Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

War was a nasty business, and frankly speaking it was not something the snow elves have had to deal with in a long time, and this was due to the fact that within the entirety of the Bahrenburg wildlands, they have been amongst the top five in power, which was quite a feat given how close they were to the canyons of Toromont, the dividing line between upstarts, and those with real power. Ever since the Rejuvenation not much has been heard from those beyond the great wall as many had taken to calling the canyons, what truly mattered right now was the new power that had literally risen out of nowhere, and one that no matter what anybody said or did, still left chills in the hearts of many.

The true story behind the war that was now brewing between the Kingdom of Morte Bianca, Sillomere and the Theocracy of Yahweh had already circulated all over the Bahrenburg Wildlands and even beyond the canyons, going as far as to dance in the ears of the aliens and the dragons that just recently began to reveal themselves. No matter how much Sillomere and the theocracy tried to hide it, the truth still kept on coming out. Their greed and inability to see the death class king of Morte Bianca as an equal and repeatedly trying to provoke had drove the madman to the edge, and the disrespect of the first princess didn't help matters either.

He might not have an astute and eloquent history as the theocracy and the snow elves, but he had built everything he had from the ground up and with his own power. He was a living being with emotions no matter how the stories portrayed him as a bloodsucking demon that delighted in destruction. He was a man and he was a king, with millions of people looking up to him for leadership, there was no way in hell he would let those two powers trample and walk all over his dignity. To not seem weak, Rezar had no other choice but to fight back, and that was a decision almost everyone who heard the story could actually understand and back, but ultimately there was still a problem that many could not get past; and that was the fact that he was a death class holder, and king of a kingdom that actively had death as a religion.

So whether they thought he was in the right or not, that he was within his right to kidnap the young son of the queen of the snow elves, a baby still in its cradle not coherent of the world or the darkness that now held it captive, they all ultimately felt that it would be better if Rezar Deathwind and his kingdom was wiped off the face of Elysium, as this was the only way true peace could be guaranteed. It didn't matter what might have been done to him, the bottom line of this matter was that the world was much better place without a death class user in it, even if he was a king.

But then again Marsha didn't care, she was an innkeeper and her job was to collect information and sell it to whoever was willing to pay well for it. Of course the order of the innkeepers also operated under their own code of conduct, there were some information that no matter what, they just couldn't sell, regardless of how much money was given for it. She felt that was a little much though; secrets were expensive, and they could make someone very, very rich.

But what did she know, she was just a fledging and now that a war was about to begin, this would be as good a time to establish herself and a quarter of the order of the innkeepers in Necron city, something that no one has been able to do since some of the tougher and well known inn-keepers had signed a deal with that bloody vampire to stay out of his kingdom. But Marsha was nothing if not insightful, she saw the opportunity that was literally looking at her right in the face, and frankly speaking she would be a fool to not take the bull by the horns.

Establishing a chapter of the order of the innkeepers in Necron city was forbidden to all fledglings roaming the Bahrenburg wildlands for information, a deal had been made. And so far it seems king Rezar Deathwind has kept to his own end of the bargain, but! Marsha was ambitious, she already had the teachings and trainings of the order, an organization that was created by some obscure entity or god called Bob; she felt it was all bullshit even if she didn't think too much about it.

Her deepest desires after uploading into Elysium to escape the damn apocalypse and encountering the order was to have an intelligence agency of her own. This was why she had decided to make her way to Necron in the midst of war preparations to strike at the iron while it was still hot. There would be no other fledglings of the order to contend with her, so she would be able to establish herself smoothly and maybe even make her way up the ladder of importance in Morte Bianca.

Earth was over, and in her time there she was unable to leave any lasting mark, no one knew who she was and she didn't have anyone to remember or who could remember her except for a few cheating boyfriends. But she had a knack for getting information, which was why she had her own gossip column. This was a chance to do something better with that skill, and on a grander scale than just opening or running a news station. The order truly showed her just how powerful information could be, especially when it's in your own hands and you alone decided who gets it and for how much.

This world was not earth, and she was happy for that because it meant that even with how fucked up things seem to be getting with a necromancer kidnapping a child and threatening to bash his head in front the child's own mother; everyone had a chance to be important, a chance to be powerful, and Marsha would be damned if she let anyone get in her way...it's what her brother would have wanted.