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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
08-17-2014, 06:44 PM (This post was last modified: 08-17-2014, 06:45 PM by Thranduil.)
For a floating island this was all rather boring. The golden son had meet the feathered teenager, Aurelia, in his attempts to slip into the Throat, but the moment had been too flared, and crowded. So the golden would have to wait a little while longer before attempting to find her again. She was the ticket in though, that was sure. Still, it left him on this island without much of a care or to do list. So, the gold did what he did best, looked for trouble. It usually kept him from the tents towards the center, far too many…witnesses. So it carried him around and throughout the peace loving land. Meaning, he found no enjoyment. Without entertainment it would soon be time to leave this little floating land that seemed straight from Kahlua, the damsel’s mind.
That was until he heard a very curious sound. It sounded like a group of foals laughing, but not the cute little laughter but insulting blahs. Harks flicker back and forth and the gold approaches the base of a mountain where the curious noises sourced. Coming round the corner he sees Illynx disappear into the box, then several other behind her. None came out. Ears lean back. This is ridiculous, he had no desire to join another party, but his curiosity was getting the best of him. Stepping forward the golden timidly steps into the box.
The next full step became jumpy. He snorted with the strange sensation, but out can a “Blah.” Eyes widen. What the fuck. Head down, cloven hooves where normal but where the hell was the rest of his legs! The gold, or at least, the past gold was three feet closer to the ground! And he golden coat! Head turned sharp around, heart beating faster. It was gone, replaced by a sleek black coat. Oh no. Oh no. This can’t- BLAAAAAAH. It rings nearly right in his ear. Lips thin and for the first time the small black goat looks up. What meets him is around twenty other goats. The panic twists to laughter as he realizes what has happened to those who had entered this place. “Blaaah, blaaah, blah” Came the beating laughter. All eyes were on a small turtle, and for good reason, it spoke! What the hell had the golden, or black or whoever the hell he was, eaten this morning because it was surely some smoking weed or maybe some hallucinating gas floated up here. No wonder all the pegasi he’d met so far were crazy.
This was real though, and it wasn’t going away. The turtle called them to the starting line. It seemed the only way to escape this tiny, ugly, and UH smelly body was to follow his lead. He was the only one here who seemed to be what he was supposed to be…well he talked, but that was more normal than horses turning into goats! So a race it would be. Small horned head looked above the backs of others to see the rings ascending the mountain. Tiny black tail wiggles. He had been racing up the Basin mountains for all summer, this shouldn’t be too impossible. Determination settled on him, and he moved in with the rest of them.
And they’re off! Small jolty legs bounce him to the first of the rocks. Body may have gone to pot by some humor of a twisted creature, but he still had his mind. Small back legs bunched up then surged up. Body flailed at the power held in those hinds that sprung him forward. Surprise would have startled him from the rock, but cloven-padded hooves caught the rocks. A smile rose on that small face. The black creature leaps forward again, and though the rocks give he bounds forward, toward and through the first ring. Maybe this ugly, smelly, not-golden body could work.
OOC ::
"speech"
I don't like to gloat,
But look at my form of goat.
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Depthless, dark blue eyes glanced down at the painted white rectangle which lay by the feet of the turtle he had so boyishly followed. They stood at the base of a towering mountain whose peak lay hidden beneath a collar of snow white cloud, and before Kari’s sceptical gaze came again, at last, to rest upon the overwhelmingly cheerful expression of the shelled creature before him, he assessed the monstrosity suspiciously.
In there...? he questioned silently, lips twisting to the side as his lowered his small tapering nose to investigate. The shape looked harmless enough, but Kari was all too aware of life’s uncanny desire to throw curve-balls his way; disguised often as women, mothers who cared enough to butter him up and dump him in the next forest passed, and more often visions to curse his memory and confuse his path. Tiny nostrils snorted apprehensively, but he could no more quell his childish interest, than scale the jagged face of the mountain with his weak wings. One cloven hoof reached towards the gravelly grass within the lines, and the other followed quickly, perhaps more recklessly minded than his hesitant brother.
There were many gathered around, unusual folk that Kari hadn’t one hope of recognizing as Unicorns of Helovia. Although they were far shorter (than even he!), shaggily clad and bleating like the helpless babes of his own kind, the scrawny colt felt a strange affiliation with them. Each goat bore a split hoof much like his own, they were small, and the majority wielded fine curled horns upon narrow brows. Even if Kari’s own horns were brittle and broken, he still felt very much like that was a significant thing they shared in common.
Standing with all four-feet in the turtle’s simple box, the grey colt peered at them. It was strange, they seemed so much bigger suddenly, so much nearer to his... and the ground seemed to have risen. As he stepped out, believing innocently that the game had been quite pointless; he turned to smile at the Earth Turtle, ever cautious and all the more uncertain. He was enormous! Kari could not have fled faster into the crowd, sparing no time for second glances, and even as his slate grey form sank into the sea of like bodies, he knew not how he had been transformed.
