Lore of Leyuna RPG (FRPG)

[C S]

Morrelie watched the shield's formation, commenting internally, "That's not going to help you much."

Her rapier's thin red beam retracted, leaving gaseous trails rising from the tip of the Interceptor's wand like an extinguished candle's wick. Right after, more mana was drawn to the end of the bone wand, channeling down the spiraling nodes until a single bright point remained at the tip. Morrelie then raised her wand to point at one of Kristov's legs. As in Amplefield, there was a bright release of power, and a shimmering pane of solid, glass-like light impaling the stone after the spell ran its course.

[The Kingpin]

The instant the light and stone connected, there was a sharp crack, the stone ejected from the armour along with the light that had sought to penetrate it, stopped short not by the stone alone, but the combination of that and the explosive force that now sent the split lump of armour hurtling forth. The chunks of rock frayed at their edges, each growing for finger-like extensions, two fusing with their twin across the divide, while two more pointed outwards as the projectile slammed into the Mage's chest. The outlying digits swung around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides as they fused against her back, the entire motion knocking Morrelie backwards. The stone that encased her opponent, meanwhile, shifted, growing denser and thicker, each leg growing wider as he braced against oncoming strikes. The terrible wrongness that permeated the ground was growing to be overwhelming at this point, a mist beginning to rise from the dirt and snow, slowly hampering visibility.

[C S]

At the end of Morrelie's staggering, she fell into a crouch and pulled in a few heavy breaths. A pulse of her peredomantic ability split her restraints down the middle with an explosion of light and a dramatic thud, where the pieces smashed into the ground and shattered like sculpted clay. The moment served to illustrate that even she had her limits; even if her mind did not heed them, the fact of the matter was that her body was over a thousand years old, and not suitable for prolonged brawls. Still, she rose to full height, and stared down Kristov with the same resolve despite the cold that seeped into her bones, and the congealed blood over her wounds.

"Make the most of the time left with those legs, lad. You might want to do some running while you still can," Morrelie deadpanned as she flexed the fingers that cradled her wand.

[The Kingpin]

The crystalline mask hazed up until it was completely opaque, Kristov choosing not to grace the mage with a retort. A horrific rattling sound rang out behind the Interceptor as something monstrous manifested from the ruins of the village. Flesh and bone and spikes and fangs seemed to writhe across its colossal, hunched over figure, blended with stone and wood, iron and glass. Spikes of splintered wood and rent metal protruded from its back as it gained mass, becoming evermore bulky and menacing. Tall, imposing, with a body that was every bit as deadly as it was massive, the necromantic golem rose to its full height, a smashed wooden beam in one hand and an enormous chandelier in the other, two more arms extending above the shoulders of that pair. Its face, or what served as such, was a smouldering pit that crackled with unnatural fire. Taking a step forward out of the ruins that rose to its knees, the giant shook the earth, the corpse of one unfortunate Brotherhood acolyte hanging out of the limb, eyes alight with that same otherworldly flame as it reached and grasped at the mage with a vengeful, yet neutered wrath. It was as if the angry souls of everyone she had slain here had assembled as one in order to enact their revenge. And that wasn't entirely wrong.

[C S]

Morrelie did not turn around immediately. The sounds alone were enough to have her chuckling ruefully. "Oh, you *******, you. Coveting those legs," she uttered with the same disconcerting airiness as before, then turned to face the enormous ruinous mass. "I knew I should have gone for the torching before the killing," Morrelie chastised herself, and then raised her wand. "Nothing wastes time like trying to save time."

[The Kingpin]

Whatever levity the mage may have granted herself with her reflections was soon dampened as the terrible rage of the fallen manifested as an aura of misery and despair that reached out over the village. A low rumbling roar erupted from the necromantic horror as it swung the beam in its arm with shocking sweep, the sweep kicking up a cloud of dust and mist in its wake.

[C S]

A flash of light marked the summoning of a chain, and the mage was a blur as she reeled herself back away from the destruction carved into her surroundings. Particles around Morrelie were tugged back and forth with an unnatural current where she stood then, and were ultimately parted by her will, resulting in a radius clear of debris and fog. The misery and despair reached at her dark heart and were repelled from her vigor. Misery and despair had taken over her life long ago. Anger snuffed out all fear. All that was left was her singular purpose, and the thrill of a fight. Morrelie pulled in one last preparing breath and began her channeling, producing an intensifying light at the tip of her wand that had transient swirls of energy feeding into it.

[The Kingpin]

The mage never got the chance to finish channelling her retaliation, as no sooner had she begun, than a wave of emerald flames spilled forth from the gaping maw of the golem, setting the earth ablaze as the wooden beam was hoisted upwards and brought swinging down over the Interceptor.

[C S]

What Morrelie had gathered in her short time was not enough to devastate the reanimated village as she had intended, but left with little recourse, she redirected the mana she had at her disposal with a brilliant flourish of her wand. Her wrist flicked and twisted as flames rushed towards her and the beam came down. The light of her wand wrote a magical script, bringing forth an expansive barrier in the nick of time. The hemisphere of flickering, hard light standing before Morrelie pulsated and rippled against the powers it combated, rings spreading out across its surface toward its rearmost and bottommost reaches from the flames and blow respectively.

The mage from Zuppoland cupped a fist with her free hand, cocked in back and swung in an uppercut motion. Her barrier obliged simultaneously, contracting on itself to form a vague, translucent glove that delivered the strength necessary to launch the tainted titan into the air.

