Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[The Kingpin]

Septimus smirked. "Hold on tight" rumbled the Dragon as he raised his wings, suddenly beating them downwards, his whole form jerking forward suddenly, launched into the air by the sheer force of the moevement, the Dragon beating his wings repeatedly as he ascended, wary of his passenger, making sure he wouldn't fall to his death, the Dragon now several dozen feet off the ground, and ascending rapidly...

[dinoman666]

Tetto'eko tightly gripped Septimus' scales, his staff strapped to his back, poking out from beneath his robes...

[The Kingpin]

As Septimus ascended, he remembered the Skink priest's problem with temperature. making sure he was high enough to cross the city walls in the distance, the Dragon levelled out, beginning to weave in and out of the various towers and other tall structures in the City, soon leaving the City itself and beginning his descent down the mountain side, the Dragon deciding to move towards the coast. "Are you hungry, Tetto'eko?" he growled...

[dinoman666]

"Well, now that you mention it, I could use a quick snack, if you don't mind," Tetto'eko replied, his darting tongue licking his scaly lips...

[Godzilla Forever]

Draxon was as lively as ever. The common people bartered and farmed, and numerous people talked to each within the safety of Freyr-Lunge. In the outlying villages, farmers worked hard to make food.....

[Giratina93]

A cloaked shadowy figure watched from ontop of a building, it's eyes locked onto the flying dragon till it was out of sight. in it's hands were a sketchbook and feather pen, the shadowy figure having been sketching the dragon from it;s viewpoint. Right now, the sketch was very detailed, and virtually matche Septimus perfectly. The figure loee it's head, before vanishing into nothing but shadows...

Dione was still asleep. Her hair was in a massive mess that was spread over some of the bed. Normally, she would have been wide awake by now, but she was very tired, and few people would DARE wake up the new Pope, lest she fly into a tired rage and place inderdict on those who woke her up... atleast, that was what Jeetis did when he woke up cranky and at the hands of Trajan's servents...

The Emperor himself was also sound asleep in his own room, snorng away blissfully. He was having a pleasant dream, for his mouth was curled up into a slight smile...

Up north from Tristan, the small town of Susano lay in quiet slumber. only a few people were up and about, and they were the local marketers readying their products for sale... the local guards of the place were all asleep in the local church, where the local pope governed...

[raptor titanus3]

Not far from Susano on the lip of a hill, devices of war were being set in place and their missles stocked. Soldiers were garnering there equipment with charms to aid them in comabt before being worn or used. Horses were fitted with saddles and light armor. At the top of the hill looking out over the peaceful town stood their leader the tall, thin, and yet imposing figure of Lokar the Silver-Tougned. A member of his personal Hurskarl guard approched him "My lord the ballistas are ready, the soldiers are prepared, and all that is left is for the..." Lokar raised a hand, "I know what is left to be done, we make our attack now," said Lokar. As he turned to mount his horse the Hurskarl followed, concern on his face. "My lord please, we must consult the ansestors, we may have unforseen..." " You are one of my personal guard but you are not apart of my family, see how that works? I lisen to my family because the Jarls I apoint have intelligence and guile. They can discover the true intent of a person by their own wit and skill. You on the other hand are a superstious fool who believes that the dead talk to us. Now personally I would like to return to Midgard as soon as possible seeing as how that recent raid they made off with a large number of cattle grazing out on the plains, now the people are starving and they need us to get food or else a good number of them may not survive come thin seasons! Now we will break down their walls, gather up all that we can and make speed back home, understood?" "Yes my lord." answered the Hurskarl. Lokar mounted his prize Warhorse Ash-Hoof and signaled for the bombardment to begin. The teams pulled back the giant construct's string and started loading large rocks into the channel... and fired on the town. Rocks flew through the air before impacting into some of the outlying houses and a few impacting into the top of the wall. The ballistas ajusted their arc to hit the gate to bring it down, while Lokar ordered his forward line of Ulfsarks to charge forward with grappling hooks and climb the wall.

[The Kingpin]

Septimus chuckled as he descended towards a large winding river below. entering a dive, the Dragon shot towards the water's surface, though he made sure to keep his fins rigid and his tail loose so that he could catch the Skink should he come loose...

[dinoman666]

Tetto'eko closed his eyes against the whipping wind, but otherwise held on surprisingly well...

