Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[TyrannoTitan]

Before the metal being's feet could touch the ground, a massive clawed limb smashed into his side, gouging his armor and sending him crashing into a group of mutated soldiers. The attacker responsible was no where to be found, but before the Blood Omen's eyes, the mutants around him disappeared, being wrenched into the darkness by forces unseen...

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Zazikel's tendrils whipped out at the incoming attack, dissipating the energy like it was nothing more than a cold mist. The Archdemon continued to power forward, making a beeline for Tzeentch as she retreated...

Discord slumped in mid-air, as if sitting on an invisible chair. After realizing that yapping away did no good, and neither did wandering around, he had decided to do the one thing he rarely did: sit still and think. Naturally, his train of thought a jumbled mess at the moment, but he did begin to realize that, in a way, Eredar had bested him. And he indeed had a point. Back home, he would have endless entertainment to keep himself happy, but here? He was weaker, and he couldn't just traipse around spreading chaos with ease and without consequence. The rules had changed, and he was having a hard time adapting. He had no--what was it the locals called them? Friends?--no friends, no companions of any sort. Even the fellows of Tristan were mere playthings to him, just like everyone. Everyone was fair game, and while it was certainly entertaining, it didn't exactly make him popular. Of course, he didn't need companionship when he had chaos, but here? In this dark, mind-numbingly boring illusion? If he didn't know any better, he'd think that Eredar just didn't have a decent imagination. Discord frowned, falling forward on his face and groaning into nothingness. This wasn't fun. No, not fun at all...

[C S]

The Blood Omen skidded across the deadened land, bands of red energy wrapped around bright white light visible where the claws sheered his armor. This light seeped out of the gash before arcing inwards as if vying for freedom but constrained by some invisible force, the scarlet energies dancing and sparking at the edges of the wound. Without any means of retaliating, the armored being did the only thing he could and ran from the encroaching darkness, leaping over the deceased and debris of siege engines alike...

[TyrannoTitan]

As the Blood Omen lept over the shattered remains of a catapult, two massive clawed hands emerged from the dark to his side, an eyeless head grinning evilly between them as the large blade-like fingers were aimed at his head and chest. A third shape exploded out of the darkness with an ear-splitting roar, wreathed in shadowy energy, before smashing into the head and neck of the creature from an angle, the two crashing into the ground near the Blood Omen. Horrific shrieks and furious roars echoed around him in the dark, shapes moving in the dark nearby, the creatures responsible moving to contend with the newest threat...

Tzeentch continued to soar away from Zazikel, though the archdemon was gaining. The Changeling began gathering the vast energies raging within her, keeping them concealed ahead of her, waiting for the right time to strike...

[dinoman666]

Even as Zazikel gained on Tzeentch, he fired bolts of negative energy from his form, the magical projectiles tracking the changeling like heat-seeking missiles...

[C S]

Desrium glided to the ground and whipped himself around, seeing only silhouettes dashing in the blackness. He stared until the chaos was concealed by the oppressive screen of shadows, but even after he thought about the roar he heard. "Jiier...?" The Blood Omen thought, ruminating on the familiar bellow. It all happened to fast and he couldn't be sure if the Shapeshifter really had joined the battle; or if it were simply a strange coincidence. He only knew that the creature who came to his aid will most likely perish against Eredar's aspects and he was powerless to help.

[The Kingpin]

Arashi's charge through the fog led him straight into a pair of large glowing golden orbs, the tumbling, churning, convulsing balls of fiery energy detonating violently as he came into contact with them. flames ate away at his flesh and running down his hide as the sticky, flammable liquid that fuelled the violently hot flames spread across his form. A bellowing roar tore out as Septimus dove past under one of the Stormweaver's vast wings, claws and jaws tearing at the largest portion of membrane, linking the Hueilin's flank to his wing 'fingers, Septimus coming away with large strips of flesh in his claws, the point of impact tattered as he made space between himself and his father's dark doppleganger, arcing round and preparing himself for another strike...

Bassunka watched the approaching hellhounds carefully, a plan already formulating in his head as his blade-staff stopped its spinning, held in both hands, one point held low before him, the other high behind him, the Zuppolandian General gripping his weapon firmly...


Meanwhile, above, the bellowing roar of a Manticore tore out over the battlefield, as Antar returned to the scene of the battle his brethren fought against the Shadowreavers, moving to assist his allies wherever possible, the Elven King tailed by two Dragons...


"Excuses, excuses. Don't take too long, or there won't be anything left" teased Andruil as one of the shadowy beasts charged, ferocious maw gaping wide as Andruil snarled, swinging a steel-plated fist upwards in its face as it leapt at him, smashing the abomination's jaw with the force of the blow and gutting it in a single movement, the razor edge of his gauntlet slashing through it's shadow-cloaked hide as he shifted its momentum sideways, leaving it to tumble off to the side...

[TyrannoTitan]

Moments before the bolts impacted, Tzeentch turned and fired an extremely powerful beam from her maw, the unstable energy shredding the bolts like a flower in a tornado, before shooting at the archdemon.

