Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[Giratina93]

Arashi's attack, though it intentionally didn't hit Smaug, caused the dragon to glare his head upward into the sky, the faming eyeballs of Djinn vanishing to allow him to see this new assailant. "Who dares assault the land which belongs to Smaug?" The dragon hissed, his eyes narrowing into slits, and smoke and fire sparking from his nostrils. The soldiers were now truly beginning to be unnerved, and one weak of will actually bolted for cover into the catacombs.

"His land? Since when did Germania become part of his territory?" Djinn quietly asked Byakuren and Guame in a voice too quiet for Smaug to hear.

"Smaug has come here to retrieve what was his, and he now considers this part of his territory." Was Byakuren's response. Guame simply nodded, thinknig much the same thing. From what he figured, Fire Drakes were greedy like that, and wherever they found treasure or retrieved it from, they would claim that as part of their territory...

"But what about this new dragon? He doesn't seem all that friendly from the looks of it..." Djinn replied, looking up at Arashi flying above.

"Perhaps..." Now, Byakuren was beginning to think up of an idea. From the looks of things, this new dragon had shown up simply to antagonize, and while she could try to do to it what she did to Smaug, she and Guame could both sense the magical power Arashi had. While a Fire Drake like Smaug was mostly brute strength and fire, a dragon that knew how to use magic effectivly was a far bigger danger. But if... Here, she wispered her idea into Guame's ears, and the old Beastman at first eyed her suspiciously, then reluctantly nodded. Extracting information from Smaug could wait. Right now, they had a bigger issue to deal with. If Arashi continued, then he would be in more than he bargained for...

[The Kingpin]

As Andruil walked into the blacksmith's shop, the ringing of anvils and the smell of smoke and molten metal filled his nose. All the blacksmiths were hard at work forging the weapons for the Assassins. "Ah! Master Andruil, just in time. We just finished the daggers, bows and shield you and your comrades asked for" said Thorgrim as he walked over to a weapons rack on the wall behind him, which had earlier held the bow Arsenic pointed out. Amidst them was a black wooded bow, engraved with patterns similar to those on Andruil's sword. In spite of their metallic look, they had a matte lustre that didn't reflect much light, a feature made at Andruil's request to keep it from increasing the risk of detection at a distance. the Bow had a gentle chevron-like slant, the tips of which curved forwards. it seemed to be made of several materials, with the face and back being a light brown shade, the detail of the wood grain easily visible on it. the tips of the bow were an ivory tint, and tapered smoothly into the bow's design itself. as for the bow's string, it was black as night, the same as the main body of the bow, and sleek. "Gladamac'tir. The Wolf's Gaze. Fitting, don't ya think?" said Thorgrim as he set the bow down in front of Andruil, who proceeded to inspect the weapon. Anyone who looked at it could swear it was part of the same set as his sword and dagger. Just as with his sword, Andruil's name was engraved into the bow amidst the filigree. Thorgrim then brought a dark grey practical leather waistcoat that was to hold Andruil's equipment. "Indeed....Indeed it is my friend. A work of art if ever I saw one" responded Andruil with a pleased smile. "The bow was made by one of our older smiths. An Elven bowyer from the east, Thaendyl. Finest bows this side of Aster are made by his hand. He also adjusted your friend's bow here" said Thorgrim proudly as he turned back to the weapon rack, bringing forward a second, more elaborately decorated bow; the one Arsenic had requested. Unlike the former, which was a recurve composite bow, Arsenic's bow was a longbow. a taller, relatively slender black weapon with more numerous curves. The grip of the weapon was metallic and formed a half-circle, with both of the weapon's limbs arcing vertically from the edges of the partial ring that was the grip, straightening the bow and curving forward somewhat, before recurving backwards once more, the tips decorated with silver talon-like shapes. Intricate silver filigree could be seen criss crossing the body of the weapon, and at the 'joints' of the curves in the bow's form, light brown and ivory materials replaced the dark wood that made up the rest of it. The weapon was more angular than Andruil's bow, but also larger. "I'm surprised you managed to get them both done so soon" responded Andruil, as Thorgrim brought the bow forward, setting it on the counter beside Andruil's, which was about 3/4s the size of the larger Longbow. "Thaendyl's been making bows for well over a century. It takes most bowyers a few hours to make a bow. Given the peace he needs, Thaendyl can make one in just over three. Yours took a bit over that. Your friend's took roughly the same amount of time. The adjustment to it, to give it a more effective range, took about....30 minutes, I believe" said Thorgrim...


