Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

The wooden palisade encircling the entire are of what would be the future gates of the city of Necron showed up in front of Rezar just before sunup the next morning. It wasn't as abandoned as he expected as there were ants moving back and forth, carrying wood and fruits to go store within the impromptu mines the moles had dug. The Melves were also busy, some of them were working under the guidance of a goat man? If memory serves well Rezar knew they were called Satyrs, or was it Fauns?

Rezar watched as a significant patch of land had been overturned, and was currently being tilled by some of the moles, by dragging their extremely long claws through the earth. Some of the elves had noticed his presence, and the moment the first of them gave an awkward bow, the rest of them immediately followed, with the Satyr being even more awkward than they were. Rezar found it amusing, but this was a work in process, even he didn't know how to react to being bowed to.

Rezar waved at them and then continue forwards, before getting to the edge of the cove, surprisingly enough there was an elevator of sorts there, but considering it was made from wood and some simple pulley system, he didn't really understand, it seemed a bit shoddy.

But he didn't need it though, he'd very much prefer jumping from the edge as the sound of the wind rushing past his ears gave him such a rush, and so he did just that, coming to a gentle stop over a well-trodden path. And for the first time in a day, he decided to take a look at his territory.

It was still somewhat bare, but there were quite a few people and also some new buildings were actually being put up. To the east was a massive warehouse that was actually built into the eastern wall of the cove, and a simple glance at it, showed Rezar that it was a storage facility. Another look showed that there were a lot more Giant fire ants and forest wolves walking around town, some of which were mounted and being used as beasts of burden to help with the construction effort. Rezar noticed another new face, a woman who was talking with Alistair, pouring over what looked like a blueprint.

"it's beautiful isn't it?" a voice asked behind Rezar as he watched on, he turned to see Priest standing there with some white robes with gold trimmings and a rather gaudy priest hat.

"I've just been gone two days and two nights." Rezar said, completely shocked by the serious amount of change and advancement the village was going through.

"This is what happens when you have capable people serving you. Alistair has been doing really well with the town planning and is actually currently laying proper plans for the city and has even had the system begin construction on a sewer system and an underground city that would also spread into the walls of the cove itself. We've had two new people joins; a farmer and an architect.

Growing food and developing a unique architecture of our own is not too far off, Alistair especially needs her help since expanding the village would need a significant amount of input from her, not to mention a few designs to integrate with their technology. Lenore has been in charge of security, she's like a general trying to keep the kingdom safe, and Gynaika has been quite the leader figure in your absence. She's tried her best to take care of the elves, and have made sure that everyone has enough to eat, and a proper place to sleep.

Your undead captains have kept the other undead and the moles busy with gathering resources, but if you ask me their potential is being wasted. They're bread and created for conflict and war, building a city doesn't sit well with them so they've been a little bit awkward with what they have been doing. So I would advise you give them something to do that's more up their alley, but also…. I think it's about time we get back to your training seeing as you've painted a big ass target on Necron before it's gotten strong enough to defend itself! And in saying this with the utmost respect, but your Majesty Rezar the Bone King of Morte Bianca, you're much too weak to have a title or have already given a name to your future kingdom, that's a fucking open challenge to every faction out there.

Even the Goblin King only called himself king and didn't have the guts to go so far as to carve out a kingdom for himself. When he knows he's not powerful enough to withstand d the onslaught of those who would want to take it from him. In Elysium you don't level a territory into a kingdom, your words, your actions, and your people make you king and make you a kingdom. You need allies, so while you just got back, be prepared to leave again. We're taking that dryad south to the towns owned by the merchant company to strike a deal and get a trade agreement at least.

After that we have to figure out a way to get the Tailed fox village to hand the dungeon in their territory to us, or better yet find a way to sell the rights of it to us while we come up with a profitable deal. That dungeon would give you an endless amount of undead from the monsters you kill and raise, and it would be a perfect environment of level up your skills. However right now, walk through your territory, make more plans, you did plan a meeting after all.

Then once that's done, we will begin training again, before hitting the road. As much as I hate to say it Rezar, you've gotten cocky and arrogant, and if I don't curb that attitude soon, it would lead us all to ruin. Now I believe its time you go properly inspect yourself and your territory, and also I believe you can now pick as many classes as you want. The true secrets to getting stronger isn't about leveling up a class, it's about having enough classes so that leveling them up would give you bonus stats and increase your true base power. With enough magic even a simple skill if trained to a high enough level can level an entire city." And with his piece said Priest marched away, leaving Rezar feeling very solemn and very stupid.