The smell of the moist pub was something most drunkards didn’t notice, but the restrooms stank of straight piss and it could be seen vividly expressed across Erebus’ face as he came through the door, zipping up his pants. He first thought to just leave the Inn, a fair night’s rest was already provided to him and he was a man about his money. Always figuring someway to make a faster buck than the day before. That was exactly what was on his mind as he was crossing paths with an underage girl and caught the tail end of the conversation Gunter was having with Isabella. Rather than commit to just eavesdropping, he took a seat, he raised his hand for a drink, to which the Bartender would hurriedly move away from Kratos. Erebus had only seen a few Dardian his whole life, he didn’t know much about them except that they’re personable.

Bandits? Erebus was the only high name thief to enter the town recently. Suddenly, the onset of being chased was on his mind again, however, with his head hidden underneath his helmet, he wasn’t necessarily as recognizable off rip anymore. Instead of just allowing himself to be ambushed, he decided to fork up an alias and see if he could make that quick lil sack while he was in town. He kept his hand on the side of his neck, as if it ached.  

Groaning a little he turned, hoping these guys were an open adventuring party. With Rinni speaking before Erebus, and him there to catch that conversation too. He was now under the complete context that at least two people here were of speculative danger. Nonetheless, it was tempting to make new friends.  “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. Did you say there were bandits in town? Is there a reward?”

He didn’t expect to be answered right away. He didn’t even expect to be able to go of course. Really, he was more expecting of the worst possible situation. Then again, there was never a genuine need to worry; assuming makes an asshole, and that was the truest fact of them all. Erebus offered a thumbs up. “Mind if I come?” Erebus would be on one side of Gunter with no one on the other side of Erebus’ position. Rinni on the other side of Gunter, sat cozy in the middle, and Isabella at the end, further down the bar was Kratos, who would be parked: still trying to get free commissary. Erebus made sure to sit somewhere ideal, in case all this shit really went to hell.  

Such was the life of a paranoid schizophrenic.

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All Gear Equipped.

Holy shit. This is escalating. Really gotta chill with those psychedelics...

Thought the Rogue to himself, he wasn’t even the most phased out of the group. Because what was going on seemed to take them all in by surprise; and to do that, warranted a fair level of “wtf” in reactants.

He assumed just as many of the others were trying to put together just what in in the hell was happening; as was he. The Bartender died just seconds after Erebus was told that he was participating in some quest to help this bombshell Isabella chick. The pale dude was serious about what he said but a little too serious in the madness of it all, the vibe turned a tad morbid when he insisted on killing his companion, that in turn murdered someone, and was now being rushed by an overgrown Lycan. I mean shit, there wasn’t judgement there, Erebus just couldn’t help throwing the shot of whiskey back and commenting. “This is wild.” After all, you are either intimidating or dauntless where there usually isn’t an in between. This guy was with the chops, and his Dardian was a more than violent sort. More intimidating than the lich. Wait... Erebus shot back to looking at King only to react with wider eyes. Was that Odin??? Did all lich have the same face... was he stereotyping them.

Shit.

Erebus shook it off. He spoke up, cutting the idea of the fake alias, he had thrown together earlier in thought. The whole ordeal kind of took his mind off it, and his own name had slipped before he really thought about the disadvantages giving himself away would lead too. “Just call me Erebus everyone. I’m kind of a big deal, depends who you ask. Doesn’t really matter to me anymore though, I can tell everyone is too busy to care,” he threw back another shot, now much more comfortable with the fact he was around other less than ‘civil’ characters. The alcohol was starting to hit; aside that fact, Erebus finally didn’t feel like the weirdest person in a room. A nice little change up around other unique individuals.

He figured someone was about to shoot up and try to put the Wolf Down. Erebus kind of felt like attacking a kid being a werewolf or not, was lame. He decided to sit backseat and watch the chaos unfurl for self. “Personally I’m rooting for the Wolf.” He then added. “When are we leaving though? And where too exactly?”

