Overlord: The Craft of War

By Silverscale

Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord or anything else copyrighted or already made, I am just developing a story.

WARNING: This story contains mature and sexual material, not into it? THEN DON'T READ IT! I am not responsible if you choose to ignore this warning. Also, there's no Yaoi in this story, nor will I ever write it.

Conclusion of Minion Race & Class Pool!

As there were so many votes for them I decided to pick these out, I will be reposting the poll so be sure to vote again for the next minion races & classes.

Winner: Human (Werewolf), Thief, Wizard And Warrior!

BONUS!

The one who can guess this riddle right first, will unlock something new for the following chapter.

It's light is serene yet horrifying to the eyes of those who sees it,

the surrounding shroud of darkness reveals the coward of man as the beast emerges from its slumber,

there is no shield or armor that can keep the fear from gripping your soul,

its presence can force entire armies on their knees,

its light brings the echoing cries of the damned in the night,

of what do I speak?

PM or Review the answer, also, give me a suggestion for the fic if you got any, always open for new ideas.

Chapter Four: The Curse of the Moon

Ragnos had had many sexual adventures in his home village, but he had never had so many women at once, and with the Wild Elves' women's sexual endurance nearly matching the orc women he found himself very hungry for some breakfast. And even if he had a horny Fleura bouncing on his slap as he ate his meal he didn't let it stop him from regaining his energy, the new fields of the castle had born fruit within the morning and would do so for every day, the magic of the Fortress making the plants and their healthy offerings grow rapidly(1).

Fleura's naked body rode the hot prick of her new lord, his meaty and pulsing thickness filling her like she never had been filled before, a horny Reneqa pressing her orcish lips between the joined sexes of her and Ragnos, licking them both like a thirsty dog. She didn't speak, just moaning out in content pleasure as her sharp nails dug into his sides, his thick muscles not even letting her scratch his black skin. Two minions were feeding their master, enjoying to serve him, and the way his hands rubbed their naked buttocks was not so bad either.

"Sire I have managed to locate the energy signature of the Tower Heart! It is located just outside the valley in the Mystic Lands, to be more precise, they are located in the farmlands near the Village of Spree, there's also some other magical artifacts around, but once you have the Tower Heart I can transport it here and the Dark fortress will be able to be restored to its former glory and the Way Point Gates and Plates will be open for you."

Chewing on some apple pie Ragnos pondered a little on what to do before he swallowed and spoke up to Nethra, jerking his hips against the bouncing elven vixen on his lap, making her moan out in pleasure even louder, her mouth opening and biting down on his collar bone, though not able to pierce it. "This will be a good time to give my officers a chance to get used to battle and handling the fortress, I want you to have fifty Rangers, fifty Barbarians and thirty Beastmasters prepared, we will leave once I have come up with the duties for everybody."

"As you wish sire, I will tell you once they are ready to leave."

Once Nethra disappeared Ragnos turned his attention to the horny elf on his lap who had covered her large bosom with what looked like a food bikini, she shook her torso, making her large tits jiggle with their tasty decorations, and she purred out in a husky voice as she sat on his phallus. "Feeling hungry my Lord Ragnos?" The black skinned man responded by opening his mouth and warping it around the right food covered milk bag, sucking up the edible decorations from every inch of the large furry mound, taking extra care to suckle on the nipples and licking the cleavage, the minx's purr like moans making her breasts jiggle a little against his mouth. "Oooooooh Ragnos yes! Aaaah that's it! Eat it all up! Mmmmmm."

As he finished licking the last tit clean he suddenly stood up from his chair and pressed Fleura down on her back onto the table, the wild elf squealing in delight at his dominant ways. With his hands gripping her knees he spread her thighs apart and without further words, not that there was any to begin with, he began to pump her already filled channel with his thick girth, her large boobs jiggling and shaking all over as he ruthlessly pounded into her loins, her gasping screams echoing over the dinning hall, the minions feeding their master as he pounded his non-minion servant into the breakfast, quite literally, eagerly for their turn.

Meanwhile at the Courtyard

"So how long have you been in the service of Lord Ragnos?" The wild elf Beastmaster Nivera, a pretty green haired elf with her hair tied in twin tails, she had a shapely body of 5'8" height with large pair of Double Es on her torso, she was dressed in a similar armor as Sassy, the orc Beastmaster, except that she was wielding one axe and a longsword. The two beastmasters were currently teaching the Worgs they had gotten from the mountains, the worgs had followed Ragnos without him realizing it until they were found lying outside the gatehouse. They were being trained into the future mounts of the orcs, and although the wild elves could use the worgs did they not like them as the distrust of the worgs had been passed on to them by the Wild Elf Mothers.

"Over a week, he's been so good to us, although we are surprised just how kind he can be, specially to that wile Verna woman, who he let live when it was clear she has killed over a thousand children by her direct actions, she would have been gutted and left alive for the wolves to eat had she been in my tribe before it was destroyed." The busty beastmaster murmured out as she rubbed the head of one of the worgs who churred happily at the attention, rubbing its head against her scratching fingers to tell her were the good spots were.

"The master is amazing isn't she?" Murmured I'viena, a wild elf warrior, she was 6'7" tall, athletic built, much better then regular wild elves, her green hair kept in a ponytail that reached her hips, she had a large pair of F cups and a scar over her left eye. She was dressed in a reforged full plate armor with a two pointed lance strapped to her back. I'vie and another fellow wild elf was currently keeping watch over the minions who were preparing armors in the forge, but they were crudely made as only Ragnos' armors were worth a thing when it came to quality and he had already created several bronze armors for the minions and reforged what armors in the castle ,there were still some left though.

"Mmmm... I have never meet a male who can handle so many women, and for so long at that." Stated Sybila, a wild elf druid, she was dressed in plain brown robes with a thick wolf leather armor beneath it cupping her 5'4" tall and slim hour glass figure, which held her large EEE cups perfectly, a wooden staff with wolf fangs, worg fangs, snake fangs, bird feathers and rodent bones tied in different ropes around it, her light green hair kept down without being tied, it reached her elbows. The warrior and druid giggled together as they remembered the wild night of loving they had, had yesterday when their new lord welcomed them to the Dark Fortress.

Druids are magical spell casters of nature, they can heal wounds, summon the powers of the element to protect, create and destroy, they can speak to animals, gain an animal companion, transform into animals even summon spirits, but that will take a while as a druid has to gain experience to do so. And like the shamans a druid cannot cast nature magic before doing a ritual to commune with the elements.

