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Griffin accepted the bottle with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't weak willed. No one at the guild should be weak willed. But then he supposed that ghosts weren't something that most of them were used to dealing with. He had no desire to be possessed. He finally he control of his life. He wanted to keep it that way. "Thank you. Are we about ready then? I have never hunted ghosts before this should be interesting."
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Donivan looked around at his group and smiled with excitement. It had been a while since he last went on a mission with others and these guys looked like tough people. He did perk up at the comment about elemental powers not working, his powers worked with the souls of others so he wondered how that would affect the mission. When she came back and started to hand out the bottles, Donivan turned his nose up at the burning part, he hated spicy food, much rather be possessed. "Alright I got all I need, lets get on the road guys."
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The three wizards on the island had a larger boat, so Moeasha moved them there, then turned to Azerus, glad to see he was growing back to normal size. "Who requested the mission? These three should be brought to that person. They can do what they will in retribution, and we can get our reward!"

Once everyone gathered in the boat, Moeasha used the water to push them towards the mainland again, not wanting to use oars again. "I suggest we avoid the villagers. They were quite furious when I was here earlier, and I was forced to leave or face a fight with them. And I know fighting non-magic users is not looked kindly upon by the magic council."

The boat drifted to the shore a little away from the village. Where they were, they wouldn't be easily seen by any villagers.
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"Is it? Since when?" Kain asks in reply to the council comment.

A finely dressed man in a three piece suit and top hat, accompanied by a sadle packed donkey greets them on the shore.

"You're not the men I hired." he says in a slightly surprised posh proper voice.
"Oh well, is the problem gone? Is trading safe to resume again?" he asks.
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Lance look at Mia frowning, "you never know what might happen on a mission, better safe than sorry Mia," Lance said with a cheerful smile. He then turned to Bert "The more the merrier" Lance said punching his hand, "let's get this show on the road" Lance said. It's been a while since Lance took a group mission. The people on his team all use diverse magic so it will prove to be very entertaining. Maybe he might even find the man he has been looking for.
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"Very well. Let us be off."

Jocelyn led the way out of the Guild Hall, pulling her skeletal bandanna over her lips curling softly into a pleasant sneer, her dark dress trailing gracefully behind her as if a miasma of smoke and dust. With a few rubies, she was able to procure a ride to their destination from a kindly old man and his mule driven carriage. Not the most elegant, as with every pebble and pothole the dimwitted mule decided to drag the carriage through, the constant rattling and rocking was enough to nearly jar the teeth from her jaw. But still, in most cases, beggars certainly could not be choosers.

Slowly as the rickety wooden carriage, creaking and groaning with every turn of the wheels, neared the village, a sudden chill perked the woman's senses. It was...such an unnatural feeling from the typical sense of ghosts lurking nearby, more or less like the nails of some ghastly beast raking down her bare back, clawing at her with such malicious and ravenous fervor. She steadied herself, a shallow breath she drew while the carriage came to a halt so quickly.

The old man driving the carriage, from him Jocelyn could sense it....fear, unmistakable terror to whatever awaited the four mages who dared to tread upon land forever corrupted by the wicked and the restless. He turned to them, hesitation in his voice, "This is as far as I go, lass. Ye and yer friends'll just ave to travel on foot. Be warned...the spirits who inhabit ole Rook's Hollow, they don't take kindly to trespassers."

Jocelyn, blunt as ever, replied, "The dead have no stake to what is theirs in the mortal coil. We will drive them out and send them back to Oblivion where they belong." She said this as though not to the man alone, but the rest of her followers. And with that, she disembarked with both feet landing gracefully on the cold, packed mud, her eyes beholding the derelict hollow.



Moments ago when they had begun their relatively lengthy journey, the sun was shining at its brightest, the air cool and crisp with the soothing aroma of early spring, wildflowers dancing across the verdant meadows, exhibiting such beautiful and frail colors, such wondrous shades and hues against the backdrop of a clear blue sky. But upon nearing the forgotten Rook's Hollow, those beautiful colors faded into a drab and lifeless, ugly pallet of dull grays and charcoal blacks. The trees of the surrounding forest, they were barren and naked, no leaves or foliage whatsoever to shield their thorn ridden bark from the ill, chilling winds that now encompassed Jocelyn and her fellow mages. No longer the sweet scent of flowers upon the air....but a ghastly, rank odor, an amalgamation of dust and rotting corpses. This place...no doubt it was haunted. Twas as if no one had lived in this village for ages, the shambled shacks and cottages withering away, rotten wood riddled with termites and lichens groaning and creaking. In the distance, the cracked and rusted bell of an abandoned sanctuary tolled mournfully along with the woeful cackles of a few passing ravens, the howling winds like the laments...of the dead.

