RP:Savrix's Introduction

Throne Room

Reginae slithers around the sleek polished floor of the throne room, very eager to meet the first naga since her rebirth into time. It should have been a grand occasion, but in the back of her mind, her blood boiled. A kindred race, a superior being to match her own cunning and skill; it was exactly what she'd hoped for. A necessary key to rally the forces of her home land and take back what had been lost to time, age, and water damage. Shards of refracting light glitter the low-lit room through the amber setting in the royal scepter. It would be hers to guide the future with soon enough. A shift in the winds informed her of another's presence, her body grew taunt…prepared for whatever was to come through the throne room doors.

Savrix slithered into the throne room, not truly sure what to suspect. His ebon scales glided quietly through the thin layer of water. Spying the female, he almost gasped, but was able to keep himself in check. Stopping, about ten feet away from her, he inclined his head, "Greetings."

Reginae tucked her fangs away behind her lips and gave him a dangerous smile, the kind of smile that sent the blood running cold. Of course, she didn't expect him to flinch away from her and he did not disappoint. "Greetings," she echoed, moving closer to him, a small circle forming in the water beneath their scales. They were pure contrast. Her skin and scales were white, seamlessly clean and glistening. His was a rich shadow, like the creator had dipped him into the night sky. Her slit pupils quivered with excitement. It was unusual, but she was torn between fighting him (because she knew only another Naga would suffice as a sparing partner) and fighting beside him. It was a delicate balance between instinct and logic. "I was beginning to think I was the only one left." She met his gaze with a concentrated glare, a slender smirk on her lips. "I'm pleased to see that's not the case. What is your name?"

Savrix couldn't help but scowling, not because he was unhappy, quite the opposite, but a scowl was his neutral expression. He sat there, in silence for a few moments, looking at the female of his kind. He judged her, and harshly. When he spoke, his voice was devoid of emotion, "My name is Savrix, I would give you a family name, but those are incredibly irrelevant at the moment." He motioned out towards the courtyard, "We are apparently not the first to return. In my time I do not remember a Ha-Naga by the name of Nakazo, but I do remember a priest with that name. Either he grew arrogant and claimed that title, or it was bestowed upon him." Shifting slightly, "And what is it that I should call you?"

Reginae had seen the gardens, the plague with the name etched carefully in stone. It was strange to see that level of care in anything old. More had been here…but where had they gone? Her nose wrinkled, as if she'd eaten something sour or bitter. If that was true, it was possible that the heir had already claimed her throne. "But if that was so, we would have a Queen. Do you know where she is?" Her eyes settled on him heavily, daring him to produce evidence that someone else was leading her revolution. Her dreamed position. "Our suspension has only strengthened our need to remind this filth who we are, what power our race once possessed and will again rise to." Slithering side to side, gliding like a dream across the palace floor, she stopped before the throne with lusting eyes. It -would- be hers to control and command, and she would bleed any creature dry that stood in her way. "So what do you think then Savrix?"

Savrix spat out words as if they were venom, "If there was a Queen, she has long since abandoned her post, and is no longer deserving of that throne." Looked at her, his eyes following her every movement, almost entranced. He saw the greed, the pain, the anger, and he felt his face growing into a wicked grin, "Any ruler of our people who could successfully do what you have suggestion would be known as the greatest of our Queens. Though, with our current numbers, that task would be all but impossible." The smile faded from his face, replaced with his usual scowl. He remained in his original spot, finding it unnecessary to move from it.

Reginae smirked. Of course, what he spoke was truth. If there was a Queen, if the heir had been reborn…she was long since gone. There was hardly a drop of blood to found anywhere in the palace. It was clear that nothing had changed beyond the marker in the garden. Whatever previous plan had been hatched…had not gone as planned. The woman's hands came together, clasping the possibilities like newfound strings of hope for succession. It would be up to whoever remained to craft out a suitable place in the world for their kind. And it was the two in the throne room who held the sway of the 'public' opinion. "We thrive best in impossible." Silence slipped between them while she pondered the possibilities. "We must continue to seek out others…increase our ranks…" Her attention fell back to Savrix. "Do you support this cause?"

Savrix met her gaze, his blood red eyes piercing into her own, and he stayed that way for a few moments, in utter silence. After a few moments, which seemed much longer than that, he spoke, "It is almost foolish to even ask that question. Of course I want to see our people returned to their former glory. Any of our kind who would say otherwise should be tried as traitors. However... I am not sure if you are the Queen we, as a people, need. I don't know you, I've never heard of you. Why are you more qualified to lead than any others?"

