As Sojo's eyes stopped glowing and the world came back into focus...he immediately knew something had gone wrong. Very, very wrong. This was not Viper. Viper was shorter and thinner. His eyes weren't amber. So...who was this? He knelt to one knee for a second to pick up the spell book that had slipped from his grasp at the surge of magic that had shot out through every part of his body during the summoning. Worst part of it was...with a spell he was just learning...there was no going back. He had to master the spell before he could send a soul back to the after life realm. Sometimes it was very easy to learn a new spell. Something told him that this particular double magic spell...it wasn't going to be so easy. Oh well. What was done is done.<br/><br/>He watched the man as he stood up. Who was this man? The darkness and evil aura that rippled off this man skin was like a river of death and chaos. The only answer was that this man got caught up in the strong magical current that had been cast while summoning Viper. Which meant that he and Viper had been extremely close to one another. Yet...maybe he was wrong. When the man would speak...he'd know for sure. He was still already almost a hundred percent certain this was NOT Viper.<br/><br/>The man spoke and his dreaded fears were confirmed. This was not Viper. It meant two things... The man had been caught up in the cross current of the strong spell and that this mans aura and spiritual presence had been greater than that of Viper. "I don't drink beer." he said as he heard the strange enthusiasm. Who the hell was this guy? And...what had he done? He looked at him. "I am well aware of that fact...seing as death is something I deal with frequently." He said. He took a few steps back when he was patted on the shoulder. "It depends on how fast I master the spell used." he said quite bluntly. He studied the man cautiously. Something about him just didn't sit well with him. Was it the dark evil aura rippling down the man's new found flesh? Or did it have something to do with the fact this man had replaced Viper in the summoning. He knew Viper's voice. This was not Viper. "Who are you anyways?" He asked a few moments later.<br/><br/>Watching the man. Something told him this was going to be a very long spell bound period. Until he mastered the spell the guy was somewhat in his control. Either way the man was bound to him. He couldn't go more than a mile away before he'd start to feel agonizing pain that would get greater the further apart they were. He'd personally feel a ripple of the summoned beings pain but nothing like what Thomas would feel. "You aren't Viper so who are you?" he said as he studied the man. He pulled out bandaging and wrapped it around his palm. Tying it off with his teeth and his other hand. Cleaning the blood from his fingers with a bottle of water. He was quite uncertain about dealing with this man that radiated dark aura.<br/><br/>He pulled his staff from the ground after sliding the small knife into the staff once it was cleaned with the bottle of water. He held his staff. "Either way...now that you're summoned we're bound together. Least until I master this spell. So in a way it is temporary. In a way it isn't. You aren't going to fall apart even if you go more than a mile from me. You'll just feel increasingly growing excrutiating pain the further you go from where I am." He slid the spell book into his robes. It vanished into it as he pulled out the eerie Necromancer book. He wrote the spell into the book with the blood from the bandage. It was still a bit wet. The blood dried instantly upon the pages as he closed the book. The book itself told this young man was a Necromancer for only Necromancers had a book made of leatherized flesh and bound in bone upon spine and edgings.<br/><br/>He slid his main spell book back into the robes. Studying the man again. He had a feeling this man's will was just as strong as his own. He took a step back again. Then stopped moving. Now there was a few feet between them. He wondered if he was talking with a truly evil man or a man who had done evil things. It was hard to tell when he knew nothing about the man he had unintentionally summoned. This was not good in either case. He could still feel the traces of magic that drizzled off the man's form. Thankfully that magic couldn't be used against him. Nor anyone else unless he gave the word. He didn't give the man too much information about the situation. He felt the less the man knew the better. He just gave him key components in a way.