84 Alistair the Muriel Elf

On his orders Lenore had gathered everyone at the foot of the plateau, there was much to be said and much to be done. The next decision he had to make had left him feeling a little confused; because if he had to be honest, he did not want to put anybody through the same hell he went through as a slave, but the thing is, you really couldn't trust anybody. Even Gynaika, the woman he's made a deal with to marry was still a slave, and that was strictly because he didn't trust her enough yet.

The limitations of a slave can be set by the owners of said slave, he could make things a little stricter, but he was thinking of using a different method. This Muriel elf were not like the traditional elves. They had fair skin, horns, and yellow eyes, and their hair was red, with a few streaks of different colors to differentiate amongst themselves. They were a new species, but he learnt they were an elf species more oriented to technology as opposed to high elves with their magic, dark elves with their assassination, hate for sunlight and contracts with spider monsters. Moon elves and their priestesses, illusions, wolves and severe worship of the moon goddess Athena.

The snow elves and their ice palace and really unfriendly attitude, and then the forest elves which were Elysium's version of environmentalist and eco-terrorist. That was what it was with most races, they were attuned to a specific kind of talent. And that helped their respective economy grow as the specialties made it possible for them to trade. And now there's the Muriel, a race that has not existed in Elysium since its founding, or maybe it did, but it was experiencing a resurgence. Never the less if there were a race attuned to technology, then it would only mean one thing. The frontiers being open wasn't just for the grab of land, but for the advent of a technological age, or at least Techno-magical age.

"I need all of you to pay attention to what I'm about to say. I'm sure you're scare, and you feel alone and you're not so sure of the future that lays ahead of you, even more so at this very moment when all you have to look up to is a death class holder that isn't human or any sort of race you know about.

If I were in your shoes I would be scared too, and I wouldn't trust me, that's smart. But frankly I doubt any one of you have a choice with this, your lives have pretty much ended as a town, many of the players from your village are gone and would be unable to respawn, not unless they get sent to another town, or completely removed from Bahrenburg itself. You've lost your Spire and your future is pretty bleak, but I will give you all a choice.

Your slaves now, my slaves. But I promise to give all of you your freedom in six months! And when that time comes you will be free to do whatever it is you want to do with your life. You can choose to stay. I hope, or you can leave and take your chances out in the wild lands of Bahrenburg as see if you can rebuild, or join some other town that's not so death inclined."

"What's the catch?" the elf that Rezar has so far noticed to be the leader of this group of over a hundred elves asked.

"Catch? There's no catch, why would they be a catch. You sound as if I'm trying to make a deal with you guys." Rezar said with a scoff as the elf asked.

"Aren't you?" Rezar rolled his eyes and said.

"Are you stupid or just pretending to be? You're my slaves now, frankly speaking you don't have much of a choice in this, even if I tell you to get to the top of the cove and jump into the sea to get your body smashed into pieces by the rocks waiting down there for you, you wouldn't be able to do anything but to agree. There's no catch to anything I've said, for six months, you all will work with me and help me make my territory into something meaningful, once that's done ill set you all free.

You can take my word for it, or don't. heck if you all work well and prove yourself I might consider setting you free a little early. I will keep my word, all I ask is that you use that big brain of yours and achieve something for my territory. And when the six months is over, you all can leave if you want to, or stay, as free citizens of Necron without being bothered by anyone. You will have job s, food, shelter and a chance to move your life forward. It's not really a choice, I'm just informing you all of my decision. And you come with me!" Rezar said to the leader elf.

His words were significant, he didn't want to see, like a tyrant, but he would not let anybody have power over him. He knows he'll keep his word, and these people would not suffer under his rule, however give them to light of a hand and they'll take him for granted and think they can plot behind his back. Or that might not be the case at all, but humanity is not trustworthy, they've never been and they never will.

"You seem to be the leader of the Muriel Elves? I see the way they look up to you. So where you the former Mayor of your destroyed town?" Rezar asked as he spoke to the elf away from prying eyes and listening ears.

"No! Not at all! I was the Mayor's assistant and the chief researcher of all our projects. Since we were what you would consider a craftsman town, with all of the residents having their projects consolidated under the Mayor, I was responsible for picking out projects, seeing which ones were good and allocating funding, resources and personnel for it. Other jobs included in depth city planning and expansion and I was also responsible for keeping and establishing diplomatic ties territories." Rezar raised an eyebrow as he looked at the elf.

"Are you guys a town or a company of some sort?" he asked surprised.

"Our Mayor is a player and much of our residents. When the event for the colonization of the Bahrenburg frontier started, many companies decided to take a bite out of it as it would be possible to establish another supreme power. The Muriel elf template was bought by the mayor, unlike most elves, were more like monsters in the fact that we're spawned. Some of the young ones were born though as the town can't spawn a Muriel elf below 10 years of age.

Anyway since it was a company that started the town, we followed that demographic and had everything work like a corporation. We had only begun to recently start trading with others, trying to raise funds, and get connections with the larger empires, theocracies, kingdoms and powers to help us stand, maybe even build an army of our own as our technology has only recently just touched upon weapons design and construction.

I made a mistake during a diplomatic visit with the Goblin King, I exposed what we were capable of and what we could achieve if he enters an alliance with us, and maybe give us soldiers to protect us from the eyes of other territories. The choice he made was to conquer us instead and have us slave for him… they burnt everything to the ground." Rezar looked at him for a moment, before turning his gaze towards the sea, night had already fallen but he could see as clear as day, and what he could see was beautiful.

"What's your name?" he asked the elf.

"My Name's Alistair Be'tui'to." That's a funny name, but he's an elf…, their names are always a mouthful.

"Well Alistair, from today henceforth you can resume your previous job as an assistant, except of course you'll serve me instead. I grant you your freedom, and for your people's sake… I hope you're loyal."

[You Have set Alistair Be'tui'to free from slavery]

[You Have hired an Assistant! Village Personnel list now open.]

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