As the two Council members moved, the cleansing aura emanating from them dissolved the rot in their immediate vicinity, the ground and walls within arm's reach of them as clean as though they were entering a well kept fortress, the two continuing onwards. "Sparing no expense to welcome us" commented Makkus in mild annoyance, Tacitus chuckling grimly. "It's enjoying your reaction, Makkus...I bet it's revelling in the opportunity to turn your stomach with horrific sights" responded the Archknight, Makkus grunting. "Wonderful. I always wanted to be an entertainer" he mumbled sarcastically, Tacitus chuckling at the comment. As they reached the door, Tacitus twisted his sword in hand, before jabbing it right between the door and the frame. the Archknight's eyes flared as runes ignited across the length of the blade, casting a brilliant white light across the walls that seemed to burn away the rot, as he drove the blade downwards, slashing right through the bolt holding the door in place, before pulling the blade free and kicking the door, knocking the decaying wooden barrier off it's rusty hinges, the door tumbling along the ground for a few feet beyond...



"Yes, I am actually," started Septimus, a grin lighting up his features as the subject shifted to one of his most favoured topics of conversation. "I'm something of a scholar, myself. I roam Aster searching for rare knowledge and magical artifacts. Urlox told me you were the resident scholar on the matter and that you'd be the one who'd most likely have something of interest" growled the Hueilin animatedly...


"This land belongs to no one" boomed Arashi's voice, the very sound of it like the boom of thunder amidst a storm, as a series of lightning bolts struck all around Smaug's immediate vicinity, leaving a scorched ring around his bound form. "You own this land as much as an insect owns the dog upon which it resides" snarled the Stormweaver, the rhythmic thump of his wings loud and deafening as he flew past overhead, his form now alight with electrical energy. He could sense the intentions of two of the group, and was tempted for a moment to simply obliterate them. But, for the sake of keeping Discord's playthings intact, he decided not to. At least, not unless they were to give action or voice to the arrogance in their hearts...

[TyrannoTitan]

Had the individuals inside Germania's arena been less involved in their current crisis, they would suddenly feel as if they were all being watched. A low hiss, as quiet as the wind, could be heard by those who would listen. "I...see...you..."

The storm, surprisingly enough, worked in the travelers' favor. The winds pushed them out of the northern wastes at an alarming speed. At first, Jiier was afraid Desrium would fall off, but giving his expert skill at flying, and Desrium's statuesque position on his back, this seemed relatively unlikely. Rapidly the snow-covered north faded, the frozen sea dominating the landscape was replaced once again by solid ground, and their bleak surroundings turned into rolling plains, stretching as far as the eye could see. Considering the details of the map, they appeared to be nearing Daaven.

[C S]

The door promptly exploded into four giant moths, black, gray and white in color that had warped bodies, twisted and bent awkwardly. They made pained squeaking, mouse-like noises as they cantered in the air, as if flying was difficult for them. Beady brown eyes bore into the two council men as the deformed insects started falling apart, first patches of hairs then hairs and before long the entire bodies thumped against scab encrusted floors. At that, sounds of cracking began to echo in the chamber as maws parted on the discolored floor, the mouths sporting jagged "teeth" that had strands of sinew bridging across the gap. The moths were consumed by the scab-mouths that formed right underneath where their body parts landed, while tens of others snapped hungrily at the air, making unearthly growling and snarls. In the center of the nearly empty chamber was a single coffin resting on a fleshy pedestal of sorts that rose four feet into the air. The coffin, like the door was black but strangely metallic. Its sides were studded with rivets, bright orange in color from rust. From this construct came sounds of snorting and gurgling...


