Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[Godzilla Forever]

Ivan nodded slowly, before he spoke.

"Well, let's get movign fast then. I'm sure your newfound powers will be helpful in overcoming Soul Calibur's will."

With that, Ivan, returned to their ascent. Kard turned to Icil and giving a gesture for her to follow...

The undead warrior turned to Cyris, letting outy a roar towards his foe, before he took a step towards her, bringing his blade down as he did so....

[Murloc Tyrannus]

Cyris fired a shot into the weaker spots of chain, as they were the only spots she could get a hit. She would need to use strategy rather than brute force to take this one down...

Icil hovered over the floor, her wings flapping with a steady beat, carrying her off of the ground below as she moved. Her horns were slightly more twisted this time, instead of her usual straightened ones. The succubus continued, following her two comrades...

[Godzilla Forever]

The arrow gave Cyris some time to think, for the armor plated being hissed and pulled out a couple of the arrows stuck in his form, for the sheer number of them was beginning to impede his movement...

The trio's journey up the next few flights would be rather uneventful, mostly consistign of empty rooms, statues, and the occasional mural. Though, it was interestign for Kard and Icil, at least, since much of the history of the swords was told upon these ancient walls...

[Murloc Tyrannus]

Cyris fired more arrows into the same areas, trying to distract the massive zombie. It was strong, but perhaps it wasn't all that smart...

Icil gazed at the walls and murals of the tower, admiring each with slight amusement, as if she were in a museum of some sort. The hybrid continued to fly above the floor...

[Godzilla Forever]

The zombie continued approaching, snapping arrows to allow itself to move, as it swung its sword out once more...

Only ten more flights stood between the trio and the final level...

[Murloc Tyrannus]

"****!" Cyris cursed aloud, still firing at the deviate creature. She jumped back, trying to avoid the large blade. The elf then readied her dagger for close quarters combat...

Icil continued upstairs. She was ready for Soul Calibur...

[dinoman666]

"Then let us see your true face, beast," Tetto'eko hissed, tapping his Stellar staff against the ground. A bright beacon of light sprang from his totem's tip, increasing the visibility in the immediate area around the Priest. It wouldn't provide much solace in this grim place, but it was better than nothing...

Zazikel's tendrils retracted from their ineffective assault, only to swirl into the Archdemon's energy beam, increasing its power significantly. It was only a matter of time now...

[TyrannoTitan]

The knight's blade sank deep, though it did not seem to effect the troll's ability to stand. The mutated creature kicked out with the limb, throwing Andruil back and off balance as it turned around.

The fiend stood much taller than the skink, like a wingless dragon with elongated arms, enormous claws, and a skinless head bathed in a dark flame, which seemed to remain even in the presence of the Astromancer's light. "You are but a flicker in the dark...no amount of light will save you from me..." the horrific creature drawled, cackling manically as it dispersed into darkness once again.

Tzeentch's body was torn once more, spewing energy wildly as she struggled to keep Zazikel's attack at bay...

[The Kingpin]

Andruil rolled with the blow, putting some distance between himself and his opponent, his blade dematerialising in his hand, dissolving to form a part of the magical coat of armour that engulfed his hide as he soon reached his full 8 foot height, the man-beast snarling ferociously as he looked up at the Troll, eerie yellow eyes glowing dangerously in the dark...

[dinoman666]

Tetto'eko's eyes narrowed. "I do not fear the dark, demon. Come and face me, so we can get this over with..." The Skink looked around warily, making sure it wouldn't ambush him...

[Godzilla Forever]

The zombie warrior roared, before he lunged, thrusting his massive blade tip towards cyris....

And there it was: soul calibur. The blade of legend. There, it sat before them, encased in crystals. Kard and Ivan stood back ,before they turned to Icil.

"Take it," Ivan said. "It will only take one of pure intent as its wielder."

"Hey, what are you trying to-" Kard yelled, but Ivan stopepd him.

[TyrannoTitan]

"Such..." the voice hissed from all around Tetto'eko. The fiend rematerialized behind the Skink, its massive claws already arching upward toward his back with incredible speed. "ARROGANCE."

Mangled, mutated, and broken limbs grasped Andruil's feet and legs as the troll turned, the horrific remains of butchered mutants grasping desperately at the knight, surrounding him in a writhing pile of damned souls. The troll dimly raised its club, the fiends surrounding the knight too numerous for him to shake off.

