When wandering around at the foot of the mountain, Solmar had a rather clear sight stretching out across the open ocean. With the cliffs far beneath him, this portion of Fiore seemed to have great natural defenses against any kind of threat that might come in from the water, and most likely had had this for thousands of years. It reminded him of the tale he had been told during his travels when a group of archaeologists along with his own aid, had uncovered something that had been hidden for hundreds of years. The crypt he had uncovered that day had shown him the sight of a strange, grossly oversized weapon that seemed weathered and had likely seen a lot of battle before the wielder eventually perished. The crypt, which had apparently belonged to an ancient chieftain belonging to a group of people known as the Kendov, had launched raiding parties into the lands of Fiore in order to establish a place where his people could continue their existence. Though he had heard from the archaeologists how their own ancestral lands had been destroyed by a dragon, out of a need to not look stupid, he had claimed to know what that was and kept his mouth shut about it.
It hadn't been until an encounter with other travelers on the road leading up to the mountain that he had actually come to figure out what a "Dragon" actually was. As the tale of the chieftain known as Sahlunin would have one believe, the massive slab of metal he wielded as a sword had supposedly been crafted so someone could use it to slay a dragon, a feat Solmar himself considered to not be as probable as the ancient Kendov people might have made it out to be. At the time, when Solmar had taken the hilt of the weapon in his hand, it had disappeared in the blink of an eye, not leaving a single trace as to where it had gone. It went without saying that this had been quite bothersome for the archaeologists who now had much less to go on with their studies and investigative work. That said, he had been able to help them out quite a bit with some translations, seeing as he could somehow read the ancient language of the Kendov as if it were the common tongue. Though this had struck both him and the archaeological team as odd, they decided to shrug it off for the sake of their work.
Since that time though, he had been having dreams that were different from what he had normally been dreaming. Normally, he would either just dream about random things like a place where apples had the size of boulders, hills and even mountains, of strange creatures that no one had ever seen before, or nightmares of Vetis regarding the death of his relatives and everyone he once knew. Now, another dream had been added to the mixture, one in which a strange figure he had never seen before called out to him in a strange language. While strange, he could still make out the words and the intention behind it, knowing it to be the Kendov tongue he had apparently picked up while in the crypt of Sahlunin. Even though he more or less understood the language, it was as if the voice was distorted, making it nearly impossible for him to make out what it meant whenever it beckoned him into doing something. Having had the same dream early that same morning, he had done so with a rather clear thought in mind, thoughts of a specific location near a landmark he had passed when trying to find a lone hunter that had gone missing.
Still reeling a bit after solving his last two jobs and feeling a bit empty with his "victory", he felt like he could use a win right now, or at the very least a distraction from it all. Due to the nature of the recurring dreams, he figured that he might as well have a look and see what was to them, if there was anything to them at all. He had heard stories on his travels of people who could see the future through means of dreams, though he knew that this was not something he could do himself. Still, there was something odd about the dreams as they encompassed a place he had been to before, but showed in greater detail than he could actually remember. Whether this was merely his brain playing tricks on him or not remained to be seen, but considering how close he was to the place shown within his dreams, the very least he could do was to just check and see. It was for that reason that he had come to this portion of the phoenix mountains, the side closest to the sea, as that had been the place from where the Kendov people had always come with their longboats in order to execute their raids upon the ancient Fiorans.
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It hadn't been until an encounter with other travelers on the road leading up to the mountain that he had actually come to figure out what a "Dragon" actually was. As the tale of the chieftain known as Sahlunin would have one believe, the massive slab of metal he wielded as a sword had supposedly been crafted so someone could use it to slay a dragon, a feat Solmar himself considered to not be as probable as the ancient Kendov people might have made it out to be. At the time, when Solmar had taken the hilt of the weapon in his hand, it had disappeared in the blink of an eye, not leaving a single trace as to where it had gone. It went without saying that this had been quite bothersome for the archaeologists who now had much less to go on with their studies and investigative work. That said, he had been able to help them out quite a bit with some translations, seeing as he could somehow read the ancient language of the Kendov as if it were the common tongue. Though this had struck both him and the archaeological team as odd, they decided to shrug it off for the sake of their work.
Since that time though, he had been having dreams that were different from what he had normally been dreaming. Normally, he would either just dream about random things like a place where apples had the size of boulders, hills and even mountains, of strange creatures that no one had ever seen before, or nightmares of Vetis regarding the death of his relatives and everyone he once knew. Now, another dream had been added to the mixture, one in which a strange figure he had never seen before called out to him in a strange language. While strange, he could still make out the words and the intention behind it, knowing it to be the Kendov tongue he had apparently picked up while in the crypt of Sahlunin. Even though he more or less understood the language, it was as if the voice was distorted, making it nearly impossible for him to make out what it meant whenever it beckoned him into doing something. Having had the same dream early that same morning, he had done so with a rather clear thought in mind, thoughts of a specific location near a landmark he had passed when trying to find a lone hunter that had gone missing.
Still reeling a bit after solving his last two jobs and feeling a bit empty with his "victory", he felt like he could use a win right now, or at the very least a distraction from it all. Due to the nature of the recurring dreams, he figured that he might as well have a look and see what was to them, if there was anything to them at all. He had heard stories on his travels of people who could see the future through means of dreams, though he knew that this was not something he could do himself. Still, there was something odd about the dreams as they encompassed a place he had been to before, but showed in greater detail than he could actually remember. Whether this was merely his brain playing tricks on him or not remained to be seen, but considering how close he was to the place shown within his dreams, the very least he could do was to just check and see. It was for that reason that he had come to this portion of the phoenix mountains, the side closest to the sea, as that had been the place from where the Kendov people had always come with their longboats in order to execute their raids upon the ancient Fiorans.
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