"So when do you think we will be out in the field? Lord Ragnos seems to be eager to get out into the Mystic Lands for some reason." Lenia'va asked her older sister Roselia, Leania is a half-elf who is a bit shorter then her pure elf sister, 5'2", built with a flexible body made for speed, her DDD cups confined by a tight leather armor, a pair of bronze scimitars holstered on her back in an X, she was a Swordsman, or rather Swordswoman, someone who used only bladed weapons, and no shields. Lenia'va had not taken part of the fusion or the sexual party as she was still not legal by elf standard, only one hundred and nineteen, she would have to wait for two more months before she could have sex.

Swordsmen can be as swift and elegant as the wind, with a steel flashing like an elegant flame in the said wind, cutting every weak point, rendering the opponent immobile, or they can be as strong as the mountain and as brutish as the thunder, their steel roaring as they strike like a lightning bolt, splitting flesh, bones and metal alike without mercy. Swordsmen are part of a special group of warriors known as Weapon Masters, those who focus on wielding one type of weapon alone, and no other, they can even channel magic into their weapons for brutal ,deadly, elegant, lethal, savaging and rendering attacks, when it comes to their chosen weapons, they have no equals. But their weakness is long range as they have only up to mid range attacks.

"Really soon I will wager, this Tower Heart he's looking for must be very important, apparently it is some kind of powerful crystal that lets him teleport across the lands." Roselia muttered out as she pulled on a rope, raising a basket of food to the newly made room for the elf children, the stairs had been found to be in a very bad condition so the food had to be raised up by rope and basket, plus the children were well safe in the room and had plenty of toys to play with, Sassy and Nivera had tamed some wild bunnies, cats and wolves for the children to have as pets and guardians. The older sister was very tall for a wild elf 7' to be exact, her bosom swelling out into an impressive F cup, she was dressed in chain mail armor with a tunic underneath it, her legs covered by brown leather pants hugging them perfectly, leather boots, metal shoulder pads, a pair of iron bracer on her arms and a large crossbow on her spine, along with a simple gun in her belt.

Roselia was a Marksman, a Ranger who has given up the ability to tame animals, and has focused completely on direct combat-tactics and skills, excels at tracking humanoids, far better at close combat then hunters/rangers or beastmasters. They can make and deploy traps of a magical nature, can add poisons to weapons and enchant ammunition to impart greater magical effects then the rangers. They have special abilities that includes a rapid reload rate that lets them rapidly reload within seconds, and they have the ability to hit multiply targets with a single shoot. And can inspire other ranged units to have better accuracy. Because of the better physical strength can Marksmen wear wear chain mail armor.

Ragnos had designed them himself and made them from the old dwarven invention books his mother had let him read, he called the gun a pistol, it was simple to reload, you just put a metal or stone pellet into the opening and pulled the trigger, a rune of ignition that was carved into the hammer would fire out the small thing with a minor explosion inside the tube. It was a prototype but it was working very well. As the new women spoke with each other and the other women of the Overlord the voice of Nethra echoed through the castle and the courtyard.

"Alright listen up ladies and minions, it is time to start our invasion of the Mystic Lands, I want fifty barbarians, beastmasters and rangers to gather in the courtyard, rangers are to be wild elves, barbarians orcs, half the beastmasters are orcs and the other half wild elves. Suit up with the weapons and armors we have looted, forged and what the master have forged. Orc Officers Sassy, Sassa, Reneqa, and Wild Elf Officers Fleura, I'viena and Roselia, are to report to the courtyard after finishing preparation, Lord Scorchmaul have prepared some new gear in the forge for you all, among it a new ranged weapon for Reneqa. The rest of the officers are to report to the Gatehouse."

The ladies grew excited at the new orders and began to gather up for the expedition into the Mystic Lands, they all moved to the forge where they found several small gears for them to wear and wield Bronze Bracer, Bronze Plated Leather Boots, Bronze Daggers, Bronze Throwing Knives and other trivial items, but the weapon he had made for Reneqa was something else. It was a large cannon like bronze tube fastened to a wooden handle, a crudely made scope attached to it, a trigger, it had four large bags filled with heavy iron balls to go with it, it was a hand cannon, a miniature dwarven cannon made to be wielded by hand, and Reneqa instantly fell in love with it as she could smell the carnage she could make with the weapon.

Soon enough were all the orcs and wild elf minions prepared for battle, their bodies dressed in different variations of leather armor and chain to plate armor made from bronze, then Ragnos came out of the gates of the Fortress, Fleura dressed in her own armor, a rifle on her back, a similar weapon like the hand cannon except its tube was much smaller and over in all it was far lighter then the hand cannon and had better range, though less destructive force. Standing in front of his officers Ragnos spoke up, his intimidating helmet on and the recently installed magical gemstone in his gauntlet was glowing with arcane power. "Alright listen up, I and all of you shall leave for the outside of this valley to start the conquest of the rest of the Mystic Lands, to start this off we are to retain the power source of the Dark Fortress, the Tower Heart, it is essential that we retain it, its the power source of the defenses of the Dark Fortress and the Valley, we cannot let it drift from our grasp, thus retaining the Tower heart is our main objective, the rest is considered to be secondary."

He then walked over to the officers standing by the gate and spoke out to them their missions while he and the others were away. "While I and the others go to the outside realm you are to start cutting down the forest that has grown over the old city, I know it has already started but we need more trees to be down faster, thus I have made saws, woodcutter axes and larger wagons. I also want you to search the valley and the mountains for any possible hidden items, artifacts or treasures that might have been forgotten. And the last thing I want you to do is upgrading the forge, it is getting a bit cramped, the anvil needs to be replaced but that can wait, but the furnace need to be reinforced so that it can handle more heat so that we can forge other types of metal then soft metals like gold, copper, tin and the likes. If you do a good job, I will be sure to reward you, personally." With a wink with his glowing red eyes Ragnos turned towards the others and accepted the reigns to a worg for him to ride. "We have everything ready so let's not waste time, we leave for the Mystic Lands!"

"Hoooooo!" The collective shouts of the minions echoed over the courtyard, the barbarians got onto their mounts, as did the rangers, while the beastmasters went on foot and wagons, the officers riding on worgs and wagons as well at the front of the forces as they rode out of the gates in a march towards the passage leading out of the valley, crossing over the drawbridge before venturing past the tall mountain walls that enclosed the road into the passage.

After around four hours of traveling were the open fields of the realm outside the valley slowly starting to appear as the mountain walls separated and grew into the open peaceful farmlands of Spree, from which the Lord of Spree ruled from Castle Spee which laid on a tall hill next to the Village of Spree. Yeah they were not very imaginative when it came to names, but it wasn't going to be hard to remember them at least.

