Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[The Kingpin]

Andruil chuckled at Vix's statement. "I can care for your wounds and hers" he said, nodding towards the arm. "But let's take care of that one first, shall we?" he added, smiling warmly. Meanwhile, Shiryaz was perched on a nearby tree, watching Nitsunobue curiously as he dove into the water...


the staff flashed as a warbling barrier formed all around the carriage and it's now disembarked occupant, immobilising everything within in place, knowing better than to risk an archer in hiding firing upon him as he approached. As he closed in, he slowed his steed, leaping off, the cloak flowing down till it hung just above his ankles, hiding the man's armoured form from the being standing before him. his shimmering blue eyes lingered over the carriage to ensure nothing was within, before eyeing the robed being before him. "Identify yourself, golem" said the man as he tapped the base of his staff against the ground, giving the golem only enough freedom to speak...

[C S]

"This is interesting" Desrium thought, his voice echoing in his mind. He still sat on the energized pant, staring up at the sky to see what his physical self saw; which meant he was still meditating. It was yet another learning experience for the Blood Omen, who could now corral his energies and focus to achieve levitation without the need of large quantities of mana. The next hurtle was then understanding how to achieve movement while in the air...



In a voice that was a perfect imitation of the officer's, the golem replied "A messenger". In one seized hand, partially hidden by its long sleeves the parcel was held...

[The Kingpin]

"A messenger for whom?" questioned the Vindicator as he approached, reaching for the parcel, which drifted free of the golem's hand and landed in the man's, though he didn't open it yet.

[C S]

The Blood Omen's intense focus began to reshape the mental landscape drastically. What was once was a sprawling rocky expanse being covered by strange plant life was now being condensed into a rough, pillar formation. The giant sprouts of light wrapped around it and in some places, bore right through before weaving around the other side. The rearranging landmass was suddenly spire shaped, floating in the realm of reds and blues with columns of light arcing inwards around the armored being that now laid on his back. The immense concentration eventually resulted in the armored being turning in place, floating a few feet off the ground, facing the ledge of the cliff...



"The Valenhad Council of Mercutio. Their services are required" the golem answered the officer. The ploy to alert the authorities so that it could deliver its package was about to pay off.

[Hopeflower]

"It's not so bad," Vix lied, having to avert her gaze as she felt heat rushing up her neck to her face. "Just a scratch really..." As she spoke, her mind was spinning and she was aware that her pulse had jumped in speed. Why am I blushing? she wondered, struggling to understand her reaction to his smile as she toyed with a small pebble on the ground with her free hand.

[The Kingpin]

Raising a hand to Vix's chin, he drew her gaze to himself, looking her in the eye. "You and I both know it's a quite a bit more than a 'scratch'. You won't be helping anyone by putting this off" he said calmly, though firmly, noting her blush with silent interest. "Now, let me see" he added softly...



"From whom?" questioned the Vindicator calmly, his tone as commanding as it was indifferent, showing no sign of surprise at the claim, if there was any...

[C S]

Desrium's floating form inched toward the edge of the rock platform, increasing speed sporadically. He would lurch forward and come to a dead stop seconds later, his limbs swaying as if he were a rag doll. "How does Septimus do this..." the armored being mused, the thought rippling throughout his mind. He then remembered Septimus had wings and didn't rely on his own mana reserve to fuel flight. Through trial and error and referring to his last memories of levitation, he refined the process, being able to accelerate and decelerate and change directions, though altering his path while maintaining speed was still very difficult for him. His flight was far from the fluid motion he knew when he had ample power at his disposal.

"Those who see a threat needing to be stopped, obviously" said the golem, its voice mimicking the tone of the officer's statement. "Open the parcel"

[Hopeflower]

Hesitantly, Vix dropped her hand, uncovering the ragged wound. She resignedly closed her eyes for a moment, knowing just how bad it must look. Dried blood encrusted the edges of the gash, which was fairly deep. "I've had worse," Vix murmured, half to herself.

