Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[dinoman666]

"What's got his scales in a bunch?" Mordecai said. Tetto'eko arched a scaly brow. "Well, it's clear there is someone watching us. I suggest we prepare to defend ourselves, if need be..."

[Doc 42]

The party plodded through the jungle with determination. They were clad in dark navy, leather tunics with fur caps, making each one look more like an animated ball of cloth. Each had their own flag, with corresponding number, to help them spot each other in the thicker parts of the undergrowth. Weapons and bags of ammunition clanked silently with their movement. The lead flag suddenly wiggled back and forth sharply, the party stopped immediately, all silent.

Prickle weed raised his crossbow, looking down it's sights, scanning back and forth across the clearing. A gentle breeze rolled through the grass and ferns. He could make out matted grass in the early morning light. Something had slept here through the night and had probably just woke up. He gave the little wooden handle hanging over his shoulder a few tugs, the string attached to it winding over his back and connecting to his flag's mount.

The lead flag bobbed a little, signalling all was clear, and the party moved off again. They moved out of the thick brush into the grass, finally able to see one another again. They formed a small circle wordlessly, each hunter watching a different sector of the clearing. They conversed in low whispers, nor daring to raise their voices. Prickle weed crouched down in the centre of the circle with Blunty, their tracker. Blunty took a wooden box off his back and shook it. The box gave a quiet snarl. Prickle nodded, and the tracker slid a small door open on the front of the box, revealing a small bird like creature. It was only a few centimetres tall and bore large claws, like a creature more suited to the ground than the air. It sniffed the air rapidly before knocking its head on the side of the box repeatedly. Blunty slowly turned the box around, in the direction the bird was indicating. The bird suddenly chirped excitedly and pushed its head out through the door as if trying to escape. Blunty twisted the box around a few more times, clarifying the direction the bird was indicating, before pushing a peanut into the birds snapping beak and closing the door. The bird chirped happily and he reattached the box to his carrying gear. Prickle nodded and set off at their new bearing. One by one, the hunters broke from the circle and re assumed their single file formation, hurrying through the jungle.

As the figures moved off, a smirking figure danced across the trees above, noiseless and graceful, completely unseen by the Badai hunters.

[TyrannoTitan]

"KEEP IT GOING YA FILTHY RATS!" the goblin taskmaster roared, and with a crack of his whip, all the kobold laborers shuddered, hastening their struggle to cut down the trees near the lumber camp. A few vul'nul were standing around nearby, dimly watching the smaller creatures work. The forest was deemed too dangerous to have the camp left unattended, so a few vul'nul were sent their way to "keep them safe"...

[Doc 42]

After some time of trekking through the forest, the Prickle weed ordered the group to pause. Voices could be heard ahead, as well as the sound of work, axes impacting on trees. He moved his hips in a circular motion, causing his flag to do the same above him, calling the party in. The rest filed up behind him. He formed an inverted V with his hands and then pushed forward again, crossbow slung over his shoulder. The others formed up in a wedge along side him and they moved slowly and carefully through the undergrowth, not making as much noise as earlier. They formed the wedge in twos, Prickle and Garbage Pants at point, with four groups of two on each side. One Bada armed with a crossbow would cover their sector, while the other, armed with a mêlée weapon, would monitor the rest of the team and if necessary, pass messages.

Eventually Prickle paused, spotting movement ahead of them. Concealed inside a bush, he could see a small clearing beginning a few meters ahead, a number of figures milling about cutting down trees. One was barking orders loudly. He nudged Garbage Pants "Send Crotchet and Bone Buttocks scouting along both flanks, I want numbers and descriptions of what these freaks are." Garbage pants nodded and set off to pass along the messages. After a few moments, the two groups at the side of the wedge split off, going around the edges of the clearing to try get a better count of what they were dealing with. Prickle scrutinised the creatures further from his position... These things had already put them weeks back in their progress, destroying vital equipment back at their own camp. He'd always felt that something else wanted this jungle. Now they were face to face with it.

After awhile of waiting, Crotchet appeared out of the bushes, hissing "11 small ones, 3 big ones. One of the small ones is giving the orders." Prickle nodded, Garbage Pants returning with the other messengers. Prickle nodded and pointed towards one of the smaller creatures. He whispered "Smash and grab."

The party pulled down their flags. They were close enough not to need them, and didn't want to risk being spotted by the wood cutters. They moved into position just a few feet away from one of the rat like things with a candle on it's head. It dwarfed the Badai, they'd have to be careful. Prickle gave the signal.

Crotchet trotted out of his cover, into view of the creature. He raised his loaded crossbow and pulled the trigger. The steel bolt thwacked into the surprised rat thing's throat and it fell backwards, dropping it's axe. Toddler and Bone Buttocks scurried out quickly and grabbed the fallen creature, dragging it back into the bushes swiftly. Prickle quickly dived onto it, jumping onto it's chest and pushing his Astartes marked palm onto it's forehead...