As the Overlord and his forces rode out into the open plains Ragnos spotted that the farmlands were overgrown, the wheat now harvested, the cattle had grown into countless numbers and there were several farms that were abandoned or burned to the ground. Getting off his worg mount the Overlord walked over to the farm's house and spotted several signs that indicated that it had not been abandoned freely, there had been a fight here, chairs were broken, dried black blood spotted the floor and walls and there were signs of drag marks on the wooden floor that lead to a spot where they disappeared, possibly a wagon of some kind.

"What is going on... I thought that the Paladin King Alcatraz was someone who sent out armies of soldiers to wipe out any sight of evil in his realm... and yet there's clear signs of pillaging, possible killings and kidnappings..." His answer came when Fleura spoke up from her own Worg Mount.

"From what we heard before we were driven away from our forest home has the King been seriously ill for some years now, his second in command, William Black, a fanatical follower of Pelor the God of Light and Justice, he's also the head of the Paladin Order. He is no ruler and yet has taken command while he recovers, even though it should have been his daughter who should have done it, being the future regent and all. I am not sure why the farmlands are attacked like this but not even William Black would be delusional enough to attack his own people. From what I can tell were those who attacked and took these people heavily armed, I'd say full plate, but that makes it just stranger as only the paladins are know to wear this type of armor, and even then only a handful has it, it's as if bandits have gotten into the royal armories."

The Overlord looked around before he walked back to his worg and mounted the canine beast before he spoke up. "Mark this place down, we will have it stripped down, everything claimed, the fields and the cattle as well, there's no need to let it go to waste here. For now we should keep moving, Nethra, anything new about the Tower Heart?"

"There's a faint trace of it Sire, I believe it is contained somehow, perhaps inside a chest or something that grew over it, better not be something that has swallowed it, something that can swallow a crystal the size of a human is not something you want to meet, anywhere."

"Agreed, keep me informed Nethra, let's move, we shall see if there's anyone left at all in these farms, there should be some survivors." The Overlord the pulled the reigns and the large black worgs carrying and dragging their masters over the old stone paved main roads panted out as they rode in the strong sun. The troops soon reached a large collective of abandoned farms located near the edge of an old forest, in which there was a strange scent coming from, though Ragnos was not sure what he was smelling ,it smelt a bit like wet grass, fresh moss and fresh wild flowers...

"That's the scent of nature magic sire, the magic of the druids and the shamans, it is only smelled when protection wards of druids are in effect. As we have no way of knowing what kind of wards are blocking the forest, as we are without any tomes of nature magic in the library, I suggest you keep from poking anything in it, nature magic is known for being wild and unpredictable."

"Search through the farms! If the forest is being blocked from us then it means that there's someone around here, even if they keep to the forest they need to get things from the farms and the fields, the forest is not so big so it doesn't have enough resources for large groups." He turned towards his officers and decided to give them a test. "Fleura, Reneqa and Athena, you are to search the farms, take twenty rangers, five beastmasters and ten barbarians with you, if you cannot find anyone then return to me with the news of what else you found, and then you shall prepare a way to capture someone from within the forest. Until then we shall settle camp in the big old Inn on top of that hill."

And so the Overlord left with the rest of the minions, leaving his three officers to their test, it would be interesting to see how they tried to do things. Ragnos took his time to get up on top of one of the large hills, using a binocular he had made from copper and some window glass, keeping an eye out along the road, and frowned a bit as he saw it covered by spiky wines, it would be impossible to get past unless they found the source of the druidic magic. "Something isn't right, there's a tension in the air..." he saw the sun start to settle and felt a bit uneasy, he was sure that they had only left six hours ago it was too early for the sun to settle.

"Sire, I have found out something, there is some kind of druidic spell affecting the area, this one is excluded from the protection wards, it is not afflicting the area itself but it is strong enough to affect it as a side effect. I cannot be specific what kind of spell it is but I think it is a curse of some kind."

"A curse cast by nature magic... I don't like this one bit..." The Overlord muttered as he turned the binocular towards Reneqa and the others and watched their progress.

Meanwhile with Fleura, Reneqa and Athena

Reneqa was not as skilled in tracking as Fleura and Athena but she had excellent knowledge of nature and the movement patterns of humanoids, while Rangers focused more on animals. The trio with their thirty five soldiers had spread out into groups of ten, leaving two barbarians, two rangers and one beastmaster as look outs for possible approaching dangers.

They reached one of the abandoned farms and Reneqa instantly saw something, tracks in the muddy soil near the fence surrounding a large crop of sheep and rams. "Someone was here... human... six hours ago by lunch time... killed four sheep and one ram... carried them alone to the forest..." She then lifted up something that looked like brown fur. "I am not sure what animal has fur like this... it seems like a wolf's... but it's far too clean and tame to be a wolf's fur. And these tracks leaving the fences are not human."

As the orc Barbarian Officer investigated her findings near the fences went Fleura over to the farm house and noticed something alarming. "There's claw marks around the doorknob... not like something was trying to tear down the door... more like it was trying to grasp the handle with way to large fingers way too large nails... it's not a human nor is it a wolf... It's a day old at the least..." The women took notes of the different tracks and findings at their respective places and were about to return to the meeting point when Athena's voice shouted from the barn.

"Come quick!" Orc Barbarian and Wild Elf Ranger went fast towards the barn, the minions following to verify the safety of their officer, once they reached the barn they saw something shocking.

"This is it! This is where we will get some answers!" Athena stated with a wide smirk as she and the other two looked into the barn and huddled together ,whispering ideas to each other before they had the minions get to work. As they finished their little surprise they went back to Ragnos and the others to report.

Back with Ragnos

"Chief/Lord Ragnos!" The three women shouted out as they rode up the hill and with wide smiles spoke out their findings to him as all of the Overlord's forces began to gather to listen. As the ladies stated their discoveries Ragnos' lips grew into a feral smirk and he spoke when they finished. "Excellent work girls, you will be rewarded when we return to the Fortress, but for now, let's wait for our little quest to arrive."

The group didn't have to wait for even an hour when a dark shape sneaked out from the forest and into the barn, that's when a loud twang was heard and the dark shape was suddenly flung out of the barn, an iron net warped around it. Loud curses and barks were heard from the figure and as the forces of the Overlord marched out from their covers of the buildings, the bushes, the rocks and the trees the figure froze as it saw the creatures surrounding it. Yellow eyes snapping up in fight as it tried to shape of the net even harder.

