Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Slade could hardly breathe, the rush of the wind in his ears and the cold of the wind itself was almost unbearable for him, and in some small way he had hoped that the giant lion and its master were as affected by thin air this high up in the atmosphere, but they were completely unshaken. At first he thought maybe they wanted something from him, but as it stands he could well and easily say that they didn't need anything from him; they were just having the time of their lives playing with him. And it was this realization that scared him; if this wasn't some sort of torture to get him to exposed everything he knew about Revere and the Remus coporeation, but now he was sure, this guy had absolutely no aim of asking.

"Please let me go! I'll tell you everything please!" the Lion stopped moving, flapping its massive wings to keep itself aloft as Rezar slid down its legs until he was hanging off the lion and staring face to face with Slade.

"No! NO! NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The wind resistance was so sharp it felt as if a million blades were slicing at his body, but that didn't compare to the sheer terror he felt as he fell from within the confines of the clouds. His screams seemed to spread within the sky itself, but there was no respite, there was only death, looming ahead of him and drawing ever closer with each second that passed. He regretted everything, this war, this bloody virtual world, all of the politics, he should have just remained there on earth and burned with the rest of the purists. It would have been loads better than this, dying this way was just not fun, it wasn't what he wanted or expected for himself, and here he was still falling to his death, the ground just a second away.

*Whoosh! *

He felt himself come to halt as fangs dug into his calf, forcing him to cry as his momentum was arrested and he was saved from being plastered allover the battlefield. He was crying, his eyes were red as his body quivered and shivered from fright. He was actually rapidly loosing blood, but adrenalin was at an all time high, pumping him full of energy and equally pumping his blood out of his body. He felt the lion fly close to the ground as its form seemed to shrink and they flew into the forest, moving past trees before he was thrown forwards, smashing the trunk of a massive oak tree face first, before falling six meters to the ground and dislocating his left arm from how badly he landed. But that aside he could feel a few cracks from his rib cages and a couple more shifts and dislocations from other bones in his body.

"He seems to have reached his limits Master, should we up the ante?" The Lion asked as it landed with a loud flap, Rezar jumping off to land in front of Slade without shoes. Slade swallowed and looked up, meeting those intense blue eyes that made his body shiver in fright as the evil king squatted and took Slade's jaw in his hands.

"Well, that depends on what this play session turns out to be. So Slade of Revere; wassup!" there was no time to think about the unfairness of this situation at all, all he could feel at that moment was fear, and it didn't matter what anybody said, fear was a great motivator, and one that he wasn't really ashamed of feeling right now, this kid was a monster.

"Please! Im just one of the heralds for the Remus coporation, theyre the ones in charge of everything. The Kingdom of Revere was built from an amalgamation of various settlements, villages, towns and cities that had been under development before the rejuvenation. It was their aim to have total control over all of Bahrenburg once the Rejuvenation had happened, but their flagship kingdom was destroyed when the goblin king Tristain betrayed them left his post.

They have an alliance with the Dustin Crowe Merchant company and a couple of snow elf princes who seeked an alliance from in order to gain the throne. They have a stand off with the cronies from the Yahweh theocracy south of their border, and then have a few more alliances with a couple of island cities. When they heard that you had disappeared, a few spies had told them that you had fallen into a big massive hole and this was just an opportunity for them to take over what is probably the largest territory and most fertile in all of the Bahrenburg wildlands. Im just a messenger please! I don't want to die!"

Slade didn't have any chance to say anything else as a blade found its way into his mouth before bursting out the back of his head nailing him to the tree behind him. His death wasn't instant, in just that few seconds before the darkness could take him, he watched as Rezar Deathwind left him impaled there while he cursed about how Slade just couldn't bring himself to shut up. It filled him with a burning fury that he couldn't understand, but there was nothing he could do about it, he choked, but the darkness came quickly, creeping around the edge of his vision as he felt cold in all of his limbs.

So in the end it didn't matter what he did, this was how he was going to die, just another footnote in history. All this time he never doubted his choices, never doubted his lies and the roles he's had to play in the downfall of others. The politics didn't faze him, in fact he had welcomed it and saw it as a way to get ahead in life. But now look at him, there was nothing to show for all of his suffering, he wasn't leaving anything behind. No wealth, no wife, no children, no legacy. Just a trail of broken hearts and betrayals that did nothing more than paint him as grade 1 jerk of epic proportions. But what could he do, he just wanted to survive.