Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[The Kingpin]

Andruil understood the gesture, and the silence, looking at Zar for a moment before stating reassuringly, "In that case, I'd best not do anything else. Any solution I have would blind you in one eye for a week at best. I take it it's difficult to fly with only one eye, much less fight". with that, he cleared up his medical equipment, and glanced back at the others. It was time he took care of Furax and himself, then rested. It was too late for them to press on. most of them were exhausted by the last two days, having had only the briefest of rests the previous day, and to press on unrested was suicide...

[Giratina93]

"He is an old friend of mine, and an underling." Akuro asnwered. "Would you take this Krayt back to the castle without me. I need to speak with viral for a little bit. I will catch up to you when I am finished." Indeed, he and Viral had much to discuss....

[Godzilla Forever]

The maksed man bowed.

"It shall be done, my lord."

The Olog-hai managed to catch up with them, and the stalkers commanded they drag it back to Gorgoroth. Now, the stalkers had their long walk ahead of them...

Nitsunobue still kept his vigil, seeming apathetic at the moment, but really he was hiding the pain from the others, for the spot that had been struck by the tongue was getting mroe swollen and stugn worse... like there was movement within it..... waiting to rip itself free under the wyvern's (albeit stubby) nose....

[Hopeflower]

"I would compare it to one of you trying to shoot a bow with only one arm," Zar growled, inclining his head and relaxing a bit. The red dragon stretched his jaws in a massive yawn, baring dagger-like teeth. A small nick from any one of those teeth had the potential to allow the smallest amount of venom to seep into the wound; and often the smallest amount was all it took.

[dinoman666]

The procedure wasn't easy, and it probably took longer than Aviva would have liked, but Tetto eventually, carefully, snapped the last rib into place, magically binding the crack before finally releasing his grip on the bones. The Skink sat back, breathing heavily. "Well then..." he panted, though he was still smiling. "I do believe that solves that problem..."

[The Kingpin]

"I'm not surprised" responded Andruil calmly. "Still, at least you're not the only one with eye trouble" he added with a smile, pointing towards his own slashed brow, the blood of which had dried just enough to prevent it leaking into his eyes. he sat down as he took some of the bandage, dousing it in water and wiping the already-mostly-healed wound clean, fighting the urge to flinch as the wound was reopened, an unwanted but necessary action to prevent infection, which he hoped hadn't already set in. feeling a sting and looking at the roll of cloth, he realised it had. Damned Imps... thought the man. reluctantly, he reached for a bottle amidst the medical supplies. his wound had already healed for the most part thanks to his werewolf blood, but it was still accessible enough to clean. pouring some of the yellow-tinted liquid into a fresh strip of cloth, he rubbed it along the length of the wound, cringing at the sensation. the disinfectant would make sure that the wound stayed clean while it healed, and now there was no dirt to slow it, it would heal fast. "Well. If there's nothing else, I will take my leave of you. Tetto'eko will take care of your wound. Once that's done, we need to rest and prepare for morning. Our journey should be over by mid day tomorrow, provided all goes well" he said to the Zar, before heading off to tend to Furax...

It was a 5 minute job, the wound being barely more than a shallow cut. Andruil cleaned the wound and dipped a bit of liquid from one of his bottles onto the area injured, the liquid acting like a disinfectant, ensuring that it would heal cleanly.and with that, Andruil set up a small camp fire, and lay what remained of his bedroll beside Furax, easing the horse into a laying position. he lay down, relaxing for the first time since he had met Septimus, Tetto'eko and Desrium three nights ago. His remaining injuries were minor. he could tend to them in the morning. He knew he wouldn't be asleep as long as the others, having been trained and honed to a knife edge, easily woken and briefly rested. before the sun rose the following morning, he would be awake...



