Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[C S]

Down the brown stoned corridors the hooded figures moved, haste in their step. They came to a vault door of sorts, a bronze circular seal. Imprinted on its face was a mural, forged into the metal. It depicted the tallest mountain range in Aster and its surroundings regions. Two large orbs were above the illustration, orbs that the leading magi focused their magics onto. The dim, black gems lit up and became a brilliant cyan then white, an homage to the Order's very roots. The seal slid back into the wall with a dull thump, dust spewing out from the newly formed seal. A rumbling reverberated throughout the corridor as the seal rolled into a slit in the doorway, the chamber that was closed for so long now open...

[Hopeflower]

Arsenic felt his already tense muscles tighten further when he sensed the loosely contained energy buzzing from Vix. Vix, don't - he started to tell her, only to be surprised when she rounded on him. Her gaze was like ice; she replied, Don't tell me what I can't do. You're exhausted; I can fight. In one graceful motion she slid off the horse, landing solidly on her feet. If you so much as try to use up any more of your energy, I'll nail you to the nearest wall as soon as we get home, she warned him, ignoring his attempts to stop her, meeting his now dark brown eyes steadily. She flipped one dagger in her hand, catching it by the hilt expertly, scanning their surroundings. Faintly, the mute elf caught her thought process; ...tired of being held back because of my weakness.

[The Kingpin]

"In the decades following your escape from the Order's control, you disappeared into the Zuppolandian countryside. A trail of freak disasters followed in your wake, being the only way we could track your movements. But in the aftermath of the incidents, you would disappear, leaving us with no leads until the next disaster struck" explained the Sovereign, Septimus curving a brow, his eyes shimmering for a moment as the familiar dark red leather volume on Zuppolandian history, legends and lore rose from the satchel, opening up on the page depicting Desrium, standing on a cliff face amidst a horrific storm, lightning tearing through the sky in a white streak as diagonal lines nearly completely obscured the other details, representing the rain that pounded the island. "This is what led to us coming here, your Majesty" growled the Dragon, Sheemaka looking at the image thoughtfully. "The details described.....This was no more than a week before Our island plunged into the sea. The power of the Mana Well beneath the island was being disturbed as a result of Leviathans eating away at the base of the island. The disturbance unleashed the final, and most vicious storm that has ever struck Zuppoland"...



"Well well...so the lovely lady steps forward to fight. Lets see if you hit as beautifully as you look, eh?" Commented Andruil with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood. He could sense eyes watching them from every direction. even the direction they had come from, the edge of the forest, was now cut off by several of denizens of darkness. It was as if they were attempting to herd them further into this forsaken forest...

[Hopeflower]

"Wait and see," Vix replied with the hint of a dark smirk, sinking into a semi-crouch, knees bent ever-so slightly, her right more than her left, ready to spring. Arsenic, with a resigned sigh, drew his bow, making ready to fire.

[C S]

Desrium's blank stare was fixed on the king the entire time he spoke, his mind struggling to comprehend. This was supposedly his past, yet even now he lacked tangible memories. Only a familiar sense of things, a blurry recollection missing major details. The only thing that stirred any trace of memory was the image in the massive book, and again it was of the stormy sea he was expunged from. It was this conundrum that drove Desrium to ask Septimus his question. He placed a hand on the dragon's side and asked "Just how long ago did this all happen? Just how long, exactly, is a year?"

[The Kingpin]

Andruil smirked at the response. "Oh, I will. With eager anticipation" he said as he ran his finger along the flat face of his sword, crossed in front of him, the blade making a strange metallic hum as he did so. "All joking aside though, if you feel yourself slipping, tell me so I can cover you. Trust me when I say I've seen situations go from manageable to disastrous because of stubborn decisions. And that is NOT something we want to have happen here" he warned, just as another chilling shriek echoed through the trees, as a series of thudding sounds rang out through the forest, the sound of something hard colliding with wood, in rapid succession, each strike closer than the last, soon zipping past them, then overhead...



Septimus stared at Desrium in shock. He knew he had lost his memory. But had he really lost his sense of time too?

"You know how long a day lasts, correct?" asked Sheemaka as he eyed Desrium concernedly...so much power....and he was clueless to things as trivial as the duration of a year.....this was worrying to say the least...

