Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[TyrannoTitan]

The black miasma continued to spread across Aster, plunging entire regions into an artificial twilight. Its movement was notably slow without the driving force behind it, but its progress was undeniable. Mutation of magic users occurred at random across the continent, the most cases springing up when magic is used heavily. Smaller civilizations were under threat of destruction from the rampaging mutants, while others needed constant aid to deal with the growing problem. A storm of dark energy, separate from the mist spreading over the continent, shot through the Wasteland, its intended destination clear...

[C S]

Desrium's return from his internal quest was unannounced. Without warning, he shifted in place, his ruby eyes still trailing light as he moved. He stood up without removing his sights from the cave, thinking about how moments ago it was plastered against a trance inducing sky, stretched in all directions. "I have understanding" the armored being said simply to Jiier and he turned around to see what cast the shadow over the area afterwards. "Hello again" Desrium said to the colossal five headed hydra...

[The Kingpin]

But how did you end up here? asked Septimus, finally getting over his shock at the revelation that he was now face to face with another of his kind. How did you? responded the elder Hueilin simply. I'd been trying to escape some kind of Hydra....I was exhausted and found a small cave in the cliff face...when I woke up I noticed the aura coming from a pool, and followed it here explained Septimus. It took you that long to sense it? Disappointing. Nevertheless, you found your way here through the feeling of power it emanated, and that is close enough. As for myself....I have lost track of time since I came down here...But I would chance a guess that I descended here five thousand years ago...perhaps longer. I had been on an expedition with several others of our kind. There were seven of us. One from each of the great Clans. We had split up into two groups, one of four, the other of three. I was part of the latter group. I represented Clan Khulruud. Arturax represented Clan Khelisaad. Vuradviig represented Clan Burkaan. We were roaming the region on foot because we detected a Mana Well in the area, and decided to seek its Guardians out with the hope of learning what they may know of it explained the Marine Dragon as he gestured for Septimus to follow him, heading towards a tunnel in the side of the chamber, beginning to swim in that direction, Septimus following in close pursuit. What happened? asked Septimus, knowing that something must have gone wrong to have erased this elder wyrm from the memories of his clan. Patience, young Septimus. Before you leave here, you will know. You will know my story, and much more responded the Dragon, apparently reveling in the opportunity to speak with another sentient being for the first time in millennia.

The tunnel before them was laced with Vitorite clusters, lighting up the path, bending upwards, leading to a new chamber, within which was the bright glow of what must've been another surface of the Mana Well. As Septimus entered the chamber behind the Elder, it was revealed to be fairly spacious, though nowhere near the scale of the previous chamber. The marine dragon swam upwards, breaking the surface of what Septimus had initially mistaken for an illusion of the Mana Well, in reality being the surface of the water. following close behind, Septimus broke free of the water, taking in several deep, slow breaths, seeing a stony ledge to one side of the chamber, where the elder most likely slept. It was large, and made for a decent living space by most standards. The Elder climbed onto the stony ledge, the scale of it more than adequate for him, before turning to face the younger Dragon, sighing as the golden wisps swirled around his limbs, former flippers turning into genuine legs similar to Septimus' own, as the two thick ridges on it's back that had acted as stabilisers in the water flexed and flowed, morphing into a pair of wings which gradually stretched until they seemed mostly air-worthy. Septimus' eyes widened in shock for the third time that day as he saw the Dragon change form. "You can shape-shift?" he growled in surprise. "You cannot?" responded the Elder calmly, his voice far more gravelly vocally than it had been when he spoke to Septimus psychically, obviously effected by lack of use. Septimus shook his head. "Our clan lost that ability three generations ago" growled Septimus, the Elder chuckling knowingly, finding it amusing, to Septimus' discomfort. "Joined with one of Clan Burkaan again, have they?" responded the Elder with a smirk, Septimus nodding surprisedly, not knowing that that may have been the cause. "Then that will be another thing for me to teach you. In due time. For now, let me continue my tale" rumbled the Wyrm as Septimus sat down, interested.