Erebus had much he wished to talk about. One he wanted to have a conversation with the Odin imposter, the little girl was drinking booze with killers, that was new take. And the sexualized teen groupie was trying to kill Splinter, the overgrown rat. While Erebus and a Vampire watched with amusement from the bloodied bar.

Today was quite different...

Erebus breathed a sigh in of relief, with both the females taking for the bathroom. Things would get a split second to dissolve and go back to normal. The less heads in the noisy chamber-room the better to Erebus, who was getting a little overwhelmed by the sheer speed of it all. Like, it probably hasn’t fully registered someone head was just smashed in and murdered. He guessed he’d probably think about it later. For now, he was kind of just getting down with the group itself. Around just the males and Isabella, things seemed to get simpler. That didn’t mean it was as entertaining but at least consistency was in the works. Maybe that was for the better.

The Rogue’s attention drifted down to Gunter’s outstretched hand. Now, Erebus wasn’t the naive sort on most occasions, that just willy-nilly places trust with strangers or anything, especially with those who knew exactly who he was before he knew them. Yet, he was polite (and still straight ninja as fuck, either way) enough to shake his new colleague’s hand. ”Cool name. Kind of ironic your surname is Wolf, and you’re with a Werewolf accomplice.” He wanted to say more, but too much was never a good idea.

Erebus tended to ramble, he bit his tongue down. Discipline is righteous. Self-pain would teach him to become more reserved. As a Juggernaught for his beliefs, Erebus could never afford to think childish. Lest he get sent into Mind-Fuck Land again by Zagan.

Speaking of Zagan... Gunter has a similar vibe. But the glass of wine was beginning to really make Erebus think this guy was a vampire... Wait; oh, okay. He suddenly figured that out. Perhaps a bit late to the party, he thought to himself as the Vampire stood and began walking for the door. Erebus threw back Gunter’s un-drank whiskey, seeing is how blood was the real quench for that guy.

He followed in behind, though as a Cigar was offered to him, he held his hand back and smiled. ”No need. I got some buzzy magic smoke here, super relaxing stuff.” Erebus said, revealing his magical Hermit pipe, as he inhaled black fumes, his eyes would dilate and return quickly. He allowed it’s magic to sedate his worries of paranoia. Though it wouldn’t deteriorate his alertness either.

As if to match Gunter’s offer though, Erebus hit the pipe twice and held it out to the Vampire, as he awaited the women. The King, Erebus assumes followed beside him; Erebus would offer the pipe to the lich too, should Gunter not take it and pass it around in a circle. Then, he’d start up with the Skeleton. “So... how’s it been? How’s the mission,” Vaguely recalling, but Erebus remembered Odin wanted to take over the kingdom. So maybe that’s why he was going by The King right? Erebus figures he was either spot on, that this was his guild master, or he was really bad at comparing dead people, but either way, he presented himself as if the two were co-workers at the office. Just breaking the ice, no harm or foul in his mind-shifts.

Erebus would look over at Isabella, her voluptuous hourglass figurine was the first thing he noticed, but instead of drool about it. He decided to push the quest agenda a bit harder. “Where’s our location anyways, who is the target?”
He awaited Tempris and Rinni’s return, as well as Kratos coming out the Bar too.

The Rogue became curious after the Lich knew exactly what he was thinking, he must have been compared to Odin already. Interesting, and the Lich himself seemed absorbed in his own affairs. He left before shit hit the fan fully, Tempris came out just as chaos was beginning to ensue. He wanted to offer the child help, but more importantly the beast that Rinni has become was already making over to the group. Kratos was taking for the forest momentarily. Erebus couldn’t help but think the companion Dardian was more trouble than aide... a lot. Then again, it wasn’t his ally, so he kept his mouth shut.

Erebus listened to Gunter as King took for the hills at that point, the sound of wood breaking and glasses busting inside, alerted Erebus and Gunter simultaneously. Just as Gunter urged Erebus not to kill, he would nod, scarlet pink daggers were then unsheathed from his backside instantly. They were jagged in the shape of a kris, with purple and red decor’d-hearts at the epicenter, the blades spun from their handles in his fingertips, and suddenly the scent of blood and the thrill of adventure picked up. Erebus felt himself smile. These were his favorite times.