[The Kingpin]

"Isn't it always the little things that get you?" asked Andruil as he crouched, setting down the roll of bandages, the leather wrap that had been holding the medical supplies together unfolding to keep them from touching the ground. Setting aside the bandages, he handed the seeds to Vix. "Have a few of these. Patching this up isn't too much of an issue, but the potion will probably make it sting once you drink it" he warned as he produced a produced a small leather pouch, the brim of which had some form of writing burned into it. undoing the twine that sealed it, he opened the bag and lay out a rather sizable portion of it's contents onto a bandage, spreading it with a wooden, egg shaped object kept inside the bag, making sure the portion was fitting to the size of the wound as he lifted the bandage carefully, beginning to apply it to the wound, careful not to misposition it...



holding the parcel in hand, the man unravelled the cover hiding the package, his gaze drifting between it and the golem warily...

[Godzilla Forever]

The chill of the water brought bliss back to Nitsunobue's mind. While the pain in his side still lingered, the water soothed his mind and his mind drifted off into tranquility. It had been a long time since he felt this good.... maybe.... maybe just for a few moments...

In a matter of seconds, Nitsunobue drifted off into a deep slumber in the water, his head hovering out of the water: a rest this deep was rare to see normally, due to being so high strung, so it was good for him to relax once in a while...

[C S]

With a basic sense of control over his levitation, Desrium kept himself aloft just at the end of the outcrop. He contemplated his descent into the trees below. Hours ago he climbed along the rocks with the intent of staying above the canyon canopy. Now he was going to put his skill to a staggering test: levitating down into the jungle, finding Jiier's staff and then returning. When he was mentally prepared for the undertaking, he crossed the threshold, plummeting tens of feet in a span of a few seconds. The strain on his mind to slow his descent was almost equal to learning how to move, if not more. As the distance between him and the uppermost branches decreased, so did Desrium's speed, to the point where he was almost weaving his way through the winding tree limbs...


With the parchment gone, what the Vindicator held in his hand was a book bound in a strange purple colored, leathery material. It had a golden trim like many similar tomes and the same color was used for its title, written in an elegant yet foreboding script, with the lines of the letters' ends being elongated and ending with a point. Hell's Knight was its title, the large golden words taking up a large part of the top front cover. A smaller subtitle read "800 Years of Myth, Lore and Terror"

Sticking out from under the front cover was a parchment that was clearly very old and tattered. It had an illustration on it...the same one Septimus had found days prior...

[Hopeflower]

Vix resisted the strong urge to pull away, watching as Andruil worked. She cracked the black seeds between her teeth, ignoring the brief throb from the bruised side of her face, and swallowed quickly. She wanted to protest again, but somehow the words just wouldn't leave her throat. Instead she found herself commenting, "A man of many talents, hm?"

[The Kingpin]

"Knight, ranger, revolutionary, lover. And the list just gets longer and more exciting from there" said Andruil with a sly smirk as he wrapped the cloth round the wound, the poultice held firmly in place as he made sure it wouldn't slip, drawing removing a couple of the deer-horn pins kept with the bandages in order to hold them in place, examining his handywork with a smile as he stood...


"And why would this hold significance to the Council?" questioned the Vindicator as he eyed the book and the tattered parchment upon which the illustration was inscribed...

[Hopeflower]

"I have little doubt," the auburn-haired woman said with a short laugh, looking at her arm for a few moments before stretching with a long sigh, enjoying the temporary reprieve. She reached behind her head to undo her braid, combing her fingers through the wavy hair before starting to rebraid it, her skilled fingers making quick work of it.

[The Kingpin]

Andruil chuckled as he gathered his supplies, and set aside the potion from earlier. "Once you're good and comfortable, have couple of swallows of this. sip it slowly, though. It makes the wounds heal quicker, but it feels like your muscles and skin are sewing themselves back together from the inside. Not the most enjoyable of sensations, I'll tell you that. The seeds should dull the pain, but don't expect to be comfortable enough to sleep for at least a half hour after you've taken it" he explained as he eyed the bottle. "I'd offer some honey and milk to help with the relaxation, But I'm afraid my bag of tricks falls short in that department" he added with a smirk...

[Hopeflower]

"A shame," Vix said, smirking as she tied off the end of her braid and craned her neck from side to side, the vertebrae in it giving off a few loud cracks as she did so. "And here I thought you'd planned for everything." She reached back with one hand to press her fingers against her scar, as an afterthought; thankfully it was no warmer than it should be. She was safe for the moment. She gave a tiny nod, as if to herself, and reached for the bottle, adding with a nod towards Aviva and Zar, "I would imagine it's going to be fun, tending to their injuries."