"As we neared the source of the energy, the ground split beneath my feet, and I fell into darkness. When the dust settled I looked around, finding clusters of Vitorite everywhere I looked. Arturax and Vuradviig called my name, pleading for an answer. Thurduunax! they would call. And after a few minutes of silence, I responded. I assured them I was fine, but that the ceiling and walls around me seemed unstable. I told them to keep exploring. that I would try and find my way back to them as soon as I'd investigated the chamber. Alas, those were the last words we shared" rumbled Thurduunax lowly, lowering his head in what appeared to be sadness. Septimus watched on silently, wanting to know more, though knowing better than to rush the elder. "As Vuradviig spoke, a horrific bellow rang out above them. I barely had enough time to glance up before something large and fiery plucked them both off the ground and tore them apart. It was my plummet into the cave that saved me from the same fate" explained the Dragon with a sigh. Septimus could tell this was as much to educate him as it was to relieve the older Dragon of the guilt he felt for that day. "I moved onwards into the cavern, deciding to finish what we came here to do. It was the least I could do for my fallen friends. Two days of exploring in the cave system led me here....But by the time I had returned to where I entered from, it had collapsed, sealing my fate in this stone tomb. I found the former Guardians of this place...But they lacked the immortality to watch over it forever. Their bones lay at the bottom-most reaches of this cave system. Though I have since found ways to leave...the protection of this place from those who may seek to exploit it is too great a task" rumbled Thurduunax with a low sigh...



Andruil had finally reached the lake, reaching for one of the satchels on Furax's flank, removing a series of rolled cloths and parchment, along with a roll of thin rope, before making his way towards one of the nearby trees to find some relatively straight bits of wood, or otherwise make some in order to help deal with the group's wounds...

[Giratina93]

Mara smiled at what she saw. Just as she had expected... strong opponents were always the key to forming alliances, even with the most stubborn of mules. "Alright orcs and brutes, we head off now!" She commanded as she pulled her staff out of the ground. Things were definitely going according to plan... she was on a roll now...

"It was 15 years ago. I was fast asleep on my hoard, when I was rudely awoken. The person who roused me from my slumber was a mage with purple hair. She claimed tht I had just burnt some village down a few days prior and wanted me to go there and apoligize to the villagers and help them rebuilt their place." Here, Smaug scoffed, smoke billowing from his nostrils. "As if I'd actually do that! I haven't even touched a human settlement in decades, and even if I did, why should I go to some lower lifeform and help THEM out? I do as I wish! But the mage refused to lsiten to me, and wore my patience down. I had had it with her, so I tried to get rid of her... But it turned out she was tougher than she looked. No mere human, not even a mere witch like her, should have been able to block my claws with her sword, or reflect my flames back at me... but she did. She used my own power againt me. I couldn't believe it! How dare she make a mockery out of me! But, she had me near death.I new that I was about to die, and with it, the end of my kind as well. But, and I don't know if it were by fate or by coincidence, or if some force had guided that young child here, but I saw that young girl, Mara, step in the way and plead with her to spare my life. Again, I couldn't believe it. It was one ting for some child to somehow make their way here, but it was another for a child to take pity on me and ask for me to be spared. How she got here, I might never know. Perhaps she was lost and strayed into my cave, or she came with her father to take MY gold, but somehow got seperted from him and made her way here, but still, she managed to convince the mage to spare my life. I was grateful to her. It was the only time I have ever been thankful to a lower lifeform before. Since then, she has visited me, with her father, for the past 15 years, though I haven't seen her father for the past 2 years... " Smaug finished, crackling his fingers...

All Akuro could do, was nod. So he had been right. Mara and Smaug did know each other... That was all he needed to know. "Thank you for your knowledge, O Golden One." Akuro growled, before he turned and left with the stalkers, helping tem carry the Krayt out of the cave. Now, he had some new information he could use....

Smaug simply snorted. "Your welcome, fox." He growled, before returning to slumber. What an odd batch of fools...

[Godzilla Forever]

The brutes growled in reply, and began their march. The orcs kept ahead of the much larger creature, still feelign a bit uncomfortable around them. Urg ignored Mara, since he seemedto accept her leadership now. Shurzak gave Mara a quick nod and said,

"Well done."

The orc shaman then ran past, joining the other orcs....

The stalkers delivered their load to a couple Olog-Hai, sending the two off the Gorgoroth with their treasure. That leftthem with only two more, meaning they could only get one, maybe two more Krayts today...

