Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Perhaps being hostile to the envoys of the snow elves wasn't a good idea, but honestly speaking Rezar wasn't sure he could bring himself to care. Of course a particular amount of finesse was required when it came to the way a king had to deal with visiting envoys. This wasn't the old Elysium anymore, and Rezar didn't have as much power as would warrant him staring down at every other kingdom or civilization. He had to err on the side of caution, but the bottom line of the entire matter was that Rezar had to impose his authority, even if it was on a couple visiting snow elves.

"Our esteemed greetings to King Rezar of Morte Bianca, may the light of Eloeimain shine on you. We bring you an invitation from the queen of the snow elves." Rezar raised an eyebrow at that, there were three snow elves but he couldn't tell the difference. The literal white skin, the white hair and ice blue eyes and frost covered eyelids were synonymous down to the way they even creased their eyebrows, if he had to be honest it was quite spooky.

But ultimately it seems they were more diplomatic than he was, there wasn't even a change in expression when Rezar had rudely asked them what they wanted, and not even when their spokesperson was explaining the reason for their presence. It was challenging, and Rezar felt the need to maintain a dignified image as opposed the rough and edged manner he had brought to the table. He didn't need to act brutish or wild to show that he was dangerous, he had an illustrious reputation that could do that all by its self.

"An invitation to what exactly?" Rezar asked as he leaned back on his throne with a pensive yet focused look on his face. The ways his eyes were, made it seem as if his mind was far away and at the same close enough to pay attention to what was being spoken. The spokesperson bowed her head before continuing to speak.

"the snow elf kingdom would be holding an auction where most of the items of the old world would be sold off to interested bidders and some valuable treasures found would be showcased and if anyone is interested, it would also be sold off to whoever is interested or pays the highest amount of money or giving something of equal value. Following that would be a banquets where the princess would be shown to society and let to mingle with eligible young men in the banquets to choose who will be her new husband and forge an alliance with the snow elf kingdom." Rezar raise an annoyed eyebrow as he looked at the snow elf, this was all bullshit if he had to be honest, when he thought about there really wasn't anything valuable about heading for this so called auction/banquet.

"I really don't see anything or any event that would be of value to me in attending this banquet. I would have to respectfully decline this invitation, please extend my apologies to your queen, and tell her I would make a personal visit when I am less swarmed with kingly duties." Rezar answered with a more amicable tone than before, the snow elf bowed before opening her mouth to speak again.

"Thank you so much for your time and consideration great king Rezar, but I must insist about the importance of this banquet. The banquet on its own is just a front, this a secret summit between the kings and rulers of old Elysium. It's been a few months since the rejuvenation and it would be within the best interested of all the old rulers to have a sit down and discuss the current status quo, most especially the arrival of the aliens and NPCs."

Rezar went silent, this snow elf definitely gave him a lot to think about if he had to be honest. The NPCs; aliens or not have always been a problem, not to mention that ever since the bloody rejuvenation happened, so many things that had been buried had been exposed, chief amongst them being the literal gates of hell that were currently in his very own backyard. And not just the threats that they were facing, a chance to sit down with the other rulers of the Bahrenburg wildlands would be a chance to make definite and lucrative deals that would be good for Morte Bianca and Necron in the long run. It was definitely a win-win situation and missing this would have far reaching consequences, especially if he was the only rule of the wildlands who didn't show up.

Doing that would give the others much of a chance to rally against him, and if his enemies are there this would be a chance for them to join hands and plot against him. Not going would make him the black sheep of Bahrenburg, of course he didn't give a shit how people saw him, all that mattered was his own people. But for their sake he had to be there, strong as Morte Bianca might be they were not invisible, and if they get surround on all sides by multiple enemies and all because he was too stubborn to show up and shake hands with pompous political fools.

If it was just him he wouldn't give a shit about the status quo, but now he had a people and fucking Kingdom to think about, which means this was never a choice in the first place. An invitation it might seem, but in the end this was a summon with an underlying threat to it. It was no wonder the snow elf had told him she was insisting. Politics was weird, because what would seem like a threat wouldn't look like it at the time, and really stupid people must have lost quite a bit in life for being incapable of reading in between the lines.

"Very well then, you can run back to your queen. Tell her that I'll be there in a week and she can come welcome at the foot of the Breone mountains. You're dismissed." The snow elf bowed her head, an obvious smirk slowly stretching across her face. With her face down she didn't think anyone could see it, but in a room filled with exposed and hidden vampires such a gesture was nothing more than an affront, and a queen in waiting was pissed as hell for seeing it…...looks like there were more games to be played.