Clearing the Undead off the Dance Floor with Ribbons and Flames

Tristian had been wandering around the dead and barren wasteland of the cursed lands all day. All around him was sand and smoking mountains. The trees were dead sticks of wood standing tall above the ground. There wasn't a sign of life to be seen anywhere. "Oh this is just fucking great," said the kid while he kicked a stone to the side with all the force he could put behind it. The guild had received a cry for help by clearing a cementary. The owner of the place was requesting for the souls of undead swarming the cementary. When Tristian had heard about the job he had smiled by the idea of 'Whack a skelly' as a job. The guild hall of Savage Skull was located in the middle of a graveyard so they did encounter undead soldiers all the time. The children had created the game out of boredom and it quickly became a huge succes. Thinking back now was fun and all, but he had to hurry before the job was done by somebody else. He looked up at the sun that was burning on his face and let out a sigh. He quickly increased the tempo o which he was moving forward and before he knew it he had arrived by the cementary. To his surprise it was crowded, and not with undead as he was expecting. These people were very much alive and the confusion was clearly visable on his face.

Tristian walked up to the crowd of people and when he found someone alone alone at the side of the crowd he walked over to him. "I'm sorry, may I ask you a quest?"He asked kindly with a little smile on his face. "Good day young one, but ofcourse what can I do for you?" Said the man Tristian had spoken to. Tristian cleared his throat and went on "I got a message about trouble but the undead on the cementary, but these figures seem to be rather lively to be seen as undeads." The man looked up at Tristian and simply said "Ah. You must be Tristian.  follow me please," and he signalled that they were going to the left. Tristian didn't question and simply followed the old man with grey hair and a beard equally grey. After a few minutes of walking the man pointed to a place with an amazing stage half constructed. "What is that stage doing there? It's in the middle of a a depressing graveyard," Tristian said full of surprise. "That's where your job comes into the picture. Eliminate those and bring me their souls. Your partner will be there in a bit," the old man said with a slight smile and he vanished in the crowd again. Tristian didn't know what to think of this all. He walked towards the stage still with a face full of confusion but without fear. What was the worst thing that could happen after all. He looked around to see if anybody was looking at him and when he saw nobody in sight he pulled up his flames and vanished out of everybodies sight for a few seconds. When the flames went back down a 27 year old man stepped forward ready for battle. Tristian licked his lips and grinned "Let's go undead scum!" He yelled as he charged forward towards the main stage and blew a few of the undeads heads off.

Tristian was having fun with the undead beings as he was burning through them as if they were made of paper. His face was clearly showing his joy as he was showing a big grin on it. He was wondering what would happen if the stage would get set on fire but before he could even get close to it the ground started to shake llike crazy. The young man tried to keep his balance as a horde of undead knights stormed onto the stage and its surroundings. "Oh are you fucking kidding me?.. They wear armor?!" Tristian looked at the undead soldiers that were grouping for a rather organized attack. He started to look for weakspots in their formation but the front line seemed to wear a massive amount of armor. The man placed his feet firmly in the ground and with a quick and short sigh he started to go on what seemed to be a suicide charge. He knew that if these undead were wearing fire resistant armor that he would be done for but he simply couldn't worry about something as 'minor' as Death. He used to share a guildhall with Death herself so what was the worst that could happen.

As the young guy charged towards the formation of undead knights he saw a girl in the corner of his eyes. She was twirling and clearly here for the dance contest the stage was ment for. He looked between the girl and the knights and decided to first go and help the girl to safety. The man stopped his charge and made a sudden turn and made his way to the young girl. Before reaching her he had to defend himself from a few stray undeads but in the end he reached her. "May I ask you why in the name of god himself you're twirling around on a graveyard with undeads that wanna eat you alive?!" He yelled at the young girl. He clearly was furious about the fact she dared to put herself in danger. Life was quite precious and she dared to go and throw it away. "Let's go somewhere safe.. I'll clean this mess up later." Tristian said as he started to walk towards the side of the graveyard. He looked behind him to see if the girl was following and as he did he forgot to watch his surroundings. The undead noticed this and charged at him like madman and he got swarmed and couldn't defend himself in time. The black cloaked man got pulled to the ground where he tried to burn his attackers with all his might.