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Tepet Makara	Somewhere in the many nations of the Hundred Kingdoms between the borders lies an abandoned town with a graveyard besides it. Just another unfortunate loss dragged into the many conflicts this region of the East which forced the villagers to flee to much peaceful lands. With the town abandoned, a stranger enters the untended resting place of corpses. The stranger wears a hooded cloak over his macabre armor. It appears as forged in soulsteel at first but it is a marriage of the deathly metal and moonsilver for it seems the armor has some moonsilver markings akin to tattoos. The markings seem to depict the far more malignant faces of Luna especially a many armed war goddess depicted in the chest plate, devouring demons and the enemies of the gods while wielding a panoply of weapons. Luna as a destroyer. The hooded figure then chants for necrotic energies converge around him
Fudou the Mountain	He is being watched although perhaps its not so obvious that this is the case. A large bird of prey, a hawk of some sort, observes these happenings from a tree on the edge of the graveyards outer most borders. It appears rather calm and perhaps disinterested, as most hawks seem to be .. Until the chanting begins. Then its attention turns towards the figure clad in the dark forboding armor..and the animal simply observes and waits.
Tepet Makara	The bleak energies converge into a sphere of black essence and then the necromancer begins to speak in a cold yet oddly familiar voice. "Corpses buried beneath Pasiap's embrace, I call you to rise under the command of your master!" The energies then slowly seeps around the gravestones as the necromancer's spell begins the process of resurrecting them. Due to him focusing on his spell, he does not notice the critters around him to prevent its disruption %
Fudou the Mountain	Keenly interested is this creature but it seems to know better then to attempt to disturb the ritual. LIkewise it remains where it is perched. A presumed 'safe distance' should things go wrong. For now it smiply continues to watch this strange happening, awaiting the final results.
Tepet Makara	The necromancer grits his teeth while continuing his chanting as he was surprised it's a bit tedious as he is only halfway there for the ritual's completion. The grave's suddenly shakes as if the bodies within are slowly becoming alive.
Fudou the Mountain	At that display, the hawk seems like it's had enough. It ascends upwards, away from the trembling earth. Away from the rising of silver essence and anima... And then back down again, this time unfolding itself into a monstrously huge, muscled, mammoth form. The warrior-titan Fudou the Mountain. He drops, falling to bended knee with a shuddering quake that rumbles along with the ground being disturbed by the rising dead. HIs warform on full immense display and sinew and muscle creaking as he stretches up to his full height. Still, he doesn't approach yet, even though his monstrous grand goremaul has likewise materialized resting now across his shoulders like the support pillar of a great temple.
Tepet Makara	And finally once the chant is done and the necromancer's tattoos both in his face and armor begin glowing with Luna's fickle majesty, the sphere dark essence the spreads out to the corpses around the graveyard and then the walking dead rise from their gravestones as the ritual was successful. "Arise my corpse servants, do as I tell you" He gives a stern command to the zombies as they wordlessly follow him. "Thank Luna that worked for the first time" The man gives a tired sigh of relief as he seems to be quite exhausted with how he cultivated his essence for the spell
Fudou the Mountain	"I'm not fond of using the bodies of the dead as tools. Even if, yes, there is some practicality to it..and they themselves are long gone but this...is not something I care for." Fudou's voice is lazy sounding. Almost bored. Not particularly disgruntled but it's telling his goremaul is out even though he unshoulders it and sets it heavily to the ground to use it to lean against. "What are you -doing- out here, Makara. Surely this isn't..just..practice." The mammoth lunar looks over the armor and then quips, "I can see why you hesitate to show that in Great Forks..."
