Please Don't Eat Me ( Dwarfholm Faction Quest; Closed )

[Kuroji Setsu]

What was clear to Setsu was that this was a hunt. He would need to find a fur coated animal for it's pelt and the tusk, well that would likely be obvious. The cobalt was where he was most concerned. Clearly this challenge was more than just a test of loyalty but also something of a mountain dweller's right of passage. Fine by Setsu, he had no intention of going back the way he had come nor did he intend to die out here in the cold.

He tucked his Omnillium orb into his vest, wrapping the cloak and scarf around his shivering frame. That helped considerably to fight the frigid chill and the wicked wind that wielded it.

This Wompa beast may have been one of the creatures that had been pierced on the spike trap, in which case they seemed to be more plains creatures that would be towards the base of the slopes. The troll sounded more like a predator and likely reigned over the colder areas. It may have occurred to some in this situation that it was time to leave the mountain and pursue the plains animals, but Setsu wasn't just "some". This wasn't a pride thing. It was as cold an instinct as one might have. There were so many unknowns in play that it was time to. establish some high ground.

With that in mind Setsu squated low, looking up. And off he was, jumping higher than any normal human could hope to. The angle he traveled paralleled the slope and so when his upward momentum stopped, he landed. Bounding in this way up the slopes.

The mountain range certainly was awe inspiring. How strange to suddenly be among the highest things visible in this place. This Omniverse.

Setsu crested a minor peak, severely winded, and flipped his board out onto the snow. With a running start he jumped on and dropped into the valley that bridged this peak and it's continuing ridge that rose up wildly into the sky above. Breathing heavy, Setsu enjoyed the ride and shook his torso as if he was breaking icicles forming inside his lungs. So bloody cold.

Without needing much, Setsu was filled with abundant hope by the sight of a tree line. And so he began bounding up the hill as fast as he could with those high leaps.

Having reached this tree line, he rested against the trunk of a massive fir. All too quickly it became apparent, even over the sound of his own breathing, that he wasn't alone up here.

"I wonder what Troll tastes like." Setsu whispered to himself.