"Me, a scholar?" Syria asked. "I'm a hobbyist, if anything really. I like collecting tidbits of knowledge of Aster's past. Daaven is one city among vast, varying lands, though you already know that don't you?" she replied modestly. She did not feel it was right to describe her travels in full detail, from the mundane visit to neighboring settlements to exploring ruins located in the woodland just off to the south. "Still, since you're here, maybe you can give your opinion of my collection, and maybe I could learn a thing or two from yours" she added once she spotted the two giant bags tucked underneath the dragon's wings...

Desrium's robe, once mostly covered in ice in spite of the heat from Jiier, now fluttered freely as the two rushed over windswept grassland, the edge of the forest off in the distance. The pointed peaks of the trees were a leafy reflection of the mountains opposite them, and in the distance in front of the travelers, the Daaven Wall was rapidly growing in size...

[TyrannoTitan]

"Think we should land before we get too close?" Jiier growled as they neared, noticing that the city was considerably more well defended than their previous two destinations.

[The Kingpin]

The two Council members entered the chamber, the aura emanating from their weapons at this point bright enough to light up the entire chamber and temporarily blind a person should they have made the mistake of looking directly at the source. "Show yourself, Demon. Your games fall upon deaf ears and blind eyes. Your time in this place is at it's end" said the Archknight, his tone strong and commanding, the power he had at his disposal backing up his command...


"Oh, I would be more than happy to take a look. Though I may require to see it through your own eyes rather than my own if it's inside the inn. That is, if you would allow me" growled Septimus with a smile...

[C S]

In response to the magical warrior's words, geysers of bile gushed from the many mouths in the room while simultaneously, the sinew and flesh proceeded to sew the doorway shut, sealing Tacitus and Makkus in the gut of decay and disease. The gurgling became even louder before becoming a more recognizable sound, almost a chortling of sorts that reverberated deeply in the chamber. The metal casket dissolved into a rusty powder, revealing a bright red blob. It writhed and convulsed, the demon within taking its vile form in seconds. Its body was long and serpentine, its back covered in black chitin akin to a centipede, complete with two pairs insect-like legs on the midsection. Its shoulders extended well past its neck, ending with two inward curving edges, its arms were large and its hands clawed. Its face was exposed muscle, with four black, round eyes, its mouth filled with yellow teeth surrounded by infected gums. Protruding from elsewhere its head were what appeared to be more teeth, far out of place. Slits on its neck dripped with disgusting fluids, some sallow, others milky white.
Materializing from a cloud of noxious gas was a trident from the demonic realm, the weapon's middle piece serrated on both edges. The demon held the weapon as it floated into his grip, and the chortling became much more pronounced...


Syria eyed the dragon with an unsure expression, mulling over sharing her mind with a complete stranger. Was it truly sharing her mind, anyway? She didn't know, though she was curious. Not many in Daaven understood magic, nor did they try to learn. Perhaps it was time that changed. "You have my consent... though what you're about to do...it won't hurt will it?" she said...

"It would be for the best" Desrium replied, having enough experience with civilization by now to recognize the precautions he had to take to minimize risks regarding interaction. One thing was for certain: the robe served its purpose well.

[Hopeflower]

Vix let out a low whistle, admiring the two bows. "Arsenic will be impressed," she remarked with a grin. "It's everything he asked for and more."

[The Kingpin]

"The strings are made of unicorn hair. very strong, and immune to weather. You could use these in a rainstorm or blizzard just as easily as you could on the hottest sunny summer day" said Thorgrim with a proud smile, as he produced two pouches, one larger than the other. "Spare strings. the larger for the longbow, the smaller for the recurve" he added. Andruil nodded, very pleased with his new weapon. "Before I continue with your equipment, sir Andruil, I believe it'd be in good taste to give the young lass here her own weaponry" said the Dwarf. "But of course. I would take offence if she were forced to wait until you were done with me" responded Andruil, Thorgrim chuckling at the comment as he retrieved three sheathed blades. "I believe you will find these very much to your liking, lass" said the Dwarf as he set the weapons down on the table for inspection...