[Hopeflower]

Mist swirled about the lone figure. His eyes were wide with desperation, his breaths came in great heaving gulps, and his clothes were torn. Blood seeped out of thin cuts left by branches and brambles. Mud caked his pants from the knee down and was spattered over his arms, torso, and face, as if he'd fallen more than once in his mad dash for freedom. He was leaning heavily against a stunted, twisted tree with wide-spread roots. It was just like every other tree in this damned swamp.

He had the feeling he'd been going in circles for hours, probably days, ever since he'd fled his last ally's home. Now he was out of hiding places, out of luck, and somehow he knew, out of time. Every rustle and distant noise made him flinch, fearing it was his pursuer. The mist didn't help him any; it was so thick he could barely see anything around him. He swallowed hard, wincing. His throat was so dry....he needed a drink, but was the swamp water safe?

As he knelt to lower his cupped hands into a puddle, intending to check, a low, cold voice suddenly sounded, making him jump badly. 'A valiant effort, Muru...a fun chase. You were almost a challenge. But our little game of chase-the-marked-man ends here.' The voice had an echoing quality that made Muru shiver. "Please," he found himself saying desperately, casting around for something to say so the assassin lurking in the mist wouldn't kill him. "please don't kill me! I...I have a family, a wife and a son. They need me!"

The voice only chuckled in response. 'It's always amusing to hear what you and your kind come up with when the tables are turned...suddenly, you aren't the predator. You're the prey, and you're reduced to desperate gibbering, pleading for mercy. Begging, bargaining, threats. You lie, Muru. You have no family. Time to end this hunt...' Muru spun in an attempt to find the speaker; in his haste, he snagged his foot on one of the protruding roots. His ankle twisted painfully, but he couldn't pull it free, and his momentum was keeping him moving, the bone still twisting. In the next second, he heard and felt the snap of bone breaking. He opened his mouth wide in a soundless scream of agony and fell, cradling his injured leg.

Far above, something swooped over the trees. It looked and moved too fast to be an eagle. The assassin appeared slowly out of the mist. He was handsome, lithe, and muscular, but not overly so. He moved with quick, silent steps. He was wearing all brown and carrying a bow, and there was a dagger strapped to his hip. At the knee, the right leg of his pants was torn. A thick scar wrapped around his throat. Pointed ears poked from beneath his hair, which was long in the front and short in the back. Muru looked up, tears streaming out of his silver eyes, and whispered again, "Please...." Indifferent eyes, framed by long hair the color of blood, stared down at him. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but they seemed to be changing color; first pale green, then gray, then light blue....The assassin drew an arrow from his quiver and nocked it, drawing back the string and aiming his weapon at Muru's heart. He's an elf too...how could he hunt his own kind like this?

'Remember your crimes to the afterlife, Muru.' Though the voice now clearly belonged to him, the assassin's mouth never moved. Muru's eyes widened. Telepathy...? Then the other elf released the arrow. The tip glittered as the light struck it, covered with something that shone an odd green, and in milliseconds had pierced Muru's heart. He grasped at the shaft desperately, but the poison took effect quickly. Before long, Muru was dead. The assassin pulled the arrow out of his chest, eying the blood-coated tip with mild dismay.

With a few heavy wing beats and a squelchy thud, a dragon landed not far from the assassin and the dead elf. She was a very dark gray all over, with the exception of her lighter gray underbelly. Large golden spikes starting at the base of her neck supported a fin the color of goldenrod. The fin was dappled with black. A similar fin wrapped around the base of her skull. She lifted her head and furled her wings, giving the muddy earth a disgusted look. 'I detest swamps. They smell and the ground is far too soft and squishy. Why did he have to run here?' she asked in the same echoing, telepathic voice. The assassin turned to her, amusement lighting his gaze.

'He was a desperate man, Aviva. Come; the sooner we're out of here, the better.'

'Yes. Quickly, Arsenic. Else it will take me a week to get this mud off.' She knelt and allowed him to climb on. At first, she'd been opposed to him riding her; but as they grew closer and decided to hunt down people who were on the run, she agreed it was quicker to just let him. He settled at the base of her neck, just above the first golden spike. She bent her legs, lifted her wings, and pushed off, quickly gaining altitude.