The following morning saw Andruil up before dawn, awoken by a weight on his chest, his eyes opening to the shimmering yellow eyes of Shiryaz staring at him eye to eye, a little chirp coming from the bird as he cocked his head, feathered horns poking upwards curiously, making him somewhat reminiscent to a cat. the man chuckled lowly as he eyed the bird, shifting. "I'm up, Shiryaz. I'm up" he said as he ran a finger along the hawk's chin, the bird closing his golden eyes for a few minutes, accepting the sentiment for a moment, before leaping off of the man and flying into a nearby tree. stretching, Andruil cringed as he felt a pain in his left flank. putting a hand to the spot, he confirmed that the armour hadn't been penetrated. It didn't feel like anything was broken, but he was fairly sure he had a rather nasty bruise there. Still, at this point it was well on it's way to healing. The man then saw to what few wounds he had left as he waited for dawn....and for his comrades to wake...



Meanwhile, villages settled at the foot of the massive Kirrahara mountains would be treated to a sound that had not been heard in millennia; the echoing roar of an Elder Hueilin. Thurduunax's arms were engulfed in a wave of golden runes as swirls of orange light writhed around them, the Elder growling in an ancient tongue the likes of which was unknown in Aster. reaching forward suddenly, two streaks of gold shot forward, seemingly colliding with the cloud and disappearing, as what looked like orange arcs of electricity tore across the surface of the cloud. Septimus watched in awe as the cloud seemed to dissipate, though it was only to his eyes. any other onlooker would see no change. Thurduunax charged forward through the cloud, disappearing as well, Septimus following close behind, the two Dragons fading from sight as the cloud engulfed them both...


Behind the barrier, the two golden bolts continued to tear through the sky, writhing and swirling around eachother, taking on the form of Dragons as they flew through the mist. Septimus felt a wave of nostalgia and excitement wash over him as he realised he was finally home...


the booming roar of Thurduunax tore through the pristine valley within which the Hueilin lived, the thick rainforest below abuzz with activity at the strange voice that most of them had never before heard. Deep within one of the caves near the forest floor, an ageing Dragon stared out in shock, rising to her feet just as light filled the sky over the valley, the two golden Dragon-shaped streaks of energy writhing and winding as they left a trail in their wake, drawing an image over the valley that eventually formed the Khulrud clan symbol. Immediately, a swarm of dark grey and black Dragons leapt from caves in the walls of the volcanic crater-turned valley, flying towards one of the high peaks that formed the jagged outline of the crater; the age old meeting place of Clan Khulrud. Not far behind them however, was a white Dragon, cast a brilliant gold in the first rays of sunlight to pierce the valley...

"It has been a long time since I have been home...A wonderful feeling to be back, isn't it?" rumbled Thurduunax as he descended through the clouds towards the peaks of the valley, Septimus smiling at the rich blends of light that streaked across the sky and ground all over the valley; the glowing patterns and runes of hundreds of Hueilin, as well as the countless other creatures that shared this place with them. "Very" rumbled the young Dragon, his breath taken at the beauty of the place, which he had only seen in his dreams for over a year. At last...he was seeing it with his eyes and not his mind...

Hundreds of Dragons assembled upon the peak, the eldest and most prominent standing upon the flattened stone platform at it's summit, others clinging to the rocky edges around it, the most subordinate of them continuing to circle overhead as the sight of the two shimmering Dragons in the distance caught their attention. "Who could it be?" growled one Dragon, a lithe female elder of the Clan, her slender, sleek form denoting a magical nature. "I don't know...But we'll soon find out. I felt the Barrier change. The knowledge of it's nature was lost with the death of Oskrom half a century ago. The remaining Elders don't know how, so whoever this is, it's either managed to crack the enchantment or..." responded an older, stockily built male, his shimmering gaze shifting to the white scaled Dragoness that landed amidst the others circling the stone platform, a rumbling snarl in his throat as he eyed her. "She doesn't know when to quit" hissed the male lowly. "Krognar, it isn't her fault. You know that" hissed the female as she eyed the male, who grunted. "If it isn't her fault Anara, tell me why she cannot look any of the Clan in the eyes" hissed Krognar venomously, Anara falling silent, not knowing the answer. glancing across at the female, Anara saw the mixed responses with which the female in question, Tanwen of Clan Onokruun, was received. Her status as Arashi's mate made her the centre of much bitterness within the Clans. Many of Clan Khulrud saw her as part of the reason for Arashi's madness, and the subsequent fall from favour that the Clan suffered when his plans had been uncovered. Anara however, knew differently, as did a number of the Clan. But they were outnumbered by those that disliked her. Deciding not to let the white scaled female face it alone, Anara left Krognar's side, disappearing amidst the crowd of curious Dragons and approaching her. "Tanwen?" growled the female as she approached, the shimmering golden eyes of the white Dragoness shifting towards her. "Anara..." she murmured lowly, keeping her tone down while amidst so many of the Clan. "What do you make of this?" inquired the dark-scaled female as she came to Tanwen's side. "I honestly don't know....Arashi never mentioned knowing the enchantments of the Cloud Barrier....but then there are many things he never mentioned" she growled lowly. "Sentries are saying there are two" growled Anara, Tanwen lighting up at the words. "Two? But who-" she started, being cut off by a Dragon to her left, a few feet away. "If that fool Arashi's come back I'll gut him myself. Him and whoever he's brought with him". Tanwen lowered her head in concern, Anara nudging her gently as she saw the female's hopeless behaviour. "Hey....Tanwen. Cheer up. You were supposed to be the bouncy cheerful optimistic one. If you start drooping what's left for me and Sahira?" growled Anara jokingly, Tanwen smiling gently as she eyed her old friend. "I'm sure whatever it is will be good. Call it instinct"