"Stay close." Jocelyn heeded, daring to take her first steps into the midst of the village, a lone, muddy road pocked with potholes and murky puddles of foul smelling water. The dark skies above filled with tumultuous, rolling black clouds, gave warning to the coming of rain, and yet not a drop graced the woman's fair skin, only the rumble of the distant thunder to follow.

From behind her back she brandished her scythe, and with a stern glare...towards nothing it seemed, the woman brought the shaft down hard upon the ground, producing an audible echo. "Spirits, I call to thee!" Her voice, so authoritative as she called out into the dead silence. "Come out from wherever you may lurk! Come forth and leave the living be! Return to where you once came, into the abyss of Oblivion!

But...no reply to follow, only the faint whisper of the wind rustling the dead trees and snapping the window shutters. Her brow furrowed, the woman sighing perturbed. She assumed these ghosts were of the stubborn kind, for so willingly some specters would flock to the necromancer's commanding call. But not these....and....if only Jocelyn knew...how stubborn they were. "Hmm...they're not going to make this easy on us, are they gents?" She chuckled dryly, when suddenly a shout belted from her lungs!

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"AHH!!" The ethereal, unearthly force grabbed her by her slender neck and flung her with ease across the village like a ragdoll, her body slamming through a fence of old sticks and dry wood and skittering across the muddy, mired surface of the road. Hastily, she rose to her feet, still in a daze and face caked with mud....and fear of her own. These were malicious spirits, horrific phantoms who could only have crawled out of the darkest recesses of the abyss. They had only one purpose....to torment the living.

, their wicked cackles resonated all through, an evil sound like no other.



Jocelyn...she could see them. Twas not just three or four of the bastards...but thirteen, thirteen hellish spirits who sought to drag them into Oblivion's horror. One of them, the ghost of a woman with a slit open mouth grinning maniacally, appeared behind Griffin, the shadow wielder. In her hand, she wielded a sharp butcher's cleaver, about to send it slicing through the back of the boy's head.

"GRIFFIN BEHIND YOU!!" Jocelyn screamed to the top of her lungs, hoping she had warned the boy quickly before he found a rusty blade buried in his skull.
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Max saw another ghost creeping up behind him.He attached the ghost with his axe."Not so fast,Boy..."The ghost said."What the fuck"he said.The ghost started attacking Max when Max saw that he started yelling"Demon from Satans corner I summon you".The demon raised from the ground.As the ghost saw the demon he disapeared.Then he saw her"No ,its not you ,your not real"Max yelled."Max dont you remember me".Suddenly Max collapsed on the ground realeasing the most demonic scream anyone has ever heard.
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Griffin hated the carriage ride. Not because the bumps that jarred him every other second but because the carriage was small enclosed and crowded. Three of his least favorite things in one. He gritted his teeth and looked out the window hoping that the ride wouldn't be long. He was grateful when they finally arrived at the town. He hurried out of the carriage and looked around? This was the town? How the hell had they had enough money for a guild request? Not that he cared about the money. He didn't. He was here to prove his skills and abilities. He looked around wondering if he would be able to see the ghost or if he would have to go into the shadows to see them. When Jocelyn screamed his name he spun around and threw on of his shadow knifes at the creature. If that didn't work then he work he would try going into the shadow realm and attacking.
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The carriage ride was bumpy indeed. But he just went to the with the flow, trying to keep the conversation up and just moving with the carriage. When the sun started to disappear and the darkness rolled around, Donivan started to wonder were it had gone, and was about to ask why when Jocelyn announced they had arrived. The town was down right creepy, it made the lion with in him stir, that just meant that there was some bad mojo here. "Hey this place is a dump, like its worse than bad." he said to himself. He was behind Jocelyn as she started he chanting, when the ghost started to appear he went into full action. Four little kid ghost, grossly deformed in the faces and bodies, grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground. "You little kids have some spunk don't you." He said as the jumped on top of him. His punches went straight through them so he decided to fight souls with souls. "I ask the King of the Jungle for power, lend me your strength LION!" A yellow golden, aura surrounded his body. He jumped up and slapped the kids off of him. The aura looked like someone had thrown a lion skin over him, the yellow skin had ears, a tail and claws, and Donivan's eyes always changed to that of the animal he had adopted. One of the kids jumped at him and he used the lion class and cut at its chest. It disappeared in a grey puff and he turned towards the others. "Time to party!"
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Moeasha smiled and greeted the man. "Yes sir, we have dealt with the problem!" She gestured to the tied up trio of wizards, all looking soaked and weary. "Now, the payment?" Moeasha held out her hand, eagerly waiting the hard earned reward. Maybe I won't help the town after all, they were hardly hospitable, Moeasha thought to herself while mentally figuring out how to spend the cash.
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The man looked at Moeasha's out stretched hand strangely, he then pulled out an ornate abacus with shiny baubles and beads from a sack on the donkey.
The different rows held beads of different sizes and colours. The ones at the top being the most prestigious, representing a higher sum of money. The whole thing was compounded with all manner of other clever trickery for maths astronomy and measuring. Tools Azerus had never seen before and probably never will again.