READY.SET.GO! The turtle cried behind him.
The swarm of murmuring bodies began at once to writhe, to lunge forward towards the sheer rocky cliff face that bore no sign of common passage. He couldn’t help but follow, realising all at once that the race the turtle had been singing about was this, this churning mass of goats! Without thinking, Kari flung himself up to a boulder jutting from the mountainside. He was instantly intrigued by this strange athleticism- something he had certainly never prided himself on before. Bodies hurled upwards around him, and he followed smugly, entertained; an unnatural competitiveness creeping through his mind.
Up ...his thoughts began to chant all at once, Up and... Up! as his little knobbly legs fought the pull of gravity. He glanced down curiously behind him and the turtle was barely a smear of green below. When blue eyes turned back to the task, they flung apart suddenly, and his nimble new body lurched with a start to the side and quite nearly off the small platform he had paused upon. "FIRE!" he shrieked, watching the heels that had sparked the blaze vanish up ahead. Kari bucked and twirled through the wind as it roared by, feeding the hungry flames as they singed his feathery legs and blazed all the brighter, all the hotter... "My LEGS are hairy!" he continued, his voice shrill with alarm; perhaps shifting priority inappropriately given his situation.
He turned, blowing and blowing at the flames as they grew and climbed still higher up his leg, "Get back, you!"He leapt away, upwards, and stopped again to harry the fire’s advance.
Kari was set alight by Aithniel’s sparking hooves
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
HP:42.5 Helovia Hard Mode
Permission granted at all times to use magic and violence on Kari
Ophelia || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 3 (3) Ulrik || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 4 (4) Oxy || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 1 (1) Beowulf || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 6 (6) Morir || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 3 (3) Sacre || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 2 (2) Aithniel || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 2 (2) Zunden || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 3 (3) Lena || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 3 (3) Erebos || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 1 (1) Rostislav || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 2 (2) Cashmere || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 3 (3) Ciceron || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 1 (1) Illynx || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 3 (3) Rikyn || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 2 (2) Ilios || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 5 (5) Roland || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 6 (6) Biru || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 2 (2) Alija || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 4 (4) Thranduil || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 3 (3) Kari || 1d6 rolled for a total of: 4 (4)
0 | Ophelia | She uses her magic to try and keep ahead, but a few loose rocks tumble down beneath her hooves and cause her to miss a step. He remains in the same position.
0 | Ulrik | The unicorn thinks he is smart to wait to use his magic, but perhaps he should have tried sooner. He remains in the same position.
+1 | Oxy | Perhaps his fear of unknown wraiths drives him forward. He gains ONE PLACE.
x | Beowulf | Do his thoughts of sending others off course cause his own feet to stumble? Perhaps. The large goat goes whirling around the first ring, off course. He is ELIMINATED.
0 | Morir | It is smart of the blind unicorn-made-goat to go slowly and stay with the others. He neither gains nor loses ground, instead he remains in the same position.
+2 | Sacre | Sacre tries to run hard, and so run hard he does, somehow managing to surge ahead of several others. He gains TWO PLACES.
+2 | Aithniel | Small and quick, the goat with demi-god blood is able to surge ahead of many others. She gains TWO PLACES.
0 | Zunden | The feisty filly ran too close to Aithniel and is caught by the fire, forcing her to slow and take a different path. She remains in the same position.
0 | Lena | The pair bide their time for now and do not lose any ground. They remain in the same position.
+1 | Erebos | Trying to keep up with Aithniel proves to be a good strategy. Erebos does not jump quite as fast as her, but he does gain ONE PLACE.
+2 | Rostislav | The odd beast, though now a hindered breed, manages to run ahead. Let him hope he keeps his advantage. He gains TWO PLACES.
0 | Cashmere | Her tail caught by the snapping teeth of one of her generals as he rushes by, Cashmere is slowed and unable to gain any ground. She remains in the same position.
+1 | Ciceron | As his panic subsides, the stallion's realization that this may actually be a fine climb carries him forward. He gains ONE PLACE.
0 | Illynx | Snapping teeth also grab the mutated queen's tail, slowing her down and making her have to leap twice when she only needed to leap once. She remains in the same position.
+2 | Rikyn | The third of the three musketeers also races to the front of the pack, keeping pace with his demi-god half-sister. He gains TWO PLACES.
-1 | Ilios | The colt takes his transformation happily enough, but his short legs cannot leap with the same gusto as some of the adults. He loses ONE PLACE.
x | Roland | To avoid the fire started by Aithniel, the spy must swing very wide of the first ring. A shame. He is ELIMINATED.
