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Job Title: A Haunting Tale...
Rank: B Rank
Player Requirements: Minimum 2x C Rank or the equivilant, Maximum 3 mages
Job Requirements: 7,500 Words Minimum
Job Location: Haunted Guild
Job Description: Go to the abandoned guild hall and find poke around until you run into some way creepy necromancer guys who's been stealing random people of all ages and genders to use in some way creepy experiments. You'll hear a bunch of way creepy sounds: stuff running in the walls, things above you shaking, windows shattering, footsteps behind you even though there's no one there, children singing creepy stuff; the works. You'll also see some way creepy stuff like dead people walking around with parts of their bodies missing, and if you attack them you'll notice they were never there to begin with...
In the very center of the place you'll find your target and he'll explain he was using this place to learn to bring his dead wife back, and decides that using a wizard might produce better results. Unfortunately capturing him alive isn't an option and he will continue hunting you down if you run... so your only choice is to kill him and obviously steal him and his wife's wedding band as proof of you beating down some desperate person... you sick bastard.
Anyhow, you disgusting excuse for a human, this job is more or less story driven. Damage, hits to kill, and many mechanics are entirely up to you. I advise going with a sense of realism, but if you don't wanna do that then oh well.
Weak: Spears x100
Just what it says on the package. A hundred spears start flying at you from the walls, floors, ceiling, through tables and any other surface.
Normal: Little Ghost Girl (aweeee) WITH A KNIFE! (-screams-)
Dozens of them! They seem to be following you and if you can't somehow hit ghosts because of an effect of your magic you better be damn good at running jefe!
Bob the but-ler! Can he serve you? Yes he can!
Bob the but-ler! He's gunna kill you! Fight and stand!
A 7 foot tall, rather large gentleman with what may as well be tree trunks for arms, and a very litteral tire sticking out the back of his head. He has a rather fancy suit about his body, though torn in many places it is, the napkin hanging over his left arm remains spotless. As for the mace he carries, it appears to be quite bloody. This marvelous chap seems intent on serving you your death and it's highly advised you deal with him. If you roll a strong dice multiple times, it means you will encounter other variations of him, including females if you so wish... good sir!
Because why not? Of course there has to be a creepy looking necrophiliac behind this whole charade! He'll tell you tales of the good times with his beloved and how she tragically died at the hands of a plague in an attempt to save hear dear friend who holed himself up in an abandoned cabin, and had her arm torn at. He'll even admit to not caring if she were a zombie herself so long as she would be capable of holding him just one last time... But alas his endeavors are in vain as he lacks the magical components by which to power her cold body, but AHA! a moment of glory as he realizes he can rip the ethernano straight from YOUR corpse and use it for her's, such a splendid plan! (Kill him.)
An old wedding ring for up to 2 people in the party.
Putting the job paper into his pocket, away from eyesight, he focused on the large area; the previous guild which held its base here was having quite the fate. Turning into the ruins that he looked at now, the ghost mage felt anxious… he couldn’t begin to imagine the torment that the guild members had felt back then. It must’ve been a fatally wicked fate for them. “… I get what you feel, Mura,” the ghost samurai commented, “but take your time dwelling in thoughts. You might get busy when you enter… who knows what kinds of wicked things that are hidden behind these walls?” The Onmyōji nodded quickly and spoke up to share his thoughts: “I just… it must’ve been a crazy event. Turning into mere cracks of time like this… I feel kind of bad for them.” He slowly lifted his head up to the top of the guild’s ruins, focusing on the very tip that touches the atmospheric light, “Hmm… we should get started, then. The enemy could be hiding anywhere.” He quickly adjusted the sheathed katana on his back, while folding out the short cloak that only reached down to his belly. He actually began putting on his headphones and used his gauntlet to turn on some good-old jazz, while waiting for whatever would surprise him…