Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Rezar made his way to the foreman in charge of this sector of the valley, he might have been here for all of five hours but even he knew that he would not be becoming bunk mates or best buddies with anyone else. He was too dangerous, and if he wanted to actually enjoy a proper second life even as a slave, he would very much like to be kept away from others.

When he reached the foreman's hut, he had reassessed his knowledge as it was forewoman rather than a man. She was thin, had on round wire rimmed spectacles and wore baggy clothes that did nothing in keeping her curves hidden. Her red hair was sprayed all over the side as she worked on a ledger, biting her lower lip for good measure.

Rezar's fifteen year old body still remembered what it was like to get aroused by a woman, and while he tried hiding it, the rough hemp clothes he had on could not keep the beast caged.

"It would be in your best interest to keep your desires caged Rezar, for one you would never get a chance to touch me, two you have death all over you, not even the whores of corner market would want to spread the diseased vaginas for you, so take my advice. As soon as you're in the mines, cut it off!"

Rezar could not help but swallow hard and take a few steps backwards, she was mean and her words rapidly killed whatever enthusiasm his little brother might have mustered at her appearance. Now it was nothing like the raging lion it once was, but rather a cowardly cat mewling at the feet of its master. She nodded her head then looked up at Rezar, deep red eyes stared back at him as a memory came to the forefront of his mind.....she was a demon.

"Now seeing you white hair and very annoying blue eyes, I think it's safe for me to assume that you now have a death class. As such you really can't stay near anyone; this is as much for your safety as it is for everyone else in the camp. So you'll be living in the mines, there's a stretch of uncharted and unexplored natural caves in the north-western quadrant. Necessities would be given to you, but you're only allowed back into town once every week and only for two hours.

You would summit your entire quota for the week on that day, then get your rations and exchange any extra ores for real money, though that would be useless to you, or barter it in exchange for something else. I'll make sure to keep others away from you, so please make my job easier and keep away from the normal people. Your sentence is for life, unlike most that would eventually get their freedom, so take the area allocated to you and make it yours. Deliver your quota on time and don't try to cheat me by mixing rocks with the stygian ore and you would not be having any problem, do you understand?"

All Rezar could do was nod his head in agreement, this was much better than he could have asked for. He didn't think he was a loner of any sort, but honestly, this was probably the only way he would be able to survive without any sort of problems. In the face of survival, the need for social interaction didn't mean shit to him, besides it was going to be a long eternity, Rezar knew he was going to make a friend.....eventually.

The forewoman who up till now had still not give her name to Rezar got up and walked out, Rezar followed behind her and tried his best not to stare at the ass jiggling in front of him. Once again he was subjected to stares and sneers until she led him to the entrance or at least one of the entrances of the Lobotar stygian mines. There were tracks and carts on them going in and coming out, however there was a somewhat abandoned track that had a sort of pulley like car/cart.

There were supplies in it already, Rezar could make out a mining pick, shovels, plates, pots, cups, somewhat dull looking knives, blankets, tents, and a somewhat dull sword and dented shield that looked as if they had seen better days, along with a spear that for all intents and purposes was a harpoon.

There were three big casks in the three meter wide cart; Rezar reckoned they were filled with water, and quite a few other things, even books. Looks like someone went through a lot of trouble to make sure Rezar was taken out of the hair of everyone.

If making him comfortable will keep him away from everyone else, then they were all too happy to keep him comfortable. There was an extended platform behind the cart where someone could stand and use the pulley to push it forward, unlike normal carts that seemed to move automatically and with the help of magic, this seemed to be manual.

"Well then Rezar, I honestly don't care if you die, even the weapons given to you might not be enough to fend the creatures of the dark within those caves, but hopefully you really are the son of death and she doesn't call you back to her bosom any time soon. Stay away from my mines and my town and you wouldn't have to worry about me tearing you apart, now get the fuck off my property."

Scary did her no justice, this woman was terrifying, but somehow Rezar just found her all the more appealing. Honestly he had noticed something so far, he was without fear. Not that he could master and conquer his fear; no he was literally incapable of fear. He could be surprised, but to be afraid seemed impossible, which was why as he got on top of the car/cart and began working the pulley, he turned to her and said.

"See you later Red." And then the squeaky sound of his cart faded into the darkness as the mouth of the mines seemed to swallow him hole, or rather to some, it seemed as if the darkness embraced him, and the forewoman affectionately called red was left watching with a raised eyebrow.

"Well aren't you a peculiar fellow Rezar Deathwind....hmmmm." and then she turned and went back to her station. She had work to do, and as the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind. Rezar was the mine's problem now, and as for her she still had thousands to deal with. Life goes on.