Reginae laughed a chillingly cold sound that filled the throne room. "Who else is there?" Her laughter cut off abruptly after she spoke, she moved towards him quickly and quietly, small scales on her tail almost perked off her reptilian flesh. "I am next of kin to Lady Jaize. Next in line for the monarchy that we lead our lives beneath. You may not know my name, but you should know hers." Their eyes locked for a short time, she could tell they were breaths away from either accepting each other as allies or ripping each other apart. "I do not know your name yet I would trust your skill as you are Naga. What else do you require? Are you so picky that you would draw my blood and challenge my claim? If I raised an army of undead from the sea and took this land you would have no say in the matter!" Flecks of venom spilled from her speech, and she stood there, waiting for him to either attack her or agree. There was little room for subtleness in their culture.

Savrix laughed, a hollow, empty, and hauntingly dark laugh, "Then, I will accept you. Had you attempted to quell my inquisition with 'reason' I would have ripped out your throat and been done with you." Something about his words would allow her to realize that he spoke the truth. Regaining his composure, "However, I should remind you, we are so very few, and that relying on your 'relation' to the heir to the throne is completely useless. If you want it, you will have to take it. Do not ask, do not question, simply do, and if Jaize comes forth, you will have to kill her. That is the price of taking the throne, and, if you cannot do that, I suggest you move aside." There was a sense of finality in his voice. If she agreed to his 'terms', he would serve her, but if she proved too weak for the task, he would likely attempt to kill her.

Reginae smiled a sense of satisfaction in just the words he spoke about slaying the rightful heir. "It would be my pleasure," she responded, flexing an empty hand that slowly shifted to appear as a claw. Relation or not, the woman was swift and ruthless. It seemed that they had that in common. “In a night's time, return here." She instructed, cocking her head to the side, daring him to challenge her words. "We will further discuss a plan to right was time has altered. Our cunning and skill is what sets us apart. It will prove itself in our task."

Savrix bowed his head, "As you wish. As you are willing to commit to my... expectations, of a new Queen, I will follow you. Do not make me regret that decision." There was no hint of malice in his voice, not any longer. Perhaps it was because he had finally found a queen to follow. That had always been his destiny, as a male, anyway. All he could hope to do now would be to become indispensable. He met her gaze again, "As is your right to know, I am a necromancer. My talents lie within the realm of dark sorcery and controlling and manipulating the dead. I have also likely been out of stasis longer than you, and might know a tiny amount more than you about the current workings of the world. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. Looking ignorant in front of me wouldn't pose an issue, but if we are going to return to our rightful places, we must not seem hindered to the others that inhabit this world."

Reginae dipped her head thankfully. "I am willing to learn what I have missed, and we will create what we need for the rest. The politics of this land will be the key in climbing the ranks. Thank you, Savrix." Her fangs retracted and she spoke with a collected tone. They were allies now. They were bonded by more forces than could be explained to someone beyond their culture.

Savrix nodded his head, "I suppose the first thing to be said, is that the lesser races have mutated immensely since being pulled of time, but, in seventy thousand years, what can you expect? Humans seem to be the most prominent, and they... are essentially rabbits. Short lived, mass breeding capabilities, and, after all amounts of classification, rodents." That statement was ironic, seeing as how all naga were gifted with the ability to appear as a human, gifted to the by the Dark Three many years ago.

Reginae would nod, expecting as much from what little she knew of things in the realm now. Humans had a smell, a taste left behind in the air around them, of arrogance. Their skin was soft and their minds easily twisted. “I’m sure their race will come in handy, for something.” The skill and shape-shifting ability of the Naga ranged from human to orc to avian. Almost anything their heart desired; which made them such wonderful and powerful, manipulative races. “Do the human’s claim a king? Claim a ruler? Do any of the races?” She asked, forming maps and plots in her mind of places to strike or creatures to barter with.

Savrix shook his head, "The races do not seem to be completely unified as ours is. The humans especially. The drow almost all rally under the banner of House D'Artes, lead by the Patron Tiphareth. We would do well to attempt to ally with him. Even with our might, I do not believe we could supplant him without taking unacceptable losses. The kingdomof Enchantmentis ruled by the Archdruidess Thea. Frostmaw is ruled by a feline by the name of Satoshi. Larket is run by Queen Jacklin, though her presence has been negligible as of late. The dragon Tristram has returned to rule Gualon, and Kasyr and Redhale rule Vailkrin. This world is divided up by political boundaries, and has been in relative peace for quite some time. Speaking of peace, which reminds me of war, The warlord Eboric has recently taken over Venturil. If there are any other nations, they simply are too small or unimportant to be of note, or are currently without a ruler."

Reginae digested this information carefully, making notes in her mind. "I see…It's possible if we start taking over this areas outright that the others will rally to defend their rule. How are the alliances between these areas? Do they support other races in their domain?"

Savrix shakes his head, "To be completely honest, I have absolutely no idea. I assume, however, if we begin to move on any location, they will see us as a threat, and band against us. We must play at diplomacy fist, as much as I hate to say it. The world has changed much since last we strode upon it. Aramoth is no longer worshiped as fervently, and they seem content in their peace. If we strike first, I fear we will find ourselves surrounded on all sides, and even we could not stand against that tide. Not now, anyway."