+2 | Biru | The stallion must have picked a short route to the first ring. He keeps pace with the young foals and gains TWO PLACES.
0 | Alija | Her pleasant attitude serves her well and she remains with the majority of the pack, in the same position.
0 | Thranduil | The sneak cannot use his silvery words here on the mountain in his goat form. How will he ever come out ahead? For now, he remains in the same position.
0 | Kari | As the last to pass through Aithniel's flames, when they burn the hottest, Kari is slowed and cannot gain any ground. He remains in the same position.
The goats have taken their initial transformation with a grain of salt, and so the turtle decides to reward them with a different grainy, white substance. From above, as the goats hop and scramble and try to gain footing, a powder starts to float down from the sky. At first it is subtle, but then grows to a steady stream that might not block vision but that will become an obstacle in its own right. However, it is not snow, as many of the goats might have thought initially. If any are to stick their tongue out or to lick their nose, they will find that the powder that rains down is actually... SUGAR!
Round two begins here for those who were not eliminated! You have 72 hours to post.
Their tides had yet to be turned: neither spurned nor entranced into considerable folly or gain, the two continued clambering on amongst the mountainside, goat and fox measuring and biding the hands of fate. As Lena dug into the earth, roamed across vast pits and crevasses, Imogen acted as her eyes to the vulnerable hind, continuing to sit across her bouncing haunches, watching as others advanced or fell back (paying close attention to a particular gilded caprine who could have easily been Roland – she made sure not to mention it to her bonded, lest she wish to turn completely around and go hoist him across the finish line with no thought to her own position in the competition. In another time or place, the little creature would have immediately set Lena’s selfless considerations towards their Thief, but now was not the time and she figured he was fine). But the nymph, now a little less elegant and a lot more rugged, bleated some energetic symphony, extending her gaze towards the horizon, causing the kitsune’s attention to become riveted towards the same skyline as the duo blazed along to the next set of rings – something white, crystal-like, fell, like snow along the Basin’s peaks, enriched with chilling contortions. But this wasn’t christened with the rampant, clenching cold, and instead, as the vixen stuck her tongue out to catch one cascading drop, it claimed her mouth in sweet, delicious fervor. What on earth?
Perhaps it was meant to be a distraction by the odd turtle; the wily beast couldn’t be sure. She urged the sylph to proceed in their silent bond (It tastes lovely – but don’t worry about that now!), and decided her own meddling affairs were necessary to get anywhere in this game. With a caustic, Cheshire, bestial smirk, the pale fox brewed zealous, frenetic incantations, drew barbaric breaths, and chased calamity through the lithe proportions of her tiny form. Donning her true, audacious colors, swiftly, quickly, deftly, the embers within her soul burned through the air, cast in various directions, streamlined and embraced by the duplicitous tails and corrupt mouth of her calculating oaths and monstrous whims, pursuing after those behind them, beside them, and in front of them. With any luck, Imogen’s makeshift, infernal snare would trap and maim opponents, allowing Lena to acquire and obtain a grander position.
[Imogen sends fire to those behind, in front, and beside Lena.]
Excitement churned and burned within the lad, boiled and seared against his drumming blood, and as Rikyn joined them, he thought there was nothing the three of them couldn’t do – their motley crew could’ve marched against the beat of time, gallivanted through valleys and wide dunes, or strolled up mountainsides as goats, their possibilities and powers were endless, imminent, omniscient, pernicious and gilded. While Aithniel’s embers scorched creatures around them, while Rikyn ambled ahead, Erebos’ wanton desires and rampant yearnings seethed and scintillated through his frame, urged him onward, pervaded like poignant, siren songs, effortlessly plotting their grand adventures, imagining their eternal victories, with every plunge, every step, every stride of his goat hooves. The next set of rings would christen and anoint them with the regal stature of augured glory, he was sure, he was certain, he was positive, convinced and swayed –
- a piece of white fluff fell on his nose.
He almost stopped immediately to regard it, curiosity slinking and slithering, nearly overcoming his prior commitments for the sake of inquiry and interest. Instead, he continued forward and attempted to stare at it, bleating towards his comrades about the strangest little thing dazzling his maw, and then more fell from the sky, and his senses were overloaded, overwhelmed, with the hasty predilections to touch the light, airy crystals. As he ran, trying desperately not to trip and fall, he stuck his tongue out to the side, attempting a vivid, wild capture of the unearthly fringe, bring it back to his mouth for further investigation. Luckily, he managed to settle a few along his lips without stumbling over various rocks and pebbled wakes, and it was a wonder he didn’t cease all movement for a second time when the taste flooded through his sentiments. It was so sweet! It was heavenly! It was divine! He bleated again to inform his friends about this wonderful, tasty delight, swinging to the left in attempt to catch more of the delicious powder, twisting haphazardly in their gathered sanction en route to the rings (perhaps, if he consumed enough, the sugar would leave him with a burst of energy and not a pungent stomach ache).
