Death Hunters 10: Reapers

    In the distance one can see two towers, one white, one black. In the tree line three figures meet. One is a pale red glowing woman with red short spiky hair and wearing an odd leather bikini outfit with twin scythe hooks strapped her back with somehow straight glowing red chains coming off them, a woman who has been wandering the swamps for some time now attacking skeletal dragons and the odd zombie or two. The second a man in a black vest and outfit with short styled red spiky hair with a fishing pole strapped to his back, a man who has battled against Rhulan and Hollia’s group, a man known to them as the Death Fisher. The third figure is none other than the diminutive form of the Adorable Death Bringer. They stand around a circular blue glowing mechanical device sitting on the ground.

    “Sickle,” says the man looking at the woman to his right, “and Adorable Death Bringer,” he continues looking at the diminutive figure to his left, “well, well looks like we got ourselves a trio of trouble makers on this missions, hope you’ve both done as well as me, because when Death Fisher gets his hooks into a place he gets all the big fish.”

    “Fish puns?” says the scantly clad woman known simple as Sickle, “Really? Must you always be going on with the fish puns?”

    “Not as bad as the cutesy poo stuff,” he says pointing over at Adorable Death Bringer.

    “I’m cute, get used to it fisher boy.” she says in her high pitched voice.

   “Enough.” comes a regal woman’s voice from the device.

   “Yes lord Namia,” says Sickle bowing to the device.

   “Your word is our command boss lady.” says Death Fisher

   “I hear you and obey.” says Adorable Death Bringer.

   “Report.” says the voice of Namia.

   Death Fisher steps forward, “Okay, I’ll go first then all right, get this out of the way. Okay right after I got here, bam, found a place over flowing with ghosts. I was like this mansion or something. So you know I go in, do my thing, set up the stunners and my fisher and take a nap on the roof.”

    Sickle glares at him

    He continues undaunted, “Well next thing you know these adventurers show up and try to stop me.”

   He scratches the back of his head, “Yeah, guess the place was set up. Came back after and looked around, turns out the whole place was pretty much set up to attract ghosts for some local game or something weird like that. Yeah it…also gets a little complicated.”

   He pauses.

   “Well,” says Namia, “do not pause for effect.”

   “Sorry,” says Death Fisher, “Well the adventurers were a pair of Kuhrai, a little dragon, an angel, and a celestial…I think.”

    “Interesting.” says Namia, Adorable Death Bringer and Sickle look at him with curious expressions…Sickle anyway, ADB’s face is well hidden in darkness.

    “Yeah,” says Death Fisher, “they fought me off so like I did go and get more ghosts elsewhere. Did find out some weird stuff, well one there are these wolves with like human hands and can stand up that react to the containment crystals, makes them really nasty. There are these sexy cat girls in the woods too that don’t seem to like the crystals either, honestly I thought they were Kuhrai too at first, but no matter how many showed up they just couldn’t burst my bubble. But with like twenty of these cat chicks piling up on my bubble I wasn’t going to get any work done. Damned things would also attack the ghosts I drew in…and wouldn’t you know it they could actually hit ghosts; but after that not much else to tell, some weird phantoms with stronger powers than most places and a really powerful necromancer who used this stone to enter a tug of war with my containment crystal. But…”

   He shrugs, “That’s pretty much it, after that you called M’lady and I came here.”

   “Very well Tandenmaru.” says the voice of Namia, “That will do now.”

   There is a pause and all remain silent knowing their master is making up her mind.

    “Nya-Chan-Ko” says the voice of Namia, “AKA Adorable Death Bringer, report.”

    “Yes mistress, I have distressing news.” says Adorable Death Bringer, “The other day I captured a Netherworld skeletal wyvern not far from here.”

    “Really?” asks Namia

   “Yes my mistress I have observed also that there are a great number of people on this world able to both call and summon spirits, even those directly from the Land of the Dead or the Netherworld; in some cases its only temporary, but for others permanent. It has made tracking native spirits difficult.”

    After a short pause Namia asks, “Anything else?”

   “Sorry, no my mistress.” says Adorable Death Bringer

    “Hana Ichiro, AKA Sickle, your report.” says the voice of Namia.

    Sickle bows and says, “Yes your majesty, like the others I have very little to report in detail. Shortly after arriving I came across the soul of a deceased demon named Mookatin, shortly after being killed by an adventurer party the soul re-emerged on this world, implying no passage or even attempt of passage occurred for this soul. It absorbed the mystical energy of this world immediately and changed it into necro energy, reviving its self under the name Tin Tin. As I came upon it, it was defeated in battle by a team of adventurers, which given the description may be the same group Death Fisher encountered, as serendipitous as that would be, although I would have only stated on as a Kuhrai, I imagine given his descriptions that the only one left to be the missing Kuhrai to be the young priestess, I suppose she must have done something he didn’t mention to reveal her true nature to him. In any matter she nearly did my job for me, performing a powerful exorcism spell on him. Unfortunately it seems her spell was limited by its light range and the demonic spirit escaped being exorcised by falling to the bottom of the swamp. However I was able to retrieve upon its resurfacing, of course they did not see me. Like Death Fisher I too suspect one of them may be a celestial, however her aura felt…off in that regard, but it was similar.

    Since then little else I have harvested as been of particular interest, some ghosts, and some zombies from an abandoned tunnel. There was one thing I came across, it emitted a strong evil aura, a ghost like aura yet appeared completely solid, a pale woman in a black dress with long black hair, I assumed due to the aura and appearance that this was some form of banshee. I attempted to harvest her, but her form vanished in smoke. Going over my read outs I have determined that what I encountered was either an out of body experience or an astral projection, in either case the subject has an odd power to have such an aura while in that state. ”

    They can hear giggling coming from the transponder device followed by Namia saying, “That was Satasar you encountered my dear; a deity, or rather an astral projection of one. I suppose given her nature that her astral projection would have the same aura as a death disease spirit.”

    Namia appears before them, floating above the transponder, just as she had appeared before Sally before.

    “My Death Hunters,” she says, “This has been an excellent first test, however it is my understanding that this land is known as the mystical continent, thus is may not in fact represent the current condition of the entire world. I am going to send each of to a different part of this rather unusual Earth.”

   A holographic map of the world is projected from the transponder.

   “Sickle,” she says, “I shall send you to this world’s Eastern Asia, a place the locals call the Xiang Empire. Death Fisher I shall send you to this world’s Europe, a place the locals call the Croix Empire. And Adorable Death Bringer I shall send you to this world’s Australia, a place the locals call the Agrax Empire. It is my understanding that these three represent the largest most powerful governments and land ownership by a single governing party each for this world.”

    With a wave of her hand each vanishes with a bow. Namia vanishes as well taking the transponder with her. However not far from this site a figure in a large tree has been watching them, to a causal observer it would appear to be a massive shadowy black bird with huge wings, a tail draped over the back of its perch, which it holds onto with massive black talons. However between the feathers a human eye watches them, set into a pale human face with the occasional strand of its black primitive feather like hair falling over its gorgeous human face. If one could see beneath the wings hiding her body they would see a pale naked woman’s torso with light pink nipples upon her B-cup perky breasts; however a traveling eye down south would find a black feathered pair of bird legs. This creature, a being known as a Shadow Harpy sits and tilts her head puckering her full naturally blood red lips thinking, “huh?”