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Dagda
Just call it an adventure and it ain’t so bad!
Job: Free Form
Post Word Count: 1,206
Job Word Count: 1,206
Muse: Daddy/10
Music: Moondust
Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
Post Word Count: 1,206
Job Word Count: 1,206
Muse: Daddy/10
Music: Moondust
Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
Darkness encompassed Dagda. It was all he could see. It surrounded him, filled him, consumed him. It held him, carried him through the void in which he had been thrown. Occasionally a light would flash in the pitch black, streaking by before returning him to the darkness. Dagda had noticed that it had a tunnel-like shape every time light would pass by.
The Leviathan wasn’t sure how long he had been here in this space. Minutes? Weeks? Did time even exist here? There was no way to track it. There wasn’t even a way to tell where he was. All he knew was darkness. Darkness and pain.
The last thing Dagda remembered was being in the control room of the Mizi fortress on Tetsukazu. He had come there to meet with the Mizi to discuss his actions from a previous day. Despite his hatred for the beings, he wanted to reconcile with them for the sake of his people. They were still blinded by their worship of the invaders. He had to act like he was still a supporter of Mizi control. It was too soon and too dangerous for him to usurp their control after working against them in the shadows for years.
The meeting had been an ambush. Dagda was alone with the five remaining Mizi. As he entered the chamber, they had confronted him. All of his treason against Mizi rule was brought to light, exposing Dagda. He was a heretic in their eyes, trying to stir rebellion under their noses. They had attacked him after all their accusations were revealed. It was a vicious, one-sided battle. The magic they had cloaked the room with prevented Dagda from using his Leviathan form, which left him at a disadvantage. The battle waged around a giant circular opening in the center of the room, which was covered by a metal aperture.
The Leviathan held them off the best he was able, but there was only so much he could do. It all came to a head when he was sparring with a Mizi by the name of Ergal. Dagda's arm had transformed to be made of a dark blue-gray slate. Metal had sheared off of stone as he battled the axe-wielding being. His right arm and the weapon had interlocked and the two struggled to overwhelm the other with strength.
Another Mizi, Sighne, attacked Dagda from the side. Before he could react, she had swung at his arm with an enchanted sword. It landed at the spot where the slate part of Dagda’s arm ended and the skin began. Magically enhanced metal cut clean through skin, flesh, and bone. The Leviathan’s stone arm dropped to the floor. He was left with a furiously bleeding stump as he had roared in pain.
Dagda had stumbled back, nearly blinded by pain. Sighne used magic to open the aperture in the center of the room. Beneath it was a dark opening that swirled and crackled with energy. It seemed to be and endless hole with no bottom. Sighne had approached Dagda, who could barely stand straight. With a strong kick, the Leviathan was launched into the portal and away from everything he had ever known.
The whole time Dagda had been in this tunneling void, he slipped in and out of consciousness. The pain from his arm stump was always there, throbbing and aching. It never seemed to end. When he was conscious, Dagda’s mind wandered. It was hard to contemplate where he was and what this place was. Did he really exist? Had he passed away, and this is what came after life? He often thought about his son. The little boy’s face was easy to picture. Dagda missed him dearly, and often found himself in tears at the thought. Would he ever see his son again? He struggled to even consider the possibility.
After a few days - or was it minutes? - Dagda stopped floating and started moving. It wasn’t clear how he knew, he just did. Slowly he began to pick up speed through the tunnels. Light began to flash by more often. Eventually, it became constant, outlining the tunnel-shape. Dagda realized that he was in some sort of portal. It could even be a wormhole. Whatever it was, he was traveling through space. The light that lined the tunnel was created by passing stars.
Dagda felt that he was getting close to something in the tunnel. Though it seemed never ending, subtle shifts in the space let him know when things changed. The titan had no control over where he was going. Eventually he ought to end up somewhere, right?
That somewhere ended up being a portal opening that approached in a blink. Dagda was launched out of the opening at a fast pace. Dark brown eyes looked frantically around, trying to figure out where he was. It seemed that he had been dropped out of the wormhole tunnel into a stormy sky. He wasn’t even sure what planet he was on, but it definitely wasn’t Tetsukazu.
Dagda looked around through the dark storm clouds as he fell. Wait - falling? All at once, the Leviathan realized that he was plummeting through the air towards the planet’s surface. Gusts of wind and thick raindrops began to pelt the man as he fell. His skin turned red with the battering of the weather.
The Leviathan broke through the base of the stormy clouds. Beneath him, a strange-looking forest spread for miles. The trees were tall and unlike anything he had seen before on Tetsukazu. Dagda looked straight down and realized there was a lake beneath him. He was directly on target to land in it. The waters looked turbulent with giant waves that pushed from shore to shore.
Dagda could only watch as he fell closer and closer. He curled his body into a ball the best that he could with only one arm. A raging fire of pain had alighted in the stump once again, reminding him that it was a fresh, open wound. The titan closed his eyes as he reached impact, hoping that he wouldn’t die.
His body collided with the lake’s surface with a BOOM, sending water splashing high into the air. The turbulent water tore at his arm wound. Dagda let out a tremendous roar of pain that shook the earth. The titan’s form tore through the water and he collided with the lakebed. Rocks tore at his skin, breaking through the clothing and leaving him with cuts all over.
Dagda uncurled his body slowly, the pain nearly knocking him out. He had to get out of the lake before he drowned. The injury, the fall, and the water had taken all of the little energy he had. There was no chance of turning his body to stone so that he didn’t have to breathe. He began to push himself to the surface.
