes a game of wack a mole. Repeatedly closing the distance quickly, breaking a hand, leg, arm, whatever presents itself to me and allows me to quickly take them out of the fight without bringing an end to their life. Regeneration. Regeneration. Regeneration. The reservoir of magic inside of me begins to dim as I make use of it to save any wounded villagers still clinging to life. With access to dozens of spells surely there are better options to prevent them from being struck in the first place, but it all happens so fast, my thoughts a panic as every second wasted is another death I could have prevented.

The second squad incapacitated I take stock of the third group, perhaps 100 yards away, which seems to have been devoted to rounding up the stragglers that were fleeing into the forest and they have had more success then their brethren. A significant portion of the town population, which is to say several dozen people, have been herded into a circle that was ringed by knights. The slaughter seemingly stopped for a moment I finally find time to take stock of the situation and realize I might have pushed things a little too far. What if Ainz had seen my fighting and decided that the village didn't need saving? From seeing the anime recently I remembered he had only watched for a few seconds before deciding to intervene, I could only hope that my initial outburst hadn't caused him to decide his presence was unneeded.

It didn't seem that anyone was in danger of dying in the next seconds, and though they had to have surely seen me fighting their brethren, it seems they had lost my position in all of the confusion and my quick motion. Taking advantage of the situation to find a hiding spot laying my belly in some light vegetation that was unfamiliar to me, they looked almost like tomato plants but with oblong orange fruits. The soldiers were animatedly talking among themselves, gesturing madly as they seemed to be trying to decide if they should keep rounding up the villagers as their orders required or form a search party to look for me. The stragglers I had wounded were slowly streaming in, at least the ones who could still walk, clutching broken bodies and glancing around wildly as if I would drop from the sky upon them at a moments notice.

Thirty seconds. A minute. My anxiety spiked as more and more time ticked by without the sign I was waiting and hoping for. If I'd run Ainz off then it was going to make everything more difficult and send things even further off of the story trajectory that would help me to predict events. Then I heard it, a bellowing inhuman scream from the forest, and some of the tension that had built up released.

The Death Knight emerges from the woods a few seconds later. A skeletal knight standing at 12 feet tall, grey armor, a shield taller then it is, and a long curved blade in it's right hand. A long black cloak completed the look making for a truly fearsome foe. Of course, the truth was even worse. It emerges from the woods at a dead charge towards the center of town where everyone was gathered but on the way it passed by several of the wounded knights I'd left behind who were no longer able to walk. A deep sigh escaped me as it cleaved them in two without slowing its pace one after another, my efforts to preserves their lives clearly in vain as the beast splits them with casual ease.

The healthy soldiers don't fare any better. As it closed in one of the soldiers broke to run, but that only served to make him the first target. The Death Knight dematerialized, his body disappearing into a small clump of shadows that raced forward at break neck speed only to rematerialize directly in front of the soldier, a lightning fast swing of his sword splitting him down the middle from head to crotch in a spray of blood and viscera. Several put up a brave fight, for all the good it did them. Their weapons deflected off as if they'd hit a brick wall and each died with casual ease. Those who fled fared little better, at best buying themselves a few more seconds of panicked existence. The Death Knight marched right past the clump of villagers to find the next soldier, clearly following it's masters commands to kill the men in armor. In seconds there were only five soldiers left, trembling and waiting for their end.

Then I heard it. His voice was deep and commanding, his words not seeming as melodramatic as when I'd heard them from a screen, but the words of a man of power speaking with authority. "Stop Death Knight, you've served me well." It froze in an instant, attaining true stillness as only the dead can. That's when I saw them, hovering in place 50 feet above the ground. Ainz Ooal Gown and Albedo. They had come!

Floating down to touch down on the ground they stride forward with confidence, Ainz's voice booming. "My name is Ainz Ooal Gown, it is a pleasure to meet all of you. Don't worry about my death knight, no harm will come to you now. Tell your super.. I mean owner of my kindness. However next time you commit such heinous acts in this area, I will bring death your entire kingdom. Leave. Make sure you speak my name to everyone!"

The soldiers do not need to hear any more as they scramble for their lives. Formation broken they flee in whichever direction takes them away from Ainz and the Death Knight fastest, scurrying away like rats. Shock and relief ripples through the villagers, anything from murmurs of thanks to sobs from those who realize they are going to survive. It is the village elder who speaks first. "Pardon me sir, why did you come here?"

"I could not stand by and watch innocent people be murdered. Call it a moral obligation. Be at east, this village is under my protection. You no longer need to be scarred." There is a pause as in he takes in the reaction of the villagers, who's reaction seems to be mixed. Some wondered if they had been saved from one set of conquerors to fall under the preview of another. "I don't do this kind of work for free though, I expect to be compensated for my efforts." His words seem to set them at ease. Adventurers demanding payment is something their well accustomed to, not something to be feared.

Look, I know he was just a gamer a few hours ago. Sure, he is acting and fumbling his way through internally. The knowledge should make him less cool, but somehow.. it doesn't. Then there is Albedo. Silent, completely enclosed in her armor, I technically haven't even laid eyes on her.. but wow. Albedo! Here. In the ever so beautiful Succubus flesh. Unwilling to miss this chance to talk to her, err, I mean to Ainz, I push myself up from my hiding spot and begin to approach the most powerful being in this world.

((Author's note: I am using the Warhammer RPG and Total Warhammer magic systems as ~inspiration~ for the magic Miao Ying will be using. I am not using either system verbatim.))
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