so make me your deadman, with only poison in my veins,
stuck in your wonderland,
stagnated by the passivity, I'm gonna make you b l e e d like me;
His plan worked, of course, but as the sound of clappering hooves and strained breath moved on ahead and he didn't move at all, the blind goat found itself frowning in displeasure. He hadn't joined a race to lose after all, and this bloke - or whatever it was, the scents were too jumbled up to tell genders without sniffing the up close - was just not fast enough for his tastes. Now that there were others up ahead he didn't need a guide to make his way up, he could just follow the sounds of the vanguard and overtake them - with a bit of luck.
With that decision made the black, hairy, bow-legged creature tried to step out and pass the creature in front of him, tripping and stumbling on the uneven surface but persistently attempting to increase the speed. He barely flinched when something started to fall from the sky and pelted back and face; hail, he presumed at first, and thought nothing of it. But since the ground didn't get slick and slippery and no chill in the air could be felt he found it odd enough to give it a second thought. Reaching out a long, shockingly pink tongue he caught a grain and tasted it, surprised to find it incredibly sweet.
What was this, it was a taste like nothing he'd eaten before! Pleasantly surprised the goat-horse kept licking up the sugar as he went, and after a while he felt a great surge of energy lift the spirit and give the feet strength. Bleating almost happily he made another effort to push on, following the front group towards and through the second loop.
wc: 277
ooc: try to pass the ones before him and join the front of the pack. Licks at the sugar and get a sugarrush!
08-18-2014, 09:21 PM (This post was last modified: 08-18-2014, 09:21 PM by Rostislav.)
I BLAAAAAAH with glee as I pass one goat after another, some because I'm just that amazing, and some because my teeth are snapping at their tails and dragging them down. I notice that I've pulled one of my own herdmates - the Mason Cashmere - down as well, and when I look over my shoulder I see she is quite aways behind me. I turn my head with the strange little horns ahead and look onward toward the next hoop. It seems to be going well, but then, it starts to snow. I think. It comes down and I expect it to be cold, even though it's Orangemoon. But it's not cold at all, and it's too grainy to be snow. BLAAAAAAAAH! As I bleat, my tongue darts out, and I find that it is not snow, but SUGAR. I'm not really even sure what to make of this. BLAAAAAAAH! This is so strange.. But I'm a goat.. should I be surprised? I continue struggling up the mountain but the stupid sugar is making it hard to grip and even harder to see. I ram my little horns at whatever is nearby, hoping to jam against goaty hindquarters.
Better yet, what a good time to use the magic that the Earth God has bestowed upon me. I concentrate as I lift one cloven hoof and stomp it hard against the mountainside. There's a rumbling, and around me and where I've traveled, the rock crumbles and lifts into the air, then shoots down the mountainside at everyone behind me. Those who aren't quick on their feet are likely to get hit by the falling rock, or stumble upon it as it rolls down to the ground. I find it quite convenient that my magic works so well with this setting - SUGAR OR NOT GODDAMNIT. "BLAAAAAAH-HAHAHAHA-AAHH!"
WC: 303 Uses earth magic to send rocks down at everyone behind him.
This could be going better. Much better. Despite my efforts and all that I've been trying to do, working as hard as I possibly can (and in good spirits too!), I'm still not getting anywhere. Many fellow unicorn-goats pass me, some that I know, included. I BLAAAAAAH! in pain as someone grabs my dinky little tail and pulls me back. I think it might be one of the generals of the Falls - Oxy or Rostislav - but I can't tell for sure. I bleat after them and snap my own teeth in frustration. It's not much use, though, and I'm still struggling to keep up with the rest of them. Something begins to fall from the sky, white and small. I think at first it might be snow. As it lands on my nose, though, it smells sweet. Snow doesn't smell sweet. What could this be? I shake my head vigorously to rid myself of the increasing whiteness. I stick my tongue out to test my theory, and find myself incredibly correct - it's sugar! I don't know why there's sugar falling so thoroughly from the sky, but I suppose that doesn't matter. I giggle at the thought and plunge ahead.
But my life is not going to be made any easier by those surrounding me. Those that have gained ground and are ahead of me seem determined to make this so much harder for me. Suddenly fire is flying back at me - I can't tell from where - and I'm ducking and dodging as I try to avoid getting burned. I feel the tops of my little goat ears get singed and I bleat with pain. And then there are rocks flying down at me! Luckily it's only small stones that hit me, but they hurt all the same and I decide then and there that I'm not friends with any of these assholes!! I let out a little goat snort and BLAAAAAAAAHH at everyone around me. Damnit I'm not giving up yet! I see the next hoop coming up through the sugary skies and I hop through it, continuing to run after all those who are pulling ahead of me.
