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Dagda
Just call it an adventure and it ain’t so bad!
Job: B-Rank Exam
Post Word Count: 1,000
Job Word Count: 1,000/8,000
Muse: Daddy/10
Music: Facing the Sea
Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
Post Word Count: 1,000
Job Word Count: 1,000/8,000
Muse: Daddy/10
Music: Facing the Sea
Items Used IC/OOC: Item 1, Item 2
Active Spells: Spell 1 (Duration: x/x)
Outside of Capital Crocus, just a few days travel west, lies the Phoenix Mountains. Full of rugged peaks that touch the sky and deep, lush valleys, the range is quite a sight to behold. In the summers, the amount of green vegetation and colorful wildflowers attracts people from all around Fiore. In the winters, however, the terrain belongs to the cold clutches of vicious snowstorms and the creatures who struggle to survive them.
Luckily for Dagda, it was summertime. The titan was currently seated upon the edge of a cliff deep in the heart of the Phoenix Mountains. Booted feet dangled over the abyss-like canyon below. Occasionally they would kick into motion, swinging through the air. Where others’ hearts may have been set alight by such a risky perch, the Marmor was unbothered. He didn’t fear heights. The cool mountain breezes in such an open, beautiful place took his breath away as well as his caution.
Dagda lay back a soft cushion of mountain grasses seemed to reach around him in a comforting hold. Far above, clouds danced slowly in the skies, their puffy tops like oddly shaped mushrooms. This was heaven on earth, or maybe Earthland. Since his arrival from Tetsukazu, the giant man hadn’t seen a place that reminded him of his home. Bits here and there had been close, but nothing related exactly to the high mountain slopes in the highlands of Tetsukazu. Finally he had found a place that eased his homesickness by a significant amount. Or, perhaps it would make him even more homesick when he left these regal hills. There was no time to think about it too deeply. The fresh mountain air cleared his mind with each step he had taken up here. There were no worries up here, no strife, no problems. It was just him and nature. Nothing else in his life had the same effect.
Upon direction of some Crocus locals, he had set out for the Phoenix Mountains just a few days earlier. The trek had been long and tedious. Along the road he’d had to avoid some bandits - not that he had anything valuable to steal except his metal arm. Still, there was no reason to get into squabbles. Every day the mountains rose close in the distance. The sky-piercing peaks gave him the determination to continue on. Bustling cities didn’t help him focus on what his plan for the future was.
The climb had given him time to relax and ponder his options a bit. He was stuck here with no clear way home. The Mizi had sent him through a portal opening of some sort that had sent him tumbling through a wormhole for an unknown amount of time. There was no telling how far away he was from home. All the information he had learned about Earthland so far was from Percy Dagger, who had saved his life and fixed him with a new arm, Danny and his family, who he had met briefly at a winter festival, and Lili Kadokawa, a Rune Knight he had married in a fake wedding. There had been short conversations with others here and there, but those were the ones he had spent the longest time with. It was hard to be approachable when he was six feet and eight inches tall.
With all he had learned, Dagda knew that he may be the first Marmor to visit Earthland. That gave him very little to work with in his quest to learn more about the Mizi and return home. During his hiking, the titan decided to continue doing more research and bide his time until a lead came up or an opportunity to make progress in his journey. With his mind settled, he let it wander like the various deer he had seen among the foothills.
Dagda laid on that cliff edge for hours, letting the world move around him. He felt peaceful for the first time in a while. A storm passed a nearby valley, its great sheets of rain sweeping from slope to slope before moving on. The titan lay unbothered. Squirrels and birds chattered and sang, filling the space with ambient noise. Everything here was as it was supposed to be.
Until it wasn’t. All at once, the sounds of creatures around the cliff ceased. The stark silence was only broken by the warning cry of a raven as it swooped down the canyon. Dagda sat up from his place among the soft grass and wildflowers. He was on high alert, looking around the little meadow atop the cliff with a scrutinous eye. As a hunter, he knew what silence meant. There was something out there in the trees, something that was a threat, unusual, or sick.
A sound reached his ears. Was that… hoofbeats? It drew closer, scaring birds from their quiet perches. Squirrels chattered angry threats as it passed. Dagda had just turned to the location of the noise when a blur of white fur charged from the trees. Six large hooves kicked up dirt behind it. The creature skidded to a halt just yards from the Marmor.