[Hopeflower]

You're awake I see, Arsenic's slightly tired mental voice murmured to Andruil. The red-haired elf was standing at the very edge of the lake, gazing out over the still waters with calm honey-gold eyes. The expression masked his inner turmoil well; he'd woken up some time ago, tormented by nightmares and the faces of dead friends crying out to him for help. Disturbed and needing to pay attention to something other than his own thoughts, he'd put himself on guard, his mind cast as far out from the group as he dared let it reach. It was just as well; he was so deep in thought that if he hadn't let his senses expand, he would never notice that trouble was coming before it was on top of him. All seemed calm at the moment, however; all he could sense were the sleeping minds of his companions and the dreaming small animals nearby.

[C S]

Submerged and surrounded by the gem encrusted vines, Desrium remained at the bottom of the pool, bathed in the light from the glimmering jewels. This far in the bowels of the cave they were the closest things to stars Desrium had in his mental realm; but their brightness made them a never ending sun in the flooded chamber.


Within his reformed dreamscape, the towering plants undulated and swayed in a slow, almost rhythmic motion. They surrounded the armored being, who regained his inner peace and balance.

[TyrannoTitan]

Jiier awoke with a start, the dragon coughing violently with eyes still closed. After he calmed himself, the beast observed his surroundings through partially opened eyes, noticing that it was now just about day.

[C S]

The dragon's fit echoed in the cavern, the sound dulled when it reached Desrium. In response, the armored being raised himself from the depths of the pool, approaching the surface at a steady rate. Shortly after, ripples spread out from the center of the basin and soon after the armored being left the water. He came to a hover a few feet above it, droplets of water suspended around him though the armored being himself was completely dry...

[The Kingpin]

"Indeed. How's your leg?" said Andruil as he glanced over to Arsenic. By this point, the torn muscle should be healed, leaving only a minor ache in it's wake. Still, it was best to find out...


as Thurduunax descended out of the clouds, runes flashed across his form, the ever-present ones on his torso accompanied by hundreds of other smaller ones, the Dragon's body almost flashing orange for a few minutes before reverting to his normal black and orange colours. the Dragons below rumbled with a blend of growls and snarls, some seeing him as a threat, others not knowing what to think. Septimus descended close behind, letting out his own roar as he swooped down after the Elder, the two closing in on the peak.