WC: 359 Poor thing just trying to dodge all the horrible things flying at her!
08-18-2014, 10:34 PM (This post was last modified: 08-18-2014, 10:34 PM by Ophelia.)
Ophelia saw so many others join in the race, all around her, and she was entirely overwhelmed. Everyone was a goat, so she really had no idea who anyone was. Part of her was pleased by this revelation, actually. For once, she did not know anyone here, and she smiled, making her way to the first ring. Even through she tried to use her magic, she didn't really think that it had worked on anyone, because as she tried to make the climb, her little goat hooves slipped.
She gasped as she tumbled, expecting pain to radiate through her knees, but fortunately, she was a goat! Her short legs made quick work of the fall and she quickly got back up, but not before a slew of others raced past her, including one who was spewing fire all over the place! Reckless! Ophelia continued as fast as she could, climbing the mountain and using what lean, speed muscle she had. Ophelia did not make a very good goat.
A white substance then began to fall from the sky, and Ophelia was glad for the snow. However, as it started building up in the ground while she approached the next ring, she realized that it was more like sand on the Tides than snow. What even was this stuff? Unwilling to try it out lest she get a lung full of dust, she pushed onward. Tinek decided to help and flew just ahead of her, using his wings to shield Ophelia from the onslaught of sugar.
#WC: 255
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
08-18-2014, 10:41 PM (This post was last modified: 08-18-2014, 10:42 PM by Ulrik.)
It was obvious to Ulrik from the start that Kirchoff would be of absolutely no help. He could still hear the beast howling from below, and he grimaced as well as a goat could grimace. Though Ulrik was normally quite adept at mountain climbing as a unicorn, he found his skills quite usurped by this goat body. Perhaps being so much larger and muscular was to his detriment here, and he grumbled under his breath as everyone else seemed to pass by save for a few who tripped.
Still, he carried onward and upward, going through the first ring and grunting with every step forward. Suddenly, or well, rather suddenly for Ulrik, something that was definitely not snow began to fall from the sky, and he blinked the white from his dark lashes, huffing slightly. The Earth was an interesting mistress whom he respected deeply, but sometimes she could just be a real bitch. (Ulrik still has no idea that the Earth God is male).
At first he was unperturbed by the falling stuff, but then it sort of began to build up in crevices and not go away. The buggery fluff got stuck between his toes and made him slip and trip as he went on, but one of the other contestants seemed to have a dragon shield. Normally he would not approve of dragons, but the mindless beast was helping so...
He got closer to the white goat and tried to use the dragon shield, but getting tired of that, he summoned his magic and created for himself a little mechanical UMBRELLA. He held the umbrella from a handle that stuck 90 degrees from the stem, and the mechanical, metal thing whirred and clicked as it spun, sending white stuff spewing all over the place.
Aithniel turned to see Rikyn has a hairy goat, and as he started laughing at her, she started laughing at him! She giggle uncontrollably and then laughed even more as he nodded to Illynx, the gigantor goat with curly horns. When the race started though, she focused on actually racing. She really had no reason to be competitive except for the fact that she sought approval that she rarely ever received.
So, when she found herself at the head of the crowd with Rikyn, she grinned at him excitedly and let out a bleat of joy. Aithniel continued racing forward, running on short little legs and hoping that Rikyn kept up with her. Since she never looked over her back, she didn't see Erebos, but she would be sure to see him at the end of the race.
When white stuff started to fall from the sky that was not snow or sand, she hummed and stuck out her tongue. The taste was exquisite. It was so SWEET! Like nothing she had ever really tasted before! As she ran forward to the next ring, she had her mouth wide open, swallowing as much of the tasty stuff that she possibly could.
Well, she had never had sugar before, and her young, little body had a great metabolism. The child developed one nasty and effective sugar high. Literally bounding with energy, Aithniel giggled, laughed and ran as fast as she could, jumping here and there without hesitation and kicking up her heels to create more FIRE.
The yank on her tail drew an undignified yelp from her lips, which would have been much more regal and full of vengeance had it not come out in a goat’s timorous voice. Her eyes narrow and her massive set of horns are pivoted on her strong neck as she looks for the assailant as he breezes by, forgetting again that he would not look as he once had and wasting what few moments she had to return the favor trying to catch a glimpse of his face, rather than filling it chock full of blue sparks.
An agitated sound escapes her mouth, especially when the unknown assailant just breezes right on by her and is soon up ahead with what looks like her two kids and Erebos, along with an unknown man of painted coloration, if the stink his billy frame gave off was any indication of his gender; a sweeping of pride fills her to know that the babes of her home are succeeding and doing well by the mountain’s reputation to have pulled ahead so soon.
