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 Post subject: The Search Begins...
 Post Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 11:42 am 
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Unique Trait: Black Salamander Magus/Black Alondra Shamanistic blood
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The times were certainly changing around Vescrutia. A certain ominous calm had embraced Vescrutia. Through certain means Necro had been able to feel the insanity wiped from the very face of the planet. Every ounce of it's influence sucked away by Shinta's might. And with the insanity also went Khrona...his center focus for existing. He had done so much, shifted his entire being around, relinquished his sanity in order to achieve the level of power needed to bring an end to the entire Tensei blood line! To free Khrona from the hell that was his body and his mind... But now that was gone, his motive for being annihilated. He now simply wallowed Vescrutia. His purpose no longer present and with it his will to live... Tch how pathetic...what..what should I do now?He would ask himself, many lore and much wisdom were imbedded with Necro. Khrona had always told him stories, tales of the various places on vescrutia...and the powers that existed....

His crimson peepers shifted through the murky air of the Neo Everglads. It was like this pace had been covered in the color white itself. The slop matched the tree and every other piece of plant life here. Necro had come here on a whim, there was something here, khrona spoke to him before Necro left the Tensei family, He told him that there was a race of beings that were like him...that even though he was original created from Shabuto that the genetic material used from Khrona has of a being he fought and killed ages ago. Necro had come to find those very beings...this mysterious race of creatures... The Alondra...

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The Alondra were beings who lived in the darkest and murkiest of lands of Vescrutia. They once ruled a portion of the Neo Nightmare before it even ever held such a name. Beings said to hold incredible magical power wrought from being shamanistic demon bound to flesh. He would steadily release his influence into the area of the Glades. They were extremely territorial and didn't take kind to foreigner trekking their lands. But He moved without fear, this was the last thing Necro would take as being a truth from Khrona,and whether or not his final words held any merit. Necro was determined to find out. They'll come...I know it...

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Why have you come here...impostor?


A voice so soft, if he was to touch it's vibrations it would have reminded him of the silk that once clasped his body in his former life, garbs that spoken their utterances of nothing short of noble regalia. The swampy and murky expanse around him quivered when this voice spoke. As if it's decibels claimed dominion over this realm. His brow furloughed, it reminded him of the times the Mystic wood belonged to him. The sweet love and communication he once held with every ounce of life and death that ran through it's botany and multi-celled organisms.

He shook, it unnerved him, these odd sensations. He had discarded Allen the weaker version of himself that fell victim to heartbreak of the truest forms. That mongrel couldn't even hope to posses the amount of power he did now. So what gelled this being to call him an impostor?
I am Necro, an impostor I assure you I am not...

He spoke into the darkness, he began to allow his chakra to leak through the area around him, hoping to obtain a dominance of his own within the place the being dwelled, trying to fish the source of the voice out into the open or to at least understand that which made it...

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