As soon as Septimus' body made contact, the energy coursing over Arashi's body shot into him, though the damage to the Stormweaver's wing was already done. Arashi bellowed in rage as he began to spiral toward the ground, the tears in his wing getting worse as he attempted to slow his descent.

Panicked shrieking was suddenly and violently ended, though it was soon replaced by more unholy noises and the sound of battle. A few seconds later, the dark shape shot out toward Desrium, clawed hands wrapping around his shoulders as he was hoisted into the air. Red blood dripped continuously from his captor's side, and its breathing was somewhat labored...

[C S]

Desrium gripped his spear tighter when his suspicions were confirmed. This creature was indeed his friend, though drastically changed. The energy that surrounded him almost obscured his body completely in black and red. The armored being remembered the description of Blood Dragons from Septimus' book and had the stark realization that his friend was supposedly this violent and savage creature, hunted to extinction by the races of Aster. This very beast now held him but Desrium felt no fear. Be it the similarity to his own plight or the trust he already had for the Shapeshifter, Desrium did nothing to resist as he was whisked off from the scene

[The Kingpin]

Septimus bellowed in pain as he tumbled off into the dark, his hide scarred with lightning-like streaks, in spite of the fact the Scholar managed to defend himself from the majority of the damage. turning towards the plummeting Stormweaver, the Dragon beat his wings powerfully, flying towards the larger Hueilin in a trail of smoke as his eyes flared brightly, a violent, rumbling snarl rattling in his throat as streams of smoke trailed from his nostrils, as streaks of blood red energy writhed around his neck, slipping in and out of his very flesh as it gained power, disappearing right behind his jaws, which split open with a roar, a streaking reddish white fireball soaring forward at incredible speed, slamming into Arashi's chest as he plummeted, the flames expanding across his torso, as entropic energy began to decay the small, tightly packed scales that formed the Stormweaver's hide...

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Zazikel reacted quickly, arcing to the right as the powerful sliced through the air where he had been a moment before. The Archdemon turned and flew at Tzeentch's flank, spraying the area in front of him with negative energy...

The Hellhounds had infinite patience, moving towards Bassunka at nearly a crawl, now moving simultaneously...

Tetto'eko did not respond this time, focusing all his energy into casting this spell; one of the most powerful at the Astromancer's command. Amidst the foul army of Eredar, a glowing circle, with a radius that could encompass a small house, seemed to emerge from the ground, harmless to the ranks of the damned, at least for the moment...

Discord's annoyance had rapidly degenerated by this point, the chimera now lying on his back, staring blankly up at the ceiling with mismatched eyes. He was done thinking; now he was just there, doing nothing...

[TyrannoTitan]

It was then that Tzeentch released the remainder of her gathered energy. One of the Changeling's eyes shined brightly before a bright white bolt of energy shot forth, piercing Zazikel's own attack and slicing through the side of his neck. The energy of the archdemon's attack washed over Tzeentch, prompting a distorted cry as she dove away, the attack eroding even more of her already patchwork form.

"SEPTIMUS!" Arashi bellowed, his voice gradually fading as he was accelerated toward the ground. A few seconds later, a massive explosion shook the area, the height of which was barely visible to Septimus, as the doppelganger of his father was no more. The mist surrounding the Scholar began to lessen, and the chaotic sounds of battle soon reached him once more.

Jiier said nothing as they moved through the air, the dragon slowing considerably before suddenly releasing Desrium. The Blood Omen plummeted a short distance, finding himself on one of the cliffs the assembled armies were tasked to defend. By the time his boots hit rock, the maned dragon was already disappearing into the darkness.

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Zazikel howled as the attack sliced through his neck, not lethally, but enough to force him into retreat. He flapped away from Tzeentch, focusing his energy into regenerating rather than fighting the changeling...

[C S]

The armored being remained in a crouched stance well after he was returned to the ground, his once vibrant blue robe now covered in dust and badly torn in many places. The slash on his side pulsated with raw magical energy. He wondered what could have happened to turn the maned dragon into the entity he now was and if there was something he could have done to prevent it. Alas, it was far too late for such thoughts and Jiier was now a thing of legend, a feared species of dragon that ravaged the land of Aster. He, unlike his long gone kin however; seemed to use his great power to assist rather than harm...

[TyrannoTitan]

Tzeentch watched as Zazikel turned away. The changeling was conflicted. Her time was running out, she did not know if she could afford this reprieve. But the more time she spent in combat with the archdemon, the more she risked premature destruction. The Changer of Ways would not be far from the archdemon. Tzeentch would not let him disrupt the others...

[C S]

Desrium plunged the spear into the cliff and clutched the robe, prying it over his shoulders and off of his metal form, the spikes on his shoulders and the fin on his helm reappearing. He tossed the withered cloak to the ground and stood, his fearsome visage battered, blood stained in some parts and coated in the grime of war. The compass on the other hand was in the same condition as it was when he left Syria's inn those many nights ago. The Blood Omen retrieved his weapon and spread his wings as he charged down the length of the rocky incline and jumped off the edge of the cliff, gliding over the battles that took place below. He had to find Septimus...

