Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

The answer Rezar got in response to his question was series of sharp exhale before the rest of the pygmies still left alive fell down to the ground and started crying their eyes out. Rezar was caught off guard, but he couldn't bring himself to feel any sort of sympathy for them, they were ugly criers. Rezar gestured with his hands towards the pygmies and turned in the opposite direction, Kitagawa would have all them squared away and shipped back to Necron, they would be Alistair's and Gynaika's problem then. He shifted his focus to the disk in his hand, it was weirdly shaped, like a half moon, however it was cracked with jagged edges.

"It's incomplete." A voice said behind him, he turned to see Samira bowing her head, a black leather coat with a wide hood over her head.

"Indeed, Samira. Do you recognize it?" Rezar asked as he took a closer look at the disk in his hand.

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"No your Majesty, I've not seen anything of that sort before." She answered as she shifted uncomfortably behind him. Rezar could understand why she seemed so nervous, the sun was up and she was no longer a dryad. Being a vampire meant she was just one mistake from being turned into a pile of crispy ashes. So having a bit of specialized uniform that deflected not just sunlight but a variety of ultraviolet rays away from her body was a must, but due to that she was somewhat radioactive, nut that's until Alistair and his people perfected the blueprint.

"I have news!" she said, her voice a little louder than normal. She was so nervous and her attempts at hiding it was somewhat comical, it would be too farfetched to say she shared the same fear Roran had for him. Not that they would be wrong in fearing him, at this point he was pretty much considered a natural hazard, just breathing near him could cost you a good night's sleep.

"Okay, what have you found out."

The Snow elves have discovered the remains of a dungeon on the eastern edges of the Breone mountains, normally it wouldn't be a cause for alarm, but within this dungeon it's said remnants of the old world and vestiges of the new one could be found. Blueprints, weapons, and special maps, not to mention an obscene amount of riches can be found if the trials within are cleared." Rezar scrunched up his eyebrow again, sorely confused…. He asked Samira.

"Aren't Dungeons supposed to be extinct by now, how in the hell is there a functioning one now?" Rezar asked her with a confused look on his face.

"It's not functioning as young put it your majesty, it's just as abandoned ruin with traps and a lot of treasures waiting for someone to claim them." he thought about it for a few seconds, and then nodded his head as he threw the misshapen disk in his hand to her.

"Make sure that's delivered to Alistair, then keep at what you're doing, I need ears on the ground and do keep yourself and your girls hidden. Now run along moonshine." Rezar said to her as she bowed and disappeared from his front without a trace.

Due to the template he had made, both the sons of dawn and the daughters of eclipse of the children of midnight Kings guard had unique skill trees catered to their specific division. It enabled them access to a few tricks, one of which was Samira's current disappearing act. Never the less that was one problem taken care of, his adventure with the pigmies would probably just be a filler chapter in some book later down the line. Now it seems its finally time to go mingle with some snow elves, hopefully they'll be an interesting part of his story.

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Malik walked through the downed airship with an annoyed look on his face, frankly speaking this was pathetic. Of the once great and illustrious Yahweh theocracy, all that was let of its long legacy was a single airship that could no longer take to the sky. It was nothing g like the people he served, this was a bad situation for them, and quite frankly it took him completely out of their control. But never the less he needed them, just as much as he knew they needed him, one couldn't survive without the other, and quite frankly there was now a threat that they needed each other to face.

He walked through two massive doors, entering what looked like a bedroom and marched straight up to the saint and paladin currently engaging in carnal activities that would otherwise be seen as a scandal in the eyes of the many believers that looked up to the ever virgin saintess of the church. Malik spat in disgust, he was one of those people who like being consistent, even if he was conning an entire civilization.

"Don't look so glum Malik, it's not a sin to enjoy one of life's simple pleasures every once in a while you know." The saintess said to him.

"Of course not, but for a woman in your position it's not a sin; sins can be forgiven, this is a fucking taboo!" he said to her with venom in his words.

"Since when have you become a staunch advocate for the church cursed one?" the grand paladin asked as tilted his head with a mocking smile on his face. The only reply Malik would give him was to swing his spear, using great skill and finesse to remove the exposed appendage between his legs, and then swiftly knock him out by smashing the butt of his spear on the paladin's forehead.

"Paladins of the church, especially the Grand Paladin is expected to be celibate from the moment he took his oath of service. You might want to get your facts straight so that you don't lose the trust of what's left of your followers. Because believe me when I tell you that you will need them to face Rezar Deathwind." Malik said to the saintess as he turned around and started marching out, the annoyed saintess called out to him.

"And why is that?" she asked, only for Malik to pause and say to her.

"Because he has a fucking dragon on his side!" and then she laughed, slowly and then quickly and then completely manic in her expression of amusement before finally answering the annoyed Reaper.

"then it's a good thing we have one of our own isn't it? He wouldn't know what hit him."