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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

"Are you the reason I was brought back to life?" Callum asked, his teeth gritted and his fists clenched. He wasn't mad that he was brought back, he was happy to be given another chance at life. But from what he experienced so far, the afterlife was complicated, and he'd rather not deal with the mess altogether. "Who are you?"
 
Daniel chuckled and shook his head. "You aren't alive because of me. I'm just a messenger, not in a much different situation than you. Trust me, I'd rather be dead if I could be, but here I am, and here you are. My name is Daniel Kearney. I don't know who you two are, but I know that you, sir, were revived, and I'm tasked with teaching you a thing or two about your new job." He approached so he was closer, though he kept an eye on Emmalia in case she would pull a weapon. "That knowledge should be enough proof of who I am for you two, right?"
 
Callum didn't speak, he only waved his hand dismissively at Emmalia to silently let her know she didn't need to draw her weapon on him. "Alright, continue." He said simply, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms. "What exactly am I supposed to be doing?"
 
Daniel shrugged a bit and looked over at Emmalia. "Well, if the young miss can overhear, then I'll tell you, that I don't quite know. You're job and mine, very different. You find lost souls and send them to Death. I hunt demons. What I can tell you, is how everything else works. Death cannot directly affect our realm without repercussions. But, luck can be influenced. A branch falling in the path, flipping a coin, these are ways you'll be told where to go where you're most needed. What I was shown, thanks to a dream, which is another, though rare, way that Death will communicate with you, is that gathering souls won't just be fighting. It will be talking with them, appealing to emotions, and, yes, some battle with those still alive. I don't know how your immortality works, though, mine... it's different. I know that." He looked over at emmalia, then back to Callum. "I can tell because of her. Death doesn't separate soul mates, not for long, not without a deal."
 
Callum instinctively looked over at Emmalia, unsure how to process this new information. At least he knew there was an afterlife, and Death was more forgiving than many believe. "So... I'm a reaper of sorts? Except I bring back lost undead." That was the most simple way he could phrase it, as the entire situation was a confusing mess at best.
 
Emmalia looked at him for a few seconds, then moved to sit in the chair next to Callum and take his hand in hers.

Daniel, taking Emmalia's movement as a sign that he was no longer seen as a threat, sat down at the table and leaned back in his chair. "That was how it seemed to me in the dream.some souls are stuck because of emotions, unfinished business, others are trapped. I have a mage friend, one of the best in Trulane, and he even told me some mages capture souls to make spells more potent or make them more powerful."
 
"So, how do I know when I come across them? Do they look just like people, or do they resonate some kind of feeling?" Callum was rather curious how he'd be able to tell. He also wasn't sure if he had some kind of quota to meet, expectations to fulfill, or if he just reaped them when he came across any.
 
"I don't know," Daniel said with a shrug. "I hunt demons, kid, and kill bad people while I'm at it. Never seen a ghost -well, never a normal ghost. But my guess, you'll know. Death doesn't make our jobs hard. We're just the muscle that executes it." He looked over at Emmalia again, then back to Callum. "You're lucky, you have your soulmate with you. I have my two companions but... it's different...."
 
Callum's hand squeezed Emmalia's gently, not taking his eyes off of Daniel. Callum slowly nodded his head and said, "I'll be on the lookout, then. Thank you for the information, Daniel. Emmalia, whenever you're free, let the guards know to let him in if he ever needs to return for some reason."
 
Daniel chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I can get in if I need to... though a door would be nice. And if I may, one last thing. You'll probably die again, and be resurrected, but when she dies," he pointed to Emmalia, "you can adjust your contract. Just try not to get dragged down to Hell by some spirit, it's a bitch to crawl out of." He stood up and said, "I'll stay at the local inn for about a week, if you think of any questions, come and ask." With that, he walked away, towards the proper exit.

Emmalia looked at Callum and softly said, "I told you he'd find you, not vice versa."
 
"Well the poor man did have to climb a damn lot of castle walls and trees to get to me." He argued before going back to his meal. "I just hope he was right when he said this job is rather straightforward. I can't deal with complications. I'm a Lord, I can barely get out of the castle as it is."
 
Emmalia stared at him with concern before squeezing his hand. "Cal. You've been revived on a deal. We will need to travel. Death might revoke this and I can't lose you again. We can have advisors take your place while we travel, come back regularly, we can make this work! And Camilla, well, she would be at risk on the throne, so let's keep her safe."
 
Callum nodded his head slowly as he thought for a moment. After a while, he leaned over and gave Emmalia a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Alright, we'll leave first thing tomorrow morning. I'll let my advisors know. Guess it's back to the life of adventuring." He gave her a hopeful smile as he stood.
 
Emmalia stood as well, and caught his arm gently. "Cal, I know what I just said, but tomorrow may be too soon for you - you were just revived!" Her concern was evident in everything from her tone to her expression and body language. After what he had been through, she was scared. She didn't just want him safe and by her side, she needed him with her
 
"I appreciate your concern for me Em, but it's unwarranted. I am perfectly fine, I've never felt better. For your sake I'll take it easy, but like you said, I don't want this revoked." He pulled her into a gentle embrace. "Why? When were you thinking was a good time?"
 
Emmalia returned the hug tightly, not wanting to let him go. "I don't know, two or three days? Maybe there's spirits around here that you can help first?" She knew she was grasping for straws at that point.
 
"I'm not sure... We'll have to see." He held her tight and gave her a gentle kiss. "I'll keep an eye out for them. I wonder if you can see them too." Callum pulled away slowly from Emmalia. "I love you, Em. Seems like Death doesn't even want us to be apart."
 
"Doesn't seem so," Emmalia said with a smile. "As for the ghosts, I don't think I can see them, I never have, and I haven't noticed any recent changes. Tell me if you see any, though."
 
"I will, promise." He smiled softly as he pushed in his chair and began to walk away. "I'm heading down to the library if you'd like to join me."
 
Emmalia took his hand and walked by his side. "Well of course I would. But why are you going to end library? To research spirits?" It would make sense, but it didn't seem likely that there were books by people like him... if there had ever been anyone like him.
 
"Of course that's what I'm going to do. I'm talking serious Montage - style history lessons." Callum squeezed her hand as they entered the library. "You'd be surprised how much stuff my father had books on. He basically hoarded them. I wouldn't be surprised he delved into the more supernatural side of knowledge."
 
Emmalia shrugged and found her favorite chair to curl up in, picked up a library cat, and sat down with the at in her lap. "Well I'm here, if you find anything, tell me." She was aware that she should probably have been looking for a book with him, so she added, "I'll help in a few minutes."
 
"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand dismissively as he looked through the large amounts of shelves. Soon he began to compile a stack of books, only finishing when he was well into the twenties. He sat down at the table and pulled down one from the top of the pile and began to look through it.
 
Emmalia looked up from playing with the cat in her lap. "You want me to take a few? Maybe we could speed-read-skim through them really quickly, if it's both of us."
 
Callum nodded as he moved half the stack over to her. He eventually had four books open at once as he skimmed through the pages of all of them. "Have you gotten anything yet?" He asked less than a minute after he gave the books to her.
 

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