[dinoman666]

When Tetto'eko arrived at the lakeshore, he sat down, legs crossed, and placed his staff lengthwise on the ground in front of him. The Skink bowed his head and closed his eyes, completely silent. The disheveled Mordecai swooped down from his shoulder to lap at the cool water of the lake, quickly quenching his thirst and calming his nerves...

[The Kingpin]

"Tell me, Septimus....What of our kind? What has transpired in the past centuries?" inquired Thurduunax. "No one has ever spoken of your expedition. In the last few thousand years, none of our kind has left the mountains. Until my father Arashi. Nobody seems to know, or at least, none will speak of it, but two thousand years ago he left the mountains and roamed Aster and beyond. He came back not long after, apparently far more powerful than he had been when he left. He returned, took my mother, Tanwen of Clan Onokruun and became the head of Clan Khulrud" explained Septimus. Thurduunax' brow curved as he picked up the less than pleased tone with which Septimus spoke. "I take it it's not all good?" he rumbled, Septimus shaking his head. "He doesn't see me as worthy of being his son because I am not as magically gifted as himself, in spite of the fact it's completely logical considering my mother is as adept physically as he is magically. I am the halfway point between them. I am neither extremely adept magically, nor physically. But I am capable of both equally. Not enough for my father, it seems" responded the younger Dragon with a bitter chuckle. "Then your father is a fool" rumbled Thurduunax, Septimus looking up at him with a look that seemed to glow with relief. "You are the first since my mother, and her parents, to say so aloud" he growled. "I am one such Dragon as yourself. And I have had my fair share of achievements in my lifetime. You needn't listen to the foolish presumptions of your father. If he judges purely on magical prowess, his power is ill-deserved. Without wisdom, power is nothing" snarled the Elder as he readjusted his sitting position, making himself comfortable. "I believe the necessity has arisen for me to leave this place and see to my Clan. I cannot allow ignorant fools to drive my kin into oblivion for the sake of their undeserved pride" rumbled Thurduunax finally as he stretched, flexing his limbs, glancing at the Vitorite covered walls and towards the shimmering face of the Mana Well, strange, unnatural creatures flitting back and forth around it. "Follow me, Septimus. It's time I taught you a few lessons that may be vital for your future. Best make use of the Mana Well to speed the process along before we leave" he rumbled as he walked towards the glowing hole in the wall from which the Mana seemed to flow. Septimus eyed it nervously. Walking right into a wall of Mana? Could his body handle that much power? "Do not fear it, Septimus. We are not that close to the Mana Well yet. What you see is simply the light emanating from the Well itself" growled the Elder, seeming to sense the younger Dragon's concern. Septimus followed, albeit hesitantly, as Thurduunax climbed into the hole, disappearing into the bright, blinding light of what Septimus had thought was the surface of the Mana Well, the Exile following after the Elder...

[TyrannoTitan]

"Greetings, little one," the crimson scaled head of the hydra responded with a respectful nod. "No doubt you've made great progress, but true understanding takes much time and effort," Jiier growled in response, though the maned dragon gave the armored being an approving look.

[C S]

"I see," Desrium said as he turned back to Jiier. "Then I have much time to spend and effort to give. Tell me, what is the next lesson?" said the armored being.

[Giratina93]

Mara, grinning to herself, headed off with those under her command, to the north. Her job was done... now ll she had to hope for was master Akuro to finish his...

Akuro, puon helping ot deliver the Krayt, began to sniff the air, hoping to track down anymore, but uwhile he was, his mind was still wrapped around what Smaug had told him, in particular, what Mara was... Just what exactly WAS a Nue?