Finally, another chance to escrita something had presented itself. Though, with this set of daggers, Erebus could play a brutal game and make sure his opponents suffered whilst undying. The Daggers had the magical ability to both return the endurance to destroyed limbs, and debuff his opposition. Not waiting for the chance to have a target snuck from him, Erebus  flipped one of his daggers around, so that the sharpened side pointed back towards his elbows. The blunt end of the handles would keep him from outright taking out vital organs. Both daggers were now in ice-pick mode, so as to fight with the handles only.

He then launched— moving past Isabella and defending her a few feet from her location, with a speed that would likely dwarf the werewolves multiple times over. He then brought the blunt end of his passionate-weapon to the side of Rinni’s jaw, This would appear as if he were hovering a foot over the ground after a jump; between her jaw and the muscles keeping her bottom half mouth up, Erebus simply trained himself to fit the handle between these locations. And ‘rock’ her, with one mighty stinger shot. His superhuman strength would prove Erebus was far more than the average rogue off the block, using his hands and weapons, Erebus was a timed Ninja on his feet. More than enough time to completely take the wolf off its back-legs and then slam it against the ground in a fell one-move takedown, all he did was throw his hand into a desired place after a jump scare surpise— so it wasn’t as if the wolf couldn’t react, however Erebus was a challenge all on his own.

To protect himself, the left arm holding the still back-facing dagger, with the blade extended up his forearm would create a shield, should any of the Werewolve’s appendages try to attack him, he would attempt meeting those blows head on with a block from this dagger, and in this case, that meant having to run a full-arm through his scarlett-tinted blade and allowing an intelligent technical fighter another counter opportunity to escrita at wicked pace.

Meanwhile, if his initial attack had landed at all, Erebus would use the force to push himself back and flip, where he’d land on his feet in a crouch state; level himself into a defensive stance and await for the wolf to charge, where he’d saw it down from the ankles up.

“Listen, I urge you to control yourself before things get worse for you. This is a quest, you’re asking for a lot from us if you make this continue.“ Erebus said, level-headed. There was almost a pitiful tone in his voice, as a Human. Erebus did pity those who had their humanity ripped away, but that wasn’t his problem. Finishing them afterwards, that was his problem.

Erebus wondered how Gunter was prepping his own defense. Though, his full attention was trained on Rinni. None of his shots were lethal, but at least one was mighty enough to disorientate the Wolf for the next few seconds.


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Name: Bad Romance
Rank: S
Mana Cost: 500
Requirements: Valentine's Daggers of Passion
Type: Supplementary
Element: Arcane
Range: Attack
Cooldown: 5 Posts
Duration: Sustain
Effect: The user lands a hit with the weapon on a target to activate this spell. Upon harming a target, the user can sustain a Debuff to an attribute of their choice on the target.


500MP expended, -80 SPEED against Rinni

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Erebus was in a crouch so the arrival of Gunter's combination allowed him to prospect what happened next, Tempris. oh, the poor kid... Gunter booted the absolute fuck out of her. Erebus would be eager to heal her endurance. He thought, or perhaps he could effectively meet the character later and see what her role in all of this chaos was. What happened next didn't come as a shock, Rinni was naked, cool. Now they all knew what Rinni looked like. Erebus would discipline himself later for such a unique privilege. Perhaps he would bleach his eyes under the sun or something along those lines. Rinni was underage after all.

"Hey Gunter. What happens next man. Are we helping this bombshell titty bitch or what."

Also, where the hell did King run off too, Erebus instantly recalled. Perhaps they should follow that dude, if King knew how to look exactly like Odin, maybe Erebus could look exactly like this super sexy mage that use to be a shitbag with a bounty like has now. What was his name? Noel Raion, damn what Erebus could do with a face like that.

"What about the Lich, is that guy important. Should we search for him?
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