Tepet Makara	"This is merely practice, the zombies will fade out anyway once they meet the sun" Makara then takes off his hood while looking at Fudou with surprise but considering he sometimes visits the Hundred Kingdoms, he shouldn't be. "I may use resurrected corpses but I do not seize the free will of souls especially if they didn't even do anything. I only do that to the most malevolent of wraiths" "Obviously I don't practice this in Great Forks even if it's another abandoned graveyard near the city, especially due to associations with the new enemy in Thorns and I do not want to cause misunderstandings." Makara then sighs again due to exhaustion. "And I see you finally saw my past life's legacy in the form of this armor"
Fudou the Mountain	"I doubt you'd be mistaken for being associated with Mask of Winters." remarks Fudou after a moment of consideration to the rest of his explanation. He just shakes his head. Apparently disliking something he heard but he doesn't dwell on it and instead continues, "But maybe so. I don't know much about these supposed Deathknights. I suppose if there's visual iconography associated with them and you look like them..then..people can jump to conclusions. Still.. most learned people won't.." He steps forward, hopping down a slope to rock the ground violently from his weight upon landing as he approaches the armored man. "..Yes.. Your legacy but not you. Remember?"
Tepet Makara	"Yes, my past life's legacy but I do not wish to repeat that like the last time I mentioned it. My past life was a spiteful warlord consumed by vengeance and by his dealings in the Underworld. Remember the necromancer mentioned during that meeting with Bright? He was my past life's student that wants to genocide the dragonblooded from the rest of Creation, even the ones that do not care about the Immaculate Doctrines" Makara then continues. "That man is no better than a blood thirsty shikari that wants our kind and the Solars gone, for I heard he wanted to destroy a family of dragonblooded who doesn't even participate in Wyld Hunts. The other reason I am practicing this art is in case he returns as preparation" "Although I may use necromancy, I hope I can lead souls to Lethe as repentance for my past incarnation's actions"
Fudou the Mountain	"I see no reason to atone for something I personally did not do." remarks Fudou bluntly. "But I suppose there's no harm in righting old wrongs. Still, you should consider that the goal of wiping out or at least subjugating the dragonblood for the past betrayels is not something unique to your past life or past lifes student. In fact it is likely chance and circumstance that has you here as it is. Many lunars have this belief due to being connected to those old days. I'm sure that Raksi or my Shahan-Ya, Ma-Ha-Suchi..would be in some agreement at least.. In that The Realm has to be destroyed. It's not about participating in Wyld Hunts or not. It's the entire philosphy and way of life." Fudou shrugs and looks away, over the graveyard, "They just have no vision on what to replace it with that is right and just. Some believe we should rule. Others believe the newly returned Solars must be placed back as the heads of a new Deliberitive.." The giant quiets and then finally says, simply: "..I don't know."
Tepet Makara	"I see they are still deciding on what they will do after the Realm's defeat." Makara nods as it seems that the shahanya's are not perfect despite their ancient wisdom and strength. The armored lunar then hesitates to mention something but decides to speak it out. "I have a vision myself that I do not speak to others muxh but I mostly want to get rid of the Wyld Hunts but through changing the Realm after its probably inevitable civil war." "I am associated with Pearl's family through my martial arts master and he is ok with my means even if it involves Anathema such as myself"
Fudou the Mountain	"The Silver Pact is less a monolithic organization and more a union of like minds. Some of the ancient ones are content building their holdings and defenses..while others look ahead to an inevitable war. If the Realm civil war does occur..you can bet that there will be lunars ready to take advantage of it." notes Fudou. Voice again blunt but not cruel. "So whatever it is you want to see happen you had better start making plans fast to either make your ase or do it yourself. Probably do it yourself."
Tepet Makara	"well lunars like me will certainly take advantage of it" Makara sarcastically mutters when it comes to the Realm Civil War creating openings for infiltration and other plans. "Even if it's difficult and others may disagree with the method such as using undead monsters in the battlefield, I do need a vision for the future so I can stop being on the fence of uncertainty like I usually do" He says with adamant resolve as he at least has something to look forward to. "Although I mostly came here for practice, I need to learn how to command hordes of zombies but I only do so as a last resort If I still use my water dragon guise."