"They never get any more pleasant to look at, do they?" commented Makkus as his eyes flared, the base of his staff hitting the ground with a deafening bang, as a flash of light destroyed the bile-spewing mouth-like formations instantly, the rancid pools they had been generating disappearing along with them as Tacitus began to pace, sword in position to block and incoming attack and to retaliate with his own strike, a ring of white flames circling the room, the cleansing magic keeping the Demon from escaping, and keeping the surrounding rot and decay from coming to its aid...


"Oh, not at all" responded Septimus with a pleasant smile. "The only way you'd feel pain is if you actively tried to resist. And if at any point you wish for me to stop, I will" he explained pleasantly. He decided not to mention the fact that a skilled psychomancer could infiltrate her mind without her ever being aware. The last thing he wanted was her to lose her trust for him...

[TyrannoTitan]

Jiier nodded and soon they began to descend. They landed a few tens of meters away from the walls of the city, hoping to keep a low profile. After Desrium moved from his back, Jiier transformed, having learned from his past two experiences that a robed simian was much better received than a dragon.

[Giratina93]

Smaug hissed in irritation at Arashi's words and display at power. This fool, thinknig he could outdo him?! The dragon was about to retaliate, when from the ground, a stone clamp wrapped around his mouth, and binded it shut. The dragon thrashed his head around in rage, but the clamp held shut.

Here, Byakuren and Guame turned their attention to Arashi, and the youthful magician spoke out. " Excuse me. What might your name be, and what purpose have you here in the city of Tristan?" She called up. Violence wasn't her kind of thing to be forced to do usually, and if given the chance, she would go for diplomacy in order to settle this. With Smaug, she had known that he would only listen onc ehe was beaten down, but with this dragon, whom she had never seen before, she didn't know...

Down in the catacombs, Trajan and Dione, away from the noise of what was going on outside, were comforting the people who were groaping around in the dark, when Dione stopped. She could hear the voice of whatever it was that had spoken out, even when hundreds of others were making a racket. What it meant, she didn't know, but she didn't have a good feeling about it...

[The Kingpin]

Arashi's eyes narrowed as the voice rang out, his keen senses in the arts of psychomancy bringing the voice to the forefront of his mind in spite of the distractions around him. He would have to end his visit soon. There was no denying the power of this entity. Lesser beings were perhaps less attuned to it. But he knew better than to put himself in a difficult position with the owner of the voice. Showing no hint that he had reacted, he looked down at the Dragon below, smirking as its jaws were bound shut, his taunting voice echoing in the red drake's mind, two voices instead of one, the voice of Gilgamesh showing through alongside his own. An embarrassment to the Draconic bloodline. How you find the nerve to even suggest you are worthy of fear and respect, even the greatest minds shall never know. Eyeing the humans below as they attempted to speak to him, his rumbling growl broke into a response, his voice crackling like thunder. "My curiosity was piqued by the presence of another of my kind. Yet I feel nothing but disgust for this....reptile that dares to carry the name 'Dragon'. The fact so many of you were needed to capture it...You are a far cry from the mages, warlocks and warriors of old. I pray for all your sakes that you are not the best this land has to offer" rumbled the Dragon as he circled overhead. His reason was a lie, though a well concealed one. As far as they were concerned, it was true however. None but Discord need know his true reason for being here...

[Hopeflower]

"I have no doubt they'll be perfect," Vix said, smiling and picking up the first. Carefully, she slid it out of its sheathe. As she took in the details, she let out a pleased hum. The blade itself was impressive, obviously sharp, cutting edge slightly jagged and curving at the tip like a hunting knife. It was divided by a slightly raised, elegantly curved silver line that gave way to an almost flame-like tribal design as it progressed up the blade. Above the beginning of the design, between the lines of silver, was painted black to the hilt. A small dragon's neck and head snaked out of the golden hilt, jaws open to show tiny fangs. At the end of the grip, its tail looped, ending up kinked over its back like a small scorpion.

