Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

The nights were rather cold; even with the trees blocking the wind from the sea, it was still an extremely harrowing experience. But that was mainly attributed to his abilities as a vampire, or a half vampire. To Rezar the cold was colder and hot was hotter. There were more stars in the sky and the smells were sharper, the sounds louder and the taste more elaborate and diverse, so much so that he could even taste the scents in the air. In that regard the forest was the wrong place to be, but in the end this forest was an empire all to itself, and his goals laid within it.

*Rumble!!*

Rezar grunted in pain at the sharp pain he felt in his stomach, he was hungry, but this was unlike any bunger he had ever felt. It was so all consuming and deep, like if he didn't eat anything soon his whole world would fall apart and nothing else would matter. The annoying part of this was that he has only been away from the territory for the better part of four hours, yet his hunger and lust for blood seemed to be so all consuming. According to Priest, he was young, both as a human and a vampire, which meant he would have zero to no control over his hunger and bloodlust.

Rezar shook his head as he gave orders to Ant Tony, the undead ant scurried up a massive tree as Rezar picked his way amongst the shrubbery to the hill where a few days ago, he and Lenore had rained fire and death on the goblins. It shouldn't have taken him so long to get here, but he had traveled in a roundabout manner, checking all three locations of their previous battles to see if there had been tempering apart from the clean-up carried out by the undead in the locations close to the territory.

He didn't find anything, but there were goblins back at the base for the goblin mounted division, they seemed more like scouts seeing as there was just twelve of them. but they were hobgoblins and decked head to toe in heavy black armor. Their mounts were similarly armored boars that looked like they could smash through everything in their way. Obviously their battles with Tetum had caught the attention of the goblin King, and with his eyes on them now, things are bound to get dicey real fast.

"Do we know who did this?" one of the armored Hob-goblins asked.

"At the moment scouts from HQ would be coming here to scour the area, we can't tell who the enemy was as there's absolutely nothing left behind, not even the bodies of our fallen comrade, so whoever or whatever did this has need for their bodies, maybe for food, so I'm suspecting maybe monsters from the canyons found their way or its way here." Another hobgoblin said.

"If that were the case then there would be more signs, for one the tracks are all over the place, so it's hard to tell which is which. But if it was a monster there would have been definite signs that it was a monster, and if you would pay attention to the entrances you would notice that it was collapsed from an explosion, magic was used and a monster doesn't have that level of intelligence unless it's under the control of a tamer or summoner.

But if this was a tamer or summoner, there would have still been definite signs of a monster large enough to cause this much destruction. What I can glean from the tracks, is that there were lots of enemies, it was an ambush and the goblins in the camp couldn't really put up a fight. The enemy probably had a mage with a high level fire class, bringing enough fire power to bear that the soldiers here were unable to fight back when it mattered. The only problem is that we have no idea who the enemy is." A hobgoblin whose armor had red streaks said as she knelt on the ground.

"We need to split up, the rest of us should head back to HQ and tell the king what happened here. An entire division was wiped out, reducing our overall military might. I'm pretty his attention is already here too, but this takes precedent as we have no idea what sort of enemy we're dealing with. Corus and I would head in the direction of the Muriel Elves town; Seteria.

Tetum's recent mission was to subjugate the town, so maybe we'll find clues about what happened here, the rest of you take this information to the king as fast as possible, we're dealing with forces we can't see yet, and you getting word to the king might decide if our people will live or die."

Twelve hob-goblins, probably all from the same division, them splitting up was good for Rezar. The two who would be heading towards the location of the now destroyed Muriel Elves town wouldn't be that much of a problem and he could intercept them on their way back. What really mattered to him was the ten who would be heading back to the goblin king with information that was almost too accurate. Guess goblins were no longer as stupid as they once were.

He had to go after them, apart from the fact that they would give him the proper route back to the goblin King's territory, he could actually take the chance to deal with them all this night. Rezar gave an order to Ant Tony, sending the u dead ant back to the territory with a message for Neema and Screet. It would be up to them to take care of that Corus and the other hob-goblin. As for the others, Rezar was hungry, and it was just past midnight; this was just as good a time as any to try and master his new strength and abilities as a vampire.

What he's not been able to tell anyone was the fact that becoming a half vampire seemed to have created something in him, something scary and wild and just out for blood and death, and tonight, he's letting out of its cage.