The poshly gentleman releases his counting devise and it stays perfectly put, hovering sturdily in the air. With a few tinkering touches the dials and beads quickly scatter, sliding across the bars to one end or the other.

There it was, their full sum payment represented as different shaped baubles sliding across a silver slider.
It looked beautiful, one side heavily out weighing the other.

"This was the deal I had with the shadow wolves, however it was not the deal I had with you..." A few of the smaller lower bar beads zip to the other end.
"I don't owe you the frivolities of past relations."

The man tilts his head examining his counting device, his top hat magicallybstaying put in its positioning on his head, defying gravity.

"I am kind and understanding so I will cover the expenses to the town done by the trouble makers." He looks up with a kind smile.

"But."

His finger starts tapping against his strong smooth jaw line. Then stops.
"There is the matter of the tavern wall."

A mid sized bead darts away from the favouring side.

"and the eight men you assaulted and injured, bones don't mend cheap you know." he gives Azerus a stern eye as even more baubles pile up on the other side.

Azerus gave it a quick count. It was still a little more than double Moeasha's original job. That was until more beads started flying across.

"Lastly there is the insurance pay for the shadow wolves you beat up, the extra travelling distance and security detail to reach fairytail (to deposit the funds), an extra gate tax and town inspection tax. "

The lower bar small beads battered from one side to the other until they had all crossed over, then at once they all slammed back as one of the larger beads from the row above slid over in its place. This continued and was happening so quick the abacus became a blur of colour as it recalculated there payment.

As it settled Azerus quickly counted the remaining beads on their side. Half of what Moeasha's first job would have been.

"Your payment will be delivered to the guild." says the man as he puts away his counting device and gives a humble bow before retreating towards the town with his donkey.

Azerus just shrugs his shoulders and looks to Moeasha.

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At first, Moeasha's eyes lit up at the sight of such intricate design, her hands twitching with the desire to touch. As she realized what the device was and then watched as her total began going down, her face fell. By the end of the exchange Moeasha had on the most pitiful expression ever, shoulders slumping in defeat. She quietly murmured her thanks to the man, ever the polite one. She then tuned to Azerus, sighing forlornly. "My horoscope was quite incorrect after all. Shall we go fetch your horse and find a more hospitable town to lay ur heads for the night? Or perhaps camping out would be better." She then noted Azerus was still wrapped in her cloak. "We need to find you new clothing."
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With a yawn Azerus looked up to the starry night sky.
"Nice night for camping." he says with a soft smile.

