Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Rezar stood in front of a bound Hobgoblin that had surprisingly enough, golden skin. It was surprising to say the least, seeing a Hobgoblin or goblin with golden skin was way beyond what people would consider normal. There were Kitsune's and Melves gathered around with flames in their eyes, it was obvious that they were only holding themselves back from out rightly attacking the Goblin King due to not just the presence of Rezar, but the presence of the group of people clad in deep green cloaks standing behind the goblin king, it seems he was their prisoner.

Rezar's eyes met a familiar face, as he shook his head with a frown, these were literally the last people he wanted to be around him. Rezar gave a silent order with his Telepathy and had everyone else move away from the palisade entrance.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, I'm not so sure the order of the innkeepers and myself are in good terms considering the blatant threat on my person the first and last time I was unfortunate enough to discover you people. It's not a pleasure to see you guys, but you brought a prize so I'm open to listening to whatever bullshit you all have ready to spit out." Rezar said to them as Kitagawa and Alistair positioned themselves behind him, right behind a diminutive Screet that looked ever stoic and focused.

"Your Majesty Rezar Deathwind the Bone King, we have come in peace. We apologize for not giving prior warnings before our arrival, the matter that has drawn us here is one of great import, one that requires you put aside your prejudice against the order of the Innkeepers for we have nothing wrong to you and only warned you off certain course of actions.

We apologize for the approach and the threats implied, such was not a way our order should treat a king of your personage and so we have come to make amends. We brought with us the Goblin King, he is our guest, but on his request he was brought along as a prisoner due to the severity of the crisis that is at hand, and one that we fear your growing kingdom is ill prepared to face. But you are pretty much the best choice and chance at survival so we have humbled ourselves to seek an audience with you, we are willing to part with three valuable piece of information to show our sincerity and that of the Goblin King. We hope you will grant us the audience we require."

Rezar was stumped, the order of the innkeepers from his very limited interaction with them, did not seem like the kind of people who would bow their heads to any kingdoms, much less apologize about anything. But whatever it is they wanted to talk about, it's obvious it carried a lot of weight as they swallowed that pride and were willing to give out information for free. Rezar would be less of a king if he's unable to recognize the olive branch and treat them with the respect and honor they deserved just as they've shown him, but that doesn't mean he trusted them.

"We shall take a walk around the perimeter of the territory and you all shall tell me what it is that has brought you to my doorstep. If I find your information useful then maybe only the Goblin King himself would have to die this night. Now let's talk." Just because he recognizes and olive branch doesn't mean he had to lose his pride. And his people still had a lot of bad blood to deal with when it came to the situation with the goblin king.

"My name is Tristian, I'm sure you and your people have a significant amount of hate for me for what happened to each of their villages, but I will tell you now that it's not my fault. And if I'm going to be punished it would not be for a crime I didn't commit." Rezar paused, for one he wasn't expecting the goblin king to say anything, and two even if he had to speak Rezar did not expect such an aggressive approach.

"it is not our place to speak, but I would suggest that you lend an ear to the former goblin king, King Rezar, the information we bring to you is one we got from him, and there's been confirmation that what he has given is full proof, if Morte Bianca, pardon my pronunciation must survive along with the rest of the Bahrenburg frontier we have to listen to him and let him help…. Please." Rezar shrugged his shoulders and then turned to the Hobgoblin without saying anything, Tristian took that as the signal to speak his mind.

"The goblin king is a façade, a mask that I've had to wear for the shareholders responsible for the expansion of the Goblin king's lands. Due to a series of circumstances I was forced to upload as a goblin, right in the middle of a cave of goblins that were pretty much monsters that would not have hesitated to eat me without giving me a chance to live. But I live, I fought, I schemed and I built a kingdom of my own from this endless stretch of trees and life. But in the end I was still a slave to corporate espionage as most of what I've built was from the meagre resources the company that sent me here gave to me.

I might have been the Goblin king, but on paper the kingdom and everything in it belonged to them, and as such they could do whatever the fuck they wanted. And they chose the conquest of the entirety of the Kerwood forest region, and just so they would have a bigger share of the pie after the veritable apocalypse that's about to hit Elysium like a storm, one that would literally change everything and restructure the demographic of power."

Rezar raised an eyebrow at that, it was quite annoying every time he heard about an apocalypse, the way they all spoke about it made it seem as if this apocalypse was something no one would be able to survive, maybe that's why they kept calling it an apocalypse.

"What Apocalypse are you talking about?" Rezar asked confused.

"Elysium is about to experience its first and only update."