Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[TyrannoTitan]

The eyes shifted back to Zazikel as Arashi left, the shadows that surrounded the archdemon preventing any sights or, even more strange, any sounds, from reaching the ground. "My assessment of this continent is complete. I have matters to attend to, and I am done wasting time among mortals," the voice explained, more calmly than its previous speech. "Your time is now. Submit to my will, and become greater than these insects can comprehend. Submit to my will, and know that all that you do, all that you think, all that you breathe is in my name. You obey me and me alone."

[dinoman666]

Zazikel narrowed his eyes. He wasn't particularly concerned about being bent to the will of a greater power. These things always tended to work out in the end. And besides, if he was somehow destroyed, it would be his body that would permanently killed. He could return back to the Demonis plane. At least, he hoped that would be the case. The Archdemon finally gave a single nod, waiting patiently for his new power...

[TyrannoTitan]

A tendril formed out of the shadows that surrounded the archdemon, wrapping swiftly around his head and neck. Suddenly, Zazikel became as ridged as a board, as if struck by lightning, his head thrown upward, his eyes rolling back. The archdemon's vision went blank, as if blind. In the darkness, his new master's furious gaze appeared, invading Zazikel's very mind.

"You are mine now..."

The voice rang out in the archdemon's mind, as if it were his own thoughts. A mental connection between the two was made for only a split second. The archdemon could see the true, unfathomable depths of the being's power, and the indescribable age of its existence. Nothing else could be understood; even to an immortal, it was impossible to comprehend. Zazikel's power swelled to nearly three times what it once was, but even that was merely a flicker in the dark compared to that of the being whom he now served. And although the experience must have felt like days, it was over only a moment after it began...

[dinoman666]

Zazikel nearly fell from the sky before he managed to recover, though a few powerful flaps of his wings brought him back to the proper height. The Archdemon shook his head, shaking off the disorientation. "Well... I believe that worked..." Zazikel rumbled, his voice far more menacing and visceral as a reflection of his power increase. The Demon extended a clawed limb, feeling the raw power coursing through him as the claw glowed with purplish negative energy, shining like a beacon in the oppressive darkness...

[TyrannoTitan]

"Of course it worked," the voice hissed, irritated once more. "You must now work in my stead. Abandon your past ambitions. Your duty now is to make sure none of these vermin interfere with my plans," it continued, the shadows beginning to recede. "You are an extension of my will. Fail me, and suffer a fate far worse than this continent will endure when I succeed."

And with that, the eyes dissolved and the shadows shot off like a bolt of lightning, away from the city...

[dinoman666]

Zazikel looked back down at Freyr-Lunge, hissing quietly, "Easy enough..." With that, he swooped back down towards the city, transforming back into his shadowy alternate form as he got closer...

[The Kingpin]

Arashi meanwhile, in the distance, was tuned in to the energy flow in the area. feeling the sudden surge in the Archdemon's power, he chuckled. Impressive he thought. Pity the fool no longer has free will. I would not be surprised if he soon began to loathe his new 'gift'. He was fairly sure whatever this being had in store for Aster would soon unfold. What exactly that was, however, he was interested in seeing for himself...though from a distance. His reasons for being here no longer an option, the Stormweaver left the city behind him, mulling over his next move...


Septimus nodded. He had never heard of Soel. It made sense he would not have heard of it. He was very much intrigued however. "Possible. Perhaps a demon....or even a deity, considering the statue. Anyway, what happened next?" growled Septimus...


Andruil continued to ascend, the Hippogriff yearning to fly higher, eager to feel the wind at his back after being stabled and confined to the air around the Dwarven City for the last couple of months. his ascent was kept in check however, as Andruil kept a firm grip on the reigns, pulling whenever he felt the Hippogriff was moving too fast. There was a reason for the ascent though. He knew from experience that after a certain distance, the nerves one felt when at high altitude disappeared. he could remember it vividly from his own first ride on a gryphon. Additionally, being at higher altitudes meant he had a larger margin for recovery should something happen...

[Pyronychus]

"Safe journey to yeh sir!" Henric gave Andruil a wave of thanks as he took off, finally letting go of Myrn's reigns as he glanced at Tetto'eko and Sulrana. "They've all been trained teh respond in much the same way as horses do. Jus' don't turn her too sharply when yer up there or she migh' think yeh want teh do a roll," he added with a slight smile as a last bit of advice. Sulrana turned to look up at Thalion and made a low, excited chittering warble that was unlike any sound one would normally expect from such a large creature...

