Gosgli Sekulaa, one of the lesser known of mages from a clan of necromancers that inhabit the underground ruins of Kekuraba, which lie underneath the great Gigitros Jungle. Though you may seem like a very dark and evil kind of guy, you are far kinder and atleast talk to people. Civilizations have misunderstood your kind for eons, believing that you worship evil, destructive, and vengeful gods. Though the rumors are quite wrong, you just believe in a strong sense of life in that which you can bring it back and control it. "Life is the beginning to death, death is the end of life, and neither should be feared.." You mumble to yourself as you continue your way through the massive jungle of gargantuan tree's, and vines that snake their way around and up these flora's. It's a fairly Sunny day, but the sun can barely be seen through the canopy. You skin is a bit paler than a usual human, and your hair is more of a silver color, which may make others mistake you of being far older than you really are...only 17 years old. Ofcourse with you now being a man, it was time for you to have your journey, which would fill you with knowledge of the world. "What knowledge...all I see is tree's and birds..." You sigh to yourself, thinking of just what the elder mage had meant when he said knowledge.
But then you notice something up ahead.....