Erebus was no newbie to this area, this was home, and ghosts and goblins were something Erebus knew more about than most people. He had been robbing people's pockets on these streets for twenty one years, and counting! It seems that fate had brought him back and the first thing his partner wanted was to pick up another dangerous job, so off on another S-rank quest they go. Equipping Phantom Dancer, pun intended, no ghost was going to fuck with this rogue. Matter of fact, Erebus didn't fear the dead, he felt at peace beside them. After all, the Lich who terrorized these parts on Halloween met a grissly defeat to him, and the souls of the Underworld thanked Erebus for freeing them of the manipulator's control.
You can't fear spirits, if naturally they draw themselves to you, so why even stress it? However, one such spirit, as there always was a few exceptions, was a dark and illicit monster. A mongrel of the church, a scorn on the backs of the town. Erebus approached the Church, noticing his partner standing outside the black gate. The church had an eerie vibe at night, kind of like a haunting on hill house or something. The graveyards in Oak were further west, but the entrance to the holy catacombs were beneath this sanctuary. The catacombs were from past wars in Fiore between Demons, Seraphim, Humans, and Elves. Humans were primarily the specters down there, but every now and then you'd come across a sealed demonic spirit-- or so the folk tales say.
Erebus wouldn't let it distract his idea of a good time, and rather loved slaying monsters, so regardless. He was seen strutting up with a parted smile, somewhat happy to be back into a job less... Royally dangerous. If anything, Erebus feared a life in some dungeon to ghost whispering in holy burial grounds. He was just different in that way. His blonde quest-mate, an npc, was dressed in his adventurer gear, his companion yet again absent, the companion of which was beginning to cross Erebus as quite the flaky type; but he wouldn't make that comment out loud. It was a safe guarded thought for himself, first and foremost. For even if she was, his partner had a glimmer of bravery not common in other mortals to run about without it. Erebus was drawn to that light in other people, which perhaps was hidden in the world's darkness for purpose of finding it.
He raised his hand to wave at his partner, unaware he was a good ten minutes late. Erebus was normally early, but having been home, there was just a few people he needed to catch up with. "I reckon it's time we went on ahead and got this over with, this will be my... third time?" He asked simply grinning. "So let's get at it ey?" Erebus skipped around the mage with a stride to his step, seeming to glide even without trying. Rogues had a skill for nimble and quick spins and rotations. Almost as if they truly were dancers. The Unavoidable One would go up a small flight of five stairs, and push his body weight against a door, letting himself into the chapel. Underneath an alter at the epicenter of the room, there was a chamber door. It was detailed in papers itself, though there was a few other entrances, this was the one Erebus had been peaked off to investigate. So he approached in with a flair of interest.
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