The Oakland Church was requesting help. Normally not the religious type, Ziann was intrigued by the mention of restless spirits and decided to stop by and see what was going on. The priest of the Church led him down the stairs to the catacombs beneath and explained the situation to him. "The spirits come from the Haunted Lands of the old Phantom Lord guild. Many of which just want to pass on peacefully, but there are the odd evil spirit which wants to create chaos. We don't care how you do it, just get them out from underneath the Church."

Easy enough, Ziann thought. He was feeling a little antsy today, a little manic, so his feet were tapping in a bored rhythm as he waited for the priest to unlock the door. "Sure, yup, you can count on me. That's the kind of thing I do, yep." Not very convincing, the priest looked at him funny before moving out of the way of the unlocked door. "Just... try not to disturb the dead, okay?" With a brisk nod, Ziann brushed him aside and headed into the catacombs. The priest sighed and shook his head before shutting the door behind the Wind make Mage.

Ziann had a secret reason for being here, though, that the priest would be appalled if he knew. Ziann had received a request from one of the dark underground network to cause a little chaos in the Church by riling up the spirits before releasing them from the catacombs to cause a little mayhem. Honestly, Ziann wasn't sure he was convinced there -were- restless spirits down here, having never seen anything ghostly before, but he was keeping an open mind. As he entered the catacombs he initially saw nothing but alcoves full of coffins and a long hallway that branched into a few different paths that he could explore. So far, nothing to write home about. If he had a home to write to, that is.

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The alcoves of coffins and hallways were strangely empty for a place that was claimed to be haunted by evil and restless spirits. Ziann made his way past the opening room and into the maze of tunnels that spiraled beneath the Church. He explored a few branches, finding a few dead ends with more of the coffin alcoves, and ended up finding a main tunnel that lead to a stairwell to go deeper into the catacombs. Maybe the next floor would have some of these restless spirits. Ziann walked lazily down the stairs, feeling pretty in control of his mood today and didn't really care about how quickly he got to his lack of a true destination.

When he walked through the threshold to the next floor, he was floored himself by the wave of cold that swept through the hallway. It had to be literally freezing temperatures in this hallway, while the floor above had been comfortably warm. Curious as to what had caused the change, Ziann soon found the culprits, a mass of floating specters he had just walked through. How he had missed them, he wasn't sure, but as he turned, he now saw a dozen or more spirits just floating about lazily. Most were just content to ignore Ziann's presence, but one spirit flew down to examine the intruder.

"Whoooo be youuuu?"

Ziann steeled his resolve and tried to process what was going on. Ghosts and Spirits were real, they were very cold, and one was talking to him. "Ziann, Ziann Weiss, at your service." The ghost seemed to shake a little and its mouth kinda flapped open. Ziann wasn't sure what was going on before he noticed that some of the other ghosts were making the same motions... They were laughing at him! They were at least trying to laugh, but no noise was coming out of their mouths. Very odd, very creepy. But Ziann could handle this. He just needed to find the right spirit that he could use to sow a little chaos in the church by riling up and setting free.

330+349=679/1000 WC

Frustrated by the spirits laughing at him for no apparent reason, Ziann brushed them aside despite the bone chilling cold coming from their "bodies" and headed further into the catacombs. He could feel their stares boring into the back of his head as he walked, but he paid them no heed. He needed to find one of the aforementioned evil spirits so he could get paid by his mysterious underground contact. He almost missed it, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a dark corridor that hadn't been used in some time. Cobwebs were spread across the entrance, which the mage brushed aside as he explored.

The air was stifling and stale, and the temperature was exceedingly cold as he moved further into the hallway. At the end was a small altar on which a skull rested. The skull was bound to the altar by thick chains, but it was hovering about an inch or two off the surface as if it was trying to escape. That was going to be Ziann's ticket for sowing a little chaos here at the Oakland Church. Ring finger pressed to his palm, he held his hand up high and began to channel mana through a growing magical circle. "Wind Make: Sword!"

His biggest spell, the B-ranked Sword, emerged into being as he slowly lowered his hand. The thick and sharp blade was formed as his casting hand slid through the air, culminating in a hilt at the end which he could hold onto. He raised the sword and struck the chains with it, causing them to splinter off and the skull to quickly rise up. A dark shade began to form as the hallway's temperature rose as the cold sucked into the skull and formed a creepy looking spirit. It had a dark body unlike the other ghosts and the skull was prominently displayed at the forefront of its head. It was almost like the skull was on fire with a black flame.

"Who wakes the Darkness..."

"It is I, Ziann Weiss. Please, take your pleasure upon the spirits of this floor and I will release you into the open air for a little fun."

The spirit laughed and agreed, sweeping through the catacombs and absorbing the spirits who had laughed at Ziann earlier. The mage then let him hide in his shadow and then walked back to the door with the Priest. It was locked. "The floor has been cleared of restless spirits, please open up." The priest did so, and Ziann walked out freely. The dark spirit then escaped from the church through his shadow and emerged into Oak proper. Pleased, greatly, it left to its own devices...

679+453= 1132/1000 WC