The second dagger was jagged and sharp on both sides, with several angular gaps on the left, and just one on the right. The small points that fit into these gaps may as well have been several smaller daggers, each leading to the wickedly curved tip of the weapon. The entire thing was almost pure white from the hilt to the narrow tip of the blade. As Vix turned it over in her hands, a flash of dark red caught her eye - a tiny, round garnet, set into a leaf-shaped design that was half on the grip, half on the blade. She gave a tiny nod - as she'd thought, the color reminded her of the exact shade of her mother's unusually-colored eyes.

The final one was nowhere near as elaborate as the first two; it was an elegant-looking, slender silver thing with a narrow hilt and a small design made of various shades of blue stone set into the grip. The blade might have been smaller than the others, but that was the point - having lost the one she'd originally had on her in the Shadepines, she needed a weapon small and light enough to be thrown with precision, and narrow enough to go in cleanly between the ribs of whatever she was fighting. The hilt, with two small, silver protrusions running parallel to the blade, one on each side, was designed to stop the entire blade from going in - as well as prevent her hand from slipping down the weapon, should she decide to do the stabbing herself.

[C S]

The demon's infected grin remained even as its surroundings were scrubbed of the scum it had crafted. Its body wrapped around the pillar of flesh as it slithered down to the bottom of the chamber and coiled up like a snake, its bladed tail lashing wickedly behind it. The entity of decay began to speak, but its words were incoherent, muddled with the being's slobbering and snorting, garbled by its swollen throat, the cause undoubtedly related to the being's embodiment of plague and pestilence. Instead of speech, what Tacitus and Makkus heard was a gurgling mishmash of gibberish, accompanied by globs of green saliva hitting the floor. Still, the demon's grin persisted; and it even went as far as to throw its head back, its body heaving as it started "laughing", at what the two hunters could only assume to be its taunting of them.


Syria nodded understandably and said "Very well then, I've never had a fellow traveler look at my library before- well, not counting that...knight; I'm looking forward to your opinion on it." With that, she closed her eyes and tried to relax.

By time the Blood Omen and the shape-shifter reached the city gate, the imposing barrier was already parting to allow them entry. The sentries spotted the two when they were in the air and there was a round of debate as to how they were to respond to the situation. With another dragon appearing so soon, the guardsmen couldn't be sure it was hostile or if it was a companion of Septimus, so the debate ended with the guards being on alert, watching diligently for signs of aggression. What they saw instead amazed them, no one in Daaven considered dragons to be creatures able to transform in such a manner. Compounding this was the sighting of the armored being's red eyes in the hood he wore and the debates began anew as to whether or not to let him in after the disturbance he created during his first appearance. This was settled by one guard who proposed by allowing their new visitors in, the sooner they could find the scholar and the sooner they all could leave...

[TyrannoTitan]

"Well that's...odd," Jiier muttered as they passed through the open gates. The simian couldn't help but feel suspicious...

[The Kingpin]

Andruil watched silently, obviously impressed by the quality of the blades. The blade of the first looked as though it were made of marble, though he was certain it was likely steel with some form of protective layer over it. The second, meanwhile, was particularly shocking in that it looked like it was not a solid piece of metal, but rather several pieces. the third, while the most simple of the three, was nevertheless impressively crafted. The blade was flawless, and the hilt was practical. "Forged that one meself" Said Thorgrim proudly as Vix picked up the first blade. "It's coated in a thin layer of resin from an old tree given to us by one of the Elven Kingdoms thousands of years ago. It's said the Elves' elite soldiers coated their blades with resin from similar trees. According to legend, weapons coated in it never go blunt. Now I'm no expert on Elven lore, but ah've yet to see a customer who owned one of these blades come back for maintenance, so I'm fairly sure it does somethin'" explained the Dwarf with a laugh. Eyeing the second blade, he smiled. "That's a new one by our standards. me eldest son forged it. Doesn't look it, but tha' there's a solid piece of steel. Lad's been eager to try this design out for a while. Apparently it gives ya a clean cut, and the angled slits in the blade's design act like fullers; allow blood to leave the wound, so you don't have to worry about the blade getting trapped in the body of whatever's on the receiving end. It was designed to keep as much of it's strength as possible in spite of the grooves, so, provided you don't use it ta block a claymore or battleaxe, it should stand firm to whatever you expose it to" said Thorgrim as Vix examined the weapon. "And that one, as requested, is simple but effective. It's made of solid silver, aside from the hilt. It's grip and blade are identical in weight. Perfectly balanced. Ideal as both a short range weapon and as a throwing blade" he explained. "Decorated the hilt with malachite. That offers a fair amount of the weight to counterbalance the blade, and makes it look better too. Out of everything you commissioned, that is the one you'd most likely find at a ball or other such noble-folk gatherin'. It'll still be the deadliest thing there though" said the man, chuckling grimly at the last bit.