It’s equally crushed by the fact that she’s being beaten by children.
She should have expected more deviousness on behalf of the turtle, but is still taken by surprise when white powder drifts down from the sky and is gritty her eyes quite unlike rain water or snow; it begins to burn ever so slightly as she bounds forward and before long, she is a large, dual horned, weeping nanny attempting to catch up with the rest of the flock. Stubbornly refusing to taste whatever it is falling through the sky out of her natural distrust of anything not natural or just like her, her lips remained sealed to the delights that fall from above.
Fire rises nearby, and her golden eyes flash towards it as she moves aside enough to hopefully be able to skirt it before she’s a nice, well cooked entrée for Saffron to come pick up later. The same idiot who’d grabbed her tail is up ahead and seems to have started a mini avalanche – which makes her goat ears pin to her skull and her heart clench in heated anger at the fool. He could have killed everyone for a sake to win! Obviously, the tail grabber had never lived on a mountain.
She may have to… show him some time.
Thankfully, she’s enough paces behind to dash and skirt the rocks as they fall, not quite avoiding a few and winding up with an awfully sore shoulder and a bruised ass from where the stones had collided with her body; a few ankle sores now relinquished tiny beads of blood where the scurry had worn away her thick fur, but the pain of it all is ignored as best as she can as she charges ahead, no longer intent on winning but on pinning the idiot throwing rocks to the ground and poking his eyes out.
[ OOC: Gets pegged by a few rocks on the way down and is now hauling ass trying to catch Rotislav to punch him. xDDD ]
My friends and I surge ahead of the pack along with a couple of others at first, our small size apparently an advantage in addition to Aithniel’s pretty fires that trailed out behind us and left the others to dodge and dive to avoid them. It’s all such a rush that I’m soon swept away in it all, my eyes trained on the next golden hoop and the obstacles ahead, a ball of joy caught in my heart that burns and wriggles and goads me forward; I do not notice when Erebos falls behind, at least not until I hear his bleat of surprise and am soon making one of my own as the sugar falls from above.
A tentative application of my tongue to my lips leaves me wide eyed and delighted, the taste more glorious than any of the crap momma has made me eat, and I’m soon running along with the tip of my pink tongue poking out of my dark lips to catch the tasty stuff as I bound along. A hearty stream of laughter escapes me as I glance over at Aithniel – her mouth wide open to catch all that she can as she runs along and spouts more fire out of her hooves.
A loud boom makes me jump twice as high as I had been, the sound of falling stone grinding against the mountainside behind me so ugly that I refuse to turn around to look. I hope my parents can handle the falling stones okay, thankful that I’m up here with the guy who started the rockslide rather than down there where gravity was taking it.
A sudden urge for the other unicorns up here with me and Aithniel to slow down and back off becomes pressing in my conscious in the realization that they are a danger to her, to the point that it almost hurts my head is so full with the notion. I look over at the contestants running so nearby us and feel the air compress in my lungs as it seems some sort of… force escapes me and ventures in their direction.
I stare with wide eyes from the path to the golden ring ahead and to my opponents with horrified wonder, both afraid for the sensations that had just filled me and curious as to what it all means.
Maybe it’s just this strange white stuff. I do feel like I could suddenly run across Helovia at the speed of sound even as it felt like my guts where trying to spew out my head.
[ OOC: Rikyn eats sugar! It is tasty. He uses his puppet magic on accident (and for the first time eeee) to try and gain Aithniel and himself some places, realizing its probably safer to be in front after Rotislav’s rockslide. ]
All this goat racing is exhausting, but, it seems he had found a shortcut! He bounded forward, Anna at his heels through the ring, and up the steep slope. His stubby body seemed to provide a lot better footing than he had hoped for- good thing he wasn't still a horse! That would've been one sight to see.
He notices a few others are running with him, and in all honesty, he just wants to avoid all problems before they arise. It seemed though, that lots near the front of the pack were trying to disturb the other places, and keep them behind. He caught a few falling rocks, but nothing big. But the heat, good lord the heat, so much fire magic! He tried to stay towards the edge, keeping in front of the pack as he ran.
Then, suddenly, something odd happened. It was raining! But... white powder? He looked out of his eye to see Anna stop, and taste the rain. She flashed images of sweet items like apples, and other delicious fruits that they sometimes would get. She bleated and decided she was staying behind to eat the precious sugar. Oh well, her loss to not see what is at the top! He did however, lick his nose once. It was so sweet! Well, at least it wasn't falling frogs or something a little more harmful. As the buildup grew of the rocks, he attempted to fling sugar-coated rocks at those behind him.
Nearing the leap, he aimed, jumped, and fired! Hopefully he landed unscathed, and still on top, on the other side.
[biru is trying to kick sugar-coated rocks at horses behind him].