[The Kingpin]

As Septimus' eyes adjusted to the light, his pupils black dots amidst a sea of cyan encircled in black, he saw a world of immeasurable beauty unfold around him. wherever he looked, the walls were lined in rich, lush plant-life, the likes of which could never be rivalled in Aster's forests and jungles. glowing flowers of unparalleled beauty and colour hung from the leaves of large willow-like trees, tropical bird-like creatures flitting back and forth between their mighty branches, as flocks of larger bird-creatures flew back and forth across the massive chamber, which seemed to go on for miles. Septimus noticed with a smirk that these flocks seemed to be made up of more vibrant versions of the bird wyvern Desrium had brought him earlier that day. birdsong rang out all around him amidst the roar of waterfalls, which seemed to dot the subterranean landscape wherever it could, further feeding the rich foliage, the heavenly orchestra of the surroundings hypnotic. Septimus looked around at the surroundings, noticing that, contrary to what he expected, some of the waterfalls seemed to be falling upwards instead of downwards, heading for the ceiling when it should have been pouring towards the ground, running in their own rivers and streams, forming their own lakes. Interestingly, the ceiling itself had grown it's own host of lush grasses and strange trees, with creatures walking along the surface of the rocky roof of the chamber as it it were the ground. The sheer intensity of magical power focused in this place seemed to be breaking the boundaries of the possible and impossible. Rich clusters of Vitorite covered the walls almost completely here, patches of starlight on the typically black stone encasing it, a cosmos set in stone to be seen by any who dared to delve this far beyond the reaches of the oblivious mortals and their cities.


In the middle of the gargantuan chamber was a globe of rich whitish blue light. At least, that was what it looked like when looked at peripherally. As Septimus' gaze glanced over it, his attention became fixed upon the massive sphere, noting that all the colour in the vicinity of the Mana Well seemed to dissolve into itself, becoming the startling glow of uncolour that he had seen earlier that day, changing the natural colours of everything one's eyes saw around it, in a way inverting them, but not quite, the effect mind-breaking even to contemplate, let alone see. "Do not stare for too long. It robs you of your sight of colour on normal objects" warned Thurduunax as he walked through the chamber, not even glancing back at the younger Dragon, Septimus eyeing him with concern. deciding not to risk glancing a second time, he focused on the Elder. "What is it you wanted to show me?" growled the young Hueilin as he followed, the Elder remaining silent as he descended into a dip in the grassy, yet rocky landscape, the rocky ridges curving around the decline, forming the jagged, Vitorite-clustered walls around a large area between the roots of a gargantuan tree, easily 10 times the height of the largest of Hueilin, and hundreds of times the height of the tallest of men. across from it, in a large crack in the rock face, a waterfall poured from above, scattering against a crag protruding from the cavern's wall and crashing into a large pool that extended into a small stream that pooled in the center of the clearing into which Thurduunax had descended. There, the Elder turned, settling by a dip in the earth where a shimmering blue stream extended from the massive Mana Well, flowing into a small pool extending from the deeper one at the foot of the waterfall. there, on the ground, lay large chunks of Vitorite crystals. Septimus looked around, noting that the side of the tree had runes carved into them, seeming familiar and yet foreign and alien at the same time. "Come close, Septimus. It is time we solved the problems your Clanmates should have rectified years ago" growled Thurduunax, the Elder's eyes shimmering golden white as he reached for one of the large crystals, picking up as it began to dissolve in his palm. Septimus approached, settling down before the elder wyrm, eager to know what would happen next...


as Septimus sat down, golden wisps began to swirl around Thurduunax as the Elder began to murmur in a language Septimus had only heard from the lips of the oldest Hueilin; a language long lost to the sands of time. the Dragon stepped closer to Septimus, the crystal having dissolved into what looked like liquid in his palm, as he brought his other hand to the one holding the liquid ore, the material seeming to reach out to the hand as if it had a life of it's own. the air around the two began to heat up as it swirled, the aura generated by the Elder engulfing them both as the glowing white ore in his hands swirled into a ball levitating in the air, seemingly made up of separate blobs, like an uneven mesh or filigree, the colours of the ore glowing brightly as the white-hot energy in the Elder's palm continued to work on the material. Thurduunax reached a clawed hand forward, setting it on Septimus' head, over the Clan Symbol, which flared brightly to the Elder's touch, Septimus hissing in pain at the burning sensation that flowed across his entire body. It reminded him of what his grandfather had done to give him his runes, the familiar feeling of daggers carving into his flesh lancing through his body. This however, was far more powerful, and engulfed his entire form in the burning pain. And yet, in it's wake was a wave of cold that chilled whatever it touched to the bone, reaching through even the Dragon's insulated hide. Thurduunax's droning voice seemed to pierce the trees and walls around him, the resonance so powerful it felt as if the very earth around him quaked, the light of the massive chamber seeming to fade into all-consuming darkness as the Exile felt consciousness failing him...

