There is an ominous aura about this place. It seems to be haunted with the souls of the early departed. Anyone who steps foot in this place is at the mercy of those spirits. Huh?! What was that?! An exhale of breath upon your neck....or are you simply..going insane?
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Ikusa strolls into the graveyard, his halberd dragging across the old soil, leaving a trail behind him. He ventures deep into the graveyard. He seems to have no purpose in his strides, but it matters little to him. "This fog is odd...No..no it is fine..nothing wrong with it..But..what if there is..Shut up you fool. Hm..I need a place to sit..and eat..food? No..I'm not hungry..but thank you for asking..." He finds himself a nice tombstone to sit upon. He then removes his halberd from his back and stabs it into the gorund beside him. He swings his legs off the tombstone and whistles..some unintelligeble tune.

He smiles and dons his mask. Jumping down from the tobstone Ikusa acts like he has a sowrd in his hand and is fighting some invisble enemy. "Where ye be, ye scalywag?! YARRRR!!" He contiues to battle with no one when some spraks crackle in his hands. Ikusa jumps in surprise and looks at his hands. He flexes his hand and nothiong happens. He flicks the at a tree, and nothing happens. Enraged Ikusa screams and clenches hsi fists, causing sparks to crackle around his hands. "Ahh..I see..wo..my rage causes the power of teh mask to flow into my hands..befuddling.." He chuckles then looks around. "Where the hell am I?"

Reason wanders into the graveyard, gazing at all the tombstones. She would have had a proper burial for Eriq...if only she weren't chased out of Solace...if only Eriq wasn't slaughtered by stupid humans. Humans! Ungrateful creatures of ugliness...

Reason sighs and sits down at the base of a tombstone. Such a morbid place to be...but nothing else in this part of the world is even minimally as interesting as this graveyard...Reason smirks as she stares down upon the many graves of the human race. Her face scrunches into one of distaste at the word 'Human'. Such primeval creatures who think they have every right to be on top of the food chain. What do they know about true genuinity? Nothing...Absolutely nothing...

Ikusa giggles with glee and then clenhces his fists, thnink of anger inducing thoughts, the spaarks crackling around his hands. "Now..to channle it..but how..?" He muses to himself. "I shall deal with that later." He take shis mask off and latches it to the side of his pants. He looks up and down the graves and starts to hum "Yanee Doodle Dandy" while spinning in circles.

Reason stands angrily...and then calms herself immediately. Listening to myself think such disgusting thoughts...Who am I to judge the human race? I'm no better myself...Elves aren't the most peaceful of creatures.

Reason grumbles to herself as she leaves the graveyard.

Ikusa stops whistling and looks around. "....This place...is very....lonely...." A chilling wind blows through the graveyard. ".....I Miss...my...my..." His eyes start to water a bit. "....my donkey..." He bows his head and begins to weep softly to himself. After about 15 minutes of the ridiculous weeping, Ikusa looks up and smiles. "Hmm....what would happen...if I went into some surrounding forest...?" He looks towards the entrance/exit of the graveyard and slowly makes his way to it. His halberd drags across the ground, creating an errie screeching sound.