Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[TyrannoTitan]

Tzeentch descended gracefully, serpentine body swimming through the air before stopping over Arsenic. "Is there any way I can help, mortal? Zazikel may not understand the gravity of his actions, but I will not let you suffer because of his arrogance." the serpent questioned, eyes still shining...

[Hopeflower]

'You've already helped quite a bit,' Arsenic said, inclining his head to the shapeshifter. 'I doubt without you we could've gotten that monster out of here without several more casualties. But...' He let his thoughtful gaze travel over to where Felicity was bandaging wounds caused by flying shrapnel as best as she could. 'If you could help tend to the wounded, we'd be all the more grateful. So few of us know how to patch ourselves up.' He let out a dry mental chuckle.

[The Kingpin]

Andruil simply turned away from the direction the Dragon went, long steady breaths being used to calm him down. the fight had brought forward his feral side, and it was by a miracle he hadn't transformed completely, though at present he couldn't guess whether that would've been good or bad. looking around, he saw damage. similar to villages on Valenhad's borders tended to look during wars. he knew that within a month or so, most of the damage would have been recovered...but only if the residents worked together to repair it. a flutter of feathers was heard as something heavy landed on his shoulder, clamping it's claws down around his shoulder armour. looking at it, he spotted a hawk-like creature. a peregrine falcon in appearance, though possessing a sharp, forked tail tip and sleeker form. A pear of gryphon-like feathered ears could be seen just barely protruding out of the back of its skull, looking more like feathered horns than ears, the organs adapted to further improve it's manoeuvrability and aerodynamics. It's feathers were stiffer, almost scale-like, and it was lighter. "Shiryaz" he said lowly, the bird closing it's eyes as it pressed it's head to his cheek affectionately, a sound somewhere between a chirp and a purr coming from the Griffinhawk. Andruil looked around at the residents, asking for parchment and something to write with. he needed to inform the Regent immediately...

[TyrannoTitan]

"As you wish." Tzeentch responded, his form gradually shrinking until he was a little over 8 feet long, wanting a more manageable appearance when tending the wounded. The serpent moved leisurely toward the indicated group, having some basic knowledge of healing magic, and could, through the use of telekinesis, bandage those who needed it...

[Hopeflower]

Soon enough a piece of somewhat torn parchment and a stick of charcoal were pressed into Andruil's hand by a smaller woman who turned away and hurried off to help pull a wounded woman from the collapsed part of the inn. Others who hadn't been able to get out in time were either calling for help or trying to pull shards of wood out of their flesh without loosing too much blood. Vix had ignored Arsenic's orders to get herself looked at and was helping Dante and another elf to lift a heavy beam from the back of a pinned man. Arsenic himself thanked the shapeshifter and went back to checking his friends, giving Vix a faintly exasperated look but not moving to stop her.

[Godzilla Forever]

The servant let out a low sound. "Help.... someone..... I.... I can't move....."

[Hopeflower]

Following the voice, some of the assassins discovered the wounded servant pinned under a section of the wall that had been knocked down. Calling over some more fit members of the guild, they started to try to lift the heavy section.

[Godzilla Forever]

The servant coughs, trying to get himself out as well. He can still feel the pain from zazikel's claws raking across his chest as he begins to come free........

[UndeadRaptor]

The patrol soon enters another clearing, still following the trail as they charged through the forest on their horses. The captain of the group suddenly commanded everyone to halt, all stopping their horses and themselves moments afterwards...

[Godzilla Forever]

The Lockjaw brothers stopped. "C'mon, Shezz," Bubba shouts, "Ya gotta move fasta if ya wanna get ta da east quick!"

[UndeadRaptor]

Shezz picks up his pace after a moment, soon catching up with the others, still wielding the bow in his hand as he continued on. "Friend have map?" the red-colored goblin asked Kubba after a moment, wondering it he had gotten the map of the area from him...

[Godzilla Forever]

Kubba pulls out the map and hands it to Shezz." There go you, eld friend." "Alrigh'," Bubba says. "We gotta be gettin' goin'...... there be shadowreavas in da thicka woods, so keep ya eyes peeled." The brothers keep moving, albeit slower so Shezz can keep their pace........

[UndeadRaptor]

Shezz throws his bow over his other shoulder, before unrolling the map to look at it was he follows Kubba and his brothers away from the camp, before hissing to his comrades, "me find trail we use to get to east faster!" The goblin pointed to an area on the map, showing the trail while the group began to near a side-path into it...