"Is that.....Septimus?" growled Anara with wide eyes as she saw the smaller of the two Dragons, the youngster recognisable, but drastically different to how she remembered him. More runes decorated his hide now, and he looked considerably larger than she remembered. "Yes....It's him" growled Tanwen, smiling as she began pushing her way through the Dragons around her, heading towards the centre. Only a few paid Septimus any mind, those being the ones who were still on Tanwen's side, the majority staring at the colossal behemoth flying alongside him, the Elder Dragon beating his wings powerfully as he kicked up a powerful gust all around them, blowing the freshly fallen snow off the peak as he descended, the black Dragon's shimmering runes flaring, his glowing battle-scars and grizzled appearance unnerving to even the bravest there, every Dragon in attendance stepping a few feet back as Thurduunax's gargantuan wings beat powerfully, the Elder hitting the ground with an earth-shaking thump, sighing as a plume of flames and smoke billowed from the Elder's nostrils as he craned his neck, rising to his full height as he looked down at the vastly smaller Dragons around him. Septimus swooped down, landing at speed, hitting the ground at a slow run, folding his wings as he stopped, looking around at the Dragons eyeing both him and his mentor sceptically. "Tanwen of Clan Onokruun. Step forward" rumbled Thurduunax, a wave of hissing being heard as Tanwen walked through the group, a booming roar from the Elder silencing it instantly, a jet of flame exploding from the Elder's jaws into the sky above, white flames that lit up the mountain like a beacon before they were extinguished. Thurduunax looked down at Septimus, nodding, the younger Dragon walking towards the White Dragoness carefully, showing as much restraint as he could muster to keep from losing his composure, be it at the sight of his mother, or the sight of how they reacted to her. As he reached her, Septimus nuzzled up against her, Tanwen's joy so strong it seemed to dissolve even the tension in the air around her. "Septimus....son....I feared I'd never see you again" growled the female softly, Septimus laughing lightly. "It'll take more than exile to kill me" he said, the two chuckling, too consumed in their happiness to care about what surrounded them, though Thurduunax saw to it that they wouldn't have to...

"Who are you? How did you get here?" growled Krognar, the large male stepping forward, his worn scales showing signs of respectable age, though still young in Thurduunax's eyes. the male carries the webbed fin shared among several clans, but two traits stood out. His nose horn was considerably longer than normal, and he had five digit wings with only three digits linked by the wing membrane, similar to the Elder's. "Aaaahh...A son of Clan Khulruud and Khelisaad. Tell me....Do you know their past well?" rumbled Thurduunax calmly, completely ignoring the question. "I do not see how that concer-" started Krognar, only to be silenced as Thurduunax growled, the Elder's voice seeming to shake his very bones as the question was repeated. "DO. YOU. KNOW?". "Yes....I do" responded Krognar, his façade of indifference collapsing under the Older Dragon's fiery gaze. "Good......then tell me. What was said of the disappearance of Thurduunax and Arturax thirteen millennia ago? and of their comrade from Clan Burkaan, Vuradviig?" growled Thurduunax calmly. murmurs seemed to explode amidst the Dragons out of Thurduunax's sight. "They were lost. Disappeared. Some said they deserted their duty as Gatekeepers of Drakhunmiir" growled Krognar, daring not to try and lie to the Elder. Thurduunax's booming laugh was chilling. "That is the role they chose to remember us by? Gatekeepers? I PITY your ignorance, whelp. You follow those you look up to unquestioningly, never wondering if all you were told is true. I shall be sure to rectify the mistakes made in my absence" snarled Thurduunax as his runes lit up. "I....am Thurduunax of Clan Khulruud. And I stand as a testament to our mission.....and their fates"...

[Godzilla Forever]

A groaning mumble broke free from between Nitsunobue's jaws, as the twin horned wyvern woke in the same spot he had been earlier. The creature rose to his feet, as he watched the others converse amongst themselves. The beast shook his body about, probably out of habit due to his old stomping grounds and how dirty they were, and walked over to the elves....

The thralls of Burzum awoke early in the morning, already hard at work far before the sun had even risen. The cracking of whips was audible in the fortress even through the rest of the tumult, orcs hard at work mining precious ore for the creation of new materials, while some other orcs were smelting the ores for the creation of weapons, armor, and even replacement sections of the thick, metal walls that surrounded Gorgoroth and made up its massive central keep. The captains kept a tight vigil over the workers, ignoring the pleas of exhaustion. Lord Burzum said work was a necessity, for the demon beast could return at any time. They would need to be ready. The fellbeasts had armor crafted for them, as did the captured Krats and the recruited brutes of the southern wastelands. Plates of metal were made to create Bardhvadok's heavy armor, as red banners with an black eye emblazened upon it were made with dyes and cloth found in the mountains or traded with the chaos dwarves. Gorgoroth was in an industrial frenzy, all under Burzum's command. Brutes waited their time in the barracks, the Stalkers training them in the arts of archery and swordfighting. There was not a second being wasted, and that was Burzum wanted: efficiency. As Burzum watched over his kin, the main gate swung open slowly. Marching in upon his metal clad horse was the form of Sharavuras. The Castellan looked dispelased. Burzum approached him immediately.

