Party

Rezar didn't want to get his face smashed in, so he obediently stopped what he was doing and followed after a fuming Lenore. He was thankful she didn't do anything else to him, but then again even with him following behind her, he still had a throng of sixty plus zombie moles following after him, and they walked and acted much like zombies did with the exception of Screet and Neema of course.

Eventually the got to the cabin that served as Lenore's office and home, there were a couple of slaves standing there, with the youngest being about thirteen, and the oldest twenty-five. There were three of them there, and the moment they saw him and Lenore approach, they seemed to stand at attention. Then Lenore turned to Rezar and started speaking.

"I asked you for 20 zombies every three days, I reckon that's how long they should be able to last with your level of skill, this much is a waste, and not for me, but for you. Because believe me when I tell you, even if you just delivered sixty zombies, you're still going to deliver the twenty I asked for. Once operations with the moles start, there should be no hitch or halt. Do you have anything to say about that?" She asked, with a look that said she was challenging Rezar to argue with her.

"We'll all what you've said is true, or would have been true if my skill wasn't a bit higher than you think it is. These moles would last for another fourteen days, you can just pay me as previously agreed, the extra 40 is just a first time bonus, sort of an apology for being such an ass. After the two weeks' elapse, then I'll work under the parameters that we've previously agreed upon, that way we don't wipe the entire cavern of its cavern mole population." Rezar said to her with a smile.

But as for whether this was really an apology, Lenore called bullshit. In the time she's known Rezar, though it hasn't been for long, she's had a little insight into the kind of character she had, and she knew Rezar was not the kind of person to forgive and forget. Not after what had happened to him and the part she played. She's always lived her life imagining the person next to her was a worse person than she was, and if she was in his shoes, she would probably have poisoned herself already to get revenge.

They both knew this was just a ploy, but for some reason Lenore didn't have the courage to call him out on his ploy. Rezar was playing a game, and she was involved but she just couldn't stop him. She shook her head as she turned to the group of people standing in front of her Cabin. Then she turned to Rezar.

"These four are slaves, but they have a rather special status so under no circumstances are they to be hurt. All you have to do is take them into the first floor of the dungeon and clear it, I'm sure you're stronger now, and with your ability to raise anything you kill I expect this should be a breeze for you. You will party up with them and help them train." Rezar raised an eyebrow as he felt annoyance begin to simmer in the pit of his stomach.

"Basically you're telling me that I have to party with them, and clear an entire dungeon by myself while the siphon my hard earned exp, and above all that I have to make sure that not even a single one of them is hurt?" Rezar asked with an annoyed look on his face.

"That's just about it yeah, should they get hurt, you'll lose a limb, but should anyone of them die….im afraid you wouldn't live to see the light of day, whether or not it's your fault Necromancer." Lenore answered as she pulled out a medallion with miniature crystal ball in the middle.

"This is a party Medallion, Boris you'll be the party leader and you'll be responsible for distributing the loots after the monsters have been killed. Make sure to keep Rezar on a tight leash and close to you guys. But let me warn you…..you will have no guards and no protection! In that dungeon the things you should fear the most are not the monsters, but rather death!

And he's walking with you all. So for all your sakes, keep the prissy noble attitude to a minimum and you won't drive him enough to the wall that he decided to throw caution to the wind and then kill you. I'm sure you know well enough, that if he kills you…. you aren't coming back." Lenore said to the 25-year-old looking slave.

"I Understand Forewoman Lenore, we will try out best not to antagonize the cursed being." And he spoke with such a straight face that it was hard to even imagine that he was being extremely condescending. Rezar narrowed his eyes and Lenore shook her head with a sigh before turning to Rezar.

"I don't care how you do it, but keep yourself under control. For every level each of them gain, you'll be paid five gold coins. And if you're efficient enough, you might be called upon again to render the same services. This is a job, not an order or a command, and it's not one that you can refuse either way, but still just do your best and don't fuck it up. You're already geared up and so are they, so you guys can move out now, ill lead you to the entrance of the dungeon." Rezar just turned his head to the side after Lenore had finished speaking, there was nothing he could do about it, it really sucked being a slave and no in control of your own life.

{Boris Ravenheart has invited you into the part Young Legends Arise, you cannot refuse this invitation. Invitation accepted. Loot distribution has been set to Party Leader Allocation]

Party: Young Legends Arise

Leader: Boris Ravenheart (Slave lvl0) (Noble lvl 14) (Holy Warrior lvl0) (Defender lvl0)

Member: Marie Ravenheart (Slave lvl0) (Noble lvl8) (White Witch lvl0) (Light Mage lvl0)

Member: Reinhart Milton (Slave lvl0) (Noble lvl 10) (Grey Knight lvl2) (Iron Ranger lvl6)

Member: Rezar Deathwind (Intermediate Slave lvl9) (Intermediate Miner lvl9) (Intermediate Necromancer lvl 9) (Death Reaper lvl 1)

It was funny because thirteen-year-old, who Rezar had taken to be Reinhart, was higher leveled than the other two who were much older than he was. Boris looked twenty-five, and Marie looked seventeen or a little older. Reinhart turned to Rezar and cocked his head to the side before asking a question.

"What sort of class is a death reaper?" the moment he asked that question, Lenore turned around sharply, maybe she didn't mean to show it, but Rezar could see as her breath hitched in her throat. Looks like the death reaper wasn't the kind of class people played around with. Rezar turned to the young boy who looked just a bit younger than him and said.

"Pray you never have to find out Reinhart…. however, a death reaper...is a death bringer, all he does is bring…. death!"