As if fire was not enough, the blue, cloudless heavens began to spew snow, pure tiny particles and falling fast- only, as Kari stood amid the veil, he was neither cold nor wet. Ocean blue eyes wandered upwards curiously, squinting through long lashes to assess the substance descending. At least the flames rising up his shaggy foreleg had been extinguished, the skin beneath blistered, the hair singed and smelling like something freshly roasted. It was quite repulsive, and the colt fought the urge to investigate. The weather was far more entrancing anyway.
Moist warm tongue extended suddenly to taste the air and caress twitching lips. This isn’t snow! It was too sweet, a little crunchy, neither of which he could remember a blizzard being. It was quite delicious actually, and jaws parted as his chin lifted to sample more of the falling treat. Goats were still barrelling by up the side of the mountain, and it occurred to Kari suddenly that their number was dwindling while he stood idle- it was a race that he would very likely lose at the rate he was travelling. With a mind reeling beneath the effect of gobbled sugar, the colt began again to move, leaping with agility he found hard to believe from one small rocky protrusion to another.
There was a rumble ahead, above, and his gaze danced warily to find its cause. Rocks scattered around him, the first perhaps of a greater landslide, but it was not the rocks which worried him at that moment. Again the glow of intense fire laminated his fearful eyes. He was wiser though second time round, unwilling to fall victim to the burning magic as it trekked voraciously to find him. The little goat paused to gather his strength, and as the fire bore down, he hurled himself right and well out of the way. Stones still clattered down around him, threatening the climb of those around him- and they seemed to be multiplying.
Kari’s confidence was growing with every successful leap, and every conquering bound. He felt sure footed, nimble, and not as frail as he had less than an hour before. As the rocks tumbled by, the colt dodged them carefully, eyes peeled and heart pounding to the thrum of coursing adrenaline. "Blaaaa!" he cried out bravely, furrowing his brow and launching again through the air.
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
HP:42.5 Helovia Hard Mode
Permission granted at all times to use magic and violence on Kari
Stubby goat legs land on the other side of the ring. The black one was mid pack, and that tiny head leaned down in effort. Goat body kicked up as he asked for more speed, but those little goat legs were not the long lean legs he knew. They jumped up and over rocks, bounding with an odd, rough grace, but no more speed could be gained. There were other problems too. Those in front were having a bit of fun. The sight of twenty goats rushing up the side of a mountain was strange enough, but then the black muzzle was tickled by a flake of white. Pace slowed just slightly, his jumps a little less of a force as more white began to come raining down. Mouth hung open in disbelief and a small flake landed on his tongue. Mouth salivated, heartbeat. He kept his little stubby legs going, but his mind was crazed with this sweet treat. The black, now white blanketed creature grabbed at the sweet snow. It almost distracted him.
Cracks resound through the air above the sound of twenty running goats. Head snaps up and sees the tumbling boulders raining down the hillside towards him. Small eyes widen and those jumping legs bunch together and leap the black goat up and over the first. More come tumbling down and these he cannot jump so easily. Breath comes fast and hard as he jerks left then right to escape them. This carries him away from Lena’s pet’s flames, but Aithniel’s can’t be missed. A small spark had ignited some twigs. BLAAAEEEEEH! The black goat cries out as he dodges the flickering light. The heat can be felt like a burning touch on his side, but it does alight the sugar covered goat. Now muscles were twisting, twitching, and itching. The sugar was buzzing through him and it pushed him through the next ring and hopefully closer to the front.
OOC :: He manages to miss most of the rocks and Imogen's fire, but gets a little thinner coat on right side as he dodges Aithnel's fire.
"speech"
I don't like to gloat,
But look at my form of goat.
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Turning into a goat had been one of the weirdest things he would likely ever experience but the grey began to accept it all in stride. Many things were beyond their control it was just a matter of adapting to each situation the best you could and trying to make the best of it. His positive outlook on the whole situation seemed to help his progress as he somehow managed to zip past a couple of the other contestants who had fallen or gotten caught up in the pack. The creature in which he had morphed into seemed to carry its instinctual traits allowing him to reach places that before he would never have dreamed of. Cloven hooves gripped into the dirt easily and managed to land appropriately on the rocks without fail as he hopped along strangely enough he was starting to actually enjoy the activity.
Daring only once to look back to the few behind him the fire was enough to propel him forward with more purpose as he had no plans of becoming roasted again. Leaping to some of the higher rocks was a little bit of a challenge but the agile stocky body of this goat handled it well hopefully pushing him ahead of a couple more contestants. Eyes gazed upwards as a white powder began to fall all around catching his interest as its sweet aroma filled the air. Sweet snow? No it wasn't cold... Flicking his tongue to lick at the powder accumulating upon his short snout delight filled his little goat brain. Sugar!! This was more like it!! Pausing momentarily to shake the accumulation from his shaggy hair he clued into the other objects moving up ahead. Shit rockslide and fire?! Twisting his body around to narrowly avoid the first of many rocks he lept forward trying to get to higher ground as fast as possible. Lowering his head so that the massive horns upon his head were forward he continued along trying to knock the falling boulders aside when he couldn't avoid the odd one. The first attempt temporarily stunned him as the force but he was amazed that his head didn't actually hurt as much as he would have thought. Goats apparently had really hard heads!!