[Hopeflower]

"I will. But I'll be fine," Vix said. "You're starting to sound like Arsenic. Worry about yourself for now."

[C S]

"Day lasts as long as the sun remains in the sky. Night is dictated by the duration of the moon's flight, correct?" Desrium replied, now wondering why his friend and king looked so worried...

[The Kingpin]

"There are 365 days in a year" stated Septimus plainly...



Vix had barely finished her sentence as another deafening screech rang out above her, the source diving down at her as two more dove out of the trees to the sides, one targetting Andruil, the other aiming for Arsenic. As Andruil's attacker burst from the trees, the Knight twisted, his blade's flat surface hitting the attacker's chest roughly, knocking it aside with a loud crack, the beast hitting the floor heavily as Andruil descended upon it with his blade, his knee pinning it's flank as he drove his blade downwards into the side of it's grotesque snapping skull, the entire clash lasting less than 4 seconds, the monstrosity letting out a choked squeal of agony, cut short as the blade sliced through it's brain, killing it instantly...

[C S]

"Then there are about 292,000 days of my existence that I simply fail to recall" Desrium said a moment later, doing the mathematics mentally with surprising speed. The creature so ignorant to basic things had an innate grasp of the advanced and intricate, things which many had to study for long stretches of time. The armored being was truly a perplexing entity...

[Godzilla Forever]

Nitsunobue desperately sniffed the air, searching for his compatriots. He ran around, searchnig every area he could find, trampling over anything else that got in his way. He was in dire need to find them. Tranquility wouldn't be able to hold down Anarchy much longer. The Wyvern let out his trademark screech, the yell ringing off into the distance. He hoped that they would be able to hear it, and perhaps then he'll have better luck...

[Hopeflower]

Vix turned to face her attacker just as it smashed into her, knocking her off-balance. She let out a grunt, but rolled with the fall, ending up on top of the beast. Without giving it a chance to recover, she made two quick jabs with her knives. The left sliced the throat clean open; the right was plunged straight into the middle of its stomach cavity, seeking the major blood vessels.

Arsenic fired an arrow almost as soon as his attacker appeared, striking it dead in the center of its chest. He drew another, ready to fire again if needed.

[Godzilla Forever]

The grumbles of beasts in the darkness roared about Nitsunobue, but the wyvern stayed strong. As he stamped through the forest, he growled at anything he saw move in an attempt to frighten it away, or, if necessary, crush it into the earth. None of the beasts dared attack him due to his sheer size, but he felt a discomforting presence lurknig somewhere in the darkness, waiting to strike him down.

He's heard this creature before. It had followed him everywhere he'd gone since Discord shattered his conciousness. Whatever it was, it's been trying to attack him, probably while he's resting.... but Nitsunobue kept pressing forward, ignoring the presence. He needed to find the elves, and fast....

[dinoman666]

A brilliant flash of light sprang from the tip of Tetto'eko's staff s he tapped it against the earth, casting a bright glow over the group, the Skink Priest trying to push back the cloying darkness of the Shadepines and reveal their attackers now that the suppressant on his magic had vanished...

[TyrannoTitan]

The feline darted through the darkened alleys, searching for a means of escape. The entity seemed to realize this, and kept itself between the cat and the front gate. Even without it being in sight, the feline knew exactly where it was; the raw power surrounding it, and the noxious evil that permeated its very being, was enough to give away its location. So far, it did not do anything but pursue, and for that the shapeshifter was thankful. Beyond maintaining its new form, the feline had in place very strong mental barriers to prevent detection. How much good these would do was anyone's guess, but as a result, there was a constant pressure on the cat's mind. Untold years of practice made them laughably easy to suppress in ordinary situations, but the heavy magical use in play made them more then enough of a threat...

[Giratina93]

By now, Guame was only a few rooftops away from the scene, yet at this distance, the wave of evil that he could detect was near suffocating. This was in a league far beyond that of Akuro... For such an evil entity to wind up here in Tristan-

"Guame, I have returned from surveillance." A feminine voice silently wispered into his right ear, nearly causing the armadillo to freak out. He cautiously turned, before he let out a sigh of relief. It was only Djinn. The armadillo beastman breathed in and out. At a time like this, who wouldn't have been spooked?