"What odes you, my commander?" Burzum inquired.

"My lord, while I have not many, I have gathered a few companies of sellswords, here to fight for your legions." Sharavuras stepped aside, showing about 3 battalions of battle-ready mercenaries coming up and heading towards the barracks. Burzum nodded, satisfied.

"Well done, Sharavuras. You are free for now."

The Castellan nodded and headed towards the stables to give Thundarong (his steed) a well-deserved rest....

Draxon awoke early, the thoughts of carnage still fresh in the minds. But, the city was slowly recoverign and thinknig about other things. Merchants sold their usual wears, blacksmiths worked, soldiers trained hard, and the royal guards kept a sharp eye on everyone in the kingdom as best they could. Draco was out of a walk, trying to forget about the fiasco of yesterday, and the horrors of both Deka, and the monstrosity that entered his city....

[Giratina93]

At this time, Akuro's single eye opened up, the Kitsune raising up his head as he yawned. True enough, he had talked with Viral, and a plan had formed in his mind. Once he had gotten back to the castle of Burzum, he had sent Viral off to fulfill stage 1 of the plan he had thought up of... and now, stage 2 was about to be put into action. Today, the city of Tristan would befall a most terrible tragedy, one that would serve to make Akuro stronger...

Off in the castle of Tristain, Trajan's eyes peered out from where he was, circles having formed around thm. All last night, he had been preparing himself for another attack from those... things, preparing to defend himself at his own accord, should the mage have failed.

But, there had been no attack.

The emperor breathed a sigh of relief. for some reason, the creatures hadn't attacked tonight, which was a blessing he and the rest of Tristan needed. After the horrors of the first attack, he didn't want a repeat of that, so he had prayed that they would be spared.

And apparently, the Lord has heard his prayers. But today, was the day. The day that Dione was to be executed. Here, Trajan's eyebrows wrinkled. He had tried to think of a way to spare her, but there was nothing he could do. There was no evidence pointing in anyone else, and the church officials would have his head if he tried. As much as he hated it, he was going to have to go on with it. In three hours, it would begin...

Meanwhile, out back, in the cattle pastures, a certain 8-headed serpent slithered through the bushes, and bashed right through the gate that seperated the catacombs beneath the city from the outside world...

[dinoman666]

Noticeably, the throbbing pain in Nitsunobue's side had apparently faded overnight, the wound itself somehow opening, though it was only about as painful as a simple gash in his side. Unpleasant, but bearable...

Tetto'eko was also at the edge of the lake, meditating once more, trying to recuperate as much as possible before their journey resumed...

Somewhere, amongst the citizens of Tristan, a robed figure walked, his snaggletoothed smile, and yellow-red eyes, hidden under a dark brown cowl as he prepared his first real trick of the century...

[Hopeflower]

'Much better, thanks,' Arsenic replied, shifting his weight onto one leg. He'd been standing for some time, too restless to stay beside Vix, where he'd fallen asleep. 'Your potion certainly did the trick.' The mute elf reached up to gently scratch at the old scar on his throat. 'Wish I'd had some of that when I got this.'

[TyrannoTitan]

Jiier took note of Desrium's presence without averting his gaze from the mouth of the cave. Despite his rest throughout the night, the dragon was still exhausted, and this fact was made obvious by his sluggish movements and blank stare.

"My lord, there is someone here to see you," a goblin said, jarring the Trade Prince, who was seated on his throne in a daze. "And how is that, guardsman? I distinctly remember barring all passage in and out of the city. Is this an admission of failure?" Bolthammer replied menacingly, slowly turning to face the guard as he spoke. "N-no, sir. We don't know how she got in. But she demands an audience," the guard stammered, taking a step back. As always, standing beside the Trade Prince's throne was the immobile form of Lucifron, barely illuminated by the torches that lined the walls. Bolthammer, in response, stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting. Normally I would have both of you gutted, but I'm intrigued. She may enter," the Trade Prince declared with a dismissive wave of his hand. After numerous thank yous from the guard, the doors to the throne room were slowly opened as a robed figure, accompanied by two of the Prince's royal guard, entered. Bolthammer put little concern in security, however, with the shadow of the ancient sentinel looming over him.