[The Kingpin]

"Wish I could've planned for everything. Perhaps this trip would've been more a romantic journey through pristine fields and not a screaming flailing charge into the mountains while trying not to get eaten by seemingly every living thing on the way" answered Andruil with a chuckle as he rolled his shoulders, glancing towards the two Dragons when Vix mentioned them. Andruil chuckled at the comment. "Who knows, Maybe you'll end up seeing your very first medical Werewolf if I can't keep them still as I am. Wouldn't that be a sight to tell stories about?" he stated with a light-hearted laugh...

[Hopeflower]

Vix smiled around the lip of the bottle as she took a sip, swallowing her laughter along with the liquid, not wanting to choke. As she set it aside, she joked, "it would make for amusing history." She drew one of her knees to her chest, hugging it loosely with her good arm. With a cheeky smile, she went on, "Good luck; try to keep both arms attached."

[C S]

The undergrowth rustled and shook as the armored being passed, twigs and small rocks being plucked from the dirt and joining with the drifting debris that surrounded Desrium, forming a cloud around his waist and upper portions of his legs. His path was determined by the flow of mana around him, meaning one point not too far ahead had the most concentration of magical energy in the area. Undoubtedly, that point was the place where Jiier's staff landed.

Sure enough, after drifting over a line of foliage Desrium found the elegant weapon partially embedded in the soil at a steep vertical angle. The rustling of the plants caught the attention of an already agitated baboon-like creature that was drawn to the wooden artifact that seemingly fell from the sky. It had four long, spindly arms and jet black fur. Its eyes were green as the jungle leaves. It made a loud screeching as it slammed its four palms into the ground and started hopping up and down. Its fur bristled and shot up like needles. The call spread throughout the area, a pack of monkey-creatures perched in the trees batted against the lumber and pelted fruits and nuts at the armored being, clearly disturbed by his presence but much more vocal about it than most other animals Desrium came across. The bombardment too was caught in the field of weightlessness around the scarlet eyed being, who simply thought "They are not like Jiier"

The first monkey let out a loud howl as it tried to pry the staff from the ground, its clawed hands digging into the carvings as it lifted the weapon. Desrium reeled inwardly at this and summoned his will to the rocks and fruit drifting around him. They were hurled outwards at the four armed creature, battering its hide and warranting pained and panicked shrieks before it ran away. Those in the trees jumped down and scrambled at the Blood Omen before leaping high into the air in a synchronized pounce, ready to pile onto him...

The golem made a strange noise, not derived by the Vindicator. A strange chuckle that sounded like a cold winter breeze blowing out from within the hood. "Read the first page" it hissed in the officer's voice.

Inscribed upon the page was; "There are many dangers that plague this land we call Aster. But few know how great a threat some of them may be. This book will tell you of one of the most malevolent and horrifying beings ever to walk in our midst.

Little is known about this being. No one knows its name. We know it has a voice, but no one has heard it speak. In the form of a terrifying cry, it summons the fury from the horrid domain from whence it came. With a bestial tongue, this knight pledges allegiance to the most powerful demons that writhe in the bowels of our world. Indiscriminate of its target, man, woman, elf, goblin or dwarf, it pursues an agenda unknown. We will call this entity of evil Yrasova, after the mythical god servant. Unfortunately, this being is servant to a god of malevolence, for surely no power of good would have unleashed this upon our land to haunt our nightmares."

[The Kingpin]

"I'll do my best" called back Andruil as he headed towards the two Dragons by the river, smiling inwardly. It was nice to see the smile back on Vix's face. It was heart-warming to see that grin, and for once, Andruil was actually left wondering whether his wild, unbound, untamed lifestyle was really all that great. As the thoughts floated through his mind, he noted he was very close to the Dragons, pushing aside the thoughts for now and focusing on the matter at hand. "Aviva?" he said as he approached the dark Dragoness' side, keeping a somewhat safe distance until he knew the extent of her injuries and could judge what he'd need to do...






The robed man read the book's first page swiftly, with the practised speed and ease of a man who had spent many a night in the massive libraries of the Arx Arcanum. Once he had finished, he looked up at the Golem, eyes narrow with thought. "Sounds like the author's fear got the better of him. But I'll humour you. What do your masters approach us with this for?" he inquired...