The defenders were close to the cliffs now. Too close. With every push from the enemy, their lines were forced further and further back. Those fending off the mutants now had the advantage of high ground, but even that could not stop the endless tides. Radamand was almost buried behind mounds of his foes, the leviathan's eyes burning with zealous fury as he tried to throw off the swarms of mutants and shadowreavers. Jiier continued to do what he could, but after his run in with Desrium's aggressors, the dragon's condition only continued to deteriorate, the gaping wound on his chest and side made worse by combat.

Tzeentch's power was reaching its limit. She was out of time. As Zazikel's attack crept ever closer, she observed the battlefield below them, looking through the darkness at her allies. They were in no better shape. Soon the mages would be overwhelmed, and Eredar would be freed. From there, there would be no escape...not even death could save them now. She had failed.

It was then that she felt it.

"It is...always darkest..." Tzeentch called out weakly, the energy within her pouring from her eyes and mouth, her power finally destroying her completely. "Before...the Dawn..."

A sound like no other tore through the bleak battlefield: the defiant shriek of a dying immortal. Even the most devote, the most stalwart and weathered soldiers, cowered at the noise; the damned and the unholy stood still as stone. The world, perhaps even the universe, shuddered at this indescribable cry. The eyes, burning with a hate that no mortal could ever hope to comprehend, were twisted in agony. Those skilled in magic could feel the very power of the world- the ley lines -tearing their foe apart.

Behind the stunned armies, frozen in midst of battle, a magnificent pillar of light, brighter than anything anyone could have imagined in their wildest dreams, speared through the pitch black sky and into the deadened ground. Three massive bands of light on either side of the pillar were suddenly swept outward, forming incredible white-gold wings that stretched for miles. With that movement alone, the gaseous dark was swept away, revealing the black heart of Aster to the sun waiting above once again. The mutated fiends that beset the valiant defenders of Aster fell to dust in the gleam of the brilliant light; the shadowreavers and devote servants of the Traitor evaporated almost instantly as they gazed upon it.

The dread god of Aster was revealed as well.

Although its center remained shrouded in a torrent of dark flames, Eredar's full monolithic size was revealed. Its gargantuan legs were lined with gleaming cracks, where chaotic energy soaked out. The eyes, burning with a mix of rage and torment, glared out at the pillar of light and the wings that loomed around it.

"YOU."

The sound was almost too much to bare.

And it was then that Eredar, Traitor God of Aster, was destroyed in one horrific explosion of energy that stretched for tens of miles upward, mirroring the pillar of light with a pillar of darkness and ley energy instead.

[Godzilla Forever]

With an eruption of power, the final push had been enough. The evil god was no more. The shadowreavers, weak against the light, were destroyed, wiped from the face of this continent, never to be seen by the eyes of mortals again. Nitsunobue, fighting hard against the unending tides of mutants and Shadowreavers, was forced to protect himself from the powerful blast, coverign himself as it battered his thick, leathery hide. And so, the dark being was no more. Eyes wide, and mind clouded, Nitsunobue looked realized that the one who defended him was gone. Tzeentch was no more. The wyvern felt an odd mixture of joy and grief. The wyvern let out a his trademark trumpeting screech, the haunting roar signalling the heroes of Aster's victory. While many had been lost, their sacrifice would not be forgotten.

Aster had been saved, and all who looked back upon this day would be grateful.

Deep in the valley, the broken and beaten forms of the Draxon army stood. Only a few hudnred remained by the end of the day. The cry of the wyvern peirced their ears, as the boom of the dark god's dextruction shook their broken forms. Weakly, one captain smiled and turned to his men.

"We've... won..."

[C S]

In the wake of the sweeping lights, Desrium knew that she who he served had arrived, casting the oppressive sheets of shadow aside as if they were mere smoke, easily dispersed with a few waves of a hand.

Moria, Dawnmother and representative of justice had struck down the malefic god who besieged the land of his own creation, finishing what thousands of Asterians laid their lives down to do in one glorious strike, a scene which many a mortal would not understand. Not even Desrium fully understood what had taken place, with the undead legions succumbing to her grace instantly and Eredar's apparent destruction. It was only through his unique connection to the goddess, holding her shimmering spear in hand; high in the air on Septimus' back, that he had any idea of who Aster's salvation was owed to. He truly grasped what it meant to bear the golden wings.

The odds were beaten.

Aster was saved.

[dinoman666]

Tetto'eko shielded his eyes from the bright light as Eredar was finally destroyed, cape whipping in the wind from the sheer power. He could barely make out the shape of the glorious figure before them, and nearly sank to his knees in awe. An Old One. Standing before them all. It was amazing...