[TyrannoTitan]

The kobold gurgled as it fell, but did little else once it was dragged away. A few nearby kobolds were attracted by the sound, standing confused where the other had just been working...

[Doc 42]

A monkey in the trees above the Badai suddenly began howling and leaping about on it's branch, pointing frantically down at the hunters. Bone Buttocks raised his crossbow but Garbage Pants stopped him, if they killed it, it would definitely give them away. They had no idea what was wrong with it, but with the noise it was making, the rest of the creatures were sure to notice their co-worker missing.

[TyrannoTitan]

"Whats going on over here?!" the taskmaster growled, approaching the growing crowd of kobolds, whip at the ready. "He gone, boss." one of the rat-like creatures said lowly, pointing toward where a small spatter of blood lay. "Aw damn, the cats got another one. You three, over here, NOW." the goblin said hastily, gesturing for the vul'nul to approach, which they did, slowly. "Go get that stinkin' thing before we lose more. This is a lumber camp, not a damned buffet!" he ordered, pointing out into the jungle. The vul'nul stared blankly at the smaller goblin, before gradually heading into the brush, various weapons in hand.

[Hopeflower]

The mute elf winced and drew back unconsciously, a frown marring his brow as he reached for his arrows. What....was that?! he wondered, still slightly stunned by the sudden onslaught of mental noise. He'd only sensed one being at first, but it was as though he'd just tried to extend his senses while surrounded by a mob of people. Vix gave him a confused and worried look, but he shook his head. He wasn't hurt...just...surprised.

[C S]

Desrium stood up, his lower jaw hanging slightly. He breathing was low, and his eyes had stopped flashing. Instead, they were simply glowing, an ominous red haze lingering around them. Compelled by hunger, his beastial nature was slowly taking its hold.

A lone figure sits in the center of a chamber, its stone walls and floor taking on a dark jade color. It was lit by warped torches on the wall, the black metal twisted around itself and then wrapped around the loop, forming a sphere in which the orange balls of flame burned. In front of the black robed figure was a book, its pages covered in a strange text, its small font allowing what seemed to be hundreds of conjoined words to sit on one page alone. The being was still, seeming to be in a trance, undisturbed by any sound except for the echoing of dripping water. If anything, the sound seemed to help the being's meditation.

That is, until he felt it

Suddenly the balls of flame died down, the magic that kept them burning disappearing. The figure was extending his awareness to Aster, to a forest specifically. A place where many had disappeared...a place where a veil of dark energies shielded its secrets from the likes of him. He was pulled from there, to a place miles away. A place where he sensed a familiar magic. Dark energy that was the telltale sign of a curse... it was familiar because it was the very energy that bound the sorcerer until recently. He let out a low, irritated growl. He was surely not the only one to have detected it, which meant frustrating questions would rise within the hallowed stone. The most frustrating of them being, how was their magic- a curse at that- being used on Aster?

The figure outstretched his hand, the sleeve of his cloak pulling back to reveal the gray and black skin that clung to the thin fingers that were ran across the pages of the book. "Sho'lk nutak, aris reprou" The figure said, his voice nothing more than a raspy whisper. "Even in death, you confound me"

[Doc 42]

Prickle raised his weapon, thinking quickly. If they tried to run, they risked being separated and being picked off by whatever else infested this death trap of a jungle. If they stayed they could be over whelmed. He decided to make a hasty but careful retreat. He grunted to the others to cover them as they ran and the party shuffled out, flags raised. He was aware that they'd be visible once they left their immediate cover but was confident they could fight off any pursuers.

[TyrannoTitan]

One of the Vul'nul saw the movement out of the corner of its gaze, turning to stare dimly at the spot. "Ova 'ere!" the goblin growled, waving the other two over as they pursued further, weapons at the ready.

[The Kingpin]

As Andruil moved towards the intruder, blade drawn, a long, serpentine tail seemed to rise up, cutting him off, glowing blue patterns decorating the webbed fins on the tip, Septimus hissing tiredly. "Relax....relax" he hissed at Andruil, earning a bewildered look from the man. "Desrium! it has been too long! come out, friend! Let me see what has become of my dinner guest" rumbled the Dragon, his voice gaining an echoing tone as a result of the unique shape of his surroundings...

[C S]

Desrium was also approaching Andruil, his posture somewhat slumped and his arms hanging by his sides. His jaw was still agape. Just before he was about to step into the open, his gaze shifted from the man to the the ornate finned tail that blocked his way. At the sound of the dragon's voice, Desrium's eyes lost their shine and stopped glowing. He closed his mouth and straightened his posture. For a moment, he simply stood behind the row of shrubs that were barely knee high to him, stunned by one of the dragon's words. "Friend" He repeated in his mind, turning his head to look at Septimus. He didnt know what the word meant, and there was no rush of knowledge to reveal it to him. The occurance must definitely be tied to sight only. Regardless, he took a liking to the word, perhaps because of the tone in which it was said and the one who spoke it...