Dagda jumped to his feet. Dark brown eyes stared at the white mass in awe. “How?...” he breathed to himself. The creature was one that was familiar to him, a native of the mountainous slopes of Tetsukazu. It was known as a Hexagoat, similar in appearance to that of Earthland mountain goats. However, Hexagoats had many features that set them apart, namely the fact that they had six muscular legs. These limbs allowed them for expert navigation of rugged terrain and strength that well exceeded that of a horse. Coarse white fur covers their tall but stocky bodies, including a long beard that lined their jaw like with many other goat species. All Hexagoats had large horns that curled from their brow back around near their ears. Females, however, had an extra set of smaller horns that sprouted just in front of their curled ones.
Luckily for Dagda, it was summertime. The titan was currently seated upon the edge of a cliff deep in the heart of the Phoenix Mountains. Booted feet dangled over the abyss-like canyon below. Occasionally they would kick into motion, swinging through the air. Where others’ hearts may have been set alight by such a risky perch, the Marmor was unbothered. He didn’t fear heights. The cool mountain breezes in such an open, beautiful place took his breath away as well as his caution.
Dagda lay back a soft cushion of mountain grasses seemed to reach around him in a comforting hold. Far above, clouds danced slowly in the skies, their puffy tops like oddly shaped mushrooms. This was heaven on earth, or maybe Earthland. Since his arrival from Tetsukazu, the giant man hadn’t seen a place that reminded him of his home. Bits here and there had been close, but nothing related exactly to the high mountain slopes in the highlands of Tetsukazu. Finally he had found a place that eased his homesickness by a significant amount. Or, perhaps it would make him even more homesick when he left these regal hills. There was no time to think about it too deeply. The fresh mountain air cleared his mind with each step he had taken up here. There were no worries up here, no strife, no problems. It was just him and nature. Nothing else in his life had the same effect.
Upon direction of some Crocus locals, he had set out for the Phoenix Mountains just a few days earlier. The trek had been long and tedious. Along the road he’d had to avoid some bandits - not that he had anything valuable to steal except his metal arm. Still, there was no reason to get into squabbles. Every day the mountains rose close in the distance. The sky-piercing peaks gave him the determination to continue on. Bustling cities didn’t help him focus on what his plan for the future was.
The climb had given him time to relax and ponder his options a bit. He was stuck here with no clear way home. The Mizi had sent him through a portal opening of some sort that had sent him tumbling through a wormhole for an unknown amount of time. There was no telling how far away he was from home. All the information he had learned about Earthland so far was from Percy Dagger, who had saved his life and fixed him with a new arm, Danny and his family, who he had met briefly at a winter festival, and Lili Kadokawa, a Rune Knight he had married in a fake wedding. There had been short conversations with others here and there, but those were the ones he had spent the longest time with. It was hard to be approachable when he was six feet and eight inches tall.
With all he had learned, Dagda knew that he may be the first Marmor to visit Earthland. That gave him very little to work with in his quest to learn more about the Mizi and return home. During his hiking, the titan decided to continue doing more research and bide his time until a lead came up or an opportunity to make progress in his journey. With his mind settled, he let it wander like the various deer he had seen among the foothills.
Dagda laid on that cliff edge for hours, letting the world move around him. He felt peaceful for the first time in a while. A storm passed a nearby valley, its great sheets of rain sweeping from slope to slope before moving on. The titan lay unbothered. Squirrels and birds chattered and sang, filling the space with ambient noise. Everything here was as it was supposed to be.
Until it wasn’t. All at once, the sounds of creatures around the cliff ceased. The stark silence was only broken by the warning cry of a raven as it swooped down the canyon. Dagda sat up from his place among the soft grass and wildflowers. He was on high alert, looking around the little meadow atop the cliff with a scrutinous eye. As a hunter, he knew what silence meant. There was something out there in the trees, something that was a threat, unusual, or sick.
A sound reached his ears. Was that… hoofbeats? It drew closer, scaring birds from their quiet perches. Squirrels chattered angry threats as it passed. Dagda had just turned to the location of the noise when a blur of white fur charged from the trees. Six large hooves kicked up dirt behind it. The creature skidded to a halt just yards from the Marmor.
Dagda jumped to his feet. Dark brown eyes stared at the white mass in awe. “How?...” he breathed to himself. The creature was one that was familiar to him, a native of the mountainous slopes of Tetsukazu. It was known as a Hexagoat, similar in appearance to that of Earthland mountain goats. However, Hexagoats had many features that set them apart, namely the fact that they had six muscular legs. These limbs allowed them for expert navigation of rugged terrain and strength that well exceeded that of a horse. Coarse white fur covers their tall but stocky bodies, including a long beard that lined their jaw like with many other goat species. All Hexagoats had large horns that curled from their brow back around near their ears. Females, however, had an extra set of smaller horns that sprouted just in front of their curled ones.
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