Turning back to the weapon rack, the Dwarf brought forward two more daggers, both in black and silver leather sheaths. the blades looked elven, gently curved and steady in width up until the end, where they gently tapered to a point. the blades had dark, chocolate brown grips; dark oakwood, just like his sword had. swirling vine-like metallic designs laced the grip from the pommel, which was moulded into an elegantly curved shape, again like his sword. For all intents and purposes, these daggers were part of the same set as his sword and bow. Andruil's grin only widened when the blades were set on the table for his inspection. reaching for one, he drew the blade from the sheath, eyeing the dark metallic lustre of the blade, and the silvery edge characteristic of the specific blend of carbon and steel Forgemaster Thorgrim was famous for. a swirl of fine, silvery, vine-like patterns extended down the length of the blade, acting both as a series of fullers to drain the blood from a wound caused by the blade, and as a decorative element. It had only been a few hours, so Andruil didn't expect these blades to be enchanted like his sword was. The hilts on both swords were wider than the tang and the blade, acting as a barrier to keep the blades from sinking too deeply into their targets. Andruil nodded, pleased. "The blades were made to be light, but effective. They're devilishly sharp though, so be careful. Most things cut the moment they touch the blades. I've made sure of that meself" said Thorgrim with a smile, Andruil chuckling. As proof, Thorgrim grabbed a cloth that had obviously seen better days. It looked thick, but was obviously worn from use. holding the dagger edge up, he dropped the cloth over it, the rag slicing cleanly in two the moment it touched the blade. "There's a reason why we come to you when we want the best, you know" said Andruil with a chuckle, Thorgrim bowing slightly in gratitude for the compliment. "Anyway, what of my armour, sword and shield?" asked Andruil. "The armour's been repaired and modified as per your request. the sword's been sharpened and polished, and checked for any flaws; none, by the way, and as for your shield, well, it's right there in front of ya" said Thorgrim with a smile. On the wall, beside Andruil's sword, hung a dark, blackish grey heater-shield, a slightly lighter grey shade identifying a wolf head on the front, a smaller phoenix beneath it arching its wings round it to meet at the top. beneath the phoenix, the words enim regis et patria were emblazoned, arching around the Phoenix's tail to form a partial U shape. lifting it off the rack, Thorgrim brought the shield to the counter, which was, at this point, almost covered in weapons of various types. Andruil saw that the grip was made of oak, continuing with the theme. the oak was firmly bolted to the steel bar that formed the grip of the shield, and wrapped with leather. As Andruil inspected and admired the workmanship, Thorgrim had left the room for a moment, soon returning with Andruil's armour. The Knight eyed Shiryaz, the bird seemingly knowing, leaping off and perching himself on one of the weapon racks as Andruil removed his cloak, making himself more easily accessible as Thorgrim assisted him with the armour.

It was only a few minutes before Andruil was in his armour. The fight through Shadepines had damaged some of the chainmail and plating, and the silvery shade of the armour had been a hindrance to his ability to remain hidden. Now, the blackish grey armour was repaired, and additionally, was a lot harder to point out in the shadows. Once he had done that, he had the scabbards of his daggers, the shield, and the bow, put in place, along with a quiver of roughly 40 arrows. Once done, Andruil turned to Vix. "Good enough to be immortalised in stone, no?" he asked with a smirk, Thorgrim laughing at the comment as Shiryaz gave a trilling chirp from the weapons rack upon which he was perched...



"What is it saying?" asked Tacitus with a raised brow. "Haven't the foggiest" said Makkus, wasting no time as a white orb of energy streaked across the room almost immediately, colliding with the Pestilence demon mid-laugh...


