Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Durga paced frantically within the massive tent, Roran was out of big chains and completely uncomfortable to be back in this place. The last time he was here, Durga's third eldest daughter was melting into a black puddle after being poisoned by her pregnancy. It was one of the few times Roran was genuinely scared for his life, but he really had no way to control himself. There's never been records of a race like his own, he was literally a living breathing alchemy pot, but yet he was incapable of being bred...No! Thank use the word bred was to demean himself as the orcs have always done. He was a person who was alive, but because of what he was it seems he's incapable of ever finding love or having a family like he so desperately desires.

This was what he had always looked forward to the most in his entire life, and that was a chance to actually make something out of his life, to be free of the orcs. Even if he still had to be a slave, he wanted to be free enough to make his own decisions and deal with the consequences of his actions. To have some semblance of a real and all of the joys that come with it. Roran looked up at the incredibly tall orc and swallowed, he wasn't afraid of Durga, he was way past he point if being scared of these people who had kept him captive ever since he was nothing more than a child, but despite not being afraid, Durga was extremely imposing today.

His form seemed larger and the way he spoke seemed to cause tremors to reverberate through his body and bones. There was a presence to him that made his words have even more of an impact than normal, and crazy enough this was also a similar aura that he had felt from the necromancer, the person who had wanted to buy him, the one they kept on calling the bone King. Roran wasn't too sure if the bone King was sincere in his aim to purchase him, in fact he wouldn't be stupid as to think that he was doing it from the kindness of his heart, he had seen to many shit and have been disappointed too many times to have flights of fantasy like that.

This world wasn't kind, this was a lesson he has had to learn the hard way for a very young age. He had to have it beaten into him countless times by the orcs; to understand that this life had no balance, that there was no good in it and everything you had or gained was by what you could scrounge and claw for with you own two hands, with your own power. Might makes right, and opportunity doesn't come but once, but when those with power decide to give it out to those who don't have power.

"Roran I'll get straight to the point and cut you a deal. From the moment you leave this tent, you cease to be a slave of the orcs, but instead you will be a slave to a death class holder. Unlike the orcs who owned your entire physical being, the Bone King Rezar DeathWind will own your soul and spirit, he will own your mind just as much as he would own your soul. And he would twist you for his infernal and arcane purposes.

I know it would be unfair of me to demand so much from you when all I and my people have given you is heartache and pain, but believe me when I saw that I intend to make things right with you. I lost my daughter not to the intricacies of your race and it's severe breeding requirements, but because of my own greed for a new species of orcs that would sway the battlefield in my favor. I know now that I was wrong, and I want to make things right with you.

But I can not do that without your help Roran, there's an Enemy at our doorstep. As simple and nice as he might look, do not think for one second that he's a friend, Rezar DeathWind is literally called the son of death, in name and in trait. Wherever he goes death and destruction follows and you will not survive up to a month as his slave. It is not a fitting end for you, after all not the struggles you have honestly been through. So I promise you land, a caravan of slaves of your own, and freedom to come and go as you please without ever having to be experimented on and forced to breed with females that do not catch your fancy.

All I need you to do Roran, is make sure that Rezar DeathWind and his followers do not come back from their hunt for the black Wyrm. I know it is within your capabilities, so when you all are lost within the maze of the great canyons of Toromont, make sure that they are lost for good, and I guarantee you a happy and simple life, gold and riches unlike anything you've ever imagined. All I ask is that you make sure the bone King becomes bones in the ground itself.

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Szadin had provided holes for each and every single one of them, while it would be a bit difficult to hide the fact that they were obviously not orcs, it would be in his best interest to keep the identity of his undead away from the public eye. But Rezar thought the entire gesture was useless, he knew people and he knew rumors. By now despite Durga's best efforts, this grand horde would have already found out he was here, at least more than half of them anyways, and the hood would make them even more conspicuous to the searching eyes of the Battle hungry orcs.

Rezar was led across a vast field, but such would be hardly known by the sheer number of tents that dotted the landscape. Some of the tens had little or large fences in front of them to make lawns or tiny farms and gardens of sorts. Others had she'd built into them were a variety of crafts were being carried out in simple fashion. He noticed a few other demarcated buildings that seemed to be a place of worship, and through out their small March towards the gathering point, it was the most populated part of any household or tent hold?

The orcs were a bloody race, but from the look of things they are a religious one. Rezar could see quite a few orcs kneeling in front of elaborately carved statues, each with symbols similar to what he had found on the title and teleportation arch, and he could wisps of energy? Or at the very least a kind of sure and power that he has been feeling wafting off it.

He watched as orcs placed the skills of animals in front these statues and then slice open the necks of chickens, birds, rodents, small lizards and even a goat and cow. They would then let the blood pool into the skull, which would be full of teeth and Ruby red flowers of some sort. The orcs would pray and use the blood to draw markings on their bare skin, before taking what was left of the blood and pouring it over the head of the statues. In the process of pouring the blood, though he wasn't really sure, Rezar would swear he saw the symbols glowing and red haze of sort come out an encompass the forms of the orcs.

It didn't make much sense to him why things were like that, but it seems as if Elysium was becoming more spooky, of he really had some glitch in his mind and body about to go off. Rezar shifted his gaze forwards as they passed by another large tent with a compound that was a few hundred meters wide and held hundreds of female orcs. Rezar actually paused to watch the half naked females, bath themselves in milk and braid their hair with the teeth of dead creatures as heads, and then Pierce their lips and ears with thick, yet very small gold bars.

Safe to say the orcs had a rich culture, one that has obviously been passed down from generation to generation and has grown to become something so incredibly colorful and great. It was admirable, especially the part with the half naked orcs as Rezar can happily say his prowess as a man stretched towards the well defined and muscled form of female orcs. He really needed to do something about this virginity of his, he didn't think he was the kind of person to have held on to it this long, and right now, puberty was being a total bitch to him as he seems to be attracted to anything that was female and had boobs.

Rezar shook his head and kept his gaze to the front, eventually coming to edge of this great community, and joint up with almost two hundred other orcs and bunch of other races who annoyingly had their gaze plastered solely to Rezar's face. He ignored them and shifted his gaze to the Breone mountains to the north, and the canyons of Toromont north west, seems it was about time they set off.

"Well guys! Let's go hunt a big back snake."