Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Chapter 147: Merchants (VIII): Strangers At Sea

It took a week for there to be any sort of response from the Dustin Crowe Merchant company, however within that time, the population of the city had grown immensely, it was hard for people to make the choice to come and be a part of a city that was filed by a death class holder, but with the roads being built, Rezar and his kingdom was literally in the spotlight of everyone within this stretch of the Kerwood Forest and Bahrenburg. But the arrival of the Dustin Crowe Merchant company was as imposing and violent as Rezar expected.

They knew facing Rezar on land or within the confines of the forest was no less than suicide, Which was why they came with ships, and not just simple merchant vessels. These were warships with magical cannons and filled to the broke with soldiers, guards and adventurers ready to lay waste to Necron city. This would be Rezar's first encounter on the sea, and he and his people were Ill prepared to face it. But he was not afraid, frankly speaking he had too many Trump cards, and the territory had a significant amount of defended against attacks.

It would give him enough time to cause as much Havoc as he could before the damage gets too much, and once he's done that. Victory would be assured, though there would be some losses to infrastructure. Rezar stood on the beach, a place he has hardly spent enough time on in the past, but right now he couldn't help but admire the white sand that crunched beneath his boots. He looked left to the pier that had been built, unlike the blueprints that required wood, Alistair and Melves modifications had made it out into one of smooth polished stone, with enough space for two whole to dock.

Rezar looked at the seven ships in the distance, and watched as one of them lowered down a lifeboat that slowly made its way towards the pier. Lenore was right besides him, along with Priest while Screet stood in front of his master, the Mole-man ever ready to take on the worst the world has to throw for his master. Gynaika and Jason were busy getting the residents to safety through the secret tunnels and bunkers that had been built.

Rezar knew a lot of people would be simply pissed because he existed, so he had made provisions for contingencies. He'd rather not get caught with his pants down and lose what he considered most valuable in his territory, and that was the people in it. On the lifeboat, Quentin could be seen, along with a stout man with quite a bit of but and a receding hairline of golden blond hair, and a woman who looked to be the same age as the man, looking roughly in her 50s and dressed in an ornate red cloak that covered her entire body. She had the same golden blond hair, but it was pulled back into a bun.

"What do you say master? Should we just kill them all before they get ashore? I'm sure we can wipe out those ships if we put in a little more effort." Screet asked as he swung his staff onto his shoulder, looking like a fabled monkey king from a story long lost in Rezar's mind.

"Seriously Rat! Would you keep you impulsive blood lust in check! Can't you see the lifeboat is waving a white flag, they come in peace. Killing them would be dishonorable before hearing what they have to say, but you're an undead, I'm probably expecting too much from you." Lenore said to Screet as she flicked imaginary dirt from her fingernails.

"Well I don't expect much from a whore like you either, perhaps you want us to take off our breeches and spread open our assholes so that they can fuck us in all sort of colorful ways.. but then again what's going through your mind could be quite worse, so I'm probably expecting too much from you too." Screet replied with a huff as he turned his head back towards the sea.

Rezar on other hand was severely shocked, who would have thought that these two had this much bad blood between the two of them. But looking closer he realized it wasn't as if they hated each other, they were just faced with an Enemy they couldn't easily punch or face on equal grounds, sure Lenore could probably blast them to thy kingdom come, but her spells didn't have enough range to cover all seven ships, so they were pretty much limited in what they could do and they felt a little helpless, which was why they were easing the tension by being rude to each other.

Rezar furrowed his eyebrows, Screet was different. Not that his form had changed or anything, but the Mole-man was more.. alive. His emotions were slowly growing and becoming real which was weird cause he's supposed to be an undead without the ability to feel emotions, but now... Rezar could feel annoyance, irritation, pride and worry from him. It was completely unexpected and it left him with questions.

The lifeboat eventually came to a stop by the pier, Quentin jumped over, his hands on a pair of axes hanging off his belt as he stood guard for the two people who Rezar suspected were siblings, or just two people who looked really alike. The guards who were rowing the boat quickly got off and stood at attention behind the two people as they looked solemnly at Rezar, ready and prepared to fight should the situation call for it.

"I believe you invited us here for a chat... Your Majesty." The woman said as she gave a simple dip of her head in a bow that for all intents and purposes was meant to mock Rezar and his claim of sovereignty.

"And I believe you owe me an apology, but then again you don't seem like you're here to deliver and apology. So who the fuck are you, and when do you want to fight, I'd very much prefer if we got the bullshit out of the way, my patience runs thin." Rezar said as he cracked his neck from left to right, his eyes slowly turning red and gold, and for the first time since both people stepped their foot on the pier, the prideful expressions shifted.