"Your reason for being here best be good, lass. You have violated the express orders of a sovereign nation. I could have you executed for trespassing and thrown into the gutter," Bolthammer began, almost taking pleasure in what he said. The robed figure stopped a few feet in front of the Trade Prince, and showed no sign of any emotion, fear or otherwise, much to Bolthammer's disappointment. "I bring tidings of doom. Doom for all creatures. Your clients, your precious wealth, and even yourselves," the figure explained, its voice notably feminine, though age and weakness was evident in its tone. Bolthammer's expression changed from exaggerated anger to intrigued. "Bold words," the Trade Prince said simply. "Though you are not the first to speak them. Remember those gutters I mentioned? That's where the last batch of doom bringers ended up."

"There is nothing I can do or say to prove my words. If you are patient, however, the truth will be shown to you. Before the sun rises to the height of the sky, you will be visited by a being beyond anything you can imagine. No orders of seclusion will keep it at bay. It is best you hold your tongue in its presence, goblin, if you intend to survive the encounter," the old woman explained, continuing before the Trade Prince could retort. "The little you know when you encounter it, the better your odds are for survival. I will explain more once you understand how close Aster is to destruction." Without waiting for a reply, the robed figure transformed before their eyes, shrinking down, robe and all, into the form of a raven. Before the guards could react, the bird flew through one of the palace windows, out into the city proper, leaving Bolthammer alone in silence...

[Godzilla Forever]

Nitsunobue shook off the pain from the wound, too proud to let himself show weakness to his allies. He considered going to Tetto'eko and have him examine the wound- he was sure the elves had no care either way for his well being, despite him caring for theirs- but he ignored that thought for now. The pain was tolerable... there was no point in checking it unelss it got worse....

Little did he know....

[C S]

Desrium drifted over to the shape-shifter's side, slowing until he came to a stop just a few feet away off to his left. He then turned himself to look at the dragon, the stretched out bubbles of liquid floating around him with a few stray droplets straying behind the larger concentrations. It was impossible to tell what the armored being was thinking, even if the dragon had the energy to think about such a thing.

[Giratina93]

Once more, Guame was waking himself up high above the streets of Tristan, the Beastman yawned, before he looked around. All last night, he had been patrolling the city with Djinn, while keeping an eye on the demon exterminator that had showed up. To his purprise, not a single one of the creatures had showed up, but even then, he still only had a few hours of sleep, which he was used to by now...

But that was beside the point. In a few hours, Dione's execution would begin, and Guame hated to see that happen. Even if he had to blast some sense into Trajan's thick skull, which thinking about did bring back some fond memories of back when Trajan had been a child and Guame had to knock some sense into him back then, he would do anything to stop it... For now though, he could only watch, with a sleepy Djinn beside him...

" Those demons you mentioned didn't come tonight." A voice called out from Trajan's door. The emperor sat up in bed, and looked to see Byakuren standing in the doorway, the mage's sword twirling in her hands. This nearly gave Trajan a heart attack, his eyes widening in terror. Who had given her permission to come to his room, and why was she twirlnig that sword of hers around?

"I could figure that much out..." The young emperor shot back, as he got out of bed. He had slept in his daily attire, which brought a sigh from Byakuren. "I honestly thought they were going to attack last night, but atleast this is a welcome blessing." Now, his voice was becoming more calm and rather casual to the mage as his pride tried to keep itself intact. "Your welcome to stay here as long as you like, miss Byakuren."

" Thank you for the offer." The mage replied, then walked on down the stairs. leaving behind the emperor to think...

Down in the catacombs, next to the entrance that led into the arena, a lonely figure was sitting all by herself, her clothes covered in dust, and her body next to a collosial shed skin...

[TyrannoTitan]

"What...happened...Desrium," Jiier breathed, laying his chin back onto the floor, one reptilian eye staring at the Blood Omen, bloodshot and tired.