[The Kingpin]

Bassunka waited patiently, eyeing his opponents, waiting for one to make its move...


...The chance never arrived. Before the Hellhounds could move on the Zuppolandian, a fireball smashed into each of them from above, as the one directly in front of Bassunka was crushed underfoot by the gargantuan Manticore, the beast bellowing into the dark furiously, blood red eyes staring at the battle around it, its Dragon escorts circling overhead...



Septimus panted as he looked down at the direction the doppleganger fell, unnerved by the uncanniness of the battle he had just fought. It threw into question his deepest thoughts, desires and motivations. The Scholar had to literally force himself out of the train of thought the event had led him towards. He knew that if he let himself reflect now, he would likely be picked off by the many enemies still littering the battlefield and the sky above it. With a single powerful beat of his vast wings, he drove himself onwards in search of allies in need...

[C S]

The desecrated and animated remains of men and women belonging to varied races were sent flying through the air thick with the dry dirt of the decimated landscape. The Justicar's Lance struck strong and true against the undead, its double blades freeing their souls by cutting their broken bodies asunder. Swinging and stabbing, Desrium cut a swath through the expanse of Eredar's slaves, who returned the aggression without fail. Their blades and maces struck his metal hide, sparks flying in the darkness as he parried with the Dawnmother's spear, his eyes and wings illuminating the area around him for the assorted soldiers of Aster as well. He made sure to scan the blotted out skies for the faint glimmer of the Scholar's wings when he had the chance to do so, a rare and brief opportunity while pushing into the ranks of the unending offensive. If Septimus was not flying low, this struggle would be all for naught, but still he continued for there was still a possibility that he would find Septimus even when the odds were so heavily stacked against its probability.

And so he went, the compass dancing along his dark gray chest as he went through his combat forms, dispatching his enemies swiftly...

[TyrannoTitan]

The defenders on both sides gradually began to fall against the seemingly endless tides of enemies. Although more than capable of holding their own, the sheer numberless quantity of their foes meant they were losing in the long run. Valuable lives were lost every time a particularly dangerous mutant threatened the fragile defense around the mages, making each subsequent attack all the more dangerous. Although crushing hundreds in a matter of minutes, even Radamand began to show weakness. Swarmed by enemies on the ground and in the air, the leviathan's stony hide was cracked and broken in many places. Crimson streaks rolled down his gargantuan body, though he showed no sign of stopping his assault.

A whole line of front-line fighters were vaporized in a mutant dragon attack. A mage was plucked from the cliffs by a gargantuan bat with tendrils hanging from its underside. A catapult was struck by a massive fireball fired from deep within the mutant army, the artillery unit taking four nearby soldiers with its destruction. Isolated reports of mutation in their ranks were heard by some of the mage communicators. Every time morale fell and the soldiers gave in to their despair, they became enslaved by Eredar's will, and were forced against their brethren.

The mages continued to work with very few casualties on their end, due to the defense of their allies. But they could not hope to know how well their efforts were working. Nothing had changed since the Traitor God was silenced. Its eyes, furious and malevolent, continued to glare out over the pitch black landscape. Time was running out, and with each passing second, more and more of their friends, family, and countrymen died to preserve their work. Morbid thoughts would only continue to grow under these deteriorating conditions, prompting even more of their forces to become enemies. Their time was numbered, even if they knew it or not....

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Zazikel, hovering over the battlefield, put most of his prodigious power into healing his injury. The Archdemon took the time to look down at the fighting, smiling. Eredar's forces were still winning, even if it was a long time coming. Soon, Aster would belong to them...

The possessed dragon glanced up at the dark sky as it started to flash and distort, as if thunder was booming from within the darkness itself. Seconds later, a brilliant white light showered over the endless army below as a massive comet of raw energy, the size of a small house, came down in the midst of Eredar's forces, right on the glowing circle in the ground. The results were devastating. Everything at ground zero simply ceased to exist as the magical projectile smashed into them, and the explosion that came a second later vaporized everything within several hundred feet of the impact point. The shockwave was sufficient to even send Zazikel tumbling through the air for a few seconds, despite him being a significant distance away, as well as flatten everything nearby. The effects of the comet, however, did not reach the allied Asterian forces, with only the great boom and bright light signaling the Comet of Cassandora's arrival...

Tetto'eko exhaled, opening his eyes and lowering his staff with a tired grin. He observed his handiwork with a mix of pride and disappointment. The attack was truly devastating to the enemy, but it would take hundreds of those comets to do any real damage to Eredar's forces, and the psychological impact would simply be lost on the mutated beasts. Regardless, Tetto'eko chuckled. "Frail I may be, but weak I am not, Andruil..."


Tracking the source of such a concentration of magic was simple for Zazikel. The source, however, was slightly unexpected. He spotted the Skink Priest at a distance, but he wasn't sure if he recognized him or not. However, that wasn't the part that interested him. The Archdemon was far more interested in the man standing near the Priest. Zazikel narrowed his eyes and grinned maliciously. Andruil.

It seemed fate was most certainly in his favor today...