"Good... But before we talk about that..." Guame wispered back, before pointing in the direction of the wave of evil. Djinn nodded, understanding how grave a situation this was. For the past 25 years, she had been helping out Guame, ever since he had released her from that bag she had been sealed up in, but all she and guame had to do was sense the evil in the air to know that this was more dangerous than anything they had dealt with during that time... The two moved silently and stealthily, to see what this evil presence was...

[The Kingpin]

"Interesting.....It appears your remarkable age is not accompanied by remarkable memory" said Sheemaka, mostly thinking out loud. "During your time here, you were noted for being attracted to magical energy. you fed off it like a bear off honey. That was the only way we could track you. We would search our maps for the nearest locations to the last sightings of you where magical schools or trade centres could be found, knowing that where items of magical power went, you would soon follow. You seemed to prefer dark places with little light, often roaming forests in the Zuppolandian countryside. From what sightings could tell us, you seemed to stay in the deepest depths of the forests during the day, walking out into the open at night when the sun was not glaring above" he explained, finally straightening, both hands on his staff, leaning on it lightly as it was planted firmly in the ground. "And that, Desunka, is all the Zuppolandian people know of you. There are the folk stories, of course, how you'd hunt and feed on children, pluck them from their cribs at night, chase down ones that misbehaved, but they're just folk stories meant to frighten children into behaving, the same as any society has on the surface"...


The beast kicked Vix back, launching itself away from her, landing on the ground in a crouch, shuddering as it gurgled in pain, looking down at it's slashed stomach, a large 5-clawed hand reaching for it's neck, checking the wound as it looked up at the elf, it's face resembling that of a woman in her mid 20s, the evidently decayed features distorted in a look of pain, massive needle-like fangs extending from it's freakishly stretched mouth, glowing white eyes staring coldly at the elven girl, stringy silver hair seeming to float unnaturally, as if constantly in the midst of a strong draft, the rest of it's body coated in what looked like white smoke, strangely morphed to resemble a dress, it's feet not visible in it's crouched position. the beast attempted to leap forward once more, only to collapse as it tried, the injuries taking their toll on the Banshee's body. In that instant however, several more of the beasts sprung from the shadows, the one attacking Arsenic hitting the floor a few feet from him, before springing off the ground towards the Elf, just as the sudden glaring flash from Tetto's staff stopped it in it's tracks, the creature missing and tumbling to the floor off to Arsenic's side, scrambling away for the cover of the trees, a cacophony of furious screeches through the trees all around them, Andruil reaching for his ears, holding them in pain as the piercing screeches sliced through the air like a knife, resembling the sound of a thousand nails scratching against a chalkboard, the aggravated beasts streaking back and forth through the trees at frightening speeds, infuriated by the light but fearing it at the same time...

[dinoman666]

Tetto'eko's earholes shut of their own accord, an adaptation to being a semi-aquatic creature, and focused his attention on maintaining the light. A simple task for one like him, and a supremely effective one as well. It seemed that the creatures shunned light, which was hardly surprising. With a little more energy, he built up the light even more to encompass the entire area and push the Banshees back, as well as adding scorching heat to the magic to burn those creatures who attempted to get too close to the light...

[C S]

"I do feed off of honey. I like honey, not children" Desrium replied seemingly indignant despite his unwavering monotone. He then looked to Sheemaka's staff, finally taking note of the mystical aura surrounding the relic. It was soothing to be in its presence and the hunger Desrium felt before was completely gone. He knew now it was from the magical energy he was surrounded by along with the magical properties of the rotten flesh he had consumed. In hindsight, he realized the pattern of the abomination's skin seemed uncannily Zuppolandian in nature. While he might not have eaten children, he seemed to have eaten from a corrupted member of the aquatic city in his frenzied state...

[Godzilla Forever]

Nitsunobue soon spotted the shining light from within the depths of the forest. He was unsure who or what it was, but he hoped it was an ally. He roared in its direction before moving at a brisk pace. The beasts of the darkness lurked in every tree, watching him with glistening eyes. Each step spooked them away, but the demon still seemed to hunt him, trying to catch up with him but never coming close enough to be seen...