Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[UndeadRaptor]

The group of soldiers move pots of jewels and other riches, coated in gold and other colors that would make it more valuable in a market. The rider charges further through the pathway with his horse, holding a lantern in one hand to light the way through the dark forest filled with life.

Shezz keeps his pace up, his face still pressing up against the map as he looked over the top of it a couple of times, knowing the group was on the main road for sure now...

[C S]

Desrium looked around the dark room; the only light that reached into it was the silver glow of the moon through a window across from the door. His eyes adapted quickly though and in just under a minute he could see everything in the room as if it was day. It was somewhat small, which he was ok with; it would only be him in there. His eyes glowed as he looked at the furniture within the room, learning about the unfamiliar constructs. There was a small low lying bed not too far away from the window, its brown sheets neatly folded. The top cover had a white design in the shape of one type of large trees in the forest, a tall trunk with branches concealed in a rounded off tree top. Next to it was a small drawer with an oil lamp on top. Its base was silver in color and broad. The oil fount made up most of the lamp, a broad white oil store that was decorated with painted blue vines wrapping around it. The lamp was topped off with a clear glass shade that was supported by metal on the inside. On the side of it was silver shaped into a Frondfoot's head, a slim black knob sticking out of its head. Apparently the large lizards were revered in Daaven. A few feet to the side of the door were a decent sized desk and wooden seat. Across from that, there was a large burgundy chair with padded cushions that faced a grey stone fire place inset in the wall. In the space between the two was a brown circular mat, and on one side of the chair was a small wooden table. "I won’t be using the fireplace" He thought as he walked to the side of the chair. He had no need for warmth or light. He paused for a moment, thinking about what he should do, before finally deciding to turn the chair towards the window. He knelt down and got a grip on the bottom of the chair, mustering great strength in his arms and legs. He lifted it a few feet of the ground and side stepped until the chair faced the window, and then strafed over so it was a bit closer. He put the chair down lightly, not wanting to disturb Syria downstairs, before moving the table beside the chair. "Better" Desrium thought, nodding contently before moving to sit in the chair. He felt himself sink into it, but it was a welcome sensation. It helped him relax. From his window, he could see the lines of buildings built alongside the cobble stone path, and a part of the lake in the distance, its waters silver under the light of the moon. He leaned back into the chair and eased himself into sleep, his red eyes standing out in the darkness of the room, his hands holding onto the end of the chair’s arm rests.

[dinoman666]

"Maybe for you," Tetto'eko replied with a chuckle. "The Lizardmen enjoy their privacy..." The Skink scampered to the top of the temple, where a large, partially destroyed doorway led into an isolated chamber at the ziggurat's peak. "Come, here is what I wish to show you!" Tetto'eko chirped.

[Giratina93]

After the launching of the first salvo from the trebuchets, the entire army charged ino the city of Susano, ready to reclaim it from the barbarians. The elephant riders sterred their massive beasts carefully through the entrance, to avoid stepping on any of their fellow soldiers. The archersfollowed in behind the mainarmy and the elephant riders, but were ready incase of a surprise attack...

[Hopeflower]

Dante and the others heaved at the same time as Andruil, the pinned assassin drawing in a huge breath as the weight on his chest and back lifted. He started trying to drag himself out from underneath the beam, looking pained and relieved at the same time.

[The Kingpin]

Andruil shifted so he was under the edge of the beam, holding it over him. "One of you help him up and out of the way! I'll hold the beam till he's clear!" he said to the others...


Septimus followed, getting up to a run before jumping powerfully, his wings beating twice as he ascended the full height of the ziggurat, landing before the doorway, the dragon wondering what it was that they'd be able to see in the darkness...

[Hopeflower]

Dante ducked and hooked an arm around the assassin's shoulder, slowly dragging him out from underneath the beam. When they were clear he helped the injured man to his feet and another of the assassins took over, leading him towards Felicity.

[Godzilla Forever]

The servant frees his other leg, before sighing with relief. "Free at last!" The servant then heads to help the other trapped, the pain in chest subsiding...

[dinoman666]

Tetto'eko moved aside so Septimus could fit his head and neck inside, though the partially collapsed doorway. The room on the other side was relatively large, big enough to fit the Slann Mage-Priest and several Temple Guard or Priests to attend on him. "This used to be a Mage-Priest meditation chamber," Tetto'eko chirped. "When the Ratmen came, they defiled this place, just like the rest, and the Mage-Priest who held residence here was struck down by a deadly plague, just like most of the rest of the population. It was wiped out with the vermin, but the city was never rebuilt." He looked around the room, his yellow eyes inscrutable...

[Evil Eye]

Deka remained in the shadow of the building as he traversed the stairs downward, having just exited the palace. His shoulders slumped, his head kept down, his only visible eye scanning the city, searching for the town square, where he would be able to find the artifact Draco had talked about. He inconspicuously paced forward, maintaining the perfect balance of keeping away from the very busy, occupied streets, while still blending in plain sight; he had just killed the city's king, and guards & sentries were bound to be on high alert for any suspicious looking figures. He knew he wouldn't actually be punished, if caught, as it was Draco, the current king, who had wished the previous one dead; all the same, Deka knew he'd be better off not being suspected in the first place...

[Godzilla Forever]

The temple of Greshlynk stood on one side of the town square, braziers lit beside the stairway into the temple, flanking either side to allow easier visibility for worshippers. People were beginning to retire for the day, tired after all the chaos, but the guards stood steadfast in the event of something....

[UndeadRaptor]

The horse and its rider tear through some foilage and soon reach the clearing, the latter realizing they were halfway to the entrance of the confederate kingdom. "Don't worry, girl. We'll be there soon enough," the soldier said reassuringly to the former, still holding the lantern tightly as the animal leapt over a large bump...

[raptor titanus3]

Terrified of the sudden arrival of the local army most of the of the wildmen fled that did not get crushed by stones or struck by arrows. Some however were still alive after all this and measily tried to crawl away from the Germainians. In barely any time at all it became evedent to every soldier that this was most certainly not the forces that had sacked Susano but they might know who did, though the order was never given the soldiers took the injured foes as prisioners to be questioned of the true raiders whereabouts. In the minds of the soldiers a group of disorganised barbarians couldn't possibly have moved far with all of the goods of Susano, but how wrong they were as Lokar and his wagon train was rapidly approching the "Gates of Midgard" ready to return home.

[The Kingpin]

"I see" hissed Septimus as he looked around at the room. the place was so tranquil that he had difficulty imagining this place under siege, amidst the chaos of a war...


Andruil stepped out from under the beam and eased it down now that everyone was clear of the wreckage....

[Godzilla Forever]

The goblin brothers continue marching forward, Kubba saying, "Close inn should be by now. Forest thinning it is."

Khorne sees some movement from the edge of the forest. The basilisk raises himself up and lets out a growl. The creature backs off into the forest.......

[dinoman666]

Tetto'eko almost lost himself in the memories of this city when he heard the quiet scraping of scales on stone above him. His head suddenly snapped up, but it was difficult to see anything. "Perhaps we should leave, Septimus," he chirped quietly. "I don't think we're alone..."

[UndeadRaptor]

Shezz nods and soon hisses to the others, "map shows that we be to inn before sun sets..."

[Doc 42]

The engineer eyed his time piece, the crowds clapping as the stilted wooden legs prodded the pool's sandy bed curiously. He looked up, watching the sun and judging his time piece's accuracy again, before eyeing the crowd. Excited murmurs spread around. Most of the Badai assembled were burly, wearing white tunics, clearly designed for working long hours in the sun. Most wore skirts or shorts, shrugging off traditional Badai garb in order to bear the intense heat by the coast. Most of them were congregated around the tiered docks, peering over shoulders and squinting for a better view through the water, others stood, sceptically, back near the boat houses. None of the Badai sitting on the docks were older than 22, most being just over 15 by the looks of it. The younger, more open minded and adventurous generation had taken to the water with enthusiasm, and were forming the bulk of the growing industry. The engineer smiled. His father had been one of the Badai involved in constructing the first ships, nearly 30 years ago. Back then water was the sworn enemy of the Badai. The crowds of young eager faces showed just how quickly attitudes could change in the presence of opportunity. For every Bada who died attempting to master the waters, another 3 arrived fresh full of ideas and muscle.

The stilts poked at the soil some more, testing it, before falling to rest. A small panel slid away in the craft's side, revealing a waving sailor. The crowd cheered. It was the most successful Badai ship to date. Shaped like a cow, the crawler held a crew of six, was about a meter and a half long, and could float indefinitely. It had 2 wing like keels at both sides, to keep it stable in the water, and 4 long stilt like legs stretching down from underneath, used to propel it through the water. It was quite expensive to make. The gel used to make the stilt's water tight sealant was produced from tree sap, taken from the jungle forest to the east of Flaming Dogs, at the edge of the wild lands. As if it wasn't expensive enough to procure, the services of a mage were required to fit it into the ship. There weren't many mages with the magical talent and the mechanical skill to perform the task, and Duke Mortar had never really appealed to the various guilds which practised magic, leaving them sorely under manned. At this particular dock, there was only one permanent wizard, and his services were almost constantly in demand. The engineer looked for him, and found him standing on top of one of the boat houses arms folded.