[The Kingpin]

The bellow of the eldritch horror was more angry than anything else, as though being sent airborne was an irritation rather than an injury. It struck the ground with a colossal crash, sliding across snow and earth and digging up a rough groove in the terrain as it came to a halt against the ruins of the inn. The rumbling, crackling sound it made could have been mistaken for a landslide if not for the cries of a dozen vengeful souls that bellowed in a chorus within. It rose to its feet, or rather, morphed to its feet, its torso bending upwards as its arms and legs melded into the rest of its form, to be generated anew moments later. The action breached its fiery core momentarily, and in an instant, it went from a manifestation of the souls denied life, to the embodiment of hellish fury itself as the green flames caught on and spread across its entire figure. An arm swung forward, sending the flaming chandelier soaring towards the mage on its steel chain tether, even as it absorbed more of the wreckage to produce an even more horrendous weapon.

[C S]

Morrelie narrowed her eyes and hummed thoughtfully. Counting down in her head, she got as close to the last moment possible before the burning club descended upon her. While the boulder of wreckage was still in the air, Morrelie shot her own tether forth to cling to its solid base, then jumped with her weight lowered to clear tens of feet. She swung herself about her chain as the bulk smashed the ground she had been, releasing it at the height of her swing and cartwheeling further upwards. From her dizzying vantage point, upside-down above the treetops of the surrounding forest, Morrelie waved her wand about, peppering the golem with sparking orbs and streaks of energy that exploded against its hellish figure.

[The Kingpin]

A growl punctuated the eruption of another chain from the monstrosity's back, coiling around the mage's arm with all the purposefulness of an actual limb. It yanked downwards suddenly, her weightlessness making the sudden inversion of her momentum effortless as she was slammed into the earth and swung sideways, through the wreckage of two stone cottages, only then releasing her. Its back crackled with puffs of pink fire where the mage's magic had momentarily mingled with its own before being consumed.

[C S]

The Interceptor ended up in a crouch amidst the rubble, and shortly after her preservation field was dispelled with a warbling that stretched and squashed the mage's form momentarily. Morrelie then dove to the side and rolled behind a short stump of a cottage's wall. Being still for too long wasn't the most advisable thing to do right now, and she couldn't afford to keep shielding herself to survive being flung about every time the giant managed to get ahold of her.

Morrelie felt as though she'd gotten a general feel for her unusual opponent, however. Much like Desunka, in a way. She couldn't just pummel it into submission and physical damage would mean little in the grand scheme of things. Unlike that metal reject of nature, this reject of nature was simply too big to chain down. A conscious decision on Kristov's part, clearly.

Squatting down behind the wall, with the golem stomping around not too far away on the other side, Morrelie continued humming with a damaged brick in hand. Her wand traced along its rough, grayish surface, leaving its impression upon the stone through its glowing tip.

[The Kingpin]

A snarl escaped the horror as the accumulated rubble formed a broad grasping hand, which scooped up a chunk of collapsed house, hurling the entire burning mass at where it could sense Morrelie ducking. The goliath approached the Interceptor with heavy, purposeful steps, each stride scorching the earth beneath it.

[C S]

Morrelie finished her charm around the same time as the firelight brought her shadow directly under her. She glanced upwards to appraise her peril, and the next instant saw her pointing her wand out to the side, firing off a chain and dragging herself out from underneath the falling, burning destruction. Dust and embers washed over her from her place of reprieve, riding the billowing dust the impacts kicked up, and the cacophony of sound that echoed throughout the woods.

It was times like then, Morrelie found the covers over her mouth and nose very useful. She darted out of the cloud of smoke, dust and cinders thereafter, bounding over the treacherous obstacles of broken planks and stone with her brick firmly in her grasp.

[The Kingpin]

Her movements were followed by the behemoth, the broad-handed limb pointing her way as the thick fingers branched, then branched again, looking more akin to a tree branch than the stony mass it had been moments before. A series of sharp cracks sounded out as the mage was pelted with a hail of shrapnel, the monstrosity's hand serving as a projectile weapon even as it's beam-armed limb swung the wooden support across her path.

[C S]

The mage crossed her arms, speedily constructing a shield of light, the edge of which was loosely defined by freely moving, vaporous magic. This was sufficient to protect her from the fragments sent her way, which left the span of timber being used as a bat. Morrelie stayed her course, cocking back her wand before holding it in front of her again, pointing it to the center of her shield. It tore across the space between her and the golem with a surge of mana, colliding with the beam and demolishing it with a peredomantic explosion that formed a gaseous bubble interlaced with electricity.

[The Kingpin]

The explosion blew the beam in half, splinters scattering in all directions as one half was sent soaring into the treeline and tumbling through branches with a series of cracks. The beast snarled as its arm slid across its body, as if the shoulder joint itself was not stationary, and in in an instant, the chandelier was brought to bear, striking less than a second after the beam had been destroyed.

[C S]

A finessed twirl of the bone wand sent a glowing crescent up to the chandelier's tether. The recurved magical blade severed it, and before it fell, Morrelie used it once again to send herself skywards via one of her chains. The glimmering bind grappled with the burning, uneven surface of the "weapon" and Morrelie swung by her wand. She pivoted around the link between her and the chandelier to pitch the brick at the giant, then cut her connection as the chandelier thundered onto the ground and continued to tumble.

[The Kingpin]

A rumbling roar rang out as the eldritch horror swung the stump of its wooden beam into the oncoming brick, stone expanding along the stump to give it surface area as it batted the brick back at the mage.