"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
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.
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Having his hearing back was better than he thought it would. At first it seemed like a silent holiday, but the longer it went on the more cumbersome it became. His patrolling had become more arduous, and his obligations were carried out less efficiently than he might have liked. Apparently hearing the voices of others, even when he couldn't always understand them, was more beneficial than he had previously thought.
He had poured one bucket of oil onto the land bridge as the Sun God instructed, but the other bucket, the one crafted by Cera, contained the rest of the oil that he and his Builder had found. It was dark and glistened with a rather beautiful sheen, reflecting all sorts of colours back at him as the light bounced off of its dark surface. Nostrils flaring Gaucho set the bucket down next to Dragon's Tree, thinking that perhaps shade was good for the oil. If it burned perhaps it would ignite in the sun as well? He didn't know, but this struck him as a good idea.
He glanced around for Sikeax who was in charge of this little project. He didn't know what they were going to do with the oil next, whether it was going to be placed on torches or dug into a ditch or ignited some other way. Certainly enough in the Throat had fire magic, so beginning the blaze wouldn't be a problem, nor would keeping it contained. Almost nothing in the Throat burned - and certainly the sands would stop a blaze from spreading should anything be spilled.
Flexing his wings lazily, Gaucho looked up to regard the sun with a gentle sigh. Which would come first? The festival or the completion of their task? He didn't know, although he assumed it would be the former. Gaucho still had more tasks to complete on his end apparently, but the Throat as a whole had to complete their end of the deal as well. He didn't feel that all of his herd felt the same fire in their souls to finish as he did. The thought made him weary and frustrated, for this was not a task that he could simply do for them. They needed to do it all together.
Gaucho is dropping off the other bucket of oil for the festival!
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Like a comet, ablaze with all of the fