Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[C S]

Without delay, Desrium shifted his weight so that he was lying flat before pushing off of the ground, getting upright again, backing out of Jiier's reach with his spear at the ready...

[TyrannoTitan]

In one swift and fluent acrobatic move, Jiier was on his feet as well, his staff at the ready. The simian spun the staff skillfully between his hands, turning around and around in a blatant display of skill. Although he was occasionally turned away from the Blood Omen while doing this, he was more then ready to react to an attack.

[C S]

Desrium proceeded to circle Jiier, anticipating his attack and priming himself to counter...

[Murloc Tyrannus]

Icil stepped into the inn, overhearing (more like eavesdropping) the story of this... "Soul Edge." The succubus wanted to hear more.

"Where can I find this Soul Edge?" Icil suddenly asked, her voice seeming less shy than usual. She wanted to know about this sword...

[The Kingpin]

Septimus moved through the forest, ears sharp. He could hear whispers, and more than once he had caught sight of a vaguely humanoid shadow, shimmering eyes watching him momentarily, before disappearing. Radamand was right to warn him. the forest felt hostile, and he was certain he would be intercepted by some creature before his journey to the other camp was complete. Feeling a presence behind him, he drew his sword, twisting around as he fell into a combat stance, his free hand glowing with arcane energy as his eyes glowed in warning, focusing on the attacker, a black, mangy looking leopard leaping from the undergrowth at him. Septimus sidestepped the lunge as he let loose a lance of flames at the creature, the leopard landing on the ground a few feet away with a yelp of pain, snarling as it turned to face him, a burn streak down its flank, which revealed, contrary to his expectation, scales. its tail whipped behind it, a blade tipping the long appendage, as Septimus lunged, the beast doing likewise, the energy around Septimus's hand glowing purple as he swung a hand forward, the beast being stopped in mid-air as Septimus spun, his blade slicing across the beast's neck, beheading it as it fell to the ground, limp, Septimus watching in shock. Looking at the blade, he watched as the blood from the beast pooled along the edge, running down to the floor, dripping off in a steady stream until the blade was once again dry. There was definitely something unusual about the weapon. sheathing it, Septimus continued onwards, already smelling the wood-smoke of what he was certain was the desert elven camp...

[TyrannoTitan]

During one spin, Jiier scraped the end of the staff against the ground, throwing up a cloud of dirt and debris around him. After a few more spins, the simian completely disappeared in the cloud.

[Murloc Tyrannus]

Cyris couldn't stand to be wounded so much. She needed to sleep. The elf weakly jumped into a small tree, her legs barely being able to lift her upwards. She then leaned against the trunk of the plant, falling into a comatose slumber...

[C S]

Once Jiier was out of sight, Desrium went back on the defensive. He extended his senses, paying close attention the sounds, scents and sights around him, glancing about frequently. He especially paid mind to his magical sense, though continued to resist absorbing the energies around him. As far as he was concerned, Jiier was either above or behind him, waiting for the opportunity to hit him with his staff again.

[TyrannoTitan]

A quick thwack was heard from above. A small impact sound was heard as well, before a small rock collided with Desrium's head, coming from the upper left.

[Murloc Tyrannus]

Icil soon started to walk into the inn's tavern slowly, looking around nonchalantly. The succubus then sat upon a chair...

[C S]

Desrium's gaze snapped to the left before he looked up, eyes flaring up and casting off the shadows as he peered up into the branches...

[TyrannoTitan]

A slight rustle was heard from the right, and before the armored being could turn, Jiier was already upon him, his staff raised over his head, which he brought down heavily onto Desrium's helmet with an enormous crack.

[C S]

Desrium stabbed his spear into the ground and locked his arms, stopping his forward fall in an instant. He swung a leg up, a powerful backwards kick into Jiier's abdomen packing enough force behind it to wind the shapeshifter. Throwing his weight backwards, Desrium stood up and raised his spear. A quick spin on his heel resulted in him swinging the rod into the side of Jiier's head, knocking him off his feet.

[TyrannoTitan]

Moving with the momentum, Jiier clenched his teeth and landed on his hand once again, springing off the limb as he landed back on his feet, falling partially back into the cloud of dust. The simian turned away from Desrium suddenly, bringing his staff up in both hands in a blocking motion. A swirl of shadows appeared before him, as a massive clawed limb impacted with the weapon, and, to the horror of Jiier, shattered the staff in two in a bright flash of energy and a shower of splinters. The length of the claws managed to reach the simian's flesh, cutting through the armor with ease. Jiier let out a shout of pain and shock as he ducked to the side to avoid another swipe, bending back to avoid a follow up attack.

The simian lashed out with a leg at the half-visible monstrosity before him, but it disappeared into another cloud of darkness, appearing behind him this time. Jiier ducked down just as another clawed limb jabbed out where his head just was, the simian wrapping his legs around the limb and swinging his upper body up at his attacker. An eyeless, skinless visage greeted him, its large maw grinning in a display of incredibly sharp fangs. Shadows seemed to lift off its head like flames on a torch, and soon the creature disappeared in another cloud of darkness, prompting Jiier to drop to the ground.

[Godzilla Forever]

"... attempted to use the blade's power for his own," the man continued to speak. He paused dramatically and shook his head. "Poor, poor Arcturus... Soul Edge's power was too great for him.... the sword took over his mind, and turned him against Algol. The Hero King was forced to kill his only son in self defense.... and then began his quest to destroy the evil blade. But it was too powerful even for he to permentantly eliminate... so, using a purified shard of the dark blade, he created the Spirit Sword, Soul Calibur, at the cost of his own life."

The storyteller paused once more.

"They say his tomb lies somewhere in this realm... but no one has been able to find it, and no records exist of its location... where it is is only speculation on the part of scholars..." The man took a sip from his cup. Soon, another in the Inn spoke.

"But if this 'Hero King' has been forgotten to history, how do you know of him?'

The man smirked. "I have my ways..."

[C S]

Desrium's eyes lit up incredibly bright at that point, the wisps of crimson from his eyes reaching several feet into the air, pouring out of his blank gaze. This was why going out into the forest alone was not a good idea. He grappled with the idea of giving into his parasitic urge. On one hand, he would gradually weaken the assailing phantom. On the other, he would not have such an option on the battlefield. In doing so, he could absorb energies that would rend him asunder...unless he could control it?

Concentrating, Desrium focused his attention on the shadowy specter and tentatively began to feed again, taking in the spirit's energy alone...

[TyrannoTitan]

A massive clawed limb hoisted Desrium into the air by his waist, the being of shadow forming in front of him, sightless face grinning at him. The beast itself was slightly smaller than Jiier in dragon form, with extremely long front limbs, which ended in massive claws. Its head, neck, and part of its chest was devoid of skin, while the rest of its body, including its tail, was covered in a slimy gray skin. Its head continued to billow shadows as it held Desrium up several feet above the ground, grinning malevolently.

Jiier, oblivious to the peril of his friend, stood over the remains of his staff. The simian's mouth was agape, reaching out with a hand to touch one of the two ends of the staff. Jiier's pupils seemed to disappear as the simian clenched his fists, his form glowing brightly as he reverted back to his true form. Before the light from the transformation faded, the forest exploded into a torrent of golden light, with Jiier at its center...

[C S]

Desrium shifted his focus from weakening the spirit, to strengthening his own form: absorbing the incredible power put forth from his companion. Adding to the blinding gold, Desrium's eyes flashed to cobalt, the field of mana formed around him, the spirit's very essence degrading in its proximity as the Blood Omen held out one open palm. From within, a concentrated blast of mana that lasted only milliseconds shot out, tearing through the spirit's arm, ending its grip on the armored being.

[TyrannoTitan]

The beast disappeared into a cloud of smoke yet again, minimizing the damage, though the smoke that was caught in the blast did not return to it, being vaporized by the beam. Appearing again a few feet to the side, the creature hissed angrily as its side began to ooze a blackened liquid. With an otherworldly howl, Jiier threw himself at his foe as soon as it reappeared, the two colliding in a tangle of limbs, crashing through the forest for several yards. The maned dragon's claws tore through the chest of the shadow beast, which thrashed and shrieked wildly, scoring its own claws along Jiier's shoulder, drawing blood instantly.

The dragon did not seem to care as the energy surrounding him only increased in volume, stabbing at his foe's neck a split second after it reduced itself to shadows once more, appearing on Jiier's side and delivering a vicious bite to his foreleg. Swinging around, Jiier's clawed hand smashed into the beast's head, knocking a few teeth free, before Jiier pounced on it once more with a furious roar, the two rolling deeper into the forest as a result, crushing and destroying trees and smaller plants alike.

[C S]

Desrium took to the air, flying along the path of destruction carved by the rampaging dragon and the shadowing specter. He held the Lance of the Justicar in one hand as he gathered energy in his other, waiting for a clear shot at the spirit. With Jiier's wrath dictating his actions, he questioned how effective he would be in assisting...