However, his eyes were not on the crawler, but the radical design floating next to it. It bobbed up and down much more violently than the crawler, being smaller and with only a single keel. It was light weight, about a meter long, and held 3 Badai. Ever since the invention of the keel, deaths had fallen dramatically, but accidents were still common, and new designs were notorious for being unreliable. The boat was open topped, to reduce weight even more, so they entire crowd could see the three sailors aboard being rocked about. 2 of them held long peculiar planks called paddles. Here was what made the people so uneasy. Not only was the craft small and unsafe looking, but it didn't even have any stilts. The brain child of one of the younger physicists, it apparently relied on the resistance of the water to propel the boat. Instead of pushing off the sea floor, the paddles would tread the water the same way the serpent like reptiles did. He claimed that the wading creatures the crawlers were designed off of were unsuitable for Badai ambitions, and this race would prove a crucial test of his theories.

The engineer glanced at his time piece and a loud bell rang, signalling the start of the race. The crawler's stilt like legs sprung up and pushed into the sand, sending it bobbing forward. The oarsmen in the smaller boat paddled furiously, able to move the smaller implements far quicker than their rivals in the crawler. The crowd drew in its breath, watching as the oars sent the small boat rocketing forward haphazardly, the oarsmen struggling to compromise for each other's movements, the captain of the boat trying to co-ordinate them, eventually managing to strike a balance, sending it sailing roughly straight. It left the crawler behind easily, which desperately trundled after them, veering to one side, put off course by the boat's unexpected meandering. one of the sailors shouted angrily from the port panel. Nobody paid any attention to him, fixed on the progress of the oar boat. It wasn't very balanced, it tended to suddenly launch off in unpredictable directions, but it was fast. It was moving roughly at running speed, while the crawler was, true to it's name, moving at crawl pace. The stilts were punched into the ground viciously as the crawler tried to catch up. The Bada who had shouted out the port hole emerged again, still clearly angry. He was calling for a restart, claiming the boat had nearly rammed them, ruining the validity of the test. As he shouted, the boat veered in his direction, his head disappearing within the crawler again, but too late. While he had been distracted, he'd gotten his stilt caught in a rock, and hadn't heard his captain's warning. The crawler bobbed silently, the stilt falling away, distorted through the water. It took a few moments for the crowd to notice, most having been watching the other boat.

The engineer's pulse began to race, the crowd watching on in confusion, trying to judge the situation. He didn't hesitate, immediately grabbing the nearest workers and ordering them to throw lines to the stricken vessel. The dock exploded into activity, as Badai milled about searching for equipment. The crawler still bobbed silently in the water, almost pleasantly.

A grappling hook was thrown out onto the boat, thunking into the roof but falling off. The crawler began to dip lower into the water. Several badai rushed out, armed with crossbows and rope packs. They ran up to the top tier of the dock, taking aim. A few badai protested, worried for the sailor's safety, but they were hushed. One of the port panels slid across, water bursting out of it, a shout emanating from inside. The crossbow Badai fired, bolts lancing into the side of the boat, spooling out lines of rope behind them. The crowds quickly organised into lines, grabbing hold of the ropes. For a moment, it looked like the whole lot were about to be dragged into the water, but then they held steadfast and began dragging it back, pulling the boat towards the dock. It rolled over almost comically, a bada pulling himself out and clutching to the top of the craft, completely drenched.

One by one, the crew pulled themselves out, until 4 of them were sitting on top of the hull, huddled together, terrified. The engineer watched the port hole, but no more figures emerged.

Later that day, a message to flaming dogs was compiled, listing the reason for the accident as incompetence, relating to the failure of one of the vessel's stilts. Two badai went down with it, the captain and the bada responsible for the disaster.
Another report was compiled at the same time, regarding the trial race, concluding that it had been a resounding success.

[The Kingpin]

Septimus nodded, pulling his head out of the ziggurat, awaiting Tetto to lead the way. this was, afterall, his home...

[dinoman666]

Tetto'eko caught the glimpse of shimmering scales as Septimus pulled his head away, allowing sunlight to reflect off the creature inside. The Skink quickly shuffled out, hissing, "Coiled One. It would seem this place isn't entirely lifeless."