As he breached the water, waves tore at the man. Was the lake always like this? He hoped not. “Help! Please help me!” he cried out weakly across the water, hoping that if there was anyone around that they could hear him over the storm. If not, there was a large chance that he would perish.
The Leviathan wasn’t sure how long he had been here in this space. Minutes? Weeks? Did time even exist here? There was no way to track it. There wasn’t even a way to tell where he was. All he knew was darkness. Darkness and pain.
The last thing Dagda remembered was being in the control room of the Mizi fortress on Tetsukazu. He had come there to meet with the Mizi to discuss his actions from a previous day. Despite his hatred for the beings, he wanted to reconcile with them for the sake of his people. They were still blinded by their worship of the invaders. He had to act like he was still a supporter of Mizi control. It was too soon and too dangerous for him to usurp their control after working against them in the shadows for years.
The meeting had been an ambush. Dagda was alone with the five remaining Mizi. As he entered the chamber, they had confronted him. All of his treason against Mizi rule was brought to light, exposing Dagda. He was a heretic in their eyes, trying to stir rebellion under their noses. They had attacked him after all their accusations were revealed. It was a vicious, one-sided battle. The magic they had cloaked the room with prevented Dagda from using his Leviathan form, which left him at a disadvantage. The battle waged around a giant circular opening in the center of the room, which was covered by a metal aperture.
The Leviathan held them off the best he was able, but there was only so much he could do. It all came to a head when he was sparring with a Mizi by the name of Ergal. Dagda's arm had transformed to be made of a dark blue-gray slate. Metal had sheared off of stone as he battled the axe-wielding being. His right arm and the weapon had interlocked and the two struggled to overwhelm the other with strength.
Another Mizi, Sighne, attacked Dagda from the side. Before he could react, she had swung at his arm with an enchanted sword. It landed at the spot where the slate part of Dagda’s arm ended and the skin began. Magically enhanced metal cut clean through skin, flesh, and bone. The Leviathan’s stone arm dropped to the floor. He was left with a furiously bleeding stump as he had roared in pain.
Dagda had stumbled back, nearly blinded by pain. Sighne used magic to open the aperture in the center of the room. Beneath it was a dark opening that swirled and crackled with energy. It seemed to be and endless hole with no bottom. Sighne had approached Dagda, who could barely stand straight. With a strong kick, the Leviathan was launched into the portal and away from everything he had ever known.
The whole time Dagda had been in this tunneling void, he slipped in and out of consciousness. The pain from his arm stump was always there, throbbing and aching. It never seemed to end. When he was conscious, Dagda’s mind wandered. It was hard to contemplate where he was and what this place was. Did he really exist? Had he passed away, and this is what came after life? He often thought about his son. The little boy’s face was easy to picture. Dagda missed him dearly, and often found himself in tears at the thought. Would he ever see his son again? He struggled to even consider the possibility.
After a few days - or was it minutes? - Dagda stopped floating and started moving. It wasn’t clear how he knew, he just did. Slowly he began to pick up speed through the tunnels. Light began to flash by more often. Eventually, it became constant, outlining the tunnel-shape. Dagda realized that he was in some sort of portal. It could even be a wormhole. Whatever it was, he was traveling through space. The light that lined the tunnel was created by passing stars.
Dagda felt that he was getting close to something in the tunnel. Though it seemed never ending, subtle shifts in the space let him know when things changed. The titan had no control over where he was going. Eventually he ought to end up somewhere, right?
That somewhere ended up being a portal opening that approached in a blink. Dagda was launched out of the opening at a fast pace. Dark brown eyes looked frantically around, trying to figure out where he was. It seemed that he had been dropped out of the wormhole tunnel into a stormy sky. He wasn’t even sure what planet he was on, but it definitely wasn’t Tetsukazu.
Dagda looked around through the dark storm clouds as he fell. Wait - falling? All at once, the Leviathan realized that he was plummeting through the air towards the planet’s surface. Gusts of wind and thick raindrops began to pelt the man as he fell. His skin turned red with the battering of the weather.
The Leviathan broke through the base of the stormy clouds. Beneath him, a strange-looking forest spread for miles. The trees were tall and unlike anything he had seen before on Tetsukazu. Dagda looked straight down and realized there was a lake beneath him. He was directly on target to land in it. The waters looked turbulent with giant waves that pushed from shore to shore.
Dagda could only watch as he fell closer and closer. He curled his body into a ball the best that he could with only one arm. A raging fire of pain had alighted in the stump once again, reminding him that it was a fresh, open wound. The titan closed his eyes as he reached impact, hoping that he wouldn’t die.
His body collided with the lake’s surface with a BOOM, sending water splashing high into the air. The turbulent water tore at his arm wound. Dagda let out a tremendous roar of pain that shook the earth. The titan’s form tore through the water and he collided with the lakebed. Rocks tore at his skin, breaking through the clothing and leaving him with cuts all over.
Dagda uncurled his body slowly, the pain nearly knocking him out. He had to get out of the lake before he drowned. The injury, the fall, and the water had taken all of the little energy he had. There was no chance of turning his body to stone so that he didn’t have to breathe. He began to push himself to the surface.
As he breached the water, waves tore at the man. Was the lake always like this? He hoped not. “Help! Please help me!” he cried out weakly across the water, hoping that if there was anyone around that they could hear him over the storm. If not, there was a large chance that he would perish.
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