Ragnos got off his Worg and strode over to the shape and grasped the neck skin of it and with a simple tug lifted it up into the air, holding out the shape into the moonlight, revealing a child sized werewolf, covered in pitch black fur. "The Curse of the Moon? That certainly explains a lot... are you mad or do you retain your sanity? Given the amount of Elf Gone Wild magazines we found in the barn I'd say you are pretty sane a werewolf if you can read." Although he didn't mention the fact that the girls had taken the porn magazines to read later to add spicing to their rutting with him.

The small pup like werewolf snarled out in the voice of a young boy mixed with the voice of a barking puppy. "Swiftrunner not scared of tin can! Swiftrunner strong minion! Swiftrunner no surrender!"

"Minion?" The Overlord could state that he was.. surprised to say the least, that this werewolf called himself a minion. "As in a Minion of the Overlord?" The werewolf froze a bit and then gripped its head in the net and cursed to itself.

"Oh nonono! Swiftrunner speak too much! Alpha Marcelia be mad! Oh yes she be so mad at Swiftrunner! Nononono!" The werewolf then yelped as he was dropped to the ground and blinked a bit in discomfort as the net was removed fro mhis body and the armored shape of Ragnos held out the gem equiped glow and he let a slight trail of his magic glow out of it, makign blue lightning crack along the metal fingers.

"I am Lord Ragnos Scorchmaul, I am the new ruler of the Dark Fortress, I am the Overlord, if my words be untrue, let me be struck down by the magic in my command, so mote it be!" A pentagram of dark blue magic exploded from the hand, with the symbol of the Scorchmaul Clan, the new Overlord Clan which Ragno had created when he took the mantle as the next Overlord.

The Werewolf was so stunned that his yellow eyes looked like a pair of glowing balloons the way they popped out of their sockets as he stared at the armored giant in front of him, so when the Overlord spoke to him in commanding words, "Take me to your kin.", he just nodded obediently before taking off towards the forest, the spiky vines moving aside and the magical barriers opening, letting the Overlord and his minions into the forest, their worg mounts growling in excitement as the full moon was rising, their canine instincts flowing with eagerness into the darkness of the forest.

One Hour Later

They reached the inside of the forest, it lead through what looked like warped tree houses, their shapes twisted and turned in spiral like shapes, dimly lit windows lining up their spiral shapes. Ahead of them stood a large empty glade with an altar covered by a blue tent of glowing energy. "Swiftrunner call others to meet the Master, yes, yes!" The small werewolf ran ahead and reared his head back and howled out into the night, lights grew stronger in the tree houses and several roots of each tree warped themselves open into a passage and out of them came a large amount of werewolves, some dressed in rags and some dressed in dirty and torn strap, soon a group of seventy werewolves surrounded the Overlord and his men, even though thee wolf men were outnumbers two to one were they not backing off.

Then a pure black werewolf woman dressed in what looked like straps that had once been a tunic, barely covering her 8'2" tall curvy athletic body, the straps now hiding her large F cups, a hint of her large dark purple nipples poking against the openings of the shredded fabric. Her amber eyes glared at the smaller werewolf, her braided dark red hair flowing in the wind ,showing off the long braid the reached her hips. "Swiftrunner! Why have you brought these strangers here! Do you know what foolish-"

"Calm yourself Alpha Marcelia, while Swiftrunner is just a pup does he knows not to invite strangers if they are a danger to us." A beautifully pure white werewolf stepped forward, her curvy body built with a more swimmer like built, slim but strong, she wore badly thorn brown robes, the skirt ending at her hips, showing off her full buttocks and not hiding her human like folds at all. Parts of her large G sized cups revealed by the gashes in the robe, parts of her light gray nipples showing from some of the cuts. Her kind amber green eyes looked at Swiftrunner before she turned towards the Overlord, her pure white mane of hair ,fitting to her own white fur, let down so it reached her shoulders. "I am Snow White of the werewolves but what I want to know is who are you strangers and what is your business with us of the cursed kindred?"

Ragnos raised his right fist and clenched it, and sparks of blue lightning flashed across the gauntlet and the werewolves stared in fascination as they felt the magic flow over their bodies, making them tingle. He then released the magic and spoke up in his commanding voice. "I am Lord Ragnos Scorchmaul, I am the new Overlord of these lands."

The werewolves reacted instantly and went down on all four and howled out in what seemed to be joy, Snow White and Marcelia were among them, their curved bodies pressing against their meager clothings as they arched their spines and howled. As they did this the voice of Nethra filled Ragnos' helmet.

"Sire I am getting a better signal to look around you now, and I am already sensing some magical objects in the surroundings, there's one beneath the blue energy field and there's three more located among the roots of the trees here. The Tower Heart is located just a bit past the Gnarled Forest, it is located inside some kind of large structure, a fort I think."

Mentally giving his affirmative the Overlord watched the werewolves calm down from their excitement and a widely smiling Snow White spoke to him. "We're truly honored to finally meet our Lord and Master, but I presume you want to hear our story?" When he nodded the werewolves gathered around the energy cloth as Snow White went over to the clothe and spoke to their Master.

"We were once normal people, working in farms, doing our business in the villages, acting as the ears and eyes of the King, the Lords and Justice. I, myself, was once a priestess in the Order of Light in the capital of Heaven's Peak beneath the personal command of King Urban the First, the father of our current king. But our joyful lives ended nearly eighty years ago when some of the villagers of spree went to the forest of Evernight and began to cut down trees of the outskirts to expand their own borders so they could expand more room for their growing population."

The white werewolf woman then grew a sad look in her eyes and she looked down in a bit of despair. "But the elves didn't find it agreeable for the humans to cut down their forests to expand their borders. Many of the elves called for the heads of the humans who had damaged their beloved trees, but merciful Queen of the Wood Elves gave them a warning and sent them back, they moved here to expand instead. But there were those among the elves who didn't think of mercy as a virtue for the peoples' crime against their trees. They went behind their queens' back and cursed the families of those who had hurt their trees, all of the Village of Spree was turned into a maddened nest of werewolves spreading their curse like a bonfire, I was one of those to be bitten. Then the Paladins and Clerics of the Order of Light came, their holy magic and swords hunting us like mad dogs, we fled to the south into these woods, our farms abandoned and our minds ravaged by the curse."

She then moved over to the energy field and dispelled it with a snap of her fingers, revealing a stone pillar with a werewolf headed figure with clawed hands. "We tried to find a way to cure ourselves of the curse, but instead we found only one way to even lessen the burden, this magical stone pillar we found here in the woods. Its magic calmed us and those of us who knew the arts of the magics bonded ourselves to it. But we found out that five of us couldn't be bonded, the magic making us the alphas of our kindred. The bond taught us about our master, the Overlord, we thought that with the Overlord dead we would remain here for eternity, but now you are here master, and we can join you at your side, as you loyal warriors and servants."