[The Kingpin]

As he neared, Septimus veered upwards, levelling out just over the water's surface, his claws running along the surface of the water, the Dragon lowering so both his clawed hands went under, the vacuum caused by the void left in the Dragon's wake leaving a trail in the water. There was a gentle tug downwards as he got ahold of a fairly large fish, roughly half the size of a human being, the Dragon's wings beating powerfully, the water being blown away beneath the wings, leaving momentary marks in the water's surface from the powerful downforce of the wings as the Dragon once again ascended, tilting his head slightly as he looked back through the corner of his eye at Tetto'eko. "Not bad. You're holding on fairly well. Do you preffer your food cooked or raw?" rumbled the Dragon, his claws now firmly dug into the fish to prevent it slipping away...

[dinoman666]

"Cooked, of course," Tetto'eko replied with a laugh. "I may not look like it, but I AM civilized."

[The Kingpin]

Septimus chuckled. "Well then, i suppose i am not. Cooked is nice, but you take what you can get" rumbled the Dragon as he veered away from the river, touching down near the shore, small rocks smoothed down by the river forming the ground on which the Dragon landed, similar to cobblestones. the Dragon set the fish down, before eying the Skink priest. "You wouldn't happen to have anything to cook it with, would you?" he growled with a tone of conscern...

[dinoman666]

Tetto'eko leaped deftly off Septimus' back, and nodded. "As a matter of fact, yes," he chirped, taking his staff in hand and walking up to the fish. Extending his free hand, Tetto'eko's eyes began to glow, before a bolt of lightning crackled from his clawed hand and struck the fish, flash-frying it with the intense heat. Lowering his hand, Tetto'eko hissed, "There, that should do it!"

[Giratina93]

As the projectiles slammed into the various structures, the people in the town, caught off-guard, beganto panic, before running around, screaming at the top of their lungs like frightened chickens. Their screams and the sounds of the bombardment could be heard even in the church, which woke up the guards. The troops already stationed in the city began to mobilize as fast as they could, bringing out all the weaponry they would need t counter this threat, from the arrows and swords to the few trebuchets they had. But there was one important thing that they lacked at this time... someone to coordinate their defence at this time...

[Hopeflower]

Aviva snagged a passing bird in her jaws as she angled one wing for a banking turn, crunching the tiny bones between her teeth. Flicking out her forked tongue, she commented, 'Mmm...I could do with about a hundred more of those. Your jobs always take forever. I need to hunt properly.'

Arsenic gave her a gentle smack and his mental voice murmured teasingly, 'Steady on; I know you're hungry, but we need to reach the river. Preferrably before tomorrow.' He could see it in the distance, looking like a blue snake meandering across the landscape. 'With a little luck, the big fish will be out and about. A decent meal for us both.'

'I know, bossy.' Aviva snorted, smoke curling from her nostrils. She dropped lower, forcing him to grip tightly with his knees as her neck dipped. He'd had the unpleasant experience of falling from her back more than once; and he didn't want to repeat it now. 'I'm getting there.' And she sped up suddenly. Arsenic pressed himself flat against her neck, knowing what was coming next. Her wings folded and she fell into a dive, levelling out just barely above treetop height. The raucous sounds of disturbed and alarmed birds followed her, and a laugh rumbled in her chest as a few rose to pursue her. She easily outstripped them, dropping still lower as they finally left the trees of the swamp behind and making straight for the river.

[Godzilla Forever]

The goblins at the lubmer camp finally awaken from their slumber, getting busily to work. The hutners head out to collect more food, while the laborers work on the trees themselves, hacking away at their thick trunks with heavy iron axes........

[The Kingpin]

The Dragon eyed the burnt fish with a scrutinising gaze, before chuckling. "Had i known you were going to do that, i'd've pulled out the spit and cooked it the old fashioned way. would probably give you a tastier result. I'll bet that fish's innards are a semi solid mess after that. still, whatever you like. i've already eaten. help yourself" growled Septimus as he sat on his haunches, eying the skink...

[dinoman666]

"Magical lightning is a bit... different than normal lightning," Teeto'eko chirped, pulling out a small dagger and swiftly beheading the dead fish. "I merely charred the flesh, nothing more."

[The Kingpin]

"Convenient" growled Septimus with a chuckle, his eyes beginning to glow a whitish lilac colour once he had settled, a low murmur coming from the Dragon in an ancient language, the verses sounding smooth and flowing, almost like water, the runes on his arms beginning to glow brighter, reaching a point where the light seemed to shine from them actively, powerful enough to be used as a torch in a cave, slowly becoming more and more intense, as the gaps between his scales began to shimmer...