Zazikel, however, was less excited. The Archdemon's eyes widened in horror as he was swept through the skies, stripped of his power and sent tumbling across Aster like a fly in a raging river. His enraged howls echoed across the battlefield as he was swept away, his next destination unknown...

As if a switch had been thrown, light flooded back into the world where Discord had been trapped. The chimera scrunched his eyes shut as the suddenness of it nearly blinded him. Rubbing his discolored eyes, Discord looked up at the destruction before him, but not in awe. More like in jealousy, really. That's what he wanted, d*mmit! His old powers back! To make the brand of chaos he was so good at! Unlike this god, whoever he or she was, he wasn't a spoilsport...

[Murloc Tyrannus]

Cyris growled, leaping onto the warrior's head like a rabid animal, grabbing at the helmet of the warrior, trying to take it off...

Icil nodded before hovering to the blade, grabbing it into her hands...

[Godzilla Forever]

The undead warrior snarled, lettign go of his sword, as he gtrabbed Cyris and tried to wrench her off of his head....

As Icil took hold of the blade, her mind became clouded, and she was taken away form her body. She entered a beautiful, prestine realm, one of clouds and a beautiful, glistening sun. Before her, the small, insectoid form of her friend, Yarith, appeared before her. He seemed... different, however. His form was bit more whitish blue than she remembered, and his eyes were a deep blue.

"Icil! It's so good to see you again!" the vespasian said before he ran over and hugged Icil...

[Murloc Tyrannus]

Icil hesitated for a moment before hugging the insectoid back, with a slight smile on her face.

"Yarith, you look... different." she said with a blink...

Cyris kept tugging at the helmet of the warrior. She needed to expose a weak point of some sort...

[The Kingpin]

Andruil struggled against the decayed limbs as they pooled around him, snarling as he looked up at what could well have been a fatal blow, until the blast of light froze the assailants solid, the booming sounds painful to his sensitive ears. As the Troll and limbs dissolved, the Knight shook off the remains, turning to face the source, eyeing the winged pillar of light through squinting eyes, raising a muscular arm in front of his lupine features to shield his eyes from the brightness of the being hovering before him in the distance. Sighing, he returned to his human form, fur shrinking and splitting as the sheen of metallic armour became visible, the Knight's familiar form appearing as the dark grey and brown werewolf dissolved, grey wisps of shadow swirling around his form. A sigh of relief escaped the man as he looked around at his comrades, and at the wreckage that surrounded them. It was a difficult fight...but at last...it was over...


The Knight Commander descended from above, moving down towards the battlefield, seeing the swirling grey wisps that engulfed his brother, undoubtedly due to his shift back from his Wolf form. Alex looked over his own body, his armoured body badly scarred from his opponents. Dents, metallic claw marks and sliced chainmail and leather covered his form, and he could feel his armour sticking to him in places from something more than sweat. His steed wasn't in much better condition. The young drake was covered in cuts and scorch marks, scars from larger beasts covering his hide all over, and his wing membranes tattered to the point they were only barely air-worthy. Had the battle continued much longer, they would've been forced to continue fighting on the ground. "Rejoice, races of Aster! We have triumphed!" he called out, the Valenhadian legions exploding into cheers of victory...


Antar meanwhile, stood among his mean, who had joined in with the calls of victory. His Manticore stood tiredly beside him, a broken wing hanging limply at its side, plumes of smoke coming from the leonine beast's fanged jaws in rattling breaths, blood spilling slowly from one of its arms, amidst scores of smaller wounds covering its hide. Antar's cloak was wrapped firmly around a particularly large wound on one of its forelimbs, the Dark Elven King having done some on-location first aid for his steed. He stood now with only a black sleeveless leather vest and chestplate protecting his upper torso, the material tough, but light and flexible. his two secondary blades were in their sheaths, his main scimitar hanging in one hand, blackened blood trailing down its obsidian edge as it shimmered menacingly. The elf sighed as he looked up at the sky above, revelling in the light of the sun, having never suspected he could be so glad to see the shimmering white disk. Victory had been claimed. And his men had fought valiantly. But there was no doubt the losses would be great...He would have to prepare for the funeral service once they returned home...He did not look forward to it...