Ragnos just held out his hand and spoke up, his hand open and offered to Snow White. "I accept your service to me, I shall remove the suffering you have experienced and grant you the human sensations and privileges you lost when you were cursed, you are my Minions and I welcome you to my Dark Army." The white pawed hand of the white werewolf gripped his and she shook it, the werewolves howling out in cheers once more, the forest echoing with their cries, and Ragnos began to let them get something to do immediately, he had them gather all magical items, artifacts, books and the likes, along with everything non-magical and so on and put it onto his wagons.

The stone pillar and three class artifacts, one with the motif of a sword and shield, one with a hand grasping a pouch and the last one had the image of an open tome with runic writings. All these were placed on one of the wagons. Then the werewolves lead their new Lord and their fellow minions past the defenses of the forest and into the heart of Spree's farmlands.

They came upon an open field filled with cattle, crops and trees, a large hill in the center, a large river running behind it and a small wooden fort fortifying the top of the hill, a drawn bridge connected to the back of the fort, used to cross the river.

"The Tower Heart is inside that fort Sire. I can also sense some other artifacts in there."

"Hmmm... that's good and all but we cannot get past those walls, we do not have siege equipment and we do not have magic users in enough numbers." The Overlord muttered as he watched the large wooden gates, seeing several armed figures walking along the walls, they looked rather short for guards though, and they were dressed in full plate armors, also weird for guarding a plain ole wooden fort.

"No need to worry sire, the Tower Heart's ambient magic will let me connect a Way Point Gate to your location, I will have the minions bring out wood to make a battering ram and maybe a catapult, it will take an hour to make them though as we do not have proper mechanics. So I advice you to gather as much information as you can about the fort and its surroundings for the siege."

"I will have the werewolves bring the artifacts to the Dark Fortress while I keep watch, be sure to send me a fifty of each kind, Orcs for the most physical classes and elves for the less physical classes. The werewolves are to remain in the Fortress, I cannot risk losing any of their numbers, they are far too limited to be used in combat."

"Of course sire."

With that said the Overlord watched as a once seemingly plain stone spread itself out into a twelve feet wide rune covered stone circle, lined with thick metallic claw like rune stones. The werewolves looked a bit put off at being sent away from the coming battle, but understood their Master's reasonings, even if they didn't like them all that much. When everything was done Ragnos had his troops spread out so that the guards on the fort wouldn't spot them and began to scouting of the surroundings, his officers and minions doing the same.

With Beastmaster Officer Sassy and Overlord Ragnos Scorchmaul

"Look master there's tracks of a troll here!" Sassy whispered with glee as she tracked the deep footsteps across the grass around the edges of the nearby forest, she had never tamed anything bigger then a worg before, and she had no animal companion yet, so this ogre could prove to be her biggest challenge.

The Overlord poked a large pile of loose feces that looked like a badly made soufflé. "By the looks of those droppings it is a Bog Troll, unhygienic beast but it is tough and regenerates wounds very well, the only thing that can really hurt a Bog Troll is acid and fire, and fire only works as long as it isn't put out by the moss and filth covering its hide. And I bet those things got little of either fire or acid."

After about ten minutes the Overlord and Sassy along with the fifty beastmasters found the great fat brute eating the carcass of a dead cow by the riverside. It was easily nine feet tall and way fatter then any normal bog troll, almost just as wide as it was tall. Its dark green and bluish, plus warty, hide was covered with brown filth, patches of moss and even live flowers. Its repulsing head was hunched over and its fat fingers had five inch claws, its long crooked and wart covered nose buried into its meal and its pointy jawline and sharp teeth glistered with bone, flesh and fur.

"I will handle this Sire, I may not have tamed a troll before but I have read how to do this. Alright boys! Let's whip that lardass!" The minions followed their officer while Ragnos kept close by in case anything went wrong, he didn't need to as when Sassy reached the unknowing troll she drew her two whips and suddenly had both warped around the surprised brute's feet and since it was already hunched over to eat it toppled over with little trouble. It roared in rage as the Beastmaster minions held down its limbs and Sassy worked her whip like magic and her mad cackles along with the cracks of her whips lashing into the now squealing Troll's fat hide as she stood on its gigantic ass was very amusing, plus the way her large bosom jiggled as she tamed the beast was most erotic.

It wouldn't be long before the Bog Troll would be covering before its new mistress like a dog.

With Barbarian, Ranger & Marksman Officers Reneqa, Fleura and Roselia

Meanwhile was Reneqa and the two ranged unit officers making their ways to scout the surroundings of the fort, and they had found several good things through their small trips. The three had gathered with their ranger troops behind a hill, leaning against the grass and trading information, Fleura was the first. "There's several poisonous plants growing alongside the fort's walls, once put on fire they will release a poison that will paralyze anyone who breathes it, there's enough plants to put all the wall guards down in one go, but it won't last for more then ten minutes as the plants are pretty dry from the lack of water because of the fort keeping the water from reaching their roots."

Reneqa's discovery was next and it was just as useful, if not more. "I discovered a large dead oak growing behind the fort, if toppled over in the right angle we can use it as a makeshift step ladder to breach the fort's walls from behind."

"I found a large hive of Tree Ants near the edge of the forest, they can eat through flesh and wood within seconds, even if they die without the hive within minutes can they still be used to at least make a hole in the wall and take out some of the soldiers." With Roselia's report the trio concluded that they had discovered all there was to find about the surroundings around the forth they began to return to the Way Point Gate located by the Y splitting of the road where Ragnos had told them to relocate after they finished.

With Warrior Officers Sassa & I'viena

"That gate looks pretty old and brittle, I bet on good boulder or ram hit would shatter it like glass." Sassa commented as she looked at the fort from the hidden position behind a big bush, she had, had the barbarians move about, finding anything they could about the fort's sides and rear while she and I'viena examined it together from the front.

"Yeah... and those guards... they are a collective of halflings and dwarves, which is good news for us as either of those races are heavy drinkers and eaters. I can tell they aren't all that well disciplined." I'viena commented with a smirk as she saw two short soldiers drink and eat together by the eastern watchtower of the front of the fort.

They then saw the minions sneaking back, one of the barbarians moved over to them and whispered to the two officers. "We have found spots of rotten wood and badly tied logs in the walls, shall we inform the Master?" With affirming nods the two officers and their soldiers returned to the meeting spot, and as they did the two drinking guards felt a chill run down their spines for some reason.

