Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Alistair looked at Rezar with a shocked look on his face, sure they had many things to do at the moment, especially with the war preparations currently being carried out, but to make plans for a wall around their entire kingdom, and begin implementing the construction was beyond crazy. Sure they had achieved many great things and were at the forefront of everyone else when it came development and technology, it didn't mean they could do everything!

And it was even more prevalent now that they no longer had the system to automate things for them, sure they could build just as fast, but they now needed to do everything themselves. And with the road projects still ongoing, Alistair felt like this was a little too much to handle. They were all still mortals and the bloody vampire king should do well to remember it.

"Do you have something to say Alistair?" Rezar asked as he looked over First General Lenore's recently drafted war plans.

"Permission to speak freely your Majesty?" Rezar raised an eyebrow at that, Alistair noticed that seemed to be a quirk of his king, whatever situation he finds himself in, Rezar raised his eyebrows as a means to cope or show expressions…...and with just a raised eyebrow as an expression it was hard to tell what in the fuck he was thinking.

"Granted Alistair, this is a council meeting after all, you're supposed to counsel me. Stop being afraid of me so damn much, it's no longer amusing." But therein lays the problem, how could he not be afraid when a famous butcher of living beings tells you he no longer finds you amusing? Heck knowing, he was considered amusing did nothing more than scare him even more.

"I don't think we should worry about having to build the kingdom walls or any other major construction in light of the recent war preparations. It would leave a lot of the common people exposed. And I understand your majesty that have a wall commissioned to be built is for the defense of everyone within Morte Bianca, but I believe you standing with your people will fall if lives are lost in the process.

I can device a means to keep our borders safe for the main time, it would be better if such projects are taken when the kingdom is at peace and not on the brink of war against two powerful and influential factions. You've put your people first all this while, I'm asking that you do so again your majesty." Alistair felt a drop of sweat drip down his brow.

His body felt extremely cold, maybe it was not necessary and it caused more harm than good, but he was well and truly afraid of the king he served. He didn't know why, but he couldn't shake it. And the annoying part was that everyone else around him was just fine with him, Alistair felt there was something wrong with him, but at this point he really didn't care, he just wanted to leave here without incurring Rezar's wrath.

"you've made some valid points Alistair, and I've already considered all of that too. But I just had an idea and I threw it out to see what all of you had to say about it. And thanks to you Alistair we now know the pros and cons of such an undertaking. None the less as soon as this conflict is over, we will have another meeting with the agenda of finding ways to fortify our current defenses, and getting new and better ones. None the less we should shift our attention to the matter at hand, have there been any sort of movements from the elves and the church?" Rezar asked as he moved his gaze to the map on the table in front of him.

Samira stepped forward with a tablet in hand, Alistair couldn't help but gain a rueful smile when he saw that, sure before the Rejuvenation a lot of things had been somewhat automated and on assist from Elysium, but ever since the Rejuvenation they were forced to rely on wits, ingenuity, intelligence and resourcefulness. The Muriel elves took to the new world like a fish to water, no longer having to rely on just blueprints they could reverse any tech, and without the inhibitions of the system, things that they remembered from earth could be easily replicated.

And then coupled with the magic and technology in Elysium, improving and evolving them, wasn't too hard. He and his group of technomagical oriented elves single handedly brought about a modern age to a primitive world. It was something that brought a great deal of pride to him every time he saw a technological tool being used in Elysium. Samira began speaking ready to give a report on the going on's of the wildlands.

"Master the snow elves haven't begun to make any moves, but the theocracy has made a move. And the move they have chosen has brought down their image. The snow elves don't seems to have taken our threats seriously, but seeing as they are next door neighbors with dwarves that live within and deep under the Breone mountains, it goes without saying that they probably have a network of tunnels and caverns of their own, and the last reports I received from my sisters stationed there was that they might have discovered an entrance to a secret facility or to the underground systems where the snow elves are hiding their army and carrying out their preparations.

They're still trying to infiltrate, but I get regular reports from them on the hour so we will soon know if they're successful or not. As for the theocracy, they have bared their fangs and literally exposed their true intentions. Their airship crash landed quite a way from us with two major factions being in-between us and then, putting them about 12,000 kilometers away from our southern borders.

They've let out their necromancers and death class users, choosing to turn everyone and every animal between us and them into undead that will further be incorporated into a massive undead army that they would use to conquer all of the Bahrenburg wildlands. Reports say that they had demanded the loyalty of every other faction during the secret meeting held after we had left the banquet. They're on the outs with everyone else too, and it seems they're considered a bigger threat so the rest of the factions are putting their focus on them instead of us.

The only people making any sort if move is a collective of wild tribes that have gathered under the banner of man called Lazarus. They seemed to have formed a faction of their own and are taking every other faction in their path as they make their way towards us from the south east, past the great plains and desert. There has been no sound from the canyons, and nothing from the sea in the west. As it stands we have enemies closing in from two maybe three directions, on a normal not I would say we are massive screwed master, but seeing as they're dealing with us all I can say is this.... who dies first?"