Arashi breathed a sigh of relief as the weight of the battle was lifted from his shoulders with Eredar's destruction, the Stormweaver glancing across the battlefield, feeling peace once more. His first action however, was to search the sky and ground for Septimus, his psychic powers jumping between individuals across the battlefield in search of his son, calming once he saw, through one soldier's eyes, the young Hueilin flying over the battlefield. He survived...All was well. Around him, the assembled mages and warlocks of Valenhad, Zuppoland and the Desert Races sat, channelling their energy between them, to replenish those of them most heavily weakened, to even out the burden among them. his gaze softening, the Immortal reached an arm forward, wisps of bluish energy flowing from his arm and washing over them, recovering their energy swiftly, until they had regained enough strength to function, before ceasing. He knew he would require some for himself, if the sensation of fury he sensed in Septimus was from what he believed it was...


Bassunka twisted his blade staff in hand before putting it into its frame on his back, locking it in place diagonally as he glanced around him. Many of his brethren lay dead. As adept as they were in combat, they were not used to fighting on land, and had paid a harsh price. While the knowledge and experience of combat had been spread across all the troops in preparation for this battle, it still had not been enough to save the lives of the many that lay across the battlefield. Many a mother, father, wife, husband and child would stand in mourning at the Shrine of the Conch when they returned. But it comforted him to know they had fought fiercely and valiantly. Aster would again know the might and bravery of the Zuppolandian people, even 600 years after they had seemingly vanished. Looking over himself, he saw very little in the way of life threatening damage. the powerful Leviathan scale armour he had been given by the Council of Elders had served him well. He only had one wound across his torso, the result of a large Shadowreaver's talons tearing through it. The armour had scratches and grazes in it, but none aside from the Shadowreaver wound had penetrated. He only wished that Leviathans of this calibre were more readily available for armour smithing. It would have saved many lives...


Septimus watched in relief as their enemy was destroyed before them, the Hueilin's eyes narrowing, pupils narrowing to hair-thin slits as the explosion of light washed over the battlefield, Moria revealed before them. It brought up questions in the young Scholar, but at the moment, he found it hard to ignore the burning anger that filled him. This battle had brought with it a harsh reminder of the evil of his father's actions. And he would see to it the Stormweaver answered for it. He would have to watch his pace however. Looking over his own body, he saw how risky a direct confrontation could be for him. His tattered wings shimmered brightly with glowing, golden-white blood, even the cool of the air not enough to cool its temperature as it dripped from his countless wounds. Glowing electrical scars covered his hide in a shimmering web-like pattern, the result of his clash with his father's dark doppleganger. Hundreds of glowing wounds covered his body, and it wasn't hard to imagine him looking very much like Thurduunax in a millennia's time at this rate. Still, many of the wounds were shallow enough to heal without leaving significant scars, so perhaps he wouldn't be a walking tapestry of pain and suffering just yet. The battlefield below him however, was another matter. The ground was burned and rotten, mangled and disfigured from the effects of Eredar's power. Fires raged rampantly across the landscape, and wreckage was strewn across the site of the battle so numerously that it would take months to clear it all. Even if it were to be cleared of the debris of the battle, Septimus doubted that this land would be habitable for many months, if not years. He shuddered to think what would've happened to Aster as a whole had they failed...

[TyrannoTitan]

Radamand's gargantuan eyes flew open, lashing out wildly as if the battle was still raging. Almost immediately, however, the rage that gripped the leviathan disappeared. The pillar of light that seemed to touch the stars slowly faded away, revealing the source. Before the assembled armies strode a unicorn made of pure energy. The bands of glistening white-gold energy wafted around its form gracefully, emitting an incredible brightness that, strangely, was not painful to behold. Looking deeper into the equine's form revealed dark energy coursing within; looking into this was like gazing into the night sky itself. Standing twenty feet tall, the unicorn moved like a gentle wind over the blackened ground, a tangle of plant life growing almost instantly in her wake.

"...Lady Moria..." Radamand stammered, his gargantuan form shrinking in seconds, taking on the familiar form of the giant once more. Almost immediately, the Steward of Storms fell to one knee, his head bowed. As the Dawnmother approached the assembled Asterians, the pain, anger, and frustration of battle melted away. The combat-loving Vikings' lust for battle disappeared. The mourning soldiers regained their feelings of hope and self-worth. Even the bloodthirsty goblin Sentinels were left in stony silence, no longer seeking the destruction of everyone around them. The presence of the Dawnmother was beyond calming, though she herself said nothing, looking out over the battlefield as the bands of light that made up her wings, much smaller now than they had been when she arrived, swayed above her. If one looked closely, they could see a faint twinkle near the celestial equine's eye, as if a faint star cascaded down her cheek...