Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

The journey through the Breone Mountains was somewhat calm after the very unfortunate and very bad ambush, Rezar was no longer the naïve person he once was to this I that the attack was just a simple bandit attack.

It could actually mean anything, but ultimately it only came to the conclusion that he had an enemy somewhere waiting and planning for his downfall, or rather hoping to benefit for the conflict that was sure to arise from his reaction to this assault. Whoever sent those people wasn't stupid, he or she knew that those attackers would fail terribly, Rezar had a reputation that at the moment almost no one in Elysium could match.

However his reputation had made him out as impulsive, and honestly that might actually be true, but then again Rezar wasn't a slave to his emotions. Impulsive as he might seem, all of his actions had been taken as the most optimum course of action facing any situation that came his way, nevertheless a lot of people were looking down on him. And it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but now there was someone out there playing an angle, audit he was not careful, he would probably incur a war Morte Bianca was not ready to face. But he also couldn't keep quiet about this.

His lesson with Priest aside as a king he had come to learn that sometimes if not all the time, the price and reputation of a kingdom was important to it's prosperity. And not just it's prosperity but in the way other power interacted with them. Having the image of a week kingdom who's king could be attacked and he wouldn't say anything was as fucked up as it like get. It means without a doubt that anyone could walk all-over them and get away with it. And that was not the kind of image Rezar wanted to build for his kingdom, Pride was important even though not many people could understand why.

The what elf kingdom didn't have villages of towns across it's territory like other kingdoms did, the entire population was clustered in one giant city at the highest peak of the Breone mountains. Their neighbors; the dwarves had a cluster of three tribes that have made their home deep beneath the earth, but all three tribes answered to one king. Never the less their political demographics wasn't something Rezar was all too worried about at the moment, and the was because at this moment they had already come up upon the city of the snow elves.

And it was just in time too as Screet and Kitagawa had caught up with them, dragging almost a dozen snow elves and orcs behind them. Safe to say, Rezar was sure he would make quite and entrance into the snow elf kingdom. Their entourage was stopped at the gates of their city, a marvel of white and silver that was intricate and seemed to stretch all the way to the sky. From where he was sitting in the car, it looked like the entire city itself was built from metal, there wasn't even a single sign of wood or brick or stone.

The metal work was all too exquisite, with twisted frames and beams. Many of them etched with glowing good and green symbols and heavily suffused with magic the likes of which has never been felt by Rezar before. But ultimately what he could also feel, even from the confines of his vehicle was the chill, a cold that even his constitution as a vampire didn't stage away. Obviously this cold was magic, and just like any other cold it felt pervasive and invasive. Rezar narrowed his eyes in suspicion as Alistair came down from the Jeep he was riding in and walked to the front of their gate ready to meet with the guards and delegates waiting there.

"I bid you all a fine afternoon; my name is Alistair and I'm, with great pleasure, his Majesty; King Rezar DeathWind's minister of magical and technological development, and also his interim delegate and standing in for the Queen in waiting her lady Gynaika De La Muerte. We've arrived a long way from Morte Bianca to attend the illustrious banquet and auction set up by the snow elf Kingdom. We do hope we're not too late or too early? We wouldn't want to impose ourselves upon your fine city."

Rezar had to admit that Alistair did have a way with words, the Melve had grown enough from the tech head to a capable leader. The only thing missing was a spine for bloodshed. If he and that going for him, then without a doubt, Alistair would make a better king for Morte Bianca than Rezar. After all he alone could boast that he knew everything there was to know about the damn kingdom, and that's because he built most of it.

Rezar watched as Alistair and the delegates of the snow elves made small talk and exchange courteous smiles. And it was good while it lasted as said smiles disappeared from both their faces a few moments later. The snow elf delegate had rigid look on his face, and Alistair looked somewhat defeated, but above all the fearful look on his face as he turned around and started walking towards Rezar's limo was on display for all to see. But Rezar didn't think Alistair was afraid of the snow elves, rather he knew that look of fear was for him and him alone.

"My apologies your majesty, but the snow elves are adamant about not letting us in with our prisoners in tow. They say their kingdom prohibits slavery, and visitors aren't allowed to take prisoners of bring any prisoners Into the city. We would have to make a petition and wait for it to get signed by their Queen, or we hand the prisoners over to them for processing and they guarantee that they would be given the justice they deserve to our satisfaction." Rezar raised an eyebrow at that, and then smiled. He now understood why Alistair was so nervous walking towards him.

"Get me Screet." Alistair's eyes widened as he called out.

"Your Majesty I think we should..."

"Get me Screet Alistair! Don't say another word and don't worry about repercussions. Sometimes there are things that need to be done to preserve your dignity, a time when politics doesn't matter and. You just have toilet certain people know that you wouldn't be fucked with." All Alistair could do was sigh as he turned to the side and made a gesture for Screet who was at the back of the convoy to come over.

Rezar had a hand under his chin with a focused look on his face, when his first undead came close, that looked transformed into a sinister smile. His blue eyes bled red and his fangs poked out of the side of his lips making his visage look even more terrifying and sinister, it was Like Rezar had unleased the monster hidden deep beneath his skin, and Alistair found it horrifying, but at the same time, just like Screet…..he found it was inspiring and un-naturally graceful.

"Screet? Those prisoners you and Kitagawa have captured. Execute them, and make a grand show of it do you understand? I want you to stain the path to their kingdom red with blood and guts! And make sure it's a sight they'll never forget!"