[TyrannoTitan]

"The next lesson is patience," Jiier explained calmly. "There is little more I can teach you, as my powers are not yours, nor are yours mine."

[C S]

"Then patience I shall learn" Desrium responded. He looked back to the gargantuan beast standing behind him and asked "Is there a lesson you would like to learn as well, Hissychomp?"

[The Kingpin]

Just as Septimus felt himself losing the last shred of consciousness, he was jerked awake as a lance of pain shot right through his body, starting in his head and tearing down to each of his limbs, the Exile trembling in agony as he felt as if he were being flayed alive, a bellowing roar ringing out that sent the creatures in the trees nearby scattering in panic. The whole time, Thurduunax's droning voice never ceased, in fact sounding more powerful, drowning out everything else Septimus could hear, the drone of his voice washing away everything. In moments, Septimus lost all sensation, his eyes open though they saw nothing, the only thing convincing him he was awake being Thurduunax's ancient incantations, until even that ceased...


"Awaken, Septimus. It is over" rumbled the ancient Dragon as Septimus' eyes parting, met with the familiar greens, greys, blues and blacks of the massive Chamber's walls, the speckled and striped walls shimmering with a glow of endless colour, the Vitorite veins more vibrant than the young Dragon remembered them. As he lifted his head from the ground, he slumped, falling back to the floor almost immediately, his head landing next to his clawed hand. it looked...different somehow. Small orange runes covered his hand, and his talons seemed darker....and longer. what looked like whitish orange cracks showed on the claws, though they seemed to be below the surface, as if his talons had been encased in a leaf-thin layer of glass. it reminded him of marble, interestingly. "Move to the pool, and drink. Your mana reserves were all but expended, hence the weakness you feel" rumbled Thurduunax beside him, Septimus nodding feebly, before dragging himself towards the pool...looking into it as the water settled....and seeing the reflection of a strange yet familiar face within. The Exile's eyes widened as he backed away in shock. "Wh-?!" he started, being immediately cut off by the lancing pain in his parched throat. "Calm yourself, Septimus. Drink. Recover. I will answer all the questions you have for me once you've replenished yourself" growled Thurduunax, the Elder rising to his feet and walking around to sit across from the younger Dragon...

[TyrannoTitan]

Chromatus said nothing, his heads continuing to look around idly. After a few silent moments, Jiier spoke up. "I think he's referring to you, hydra."

At this, all five heads turned to stare down at Desrium. "That is not my name," the emerald head growled, the statement more of a declaration than a correction.

[C S]

"Then what is, Hydra?" Desrium asked, using a term the five headed giant understood rather than its Zuppolandian equivalent.

[The Kingpin]

As Septimus lowered his head to the pool and began to drink, he began to feel the bite of thirst in his throat, which seemed to be clawing it's way down his throat as it was washed away by the shimmering water. The water was cold and soothing, and strangely sweet, the Dragon noting that while it wasn't a new taste, it was stronger than he had ever tasted. "The water is rich in Mana from the Well. It gives it a sweetness you do not find elsewhere. It also helps soothe your body after the Shar'zaad; The rectifying ritual. The ritual drains the body of those it is performed on of mana, leaving them completely voided of magical energy. Your body resorts to using the water in your body, which acts as a natural alternative for Hueilin. It is vastly inadequate, but if not for that, no Hueilin could survive the ritual" explained Thurduunax slowly as Septimus drank, quenching his thirst after what felt like a lake's worth of liquid, a plume of vapour pouring from the Dragon's mouth as he lifted his head, his strength regained, able to stand for the first time since the ordeal began. Everything seemed....smaller. Even Thurduunax, who had towered above him, was not so much bigger now, though still considerably large. he looked over his form. While his overall form was mostly the same, he noted a few differences. For one, his chest and neck no longer flowed smoothly into each other, his chest having expanded notably, reminding him somewhat of some of the older Dragons in his homeland, and to Thurduunax himself. looking down his snout, he noted that his nostrils had grown a pair of sharp points, almost like horns, though made of cartilage and flesh instead of bone. between them, a new nose horn had formed, rising upwards, it's tip black, remnants of the stretched Khulrud clan symbol on his head. His limbs, though still burning with pain lightly, felt lighter and quicker. his tail felt swift, yet somehow bulkier. Swinging it round to look at it, he was taken aback by what he was presented with. He had always envied the older Hueilin for their elaborate tail tips. some were blades, others fins, yet others thick clubs. But what he had at the end of his own whip-like tail seemed almost perfect; the single small webbed fin on the top of his tail had turned into two large shark-like fins, forming a V shape on top of the tail, lined with long, glowing tear-drop patterns. the other two fins, which had once slanted downwards and had basic eye spot patterns, now were much larger, and covered with similar tear-drop patterns, glowing similarly to the two large fins overhanging them the underside of the two large fins was black with bright cyan patterns, whereas the upper side, making up the inside of the V, was a lighter shade of black and grey, with a richer blue shade to the patterns. giving a few experimental swings, Septimus noted how much resistence he got. This would make flight, and swimming, considerably easier. He'd be much faster in the water, and the thoughts of how it'd effect his flight made him shudder with excitement simply thinking about it.


