An Apocalyptic Reckoning

The Acceptance
It is a stormy day in Fiore, and the gray clouds have drained the land of colour. The rain poured on the town of Gregordale and the cool winds blew across the brows of its citizens. And just outside of the town resides the Giant Hunter Guild on the Gregordale Strait. The water crashed on the port on which the hall is set upon and the members of the guild are more miserable than the weather. But amoung them all, one mage has the urge to lift his sorrows. His name is Perseus, but those who knew him called him Percy. Sitting alone at a lone table, he awaits his brothers' return. "It usually doen'st take those two this long to finish a job," Percy sighed. You see Percy's brothers, Rion and Tees are usually quick to finish their jobs, especially on a team, but today for some reason, they haven't yet returned. They had taken a job on an incredibly small job in Ferrymore to drive out some Vulcans. "Well, I believe there isn't any point in sitting around and waiting," he said in a gloomy voice, "I might as well look for a job myself." He walked over to the job kiosk where all jobs are posted in the guild hall. "Now let's see," he said to himself, "Pest control... Finding a theif... errr, nothing interesting." He searched the kiosk a while until he found the S-Class jobs, and it was then that something caught his eye. "Stop a Nightmare's Curse - 500,000,000 Jewel," he read aloud, "Head to Riverstine Town to the folk museum to accept the job." He took the poster from the kiosk and headed out the door. "Going for a job I see," called the Guild Master Gavriil Hunta. "It's an S-Class Quest," Percy explained, "tell my brothers when they come back okay?" "Very well Percy, hurry back," Master Gavriil called back. Percy continued out the door immediately; what he didn't know was he was about to be part of a coalition to destroy one of the most lethal forms on magic in the world.