"Ey' Joff, ye feel dat? 'hic'"

"Me sure did Rubby 'burp' wonder whut it be..."

"Ey' think we're no warm enough, US BE NEEDING MORE BOOZE!"

"YAY!"

Back at the Way Point Gate

Ragnos smirked at his officer's information, he had returned to leave Sassy to handle the training of the new war beast, she would be ready for the siege. "You have all done well, Nethra, have the minions bring paper and coal, we shall mark up the spots for us to breach into the fort, those weak points will make things smoother."

"I will have them sent over along with the new minions, along with the catapult and the battering ram, they were finished early as some of the minions found some old plans and designs for siege weapons in the library to make the building go smoother. They are a bit rough and hastily put together but they will be efficient enough to get the work done."

Nodding at the response the Overlord looked towards the fort, while it was a small fort it was still around the same size as a small village, which meant there was a chance for there to be a lot more soldier then they had seen. And with the moon slowly going down it was clear they had little time left to take out the fort before sunrise, it would be easier to attack during the night when those drunks and bloaters are heavy on meat and alcohol and getting their hangovers then fresh, although still hungover, soldiers. "Sounds good, we better get things ready then, Sassy found a Bog Troll by the river and is currently training it into a War Beast, we will be ready to start the siege within the hour. We need to keep the battering ram and the catapult hidden so we do not reveal ourselves too soon to the soldiers in the fort. Let's prepare some attack plans while we prepare."

Soon enough there was a flash from the Way Point Gate and a group of fifty orcs dressed in crude bronze scale armor, wielding wooden tower shields and heavy warhammers, wooden handle and bronze forged hammer heads, marched out, but no more minions came. Ragnos was a bit surprised at this as he thought he'd at least get one hundred more soldiers. "Why are there only fifty of one kind Nethra?"

"The classes you found were the classes of Warrior, Thief and Wizard, the warriors are soldier troops used in wars, they are more refined and disciplined then the Barbarians and gain more skills while in formations and can use any kind of armor and weapon, the heavier the better. We could only get warriors as the only minion race capable of using the mare the Werewolves at the moment and they are too few to be used. A minion race can learn different classes then those they are most fitted to, but for that to be possible the magic of the class artifacts must be allowed to flow through the Dark Fortress for a week before other races then those aligned for them can learn it. And also Wizards need to learn magic, they do not gain automatic skills and powers like normal minions, they are powerful magic users who can learn all manners of magic from writings in scrolls, tomes and the likes, but in turn they are near worthless in close combat. And the thieves, while the wild elves would make proper thieves so are they not well fitted for it, Wild Elves do not orginate from cities, they live in the forests, thus a wild elf wouldn't know how to properly steal something, open locks and such things. Thus I was only able to grant you Orc Warrior Minions, I hope you aren't displeased."

"No I understand, it would have made things easier for us if there were wizards with us, but I guess we will make do. Have the siege weapons hidden, we prepare ourselves." The magic using warlord then walked over to his officers who had received the papers and coal to be used as pencils and they began to make up plans for the fort, the weak points, the old tree, the gate's rotting, the poisonous plans. And Ragnos marked for how they were to move and soon enough they were ready and it was right on time as Sassy came, riding on the shoulder of her newly tamed Bog Troll, who had been outfitted with several bronze chain mails that had been linked together into one big chain mail armor for the troll. With a wicked smile on his lips Ragnos pointed towards the fort, his minions ready and spoke up the words that would start the first, of many, battles he and his minions would fight in, for a long time.

"It's time."

TBC

A/N: ...Hahahaha! I am not that cruel! Here's the Siege battle.

It was a silent early morning, the sun had yet to rise, the moon was still shining through the peaks of the trees and the mountains. The small wooden fort laid silently like a slumbering giant in the shadow of the forest next to the lake. Two sleeping guards with beer flagons in their hands were leaning against each other in the watchtower when suddenly a loud battle horn was sounded and a loud roar was heard, making every sleepy and drunk soldier jump up surprise, the earth rumbled and as the look outs turned their eyes towards open grasslands and hills in front of the fort their eyes widened in horror as they saw an army of orcs and what looked like elven beastmen, riding on worgs, pulling a battering ram towards their gates and loading a simple catapult on the hill next to the splitting of the road with a big yellow boulder.

"FOR THE OVERLORD!"

The two guards stammered out before screaming to their fellow troops, rushing towards the isngal bell in their watch tower and yanked on it hard, screaming out together. "S-Sound-SOUND THE ALARM WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!"

Halflings and Dwarves gathered up on the walls, armed with crossbows and slings, a dwarf dressed in full plate armor and with an eagle head shaped helmet stood tall next to the archers, he raised a large two handed battle axe towards the marching invaders and shouted out. "Ye shall not claim the Hillridge Fort ye dark born scum! Not fer as long as Ey! Sergeant Grogg Steelsplitter! Breathe! Fire!" With the last word he signaled to the archers who let out a volley of stones and bolts.

"Shields!" Came a shout from among the troops and suddenly a wall of warriors marched in front of the worg riders and raised large wooden shields that blocked every projectile. Then there was a loud twang and the catapult fired its first projectile, the Sergeant could only stare in horror as the projectile struck the archers but he turned even more surprised when the projectile shattered, releasing yellow slime and red fist sized ants all over them, then he realized what those things were. "Tree Ants! Get them off before they eat ye alive lads!"

But fifteen of his forty archers were killed before the men could remove the mad ants, who died soon after the death of their queen who died when the hive was shattered, a Tree Ant Queen is connected through the entire hive with nerves and veins that grows with the hive, any damage done to it is felt y the queen, to destroy it would kill the queen, driving the ants made before they die from the loose of their queen's hive mind. "Curse ye scumbags!" The dwarf warrior shouted out before he had his men fire again, this time aiming for the battering ram approaching their gates, but even the fire crossbows and oiled sling bullets, put on fire, couldn't put the roof the ram alight quick enough as the ram reached the gate and the orcs inside it pulled back the ram before slamming it into the old oak gate.

"Soldiers to the gates! Do not let those wretches bastards in! Ye hear me!" It was chaos, the Sergeant had his men moving but they were slow and sluggish from their heavy drinking and eating, all was so wrong. He had been a great warrior and nobleman of his people, sent here to guard the main border of their new lands and had stood valiantly for five years, but now he was besieged and the enemies were bashing against his gates! Oh how he wished for it all to just be a bad dream caused by a bad barrel of mead, if it is, then he would have the one to give him that mead flayed and the one who brewed it executed!

