Usually, Shea’s excuse for heading out to odd places at completely random times was for some company delivery or a mage job. Technically this was a mage job, but the songstress only found out about that after the fact. And what fact is that you might ask? The fact that the servant of Luna, goddess of the moon and nemeses of evil, who is Shea herself had sensed what she had sought to destroy; a lurking darkness and magical corruption.
While the singing mage is technically part of a more… a moral gray group of individuals, her duty to her goddess comes first and even if they were to mess with the forces of darkness the woman would show no mercy. ‘Good thing that hasn’t happened yet~!’ Shea thinks to herself in a whimsical manner, surveying the area around her. The trail of corrupting had led her to here, the Phoenix Mountains. Not exactly an interesting place, though there were legends of this being the place Phoenix's go to rebirth themselves.
The trail Shea had followed was first a feeling, then people in need. The hunters who have gathered in this area for a generation had recently fled, claiming that the vegetation eating animals had gone crazy and were hunting other animals and eating their flesh. Then those animals that have been killed were rising only to do the same. She had gone to the local Rune Knights and found that there was an actual job posting to investigate these strange occurrences. Shea took the job on a supposed cheerful whim, but in reality, she was frowning on the inside. Necromancy, huh? Dealing with death while attempting to return life, one of the worse dark magic’s to dabble in, to her opinion. Shea had dealt with necromancy before, which was why she was so confident going on this job alone, even if she merely a support mage. A few of her spells targeted the undead and dark in particular, making her a tad overconfident along with her goddesses blessing. But things usually work out well in the end for her, one way or another, so she felt little reason to worry.
But enough of that, it was time for investigation. It was night time, hard to see and overall seen as a disadvantage to most. But to the songstress, it was anything but a disadvantage. Under the moonlight, she was stronger and could put extra strength into beating anything that comes her way. So despite the shadow of night, Shea perched herself on the edge of a cliff overlooking the roadside, silhouette outlining itself against the moonlight as she attempted to see and sense what was up ahead, one hand clenched around her loyal lance, the other resting sassily on her hip. What she did sense wasn't all that good. "Looks like I have my work cut out for me." Shea muses to her invisible companion, who just lets out her usual ghostly giggle in response.