He looks down at Moeasha's cloak.
"Ah, it can wait till were back at fairytail. These bumpkins probably couldn't fashion me anything decent anyway." with that he ensures the cloak is firmly wrapped around himself and not going anywhere.
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"Then let us drop these three off at the village for them to deal with, and then go camp. Also I would like to know what the man meant by Shadow Wolves?" Moeasha motioned to their captives while she spoke, then walked over to the edge of the water. Bending down she submerged her leather pouch into the water to fill it, then capped it back up and hooked to the jewel belt of hers. The jewel ornaments she wore on both ears, waist, wrists, ankles, and neck surely showed her love of shiny things. Which was why she had tried so hard not to steal the man's abacus when he was showing it off right in front of the poor girl.
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"Oh those guys." Azerus exclaims as he scratches the back of his head.
"Well, It's just a rival guild that didn't deserve the job. They always get better jobs then us and I know we could of handled it better... So I may have taken it from them."

"Come to think about it they probably won't be happy about it."


After that Azerus took care of transporting the trio to the town. There was a little resistance but nothing much. They were happy to claim their actions before everyone. It didn't take long for the townsfolk to gather around and a whole emotional scene ensued.
Turns out the trio were all born and raised in the fishing town, forbidden to practise their magic they had to hide it from everyone or get bullied and picked on for being different.

Some old friends, family members and lovers emerged from the crowd to apologise or chastise them about their actions. Some of the words broke through and the criminals broke down in tears.

It was never clear what their exact punishment would be, it definitely included a hefty sum for all of the damages they caused. That alone would take a short lifetime to repay. Yet there was still so much they had need to talk about, but it was clear the trio would face their punishment head on and accept it.
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Moeasha smiled, glad to have helped. She then began walked away, expecting Azerus to follow. "Well, maybe chose a mission from our guild, yes? Hopefully the mission I was planning to take is still available!"

Moeasha waited for Azerus to retrieve his horse, ready to sleep for the night after all the activity and excitement.
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Azerus retrieved his coin pouch that was given to Moeasha earlier and headed off towards the stables.
A little while later he caught back up to her, riding upon the back of that magnificent horse again. Azerus was wearing a new simple cheap outfit, he also had on a wide backpack filled with notable camping gear and blankets.

Being so late (or early), Azerus was keen to use what little was left of the night to catch some shut eye. He set up camp shortly after exiting the town.
Finding a nice little clearing just off the main road with a singular large tree providing additional shelter.

Azerus returned the cloak, feeling he didn't need it and only wore it for her favour, he didn't feel the need to thank her for it.
Regardless he did have a gift for her. A fancy corked bottle.
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Dark clouds gathered around the decrepit abandoned village. Sounds of fighting can be heard while lightning flash in the distance. A lone figure can be seen walking towards the ominous village. The figure wore a dark cloak with its hood covering the person's face. Poison green eyes flash and a whisper was muttered.
"Fairy Tail huh..."

The mysterious person was suddenly covered by mist and as soon as it came, it immediately dispersed leaving nothing behind.

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Moeasha thankfully took back her cloak, placing it around herself once more. She then excitedly examined the decorated bottle, holding it in her hands tenderly. "Thank you very much for this!" Moeasha told Azerus as they made camp. She sat on a softer area of grass, turning the bottle this way and that with a grin on her face. "Surely this must be what the horoscope meant, then. Not all is lost! I did receive a great treasure today. Well, good night Azerus!" With this, Moeasha laid backwards and wrapped her cloak around her entire body for warmth, curling up into a ball to sleep.
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The bottle was from the small island. Azerus reached over Moeasha and uncorked its lid. Warm air drifted out from the bottle, and it would do so all night.
Inside the finely carved and decorated bottle was an 'ever burning lacrima'. A stone that was always red hot.

When he was younger Azerus was subjected to a room in which they were hidden under a grating and constantly doused in water. It made the room extremely hot and humid, good to loosen up tight muscles.
It is how the islanders were creating the mist that surrounded their island.

While one bottle/stone couldn't create a sauna on its own, it could boil water or create a soft source of warmth. Meanwhile, the bottles exterior never showed signs of or passed on the heat.

Falling back onto his blanket Azerus stared once again at the speckles of light in the nights sky.
He entwined his fingers behind his head and let out an exhausting yawn as he relaxed.
Handling such a rare artefact had Azerus reminiscing of all the luxuries he once despised and took for granted. Those thoughts raised a swell of mixed emotions that carried him well into his sleep and continued on deep in his dreams.

Normally a light sleeper, he was so exhausted not even the morning sun would raise him from his slumber. He tossed and turned throughout the night but never rose from his much needed sleep.
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