However, as he had tested the tail that he noted something unusual about the rune on his shoulder. looking at it again, he noticed that it was practically encased in rings of new runes. runes that looked startlingly like his father's. looking at Thurduunax questioningly, he was answered with a smile. "There's...only one Dragon I know of with these runes....My father" growled Septimus slowly. "Would you allow me to see?" rumbled Thurduunax, Septimus raising a brow, surprised the Elder asked for permission. nodding, Septimus felt the detached sensation as memories began flashing through his mind, digging up every detail of his father's appearance he had, Thurduunax growling lowly, chuckling as the memories ceased. "They are similar, but not the same" he explained. "The runes he wears are attempts. They succeeded, but are flawed. I was the Master Runecrafter there at the time. The only one who truly knew how to perfect the Old Runes. I believe the one who took my place tried to learn from what little knowledge was available to them. But without a mentor, they could not perfect them. While the runes your father wears are certainly powerful, they are not as well crafted as the ones you wear now" explained Thurduunax, a whisper of pride making it's way into the old Wyrm's expression for a moment, before disappearing beneath the mask of indifference that seemed to be carved in stone in it's stability. "The runes you were given before were well chosen. For a young exile with the weaknesses you had, I could not have made a better choice" commented the Elder, Septimus smiling, feeling for once in his life, pride in his family. "Now. I believe it's time we went and dealt with that fool who's taken charge of my Clan" rumbled the Elder, Septimus nodding with a smile. "I didn't come alone. I'll need to go and make sure he is safe to remain here while we go....that, or bring him along" growled the young Dragon, Thurduunax nodding. "I will meet you above the valley when you are done. Before I leave I must make sure this place can't be disturbed in my absence" growled the Elder. Septimus nodded, moving towards the hole he had noted back in the large chamber earlier, soon finding the spot and sighing, flexing his limbs and stretching as he took a breath, leaping into the water...

[C S]

The merchant, well rested and nourished, stepped out onto the hardwood porch of the pub, taking in the fresh, cool air of the forest town. He looked to the edge of the packed dirt road, where he expected his wagon to be, the horse standing resolute and ready to pull off. Instead what he saw was townsfolk walking along as they would normally, paying him no mind as he stood there dumbfounded. The tracks of his wagon's wheels showed that whoever took it turned his horse around and left the town and did so in such a way that no one was alerted to the fact they were stealing. "Bloody hell!" The merchant exclaimed finally, throwing himself to his knees, fists raised to the heavens. The motion threw back his hood, revealing his face contorted by anger.


Far up the road where he came, the horse trotted along the path at a steady pace, the hooded figure sitting somewhat slumped over, making the large hood droop down like the dead petals of a flower..

[TyrannoTitan]

"Chromatus," the hybrid's green head responded. If anything, his name was all the hydra knew for certain.

[C S]

"Hello Chromatus. I am Desrium" Desrium said, staring up at the emerald colored head. Even with his lack of expressive capability, it was clear Desrium had no fear in the face of the titan.