<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172127543748077868</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:56:42.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of Necro</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172127543748077868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DanMan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172127543748077868.post-7441396524747850471</id><published>2007-08-11T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:08:42.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2 Part 3</title><content type='html'>"All right everybody!" yelled the teacher once they got back to the high school. All of your grades are dropping quickley, so for extra credit, all of you need to do a report on something at the museum."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Jake," whispered Paul. "Do you want to do the report on that whicked snake staff?"&lt;br /&gt;"It is the only one I remember!" said Jake&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile at the Ecnor building....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is time to steal the Enzym Rod!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172127543748077868-7441396524747850471?l=thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/feeds/7441396524747850471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172127543748077868&amp;postID=7441396524747850471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172127543748077868/posts/default/7441396524747850471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172127543748077868/posts/default/7441396524747850471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-2-part-3.html' title='Chapter 2 Part 3'/><author><name>DanMan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172127543748077868.post-6483074366981915945</id><published>2007-06-21T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:48:19.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2 Part 2</title><content type='html'>"Where do you think he got that scar?" asked Paul.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know if I want to know."&lt;br /&gt;"Good. I thought it might just be me."&lt;br /&gt;"Children! Come along now!" beckoned Mr.S. Everybody followed Mr. S. in fear of getting low marks on the trip. Suddenly, a man dressed in a tan uniform poped right in front of them. "Hello Children! I will be your tour guide for this trip. Everyone follow me!"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay!" Yelled all the children. "Aren't we a little old of 'okay' ?" asked Jake secretly.&lt;br /&gt;"I know, we are freshmen for crying out loud."&lt;br /&gt;"Lets move children!" They spent the rest of the day wandering around the museum looking at boring and 'who would want to know that' exibits. Every now and then a kid yawned, and one time a kid actually took a nap on a bench. Mr.S put that on his notes. After that everyone had to resist the urge to fall asleep. "And for our last exibit-"&lt;br /&gt;"YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;"Children!"&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Mr. S."&lt;br /&gt;"And for our last exibit, the Serpent Staff. Carved over two millenia ago and still in perfect condition, this exibit is priceless if I do say so my self!" Jake was so tired he almost didn't see the staff. It was about two feet taller than him, with a bronze pole to hold, and it looked like a snake with emerald scales was wapped around it and it looked like it was poised to attake at the top of the staff "The rod," said Mr.S. in a trance.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you say something?" Asked Paul.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, uh, no,"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm. I need more sleep at night."&lt;br /&gt;"That is the first time I heard you say that." said Jake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172127543748077868-6483074366981915945?l=thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/feeds/6483074366981915945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172127543748077868&amp;postID=6483074366981915945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172127543748077868/posts/default/6483074366981915945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172127543748077868/posts/default/6483074366981915945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-2-part-2.html' title='Chapter 2 Part 2'/><author><name>DanMan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172127543748077868.post-6970327595717753220</id><published>2007-05-28T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:24:41.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2 Part 1</title><content type='html'>Jake walked off the bus, they had not had a field trip for a long time, and he was eager to get his nose out of his text books. He felt that his friend Fred felt the same way. It was a good thing Freshmen still had field trips. "Hey Jake!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Fred!"&lt;br /&gt;"Man, these half-day field trips messing us up."&lt;br /&gt;"I know, they really should last the entire day."&lt;br /&gt;"And this time, it is still like school,"&lt;br /&gt;"We have to find everything on this list in that museum in two hours!"&lt;br /&gt;"Children!" yelled Mr.Walker. "Children! Line up!" Everyone did so. "Okay, we are visiting the Dennville Natural History Museum on it's grand opening, so I expect everyone to behave!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Mr. Walker." said the children in unison.&lt;br /&gt;"Good, any funny buisness and your grades will take the hit."&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Walker," Said a man in a suit coming toward the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, Dr.S.Nox, I presume."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is, I am eager to chaperone on this trip."&lt;br /&gt;"Children, Dr.S.Nox. is one of the two founders of the Ecnor cooperation so it is rare for a visit from him, He will keep a detailed record of the trip."