[Hopeflower]

Ruuva fixed a blank red gaze on her daughter and Zar, who muttered an apology and backed away, lowering his head to the two leaders and casting a last look at Aviva, half-longing, half-hopeful. She held his black gaze for a long moment, then turned to her parents. Even though she herself was 130 years old, her hatchling years long past, somehow facing Nex and Ruuva again made her feel very small and young. She took a deep breath, looking into her father's sky blue eyes. "Mother. Father. I've missed you."

"You've come back." Nex's voice was devoid of emotion. Aviva resisted the urge to flinch. She growled, "Father, hear what I say. I never meant to hurt either of you. I just wanted....a little more freedom."

"We had no idea where you were. We didn't know if you were alive or dead," Ruuva growled. "There's a reason the outside isn't for our species. We are safe here. The humans and elves who once hunted us cannot find us. We can live in peace."

"But there's a whole world out there we haven't seen in generations," Aviva said, and it was true. Extraxl had very long lives; that did not mean, however, that they were immortal. Only when the child of the Matris and Sator was ready to lead would they step down in front of the whole clan. Only then could their son or daughter take leadership.

Aviva herself was nearly the right age, and had found a mate. When they were ready, they would approach Ruuva and Nex, and ask for their blessing. Both of them were nearly three hundred years old, and Aviva's grandparents nearly five hundred. the longest an Extraxl could expect to live was about six hundred years. In another thirty years or so - if Ruuva and Nex did not meet an early end - she would be ready.

Ruuva shook her head impatiently, but before she could speak, Aviva growled quietly, "I didn't come back to fight. I came to tell you where I've been these years."

The news that she'd befriended an elf hadn't gone over as well as Aviva would've hoped, but Ruuva and Nex had listened at least. And now Aviva had been forced into a promise to return in thirty years, to take her place as leader, in exchange for returning to Arsenic's side.

But she wouldn't be returning alone. The female dragon turned her head to look at her still-sleeping beloved. he had badgered her to let him come with her, and at last, she had relented. Now was the time to rise and begin their journey back to the village. She turned away from the cave entrance and nudged Zar's head with her own until his black eyes opened. "It's time," she murmured, and he pushed himself to his feet, yawning widely.

The two dragons left the cave one after another, flying fast, black closely followed by red as Aviva led the way.


Arsenic exchanged a bewildered glance with Vix, uncertainly playing with his bowstring.

[Giratina93]

By this time, Trajan had headed back down the stairs and handed to the Draxon Gryphon Riders the response letter. "Now, deliver this to your king, Draco. Make sure no one else reads this other than him..." Trajan ordered to the Gryphon Riders. He knew that Draco probably wouldn't like what he had written, but it was for the greater good...

In the shadows, Guame continued to watch what was going on, until his sharp ears pciked up the failt, almost distant sound of a door opening, 3 floors beneath him... Now intrested, the armadillo Beastman stealthily moved to the door that led to the lowest reaches of the castle, before silently entering into it, making sure no one heard or saw him...

Down in the Servant's quarters, one of the servants was cleaning up the room of the traitorous servant, when his eyes spotted what appeared to be a small, brown book. Judging from its appearance, it looked to him like a small notebook...

[The Kingpin]

Septimus smiled as he invited the armoured being closer. "Well don't just stand there, Desrium. I'm not going to stand here all day waiting, you know" growled the Dragon with a jestful chuckle, Andruil sheathed his blade, stepping back to give the Dragon room...

[C S]

After a moment, Desrium finally began to move, stepping over the plants and making his way towards the dragon, silently monitering himself, trying to be as nonthreatening as possible to the others. This manifested as him approaching slowly, with careful, deliberate footsteps. It was as if he was stalking potential prey, trying not to startle it and make it flee...

[TyrannoTitan]

Uriel remained unimpressed, still in a half-crouched position not far from Septimus, ready to pounce on the intruder at a moment's notice...

[Godzilla Forever]

The gryphon riders give a quick bow. "May Greshlynk protect all that you hold dear. Goodbye." They then head out...

[Hopeflower]

The two Extraxl dragons flew swiftly, despite knowing how fast that would burn up their energy. At this pace, they would need to stop to drink and hunt before the sun had reached its highest point, but they would cover a lot of distance.


Arsenic reluctantly put away his arrow and lowered his bow, shooting a questioning glance at Septimus. Vix twirled her blade between her fingers restlessly, looking from the newcomer to Arsenic to Andruil.