[C S]

"We reported the Doomfang's leaving to the guard of Vanguard and we set off to Daaven, where we found you. We can only hope that their naval capability will recover fast enough that they will be of aid to us" Desrium replied

[dinoman666]

"Come, Sulrana," Tetto'eko announced cheerfully. "We've got some friends to catch up with!" With a swift kick, Tetto urged the creature into the air, ascending rapidly after Andruil and Vix...

[Pyronychus]

Sulrana obliged willingly, accelerating quickly after the hippogriff she seemed to see as the flock leader. "Go on Myrn. Git up there with 'em!" said Henric, aiming a light swat at the gryphon's striped hind leg. She didn't need to be told twice. With a few bounding lopes, she unfurled her pointed black wings and lifted off, skimming the dirt road for a moment to pick up extra speed before pulling up sharply and arcing off after the others, climbing at a slightly steeper angle than Sulrana, who watched as the black and white gryphon surpassed her in altitude. Though she was not commanded to, Sulrana steepened her own climb to match Myrn...

[Godzilla Forever]

The city of Draxon was unaware of Zazikel's presence, but Draco was wondering where the Archdemon had gone....

[The Kingpin]

"I see......What of this unicorn you mentioned? Why was it there? what did it say? how did it speak to you?" inquired Septimus, more than a bit curious about the other angles of this odd and potentially fate-changing 'mission' he had become involved in...

[dinoman666]

Tetto'eko squinted his eyes as the ascent steepened, but he didn't particularly mind. As long as they didn't get too high, the Skink would be fine...

Zazikel slipped back down to his usual "lair" to study the amulet, using his newfound power to try and probe deeper into its inner workings. For now, he had his own agenda to take care of...

[C S]

"Jiier and I were visited by the entity after you departed for your home. The encounter must have affected him somewhat and his power was unleashed. That in turn affected myself, and as I tried to maintain control the unicorn appeared and rectified the situation, if only for a moment. She told me what would happen to Aster if the entity was not opposed, and to share the knowledge as far as I can. Jiier and I have been doing just that" Desrium explained. Indeed, if there was one thing the armored being had a talent for, it was summary.

[The Kingpin]

"So she just...appeared to you? just like that? materialised in the cave?" inquired Septimus curiously. This was far outside any kind of Unicorn behaviour or ability he had ever heard or read of...

[C S]

"In my head" Desrium corrected. "When it was over I was flung into the cave, at which point Jiier's crisis ended"

[The Kingpin]

"What about your sword? What happened to it?" inquired Septimus curiously, having been surprised by the weapon's absence considering how viciously protective of it Desrium had been when the Dragon had temporarily removed it from his possession previously...

[C S]

"Taken after I refused the shadow-being's offer to join him. I would not abandon my friends for the power he promised; my sword is a minimal price to pay and saving this land is a small task if it means preserving your lives" replied the armored being. As the rocky spires fell off behind the trio, it was clear how drastically different the land ahead was on the other side of the barrier. The forest at its base might as well have been a jungle on par with Jiier's own, giant trees thriving off of the enriched melt waters flowing down the mountains in torrents. Beyond the lush vegetation however was sand...a huge expanse interrupted only by dunes and massive clouds of dust...

[The Kingpin]

"I'm touched" growled Septimus sincerely, knowing how attached Desrium was to his blade. below, the forest thinned out gradually, as the pools of water formed by the run off of the mountain snows gradually became less frequent, the green giving way to the yellow of dying grasses, which soon gave way to the golden brown of desert sands. the faintest traces of small blades of grass and dry, leafless bushes could be seen dotting the rough ground, as in the distance, even those small traces of life disappeared, giving way to rolling, rippling dunes and sandy wisps that would blind and disorientate travellers on the ground. This was the beginning of the Daemon's Labyrinth...a vast sea of ever-changing dunes, a place that defied detailed mapping, and swallowed up expeditions of men, elves and dwarves mercilessly. It was said that just beneath the surface of the lowest dips of the dunes, one could find the skeletons of hundreds, if not thousands of former travellers, whose bones served to feed the few dry bushes and even fewer animals that patrolled this relentless death trap. few groups were known to be capable of traversing this hostile land and survive. One such group was the Abirus-Sahari, or Desert-walkers, a nomadic tribe of humans known for their trade in desert beasts and their pelts, in rare venoms unknown beyond the desert's borders and of strange fabrics with unnatural effects on the wearers. Another tribe was the Hukkamil-Birran, a rare breed of elves, mythical in their rarity, and legendary in their hardiness. They were known for their dark skin and light hair, their military expertise and tracking talents, their skill with a sword...and their fiery tempers. They were said to live as long as 2000 years, and were often said to be beings of unnatural wisdom, thus earning them the name; Rulers of the Desert. These were legends Septimus was eager to see in person...