Giton Village, the Island of Gi
The small island of Gi (pronounced "ghee", or in a hurry "gee"), was an isle five hundred miles from the nearest continent, Oroka. Despite the Gians protests, the Orokan Empire insisted that Gi answer their invitation to annex in a way that would benefit everyone. At the time of the Evil Overlord's arrival nearly a year ago, Gi had been under Orokan rule for over a decade. The Gians had really thought they'd met the most ruthless regime in the world until Oroka, along with every other country, big and small, was conquered by a man from another realm.
Nobody knew where the Evil Overlord's base of operations was, or why he chose to go with the title "Evil Overlord", as opposed to another potential alias, such as the Warlord of Worlds, The Infamous Invader, or Supreme Commander Burrito Supreme.
Gi's largest village, Giton, had a population of just under a thousand. It appeared, on the surface, at least, to be a typical community of the medieval vibe; however, there was a crazy old preacher standing on the street corner shouting about a horse's rear.
"The End is Neigh!" he shouted, to which his horse rolled his eyes.
The horse said, "It's 'nigh'..."
At the center of Giton was the tavern, called Giton Tavern, run by a frail old man called Tender McGee, and his short round wife, the head wench, Grenda McGoo. The ink had smudged on the marriage certificate.
Built around this tavern - at least it appeared this way if you'd seen it - was everything else: the guard house, the capital building (a slightly bigger guard house), the stables, the blacksmith, etc.
*On all of the posts, walls, and doors in and around Giton Tavern, there are pinned fliers with the following: "All midwives will be banned from the realm. All babies will be delivered at state-approved hospitals. Orphans will be placed in foster-homes, not abandoned in the woods to be raised by creatures of the wild."
In this village is where our protagonists met.
Unknown Location, Unknown Time
The Infamous (so-called by his enemies, when they felt like being respectful and not being tortured) awoke among a couple of his concubines. Stretching beneath the sheets, D'ren smiled gleefully as he relished the thought of another day of global domination. And what a globe it was; D'ren once claimed that the planet he now lorded over was the size of Jupiter, whatever that is. Nobody here knew, except for his trusted officers and advisers, and of course Samy'azaii, his fallen angel companion, what Jupiter was. Of course, a couple of his soldiers thought he meant the Roman god. But he didn't need to correct them. Even the ignorant had their place in his Legions of Terror.
D'ren sat up and threw the blanket off the bed, crudely revealing his two naked concubines. But he didn't care because this was his bedchamber and he could do as he pleased. As the women awoke, only one of them looking remotely human, D'ren leaped out of bed in his green, white, and orange stripped boxers. Music started playing somewhere, somehow, and he began to sing.
"If I ruled the world..." he sung in an accent never before heard by anyone in this world.
D'ren went about his daily routine: showering, brushing his teeth, *shaving that ridiculous goatee. As he dressed himself, he realized he had people for that...
His two mistresses dressed him as the emperor of the universe stood there smirking at himself in the mirror. They put on his black leather pants, black leather vest, black leather duster, black leather scabbard with a scimitar in it, black leather gun holsters, with *dual Colt .45 1911 handguns in them, black leather knuckle gloves, and black combat boots.
Afterward, D'ren threw open the one of his many bedroom windows and beamed with pride, accomplishment, and joy, as if he himself caused the orange sun in the sky to bestow its gifts of light and warmth. Letting out a breath of fresh air, D'ren nodded and turned to his now fully dressed women. He went to them and put his arms around their waists as he stood between them.
"T'day's gonna be a g'day, aye!" he touted.
Five Minutes Later...
D'ren's face could not give a more annoyed expression if it tried. Lounging back on his throne, the Evil Overlord glared at the woman in the throne room reading her scroll of petitions from the people of Oroka.
"...lesser sentences for people found guilty of stealing, less taxes, less fresh food confiscated by your Legions of Terror, and less restrictions of our economy! We want our free market back!"
When she was finally finished, D'ren glanced around at a few of his advisers and lieutenants and blinked. "Oh? Ye're done? Is that all?" His sarcasm then took a harsh, savage tone. "How about less limbs? Or less fingers? Or maybe less annoying little wenches who constantly come petitioning her king for less things??? Bugger off, ya silly bint!"
A guard escorted the woman and her cadre of petitioners outside. One of D'ren's advisers behind him leaned down to whisper, "Sir. I am proud of you. Usually you shoot the petitioners. You showed remarkable restraint, my Lord."
"Shut," D'ren growled, turning and glaring up at the adviser, "up. Or ye'll be the one shown remarkable restraint!"
The Evil Overlord stormed out of the throne room. The adviser turned to one of the lieutenants. "I don't even know what that means..."
Fifteen Minutes Later...
The adviser was strapped hanging upside down to a wheel that stretched his body. "AAAH! I get it! I get it! This is remarkable restraint! Sir, I get it! O' how remarkable this restraint is!"
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