trans_9 | A home fit for an overlord?

Walking into the Sensorium's today, or at least this one in particular would place you on the Island of Birk, often described as "Sturdy"

And on one side of Berk's village sat a humble but recently built house at the edge of a field. Not much of Berk was flat so this area in particular belonged to one of the most passive aggressive creatures in all of the Hairy Hooligans tribe.

Sheep.

Yes the Sheep of Berk were particularly dumb as far as sheep went. So much so that back in the days of Dragon raids one could get snatched up from an entire flock, and the others would barely move away to protect themselves.

So it was up to the brave and fearless shepherds of the Viking village to vigilantly protect these pathetic puffy pasty faced patsy's of the livestock world.

That...was not a job for Ruffnut and her twin brother. No that was a job for the adults. They had always been stuck on fire patrol.

But tending to the sheep in times of peace? That was a duty fit for the twins according to their elders.

Frankly Ruffnut hated it. Sheep were about the stupidest creatures she had ever known.

And yet since being on Stacy she kind of missed the dimwitted puffballs.

So she sat ontop of one cross legged while it grazed and stared intently at her families home. Before Hiccup had made peace between the Dragons and the Vikings the house had stood strong for a whole two months! Luck really, nothing more then that.

And after so many re-buildings the tribe knew how to slap buildings together. Even Ruffnut knew some basics about building a home just from helping.

And that was precisely why she was here today. To ponder the construction of a home.

Not just any home though, a lair, a den, a nest, a base, a castle worthy of the eventual overlord she would become. It couldn't be too big to start. She was only one warrior after all and even if she asked the people she trusted to help her protect it if enough people rallied together they would lose.

So for now a small home, but it would have to make up for what it lacked in size by being perfect for her. Where to start?

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Well, even Zetta couldn't complain if Ruffnut was laughing and happy. Much. He could grumble, though. "So get one! I'm sure Engineering can do that!"

"I'll get around to it." Ruffnut climbed to her feet again picking up the Overlord carelessly with one hand, "But first I gotta get the place ready before I start filling it with stuff." She had plenty of stuff stashed around the city in a few different "nests" but it would be nice to have just one place.

"What sort of stuff is important for an Overlord's...lair? Base? Home?

"Private quarters, a good throne room... When you start getting more important, it's good to have places for your vassals, shops, an Item World, a Dimensional Gate... but that's all stuff for an actual Netherworld." Zetta attempted to shake his head. It went poorly.

After he recovered from that effort, he continued, "The important thing about an Overlord's Castle, or whatever, is that it says you're top dog. So you want it to be impressive. Even if it's small."

"Huh..." Ruffnut nodded taking in all he had to say and then dismissively putting him on a table so she could think.

"So..." She turned and a proud and tall throne made of bones and stone appeared in a burst of flame. A significantly squishy cushion provided a comfortable sitting area on the throne of pointy hard bits and Ruffnut proudly flopped onto it enjoying how it seemed to hug her bottom. "Does this look impressive?" She asked trying to look like a plotting wicked Viking Overlord. Her helmet sat low across her brow giving her a schemers smirk as she stroked the skulls that made up the arms of her throne.

"Ah ha! The classic stone-and-bone! Permanent pyrotechnics are probably a little out of your range at the moment, but you can always add them later!"

Zetta looked over the image she presented, then nodded (more or less). "Good look for you. I recommend low lighting to go with it for the added air of 'sinister'."

Ruffnut seemed to take his advice and dimmed the lights till her chamber was lit only by a flickering fireplace and some low hung torches. Despite learning about the joys of electricity Ruffnut preferred the way fire made shadows dance across everything.

"Ooo check out what I learned how to do." She hunkered down in her seat and glared in a manner that would wilt a freshly bloomed flower. Then to add to the effect her eyes burned a bright glowing white, crackling with the familiar sound of her personal brand of electricity. It didn't light up the room per say, but in the darkness it had a nice effect.

"Sweet! That's perfect!"

Ruffnut, this is why he loves acknowledges you as an apprentice. You understand style.

"That's the sort of look that'll see you through your entire career. Now one thing you might want to consider is putting some electrical.. somethings on the chair in hidden places, so when you rev up, you get some good arcs and crackles around it."

The glowing died off and Ruff swayed a little on her seat, "S'ok, I think I can manage that...heh...stars..." She slumped in her seat as she savored the tingly feeling of being light headed. Apparently she hadn't perfected the eye glowing trick just yet. Considering how close her eyes were to her brain it probably wasn't particularly healthy for her to do but that didn't concern her. It looked awesome.

"So like..." Using the Sensorium instead of her own power she made lightning crackle and burst from the back of her throne stretching out and lashing at the walls and roof of her throne room. The flashes of light were like strobes fighting with the light from the flames.

"Exactly!" Zetta attempted to point in vigorous glee, fell off the table, and landed face-first on the floor.

Predictably Ruffnut burst out laughing and the lightning switched off as she pointed and chuckled at the failings of her mentors limbless body.

"Tell you what, I'll even put in a bookshelf for if you come to visit." She taunted playfully.

The book flopped around and uttered a lot of curses, but none of them were intelligible since it was face down on the ground.

A home fit for an overlord?

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