Reginae looks toward Savrix, nodding her head in agreement. "Then it is decided. We must start with the political side if we have any chance of success. I will attempt to collect a few informants in the meantime…and we can focus the bulk of our efforts in restoring sectors of the city. We have an advantage, as we are below ground and water at this point…I'm not sure how long that advantage will stand with hordes of vermin driving against our borders." The woman rolls agile digits through strands of silver-woven hair, thoughtful and attentive. "I thank you for your assistance, and will see you rewarded when my rule is official. Though, within these walls, I dare say we are the diplomacy of our lands as there are no other voices to speak beyond ours.

Savrix looks down at the ground, scowling at his own reflection in the water, "That is unfortunately so. Perhaps more of us will escape the cells of our time prison, but, even if they do, it could be tomorrow, or it could be several hundred years hence. We shall have to remain vigilant. That is even assuming the naga who come through are willing to accept your rule. Perhaps they could be persuaded, but... we are... tenacious, as a species." He smiles, a wicked smile, "I cannot advise you where to start seeking allies first, not yet, anyway, but I can, however, say that I will endeavor to find this out myself. Perhaps I will attempt to get an audience with the kings of Vailkrin..."

Reginae lifts an snowy eyebrow in his direction, "You think they might be persuaded to join our cause?"

Savrix shakes his head, "Honestly, I don't know, but if we are to conquer, why not ally ourselves with the undead. I have a certain... familiarity with the necromantic forces. I feel it may be as good of a place to start as any. Unless you would rather I not?"

Reginae dispels his suggestion with a shake of the head. "No, they seem to be the best place to start. I've heard that our lands are linked in some way, so it might be a good place to start a defense to keep future enemies at bay. A guard, if you will. I think it's a wonderful plan. I will try to send them some missives, see who I can get in contact with or see where we can get council."

Savrix nods his head, "I agree with your sentiments exactly. I do believe Rynvale would be a good place ot start our raiding, when we get up to it. It is a coastal city, which means we will get to play in our element. It is run by a council of High Elves, but I don't believe it has any strong, centralized government."

Reginae smiles, "A lot of resources and swords for hire. I can't think of a better place. I don't think pirates are normally the noble breed, of any race or culture. They might be quick to join our forces with promises of the riches we will gain in our endeavors."

Savrix nods, "If we are going to suceed in this world, at least, at this point in time, we are going to have to recruit the lesser races to fill our ranks. I can make a small army... but, typically speaking, small armies don't often win wars."

Reginae shrugged a bit, her slender shoulders falling into rank with the rest of her frame. "Trying to use force here will not aid us. We must play the role of involved and dedicated examples of our species and when the time is right, we might choose to unleash our gathered forces. A small army...would ensure we were destroyed before we had a moment to bask in the thought of victory." Her eyes linger on him as she speaks, "That is not to say I do no appreciate or value your skills in necromancy. I'm sure I will call upon your aid quite frequently when the day arrives."

Savrix nods his head, "If you had suggested we use force in this delicate time, I would have begun to question my sanity in choosing to follow you. Vailkrin is a good place to start, after that, who knows?" He couldn't help but smile, this time, a tad bit more genuine. Perhaps the naga weren't a doomed race after all. Hell, they might even have a chance, provided proper leadership and careful guidance. That is why he was here, above all else, is to make sure that the naga are remembered and respected.

Reginae slithered to his side across the watery floor and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Who knows indeed." With that, she gives him a solid smile.

Savrix returns to an impassive visage, "There is plenty of work to be done. I am honestly surprised the castle has not crumbled in on itself in disrepair. Completely opposite of that, it looks well taken care of. However the rest of our glorious city is in shambles, destroyed by the passing of time..."

Reginae said to Savrix, "That will be the start of our efforts in the meantime, while we gain allies above ground. To find some hands to help repair our city. It will be slow going...but I know we can do it. It will inspire more to join our ranks if we have a place to call home. Can you imagine our brothers and sisters waking to a fully functioning city? It will be glorious, and our names will be etched in the new founding stones."

Savrix scowled, "I could care less where my name be represented. Yours, if you truly become Queen, should be remembered. If we return to prominence, then I might start wondering if I should etch my name somewhere... until then, that is well beyond my realm of caring."

Reginae laughed. "Have it your way. We will return, I'm certain. Be it by my influence, yours, or any others. We were not created to sit patiently and give leave to lesser things. We are warriors and champions, and the world will be reminded of such very soon."

Savrix nods his head, "That is true, but we currently only have two 'champtions'. I don't doubt either of our abilities, but the humans range in the thousands, same with most of the other races, at least. Will we even be able to survive long enough to see any of our plans come to fruition. We cannot expect to win unless we have more soldiers. Allies will only get us so far..."