[Godzilla Forever]

"Alrigh'," Bubba says. "Covenient for us it will be, no?" Kubba says. Lubba says, "So, we gonn' stop at an inn fo' the night or somethin' or jus' keep goin'?" "It'd probably be betta ta jus' keep goin'," Bubba says.

[UndeadRaptor]

"Place we rest at few miles from here, travel and be there before midnight we can," Shezz responded, pointing out another area on the map as he, Kubba and his brothers soon walked onto the side-path...

[Godzilla Forever]

The brothers nod and continue on, Bubba lighting a torch on a spark rock he was carrying. Shubba looks around wildly, almsot in an animalistic manner, cautious to anything non-goblin.....

[UndeadRaptor]

Shezz soon folds the map back up and puts in inside one of the pouches on his belt, before pulling out a small cube of dried meat in another, nibbling on it as he went along with the others, somewhat hungered by the days tiring events...

[The Kingpin]

"Well Tetto?" rumbled Septimus. it had been a while of pursuit in the jungle before the chase slowed to an average walk. by this point, Septimus' mood had settled somewhat, but now he was looking for something that would interest him. something he was not used to...


Andruil nodded thankfully and moved to a fairly lit corner, sitting down and using a stray chunk of wood to support his hand, before starting to write, keeping as firm a hand as possible against the charcoal stick in order to write it in something at least somewhat recognisable. meanwhile, he had been thinking about how Shiryaz got here. He had not had the time to wait for the bird to return when he was in Freyr Lunge, and had been forced to leave him behind. it seemed Shiryaz had followed him out of the city and all the way here. it must've sensed the danger of Zazikel's presence soon enough to avoid descending. a good thing all the same. he would send the bird to Valenhad. In addition to being hunting tools and even occasionally fighting companions, these birds acted as messengers, trained to go directly to the Silver Order's base in Crestvale; the capital of Valenhad. it's speed meant that even were someone there to see him giving the bird the letter, the chances of intercepting it were slim to none. as Andruil finished writing the letter, he signed it, then added a small symbol in one corner. It was his trademark amongst the Silver Order's knights. folding the message tightly, he looked at the bird, which raised a single leg, holding it forward slightly, a small leather pouch wrapped to it's leg by a sinew band. he placed the letter in it, then looked at the bird, which pressed it's head into his outstretched hand, giving a few light chirping sounds. "Take this to Alex" he said, the bird spreading it's wings, which revealed themselves to be lined with silver bottomed blade-like feathers. the bird leapt into the air, flying off into the darkness of the night...

[TyrannoTitan]

Tzeentch's eyes shine brightly as a large piece of shrapnel is removed from a wounded woman's arm, lowering the piece to the ground as the wound itself quickly scabbed over, accelerated by the serpant's magic...

[C S]

The Frondfoot walked about its holding area- a huge open yard at the back of the inn with a thick mat of grass, a puddle of mud some ways in and two trees with thick trunks and trimmed branches. There were several gashes in the tree where the large lizard decided to sharpen its claws. Near the entrance to the yard was a long retangular shelter, where Perioul retreated when he didnt take to lazing about in the open. Inside was food and water. Because Frondfoots were omnivores, there was a wide range of things they could eat. For the moment, his food dish at the back of the shelter was half filled with leafy greens, the remaining content having torn off peices and bearing the imprint of the blue lizard's needle like front teeth. By now, Syria had left Perioul to his own devices, having closed the gate to the yard when she left and started to make the walk down the small walk way at the side of the building. It had a roof running the path's length over head and met a short wall by thin wooden beams with various carvings in them, most depicting the sun and the moon. When she got to the front of the building, she could see the cart empty. Some of its cargo was quite heavy, yet the stranger had moved it all in the time it took her to tend to her animal companion. The door to the inn hung open slightly, and she was still nervous having someone she didnt know be alone in there. Then there was the fact inn had four regulars who stayed in their rooms indefinitely paying rent. She wondered how they would react to the newcomer. She'd have to address things one at a time for now, and so she got to work wheeling the cart over to a special holding area on the other side of the inn, unlocking the door with her master key and slipping the cart inside. She then left and locked it again, walking back around and up the porch, heading to the door.