Septimus chuckled, his eyes shimmering a shade of purple for a moment, reaching out a tendril of thought towards the woman's mind, feeling a wave of experience washing over him as he was exposed to her most recent thoughts, Desrium's familiar shimmering red eyes glaring back at him through her thoughts, before it ceased. Ready when you are, Syria said Septimus in her mind, his voice softer and more human, lacking the rumbling, throaty overtone the Dragon had shown earlier, his psychic voice unhindered by his body's inabilities...

[Hopeflower]

"I'm sure people would travel for years just to see such a sight," Vix said, smirking back, unable to stop herself from running an appreciative eye over man and weapons alike. She flipped her silver dagger in one hand, catching it by the grip before sheathing it. "They're perfect," she added to Thorgrim with a genuine smile. "I'll make sure they stay in such fine condition."

[C S]

A pained screech escaped the demon, its body writhing as the cleansing energy ate away at its filthy form. To minimize its exposure, the demon took cover behind the pillar of flesh, placing a clawed hand on it seconds later, animating it. It swayed back and forth as the demon extended its influence before bending forwards, the top of the column opening, revealing it to be a chute of sorts. From there, the demon launched balls of slime at the council men, the orbs slamming into the ground and exploding into corrosive puddles, the stench of which were dizzying...


"Well then, to the library we go..." Syria replied in thought, peeking through the diminishing opening at the dragon as she closed the inn's doors. "Its for Perioul's sake," she started to explain. "He's behind my desk looking like he's going to kill someone." She glanced back at the Frondfoot, the large reptile standing upright and peering over piles of books, frill extended. "Relax, he's not going to hurt you" she said to her companion soothingly, knowing full well it wouldn't do anything to calm him. Only when Septimus left would Perioul ease himself. At the lizard's hiss, Syria shook her head and headed to the back room, where her shelves of books awaited...

"They have been watching us" Desrium replied to Jiier, the rattling of chains coming to stop soon after with the gates fully opened. The Daaven guards were in their formations, eying the armored being and the shape-shifter warily, yet their weapons were not drawn. The armored being then stated "They remember me it seems"

[The Kingpin]

"If there's one thing I learned when serving in the ranks of Strachtmarch's army, it's that yer weapon is the only thing ya can always count on. Yer most loyal ally. Treat it well, and it will never fail you" said Thorgrim with a smile in response to Vix's words. He knew the weapons were in good hands. "Regardin' the arrows, Ah've had a Fletcher friend of mine make sure to give ya the most reliable available. Footed arrows. Hardwood near the arrowhead, soft wood further back. They'll withstand more punishment than a regular arrow. Provided you have the sense to retrieve them, they'll last you a good while" said the Dwarf, smiling. Andruil nodded appreciatively. "Thank you for everything, Thorgrim. You've been an excellent help" said Andruil as he handed Thorgrim an envelope. An order of payment owed to Thorgrim's Weapons. It would ensure that he was paid the full sum of what was owed. A letter detailing the specifics of the commission and the price of it all had been sent via messenger pigeon to Valenhad the previous night, after Andruil had finished dealing with the Dwarven blacksmith and his sons. It would guarantee that the payment went to no one but Thorgrim. It was a deal arranged decades ago, and stood true today. Shaking the Dwarf's hand and patting him on the back for a job well done, Andruil nodded to the Dwarf. "I hope to see you soon, old friend. farewell" said the Knight as he picked up Arsenic's bow, heading towards the door, holding it open for Vix...

The Archknight dove to the side as a ball of slime was fired towards him, Makkus evading the ball and retaliating with another of his own white fireballs, the ball colliding with one of the corrosive orbs in the entrance of the shoot, the explosion obliterating the top of it. The nature of the opponent made direct combat difficult, thus, Tacitus was less than equipped to deal with what stood before him. still, he was not without options...


Not very pleased about your temporary guest, is he? said Septimus psychically, chuckling...

[TyrannoTitan]

"You seem to have made quite the impression," Jiier responded, keeping his voice down as to not draw any more attention.