Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Gynaika was happy she was back home, a month away from the confines and tunnels of Necron was more like torture as the seat of power of the former goblin king had been built high atop a hill that overlooked a significant portion of Kerwood forest. There were about a dozen villages, and three other army bases that quite unfortunately were now empty. She had to spend that time consolidating Rezar's power and taking care of some management issues that arose now that Morte Bianca had become bigger.

Some villages were irrelevant, so their spires were conquered and a mass exodus to Necron was arranged just within the first week. the allocation of resources, most of which she found out was being sent to a couple other forces further south and deeper within Kerwood forest, had to be reallocated and sent to Necron instead. It was enough of an exposure for her to learn that the goblin king seemed to answer to someone or rather multiple people.

Shocking enough there was a paper trail to follow, but all of the forces he gave resources to had nothing in common, there were wood elves, dark elves, humans, gnomes, orcs, and about three different wild tribes that were surprisingly not Nomadic, one of which she discovered was her's; the same tribe that sold her out for profit. With that said, it now stood to reason that she had a vested interest in the goblin king and his activities, and that's why she was now sitting in front of his cell.

He was not all what she expected if she had to be honest, even locked up he had a grace to him that you would only ever see on a king. And unfortunately she couldn't help but admit that it was a grace that was missing from Rezar at the moment. This was an aura that could only ever be cultivated by holding power over a significant period of time. Rezar has not even been king for six months yet, there was still time for him to cultivate it.

"I take it you have questions for me, so rather than sit there and stare at me it would be in your best interest to tell me or rather ask me what it is you want." Rezar had made sure he was comfortable, if not for the fact that he was confined, Gynaika would have actually thought he was a guest.

"I have a few questions for you, but what I want to know first and most importantly is why the Diamante wild tribe receives tribute from you like you're some sort of lackey. Sure it's been five years since I've been exiled, or rather sold out due to politics, but I know how much of a nomadic hovel the tribe I left behind is, so how could they have gotten so powerful in five years that they have the Goblin king dancing on their palms to be sending them 10 platinum worth of materials or in cash every three weeks. So please do enlighten me…. Why?"

Tristian felt his heart skip a beat, it was almost impossible for him to deny the beauty of the woman in front of him, and even more so when those ruby red eyes of hers glowed in such an alluring manner. He felt the need to please her, to give her what she wanted and serve for all he was worth, and so he happily told all that she needed to know with a happy smile on his face. Even that which would be considered his deepest darkest secret was spilled to her as his very mind and soul were completely caught under the allure of her gaze.

Gynaika left the area of the village that had been allocated as a cell/station under Jason's supervision. And as she left, Tristian who had fought so hard to be free of people who would take his free will had fallen prey to a vampire's compulsion. It would fade eventually as Gynaika was just a new born and the skill wasn't as powerful as it should be, but never the less Tristian was susceptible, and from now he would become a pawn piece that Gynaika would keep close to her king. After all she also had to make preparations, the Apocalypse is coming after all.

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Rezar looked over the list of constructions projects that Alistair and his architect were about to undertake, building up the territory was what was most important, but once again they were face with a shortage of resources and most of all money. The Pier was already complete but there were no boats and above all there were no routes of any kind to follow. Without making proper connections they would just be sailing blind.

The territory had to become self-sufficient if they wanted to be able to undertake more projects in the future, which spoke volumes of the need of make proper trade deals, because without such it would be hard for the territory to survive, even with the resources coming in from the now annexed territory of the goblin king. So what Necron had to do now was create a thriving economy of its own, and to do that he needed those merchants to fall on board, but that was easier said than done.

But there were enough things grown by Necron that could serve as a basic step for them to get into trading. It doesn't matter where you are or what you do, the things that sell the most are food and weapons, now they had food, and luckily enough the materials needed to make those weapons. So they had bargaining chips of their own, plus a significant amount of help would be needed as they were also heading to the merchants to get a route or access to dwarves.

Because regardless of how good inventors the Muriel elves were, no one could work and forge metal quite as well as the dwarves, and it was for this reason Rezar would just be making a stop and the cutting a deal with the Merchants. His biggest aim was to secure an alliance with the dwarves, because if they are to survive the coming update…. Elysium needs to go through an industrial revolution and the dwarves were key to that.