Viktor took a step back, marveling in his masterpiece. Well... even he wouldn't stoop so low as to call it a masterpiece. The beast was a mangled corpse of flesh, the calloused skin stretched tight over a skeleton of stone. One arm was a shriveled stub, the other a massive, meaty thing, club like in appearance. It was clothed in naught more than a simple loincloth in its lower region, just above its stubby legs.
The monsters head was adorned in a steel helmet, one with a rather small visor, giving the beast tunnel vision. Not much laid under the helmet. The brain and eyes were left, misshapen, no skin left to cover them. There was no armor on the ogre, save the helmet, but it boasted a twisted cleaver, recycled from various scrap metal found about the town.
Viktor raised his hand, almost touching the metal forehead of the creature. A spark travelled through the Keepers finger, sending electricity arcing through the monsters body. It jerked around, before coming to a rest, living, but confused. It let out a mighty roar, it's deep, scratchy voice echoing through the halls.
"Now you, my magnificent monster, are a being worth of battle and bloodshed." Viktor said, motioning for it to follow him.
Viktor strode quickly to where his minions had been left to create his summoning room. He was impressed by their work, it hadn't taken them long to shape the five useless rooms into something he could work with. He congratulated them, knowing that humans enjoyed such trivial compliments. He dismissed nine of them, but invited- no, commanded the other 15 stay, to watch him work.
Many lost limbs, and screams of pain later, the rag-tag group of humans had been transformed to abominations, likenesses of their blueprint. Viktor felt much safer with beings such as these to guard him. He ordered them to separate posts around his dungeon, having them work in pairs.
Viktor left the summoning room, ordering two of his nine remaining humans to continue working on it. He would spend a great deal of time there, he would like it to be more than stone walls lined with rubble. He then strode out into the cold, atop one of the many fortress walls that lined his new home. He stared off into the unforgiving cold, his eyes unable to penetrate the pure white that enveloped the sky.
Lightning seethed through his veins as he returned to his dungeon heart, his metal body still retaining the cold. He had his humans gathered before him.
"M-m-master" One sheepishly spoke up. "There is a c-city not far from here- a few days South West. Their army is far larger than ours, sire, and their fortress much stronger. T-they may not be happy to hear of your h-hostile takeover." He said, stuttering out of sheer fear.
"Perfect. Let their puny armies come. We shall destroy them, then build them anew. But not now. They do not know of us yet, and that is to our advantage. We are not ready... Yet." Viktor said, chuckling to himself as a plan came together in his head.
"Now go! Build! There is work to be done! We must expand, downwards my acolytes!" He ordered. The seven men quickly scrambled to work.
As they left him, Viktor went back to his Dungeon Heart. In the cozy room, a tall mirror stood in the corner. Viktor stood before it, his tall frame barley fitting into the reflective surface. His metallic skin was scarred, dented, and in a few places, rusting. Hardly a body fitting of an overlord. He leaned down to the mayors decapitated body, and removed the mans red cloak, draping it around his own shoulders.
"It shall do... For now" He said to himself, sitting down, and beginning to plot. He was, at the moment, more than happy with his forces, so begun no new work on minions.
Dungeon: Small stone castle. Currently has a prison, barracks, Dungeon Heart, and Summoning room.
Forces: 9 Human slaves, and 16 Ogres. One ogre is out of commission, it has been locked in a cell in his prison, for safe-keeping.