"Sergeant! We can't hold the gate s much longer! They are breaking through!" One of the halflings shouted outed as he and his fellow soldiers pushed with their bare hands against the old gates. Oh how he wished he had taken the time to order a new gate, one with iron plating, well not much to do about it now.

"Spears men! Bring forth your spears and skewer any rider, elf and orc scum who dares to try and take us down!" Weapons were given and the soldiers gathered into a phalanx In front of the gate, but then suddenly a loud twang was heard and a boulder sailed over the gate and struck the center of the fort, rolling over to the armory, blockading the door as it crushed four soldiers in its path.

Crack! Crack! Twack! Crash! Crack! Crunch! Crash! Crunch!

A collective of wood breaking noises were heard as arrows flew, striking the rotten patches of the walls, barring holes into them. Then a loud fwoosh was heard and a scent of fire could be smelt, then suddenly thick green smoke began to flow out of the holes and the Sergeant's eyes widened as the men on top of the walls coughed and fell over, paralyzed from the smog, some of his men inside were also starting to fall over. "Clog up those holes! Don't breathe in the smoke!"

BRACK!

"HAAAAAAAA!"

Then the gates broke and a formation of armored orc warriors rushed into th fort, their war hammers raised to be swung, the wooden wall that was made up from their shields protected them from the spears and the first hammer struck, crushing the skull of the halfling beneath the iron pot helmet.

"Do not waver! Shatter those shields!" The Sergeant shouted out as he held his battleaxe ready, the edges of the massive weapon glowing with runes that brought forth an aura of brown fire around its edges, this was the magical battleaxe known as Earth's Bounty, the family weapon of the Steelsplitter family, a weapon enchanted with the power of fire and earth, so powerful that it is said that it does not just burn, cut and splitter. It is said has the power to use the magic of the earth to petrify the flesh of the living and create gold out of nonliving, and even living, things, though nobody knows if that legend is true.

BLAM! BLAMMO!

Two loud explosive cracks were heard and suddenly a dwarf on the wall fell like a stone as a bullet pierced his skull while a loud whistling was heard and the front line of the remaining soldiers were blown apart by a large iron ball from one one of the approaching worg riders.

But then suddenly a loud creaking sound was heard and suddenly the top southwestern tower was crushed by a falling tree and wild elves climbed up onto the walls by the trees. The Sergeant swung his weapon, trying to kill everything in sight, entering a berserker rage at these scumbags daring to enter the soils of HIS fort! Then the loud stomping sounds of footsteps were heard and among a rushing group of wargs came a large Bog Troll with a wild elf riding its shoulder who pointed at the Sergeant.

"Squah the bad dwarf Jub-Jub!"

"Ooookkkeeeyyy."

"Raaaaagh!" Howling out in fury the Sergeant leaped at the Troll and swung his battle axe, hoping to chop off its leg, only for his weapon to be stopped by a simple but effective chain mail, keeping him from cutting into the hide of the troll who just raised one foot and the Sergeant's widened in fear. "Ah bullocks..." And was promptly turned into a smear on the ground, his axe landing on the ground with a soft thud.

SPLAT!

"Dworch! Yumyum!" The troll then lowered its head down and began to lick off the smear, removing anything that was not meant to be eaten, although that didn't count for the cloth and leader as trolls were known for eating shoes when hungry enough.

The remaining forces of the fort were cut down and the Overlord's troops began to pillage the structure and Ragnso rode into the fort, nodding in satisfaction as he saw the large crystal that was the Tower Heart being taken out of a large metal chest found in the treasury of the fort. He watched as it was taken off towards the Way Point Gate before he spotted the Earth's Bounty and picked it up, it was a good weapon and it would be a good idea to investigate its making further, it could give him some insight on how to make his own enchanted weapons.

"The fort is yours sire, the Tower Heart is secure and the siege weapons are being returned to the Dark fortress."

"No, leave the Catapult here, have the fort rebuilt and reinforced, it shall become an outpost for my domain and a security line for any future trade routes. The catapult shall be put into the roof of the central building, as we strip the top of the building bare of any unneeded items we will have a large enough spot for the catapult. Have one hundred minions of mixed classes stay here, as they are connected to you Nethra can you handle them right?" As he spoke he strapped the battle axe to his back and rode out of the fort with his officers in tow, riding towards the Way Point Gate.

"Of course sire, although it will take a while to rebuild the fort with no workers will it still be possible fort to be fully restored and upgraded within the week."

"Perfect, now let's stop with the business of war, politics, economy and all that for the day, I have some new minions who needs to be established properly into my ranks and some officers to 'get to know' and reward of course. The others did a fine job while I was away, or I wouldn't have received my siege weapons so soon. All in all, it has been a good day and night to fight and conquer and now I am going to have some time off."

"Of course sire."

With that said Ragnos rode onto the Way Point Gate and spared the fort one last glance before smirking softly and disappeared in a flash of blue light, back to his Dark Fortress to rest for the next battle to come.

TBC

A/N

1: This is my explanation for how there is always restocked food and items in Overlord whenever he goes back to an area after just an hour.

Current list of Officers, Races & Classes

(Note that the classes the five commanders have are the ones best suited for the race in question, you call call them the Main Classes of each race if you want to. (C) marks classes that have been gathered while (R) marks minion races.)

Orcs (R)

Reneqa – Barbarian Commander (C)

Athena– Ranger Commaner (C)

Sassy – Beastmaster Commander (C)

Sassa – Warrior Commander (C)

Orma – Shaman Commander

Wild Elves (R)

Fleura – Ranger Commander (C)

I'viena – Warrior Commander (C)

Roselia – Marksman Commander

Sybila -Druid Commander

Nivera – Beastmaster Commander (C)

Half-Elves

Lenia'vi (Half-Wild Elf) – Weapon Master(Swordsmen) Commander

Human (Werewolves) (R)

Snow White - Cleric

Silent River – Wizard (C)

Selune – Warrior (C)

Dancing Sun - Shaman

Marcelia – Fighter (Martial Artist)

New Classes and Races Acquired!

Human (Werewolf)

Base Class: Fighter

Information: These humans' origin are from people who were once the citizens of the village of Spree almost a whole century ago, but when the village sought to expand itself when the population grew too much they began to cut down pieces of the forest of Evernight, the Wood Elves didn't take this kindly. And even though the Queen had made the villagers seek for a new place to expand were the elves who wanted revenge for the destruction of some of their precious trees going behind her back. The leader of these elves, Oberon Greenhaze, called upon his order and cast the Curse of the Moon Beast upon those who had hurt their forest along with their families. The effect was instant the next full moon when half the villagers transformed into beasts, half man half wolf, werewolves they were to be known as, the village was burned to the ground by the soldiers of Heaven's Peak as they drove away the Werewolves into the wilderness of the southern forest known as the Gnarled Woods because of the twisted trees. The village of Spree was rebuilt just forty years ago.

