[Dumah]

Silence stretched all across the earth in the eyes of Dumah, nozgorim Duelist and aspiring adventurer. In every direction lay a veil of darkness, the night as black as the hair atop Dumah's own head. With a mechanical repetition in his stride, the lone man put one foot in front of the other, and walked. He had a goal. He sought to explore the world he now found himself in, and with no real idea of where else to take himself, he chose to walk the now decrepit railway tracks of Italy, leaving from the Roma Termini, located in the once bustling center of Rome, now Romalia, and walking along the tracks as best he could, doing rather well to keep sight of the path even as the earth fought hard to reclaim the land, her life taking hold of the steel tracks with wrappings of vines and roots, like the warm embrace of a mother, enticing the iron and wood of the ruinous railways to return to the earth from which they came. However, in spite of the warm beckoning from below, the majority of the path rebelliously remained, guiding Dumah's feet. Whenever the track would split, Dumah left his body to make the choice for him of which route to take. He had no destination in mind, and simply wished to go elsewhere. Where exactly, Dumah did not care. All that mattered was the adventure.

He had traversed through a surprising amount of effort to find the Roma Termini, and as such he felt it would be a waste should he simply not do anything with this landmark. It was a long walk, though, unsurprisingly, and it left Dumah with plenty of time to think. He had been in this world for a month now, yet he had barely done anything. He was not living in this world, he merely inhabited it. His left hand gripped tighter on the scabbard of his sword. "I cannot just let myself live like this... This is not living..." He needed a goal grander than mere adventure. Something concrete and tangible that Dumah could strive toward. He had seen other adventurers in the streets of Romalia who had already begun to find their place in this world, some with friends and others with impressive pieces of equipment. Be it a magnificent axe or a faithful companion, it seemed as though most others had found their own treasures to value in this world.

Dumah closed his eyes, trying to collect himself and count his blessings as he began to realize how apathetic he had become in this world, interrupted by an abrupt pain in his foot as he tripped on the wooden bedding of the train track guiding him, bringing him to the ground. Lucky for Dumah, his face had landed between two planks of wood and while his chest was hit rather hard, his face was saved from such a painful impact. "Dammit..." He pushed himself up onto his feet, realizing how stupid it was to walk on such an uneven path with his eyes closed for even a second. With his composure regained, Dumah dusted himself off, looking around and picking up his sword from the earthen ground nearby before continuing his trek to nowhere. Still feeling the pain of his upper body impacting the track like it did, Dumah walked on and began to question why he had even come out here. What purpose did he actually have? He sought adventure, but this was no such gilded experience. That fact was only further emphasized by the sudden growling and unintelligible sounds heard nearby. Preparing for a fight, Dumah stopped and drew his blade, looking around himself for any enemies, his feet firmly planted on the spaced out wooden planks upon which the steel track was laid...

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