Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[TyrannoTitan]

As Desrium became aware of his inner thoughts, another armored figure was seated opposite to the Blood Omen in his mind's eye, meditating in a way Desrium had used before. The chaos that erupted in the Blood Omen's mind was seemingly much easier to quell, in part due to the presence that was before him.

[C S]

The armored being stood atop a sheet of bright white light that was a deep blue at its outer fringes, the glow of the platform rippling across his metal shell as if he were standing over water with the brilliant sun reflected off of every square inch of the surface. Draped over him were isolated pieces of his memories, portrayed as tears and rips in a blank red canvas that enclosed him in a sphere. The memory fragments were immensely numerous, some large and surrounded by clusters of other, tiny fragments and they all surrounded him. They were all animated portraits, each one of an event that replayed over and over around him at random, out of synch.

Noticing that the effort it took to manifest himself within his own mind was much less than he expected, Desrium directed his sights to his 'guest' of sorts. "Hello" he said to the meditating entity.

[TyrannoTitan]

"Greetings," said the armored entity, a dull light emanating from its orange-gold form. It appeared to be a sentient suit of very large, decorative combat armor, with two small protrusions coming off from its back, like the base of a set of wings. Indeed, coming from these protrusions were golden tendrils of energy with light stretched between them, forming a set of golden celestial wings. Only darkness could be seen within its helmet and other open areas of its armor, where substance of some kind would normally be seen.

[C S]

"You come at a strange time" Desrium continued to say, gesturing to the enigmatic projections all around the two, a few of which rearranged themselves, drifting and slithering together and bonding into larger, more cohesive representations. While slow to start, the process quickly gained speed; the tiniest fragments clumping up into progressively larger ones, which then drifted towards others in some ethereal form of accretion...

[TyrannoTitan]

"I was here for quite some time. You merely did not notice," the armored being responded simply, maintaining its meditative posture as its ethereal wings swayed in some impossible breeze.

[C S]

"I see. I am sorry to keep you waiting then" Desrium replied, lowering himself to the blanket of energy and assuming his own meditative stance. "What is the nature of your presence here, if I may ask?"

[TyrannoTitan]

"I am merely...here," the being responded, the careful choice of its words audible in its tone. It did not elaborate.

[C S]

"I can see that" Desrium replied, nodding.

[TyrannoTitan]

The being shifted slightly, its wings swaying more as it aided Desrium in whatever he attempted to further in his own mind. It seemed quite at peace in its unnatural surroundings. There was a strange sense of kinship between it and the Blood Omen.

[C S]

As the ethereal collections of the armored being's memories neared each other, their jagged and tattered edges smoothed and interlaced with each other. With the other entity's assistance, the process moved unimaginably fast. Like a boulder gaining momentum as it tumbled down a slope, the images were swept up into a swirl, colliding and combining, casting a glow down from above. What once was divided was on the cusp of becoming a whole, a life time of centuries mended in minutes

"I thank you" Desrium stated, his true understanding of himself only moments away.

[TyrannoTitan]

"It is my duty to aid you as best I can," the entity replied with a short nod.

[C S]

"Why is that?" Desrium asked, the overcast of light a blinding white now...

[TyrannoTitan]

"You are the new wielder of the Lance," the entity stated simply, once again not intent on elaborating further.

[C S]

"I was told it was a spear" Desrium stated, the light subsiding and then fading. The crimson sphere dissolved, and the normal 'sky' appeared over head, the pages of Septimus' book sprawled across the energetic expanse overhead...

[TyrannoTitan]

"It is," the entity stated with a nod. "But it is called the 'Lance of the Justicar', in my order, where it originated."

[C S]

"I see" Desrium responded. "Then what happened to you and your peers? Why was the Lance locked in the chamber of this temple?" he asked soon after.

[TyrannoTitan]

"The Lance was given as a gift to this land by my people, after the tragedy it had endured," the entity explained, its voice remaining as neutral as Desrium's. "I was its last wielder, in my homeland. I was slain in battle, and the Lance was given away before another wielder could be found," it continued. "Until now."

[C S]

"I am sorry for your loss...of life. But you are speaking to me by some means, so you are not gone. Not fully" Desrium said in response.

[TyrannoTitan]

"Indeed. Part of me lives on in the Lance, as does part of its other former wielders," the entity responded, a long line of similar beings appearing on either side of him for an instant before they disappeared.

[C S]

"Will I share the same fate should I fall as well?" Desrium inquired, eying his fellow warrior...