There they remained, growing in numbers, trying to retain their humanity by dabbling into the arts of the arcane and the art of nature, they discovered a magical artifact, a pillar with a blank stone face, of which they felt could keep them from dying. Without thinking they bonded themselves to the pillar and found themselves with a purpose, to serve the Overlord, and so they have waited, for one hundred years in the wild forests, learning new ways and powers, training for the day that the Overlord would come. As Werewolves they are five times stronger then any man, they can change into the shape of a wolf man at will, their powers multiplying even further when doing so. Until they join an Overlord they have no control over their powers, they transform during every full moon, they can afflict normal humans with their curse, making them servants of the Overlord.

General Appearance: Looks like regular humans in their human forms, but in their werewolf forms they are different, 6'8" - 8' tall are their common heights, their bodies are anthromorphic wolves with white, black, gray, brown and other common wolven fur coll, they retain a mane of hair on their heads which looks the same as when they were human, they often keep it tied in a ponytail, braid or cut short in a military style. The males are all athletic and strong, their bodies built with heavy muscles but with the flexibility to leap like gazelles, the females are a bit shorter then the males and a little slimmer, but they look about the same, except their lupine shapes are more curved and sensual then the rough and wild males, their fur almost shinning, they lupine head having almost human quality, mostly in the eyes, their bosoms carrying from sizes of F to H.

Wizard

Type: Arcane Magic Class

Military Positions: Magic Artillery, Anti-Magic Defense, Magic Defense, Ambushers, Trap Makers, Bombardiers, Summoners, Conjurers, Defilers (Attacks by poison, diseases and so on) & Tacticians.

Information: The Wizard is a powerful Arcanist who knows all the ways of magic, be it nature, holy, demonic, divine and so on, but Wizards have no mastery over any art except for their own, the Arcane, a magic used by weaving the magical energies around them and within them, a most powerful way to cast it, but while their magic is powerful are they weak in body as they have developed their minds and wills to command the magics and thus forgone all physical training to focus on the training of the mind.

Special Skills: Lore Keeper, Wizards are gatherer of information, what they do not know they learn and write down, making them great scholars when it comes to information about magic, monsters and so on, Jack of all Magics, Wizards can learn all magics, but are masters of none, their arcane magic the only true skill they can say to master, a nature or divine spell of a wizard is not as strong as it would be from a druid or a cleric, Spell Scribes, a wizard can create magical scrolls that can be used once to cast powerful magics, but it takes hours to write just one such scroll, Spell Books, the spells a wizard learns on his own is recorded in their Spell Books, and these spells are recorded in the Overlord's library, allowing the Overlord to learn these spells as well.

Powers: Magic Sight, a wizard can see the unseen, bit it invisible enemies, magically hidden doors, magical traps and such things, but they cannot see non-magical hidden things like traps, treasure chests and so on, Familiar, wizards bind themselves to a magical creature in a bond of shared power, letting them share the strengths of each other, a wizard does this bonding by summoning a creature once gained enough experience in magic to be considered an Adept, but the stronger the familiar the larger the risk is for the bond to break and for the wizard to be reduced back to stage on in his or her magical power and experience, but retains all knowledge.

Mounts: None unless the familiar is large enough

Weapons: Staffs, rods, wands, daggers, clubs, slings and other simple weapons.

Armor: Can only wear cloth armor.

Warrior

Type: MartialWarrior Class

Military Positions: Foot Soldier, Riders, Siege Soldiers, Siege Workers, Interrogators and Defenders.

Information: Warriors are general fighters they can use any kind of weapon and any kind of armor, but they are no masters of the arts unless they are trained in it, but they make excellent soldiers, they can use any kind of siege equipment and take defensive formations against attackers.

Special Skills: Military Training, warriors are not real military trained soldiers but they have the basic training of soldiers so they follow orders when in battle, but they are not as disciplined like Soldiers, thus they might have a hard time following orders if not given them directly, Heavy Hitters, Warriros use heavy weapons and armors their principle is, hit first, hit hard and leave their crushed corpses beneath your boots, their skills with heavy weapons is great and effective, Promotion, some warriors who have survived battles and defeat enemies many times will find themselves promoted into higher ranking units.

Powers: Formation, when in formation and commanded by an officer the Warriors gain a bonus to their defenses, but they do not move unless ordered, thus making it easy to hit them with otherwise wide shooting weapons like catapults and ballistas, Power Attack, when a single warrior is fighting one or more opponents he or she can swing their weapon and use it to either smack the enemies aside or crush them, it depends on how heavy the weapon is.

Mounts: Any Kind

Weapons: Any kind but the heavier the weapon the better.

Armor: The same as weapons, the heavier the better.

Thief

Type: MartialStealth Class

Military Positions: Scout, Spy, Infiltrator, Saboteur, Assassin, Defiler, Messenger and Interrogator

Information: Thieves are what those who steal, gather information, kill and sabotage to survive, they have refined these skills for eons, the art of the thief being perhaps even older then magic itself. They are stealth specialists, they are of no use in open combat ,they move in the shadows, striking with poison, steel, arrows, bolts, bombs and other tools to kill their targets, there is no greater dishonor for a thief then to be caught, thus they disappear as if they were never there.

Special Skills: Streetwise, the knowledge of the streets lets one pick up information, gather knowledge, know secrets of the streets, find out things with ease, Herbal Lore & Alchemy, a skilled herbalist and alchemist can created the nastiest venoms, potions and bombs along with their skills and knowledges.

Powers: Stealth, thieves can become invisible in the open, and even better hidden among shadows, Backstab, a piercing dagger through the rib back in the back, piercing the lung and the heart, killing without a sound, that is the most common form of backstabbing among thieves, Steal, a skilled thief can steel the sword of a paladin's hand without being noticed if they are trained enough in their skills.

Mounts: Stealth & Climb related mounts are their preferred mounts, like Giant Spiders, Nightsabers, Giant Ants and so on.

Weapons: Prefers light weapons like daggers, short swords, kukris, dirks, needles, throwing daggers, shurikens, bombs, poisons and so on, they are capable to use ranged weapons.

Armor: Cloth, hide, fur, leather, padded leather, hard leather and chain mail is the prefered armors of the thieves.