A cold wind followed Tachyon wherever he went, as if he had just opened the stone door to a frozen crypt, as he walked back into town, holding an ominous bundle. Those who passed by him whispered what could such a dark looking man could be carrying with him. Perhaps skulls or flesh for some ritual, maybe ill-gotten golden gains, maybe some gems of dark magic. The fact that cloaked was wearing a tricorn hat that seemed to always cast a shadow over his face, obscuring it from view. No doubt the Landers were even more suspicious as mothers hurried their children past the figure and his gleaming scythe as it made its way to the marketplace, drifting in and out of shadows.

Splitting the crowds with his mere presence, the Adventurer stood in front of a stall selling a variety of alchemical regents maned by Landers although no one was current at the front. Onlookers nervously watched as they made their way past, the dark colors and unsettingly feeling of the man clashing with the brightly colored and vibrant stand, just inches away from the sharp edge of the scythe.

"Someone there?" An old gruff voice spoke from behind a curtain before walking out, towel in gloved hands. His face immediately lit up when he saw the figure in black, "Ahhh! Tachyon! I see you're returned from the bog! You find the things?"

"Yessir." the adventurer removed his hat and cleared his throat, dropping a skull sized burlap bag, "Crypt Fungus, Rotwood, Grave Grass, Feral Bone Dust, everything you said. Minus the Twilight Rose though, I couldn't find it even with the help of my summons."

"Well, you've gone and done yourself a fine job sir. Here's you payment, sugared water and fruits. The work you've done for me and my family is honestly great. I don't think I could have gone in that acurssed swamp myself to fetch these ingredints."

Suddenly, a flash of long blonde hair burst from the curtain and a young girl jumped up into the merchant's arms and saw Tachyon, "Daddy! Daddy! Is he the Adventurer you were talking about?"

"Yes I am." Tachyon put his hat over his heart and bowed slightly, "I've been gathering stuff for people these past few days. It gives me something to do besides sleep and do nothing. The fruits are just welcomed gifts. And who might you be little one?"

"She's my daughter, Anna." the old merchant tickled the girl who burst into laughter and flailing, "She sometimes tags along with me to work, ball of energy aren't ya?"

"Mhm!" Anna gave a big wide smile before putting a finger to her mouth and recalling, "Say, Mr. Adventurer, are you going to be fighting the big monster too?"

"Big monster?" Tachyon tilted his head, a small spark of excitement igniting in him for a brief second before he was dragged in close by the man who let go of his daughter.

"Don't tell anyone else this, but one of the servants of the royal court who sometimes drops by at the orders of the court physician told me that they believe something big is heading towards the city and they've been debating about dragging you Adventurers in to solve it. Don't ask me what it is exactly, I don't know either but the boy told me that he hasn't seen the court in this much panic in a long time. Apparently the King is supposed to make a speech about it as well today."

"Really? You know it to be true?"

"What good does a servant have lying to an old man like me, Necromancer?"

"Hmmm.... do you know any more about this?"

A large crowd began to form as a regally dressed man appeared on a stage from down the lane. Without even saying anything, both men knew what was bout to happen and Tachyon took off immediately. The King's speech was the Lander's nobility attempt at solving the problem of the Oni horde. With little hesitation, Tachyon rose his hand in the air and waved his scythe from the way back, "I will partake in this. If nothing else, it is a break from boredom!"

There was a decent chance he would make himself look like a fool being the first one to volunteer for the task and an equally great chance he'd be one of the few or only ones to do it. However, it didn't bother him all that much for he was doing this to sate his own need of something interesting and altruism. Besides, he could summon his own party if none accepted him.

Being way more apathetic to suddenly being dragged off by a strange girl in a clown suit, Tachyon the "Bone Boy" had found a party it seemed. Well more like the party found him although "forcibly conscript" seemed to be a better word for it. Tachyon didn't mind much though, he was heading to the front line anyways and it would be nice for him to have someone to stand in front of him being a squishy caster class of course.

Looking at the incoming horde of oni however made him wish there were a few more bodies in front of him. Undaunted, he let his new team maters charge ahead of him as he raised his staff. Dark energies gathered around as the wind blew those unfortunate spirits towards Tachyon's scythe-staff as his <Bell of Lost Souls> rang with an ethereal cry. Spirits danced to his unholy, arcane melody as Tachyon chanted just for dramatic effect (and his own amusement), "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Arise from your shallow graves! Awake from your eternal slumber! Let death take you naught for thou shall serve unto me! May my will be done!"

Slamming the end of his staff into the ground, a circle of energy burst out and quickly fissile as the earth rumbled and toiled. Rotting hands and decaying gauntlets thrusted themselves out of the cold earth and crawled their way out of the ground. One by one, an army of the dead in decrepit Japanese armor rose from the ground, it seemed like Tachyon had gotten lucky. Before him stood over a dozen warriors dressed in the same samurai and ashigaru armor they wore when they were slain; their rusted armor absorbed any light that hit them and their tattered sashimonos blew creating a ghostly howl as the wind blew through them. Clutching rusted, broken or bent spears and swords, they turned their hollow eyes to the necromancer who summoned them.

Tachyon ignored how creepy their undead gaze was and focused on casting a buff for his little shambling army. Of all the Necromancers in Kyoto, Tachyon was probably the one of the few who could reliably summon his minion in a battle without scaring the shit out of himself. "Seasons of ash and seasons of blood, listen to me! For harvest is upon ye! Spill their blood and water the earth with their lives!" With a wave of his staff, a red mist trailed out of the <Abyssal Celeste> like blood in water and wrapped itself around the undead soldiers like a crimson ribbon; Tachyon had buffed them with the spell <Blood Tithe>.

With an unearthly screech, the undead samurai clutched their weapons with the grip of rigor mortis and charged at the oni, uncaring if they were smashed to piece in the process for what use does the dead have to fear death?