Grinning to himself as his tongue flicked around collecting sugar from his nose an idea began to form. As the next rock came barreling towards him he paced himself angling his horns to catch the rock between them so he could toss it over the edge letting it become the problem of those who were behind him. Spotting the second ring ahead excitement bubbled up inside him in sheer delight unless it was the sugar making his muscles twitch in excess energy, either was a possibility.
Summary: Ciceron tries to avoid the falling objects the best he can by dodging them as they come. Figures out that the sugar is delicious and develops an idea to slow others behind him. Using his large horns (characteristic to his goat breed) he tries to toss the oncoming boulders over the edge and into the path of others below him.
Stumpy legs aside, Sacre blinked in surprise as he found he'd passed two other goats, his rather headless had at least kept him in contention for now. His feelings raged inside as he panicked at remaining in this form and Inari, who had recovered from his fit of humour, kept close company to try and reassure his worried bonded. Every time he tried to say something or make an exclamation, all he heard was the strange scream of a goat, the kind that ripped through the mind making the eyes wince. Each time it happened his little body would jump a little in surprise, expecting to hear his normal equine like tones rather than the rabid sound of a nervous mammal with strange ears and a beard! Sacre wasn't sure about the beard and was slightly worried it aged him, what would Tandavi think of him should she she him like this! Oh praise the Gods please turn him back soon! For now, the colt tried his upmost to concentrate on the race, knobbly knees and all.
As stark blue eyes focussed on the next ring, the sky grew full with something sweet and white grains fell from heaven like snow. At first, Sacre thought it was indeed the white stuff he had grown so used to when living amongst the unicorns of the Basin, yet when it touched his rough goat fur it didn't melt like snow should. Instead it lingered, slowly turning his brown coat white and sticking stubbornly, his tongue would catch the odd sprinkling and all he could taste was a wonderful sugary sweetness. The young kid made a goat like "wow" noise, opening his mouth more to catch the sugar as it fell, tasting the addicting candied rain and Inari did the same thing whilst jumping in the air and flicking his tail from one side to the other.
Beside the wonderful, new white sugar that fell like snow from the sky, magic was rife around them. Sacre could hear the cracking that signalled the falling of rocks, fire and burning could be smelt through the sweetness, reminding him that he was surrounded by strangers. Trying his best, the young spy tried to pour his energy into his little legs, hoping to escape the worst of the magic dealt whilst something else seemed to slip out of him. Like the combination of goat, sugar, race and danger had all combined for this moment to happen, a loss of control Sacre didn't even know he had been keeping and to anybody nearby, they may just find themselves thirsty. The magic was a volatile one, white sweat would turn red and suddenly the mouth would gag for something other than sugar. It was magic Sacre didn't even know he had, until now, when the feeling of something exploding within him vibrated though his body.
The colt shrugged it off with a flicker of worry in his eye as Inari gave him a confused glance. Sacre motioned to the ring before them and together, they jumped through it.
[W/C: 510
Magic Use: Sacre uses his dehydration magic which was randomly aimed at the nearest horse/goat]
But I'm cold as the wind blows
so hold me in your arms;
Hopping from place to place, though you're still not entirely sure why, you follow the others up the side of the mountain towards a ring and pass through. If you could differentiate this herd of goats, you might be upset to find that your co-general has surged ahead of you, along with a variety of youngsters. But since you cannot tell it is him, owing to the fact that you're no longer a horse, but instead a goat, you do not feel any flame of anger or rage boil up within you. Perhaps it is for the better. You might be inclined to try and bite or kick about, like some of the others are doing. But as a trained warrior, you're certain you might just send someone tumbling all the way back down this mountain to the starting box.
Maybe if you go back a second time, you will be returned to horse form?
Regardless, as if this whole situation isn't idiotic enough, it begins to snow. Figures. You snort rudely and continue to bounce about, not stupid enough to stick your tongue out as a variety of others are. But what to do... your competitive spirit, despite the fact that you don't really know what's going on, drives you to want to win. So, like the true asshole that you are, you call up your blood magic and try to release it on... well, whoever might be around you, really. Anything to slow the others down- especially any of those that were ahead of you. Pressing onward, you try to jump higher and faster up the side of this precarious mountain, reckless despite the ever-increasing amount of snow piling up around your hooves.
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