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Mr. Walker," Said Dr.S. with a sneer. Then for the first time, Jake noticed a scar on his left cheek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172127543748077868-6970327595717753220?l=thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/feeds/6970327595717753220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172127543748077868&amp;postID=6970327595717753220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172127543748077868/posts/default/6970327595717753220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172127543748077868/posts/default/6970327595717753220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/2007/05/chapter-2-part-1.html' title='Chapter 2 Part 1'/><author><name>DanMan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172127543748077868.post-2687999957395201810</id><published>2007-04-19T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T17:42:20.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 Part 2</title><content type='html'>The meeting room looked more like a mid-evil dungion. It was made of dark bricks, it had dirt everywhere, it even had a few skeletons lieing around here and there. The second man held out his hand, and a purple orb appeared. It didn't have any marks, but it was hovering over his hand! He grabbed the orb and threw it to the middle of the room. Right before it hit the ground, it stopped in mid-air! Then it expanded to hold an elaphant. Then purple clouds moved away from the front and a man appeared in the orb. He was about the size of Shaq. His skin was black with two green eyes with no pupils. He had no nose or hair. He wore a dark cloak decorated with green jewels on the edges. The cloak covered his body except for the head, which it came down in a triangular shape. When he opened his mouth to talk, you clould se he had pointed teeth. " I presume you bring me good news. "&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir." said the one who threw the orb. "The army is expanding by the day. Soon, we will have halfof this nation under our command. We also-"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care about how well the army is doing!" Yelled the man in the orb. "Is the preperations complete for the summoning?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nearly sir, we-"&lt;br /&gt;"You are slugs! I have given you over a thousand years for the preperations and you tell me they are not complete! Do you at least have possesion of the rod?"&lt;br /&gt;"No sir,"&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;"B-b-b-b-b-but sir, w-w-w-w-w-we have possesion of all of the seven jewels,"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," said the other man, who has remained quiet all this time, "We also have control of the circle,"&lt;br /&gt;"And we know the location of the rod as well,"&lt;br /&gt;"Thats a start, get the rod before the end of the millenium and I might actually fogive you." The clouds reformed and covered the man in the orb. Then once the orb was completly purple, it shrank to it's original size. the it was propelled back to the man. "You heard the master, we need the rod, the eyes have all ready been regenerated, and are losing their power every second."&lt;br /&gt;"Right, we need to free the master soon, or he will not have enough power to find The Ultimate."&lt;br /&gt;"We might as well send someone to find the amulet as well."&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever we do, it has to be quick. I sense a threat in this town."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172127543748077868-2687999957395201810?l=thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/feeds/2687999957395201810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172127543748077868&amp;postID=2687999957395201810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172127543748077868/posts/default/2687999957395201810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172127543748077868/posts/default/2687999957395201810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-1-part-2.html' title='Chapter 1 Part 2'/><author><name>DanMan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172127543748077868.post-6953316398954514628</id><published>2007-04-15T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:44:29.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two men walked down a hall in their building. They were both about the same height, grown men, brown hair, no beard, and they each had a scar on their left cheek. You would think the two presidents of the Ecnor company would be a little more confidant. As they approched the meeting room, the first man said, " We shouldn't go, the master dosen't like bad news, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" Maybe you should of thought of that before you agreed the the deal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" How was I supposed to know? I was only a weak human back then. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" Well now we need to give the master the report, good news or bad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" Do you remember what happened the last time we gave the master bad news? " The other man touched his scar. " I will never forget. " The two men walked into the meeting room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1172127543748077868-6953316398954514628?l=thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/feeds/6953316398954514628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1172127543748077868&amp;postID=6953316398954514628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172127543748077868/posts/default/6953316398954514628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1172127543748077868/posts/default/6953316398954514628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelegendofnecro.blogspot.com/2007/04/chapter-1-part-1.html' title='Chapter 1 Part 1'/><author><name>DanMan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
