Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Gynaika was not the kind of woman to entertain conflict, neither was she a woman to entertain ruthlessness and antagonist behavior. However, a reputation was required to keep your enemies in check, and in some cases required to teach them a lesson that ten generations of their descendants will never forget. She had no idea how things were going on Rezar's and Lenore's side, but in her case the hope for diplomacy has already fallen through. The wood elves were too weak, and the dark elves could not be reasoned with, as it stood now all she was doing was waiting for night to fall before she heads to the underground kingdom of the dark elves and rip their matriarchal, cult like society to shreds.

A few of the dark elves had chosen to take their own lives than have their bodies defiled by males that were nothing more than livestock to them. Lenore found their devotion admirable, which was why she was not so sure that they would be easily subjugated. However, if it does work out, even if they weren't under her control and answered directly to her king, these dark elves would make astonishing daughters of the eclipse, the perfect race and breed to become vampires that stalk the night. Dark elves weren't too inclined to sunlight just like vampires, but at the very least they wouldn't die.

If a better method than wearing thick clothes to block sunlight isn't made, then the dark elves would make really good spies, with their limited ability to walk in daytime. But all this was just speculation and excuses to look forward to, so as not to think too much on the fact that if they prove to be too rigid she would have to kill them all to make sure they didn't have enemies hanging around them. either way Gynaika admired them, because in all honesty a group of women fighting for their own independence not wanting to rely on men as nature and society has always made it seem for the millions of years' man has spent in existence either in Elysium or back on earth.

But they have lost their minds, and it was up to her to set them straight, or send them on their way to the next life. But be that as it may she had a lot of things she had to consider, and that was the wood elves and exactly just what she was going to face once she heads for the dark elves kingdom. They didn't know but the dark elves were a thriving civilization of women, and while they weren't as much as the people in Morte Bianca, there was enough of them to actually be considered a kingdom, which was why she had sent for backup. Before the sun sets today, Samira would be here with a thousand vampire sisters, ready to bathe in a river of blood and probably turn those they thought had a good potential to serve.

The thing about being a vampire was that you were bound to the needs, commands and wishes of your sire. You actually loved them with all of your heart, not even daring to imagine a single speck of dirt on his body. all of the vampires in Morte Bianca, apart from those that actually served Gynaika and were turned from her fellow wild tribe members who have been with her right from the beginning; were turned by Rezar. They called them the first generation children of the king, and she or any other vampire who has been turned by Rezar would have vampires made by them called second generation children. They were not and could never be as strong as the first generation, at least when it came to vampiric abilities.

Gynaika knew Samira would be interested in making new vampires, especially from a race as well versed in shadows and darkness as the dark elves. They would greatly expand the armed forces of Morte Bianca and have extremely talented beings to work with them. they would not betray them if they were turned, and while the whole all men are evil propaganda was annoying, having them join the daughters of the eclipse would be the perfect way to ingratiate them by putting them in an environment where they don't have to interact with their so called 'Cattle'. Of course Rezar would not be some cattle to them, he would be father, king and master.

"We might be in for a fight even with the arrival and the rest of the daughters of eclipse. We're heading into unknown territory, and the dark elves have the home ground advantage, not to mention some of the dark elves you compelled keep mumbling something about the spider goddess and her horde of crawlers. I'm guessing as all these sort of quests goes we're going to be dealing with a bunch of giant spiders or spider women, or a big giant spider boss" Tristian said as he walked into the tree house Gynaika has taken for herself as a temporary office.

"So what are you saying Tristian hmm? Are you saying we're going to lose against the dark elves and have to rethink our strategy?" Gynaika asked as she placed a bowl made of wood on top of a table and filled it with water.

"Lose? I don't think Morte Bianca is capable of that, I'm not stupid like every other force that are busy making moves in an attempt to take control of Morte Bianca and its fertile lands. The world loss or lose is not within the dictionary of you Biancans, nothing short of absolute victory and success in all your endeavors is what you guys aim for. It's a particular trait I've notice in all of you, even to the smallest of children. You do not lose at anything you do, so I'm not saying you are going to lose, I'm saying you should try to avoid incurring any sort of loss that could or would cripple the forces you have cause the wood elves and dark elves are just one of the first forces you have to deal with. We still have to go deal with those insufferable shrinking and giantification pygmies. So proceed with Caution my queen, is all I'm trying to say."

Gynaika didn't answer for a few seconds as she placed a small branch of basil leaves in her mouth, and then she placed a couple of red flowers into the water in the bowl, slowly mumbling something to herself as she used a single finger to stir the water in the bowl. Tristian didn't say anything, he knew this was a ritual preparation for an in depth divination, or to be more precise this was a séance. Unlike her dreams and spontaneous visions of past events within a certain location or object, she could carry out a ritual that would unveil more secrets about a person, location, or as he has seen many times before, predict multiple future events so that she could make preparations for it. To Tristian Gynaika was even more scary than Rezar.

He didn't have any doubt that she was going to be the queen or perhaps one of the empress of Morte Bianca. He knew she has seen it, and not just her so too will Lenore. It was the reason why she had stopped being so antagonistic with the demoness, instead seeing her as an equal and an ally, though frankly speaking she still played small pranks and schemes here and there on Lenore to keep things interesting. But be that as it may, the ability to see the future in a world as complicated as Elysium was not something that could be simply overlooked. Tristian Knew what he was dealing with here…. She was extremely terrifying.

"Tristian your advice is greatly appreciated, and you are right. My approach to the dark elf kingdom has to be extremely meticulous. I can see into their souls, into the essence of their community; their kingdom. Their very homes are open to me and the secrets that they hide now dance within my mind... ahhh Arachne; hahahaha!"

And this was when she was most scary, eyes glowing white with blood pouring from it while she falls into some sort of trance. The wooden bowl with the water in it was floating in the air while the flower petals within caught on fire, painting Gynaika's bronze skin in an exquisite shade of gold. She was beautiful, and even with everything he had now, the family and the love, Tristian knew the only reason why he really hated being around her was because his heart betrayed him…... he loved her, but he couldn't have her, and not because he was scared of Rezar…... but because he was scared of her. The last man to love her other than the king had his body chopped into pieces and his soul used as a shamanic spirit. In this life she only belonged to one man, and it wasn't him... it could never be him. Because he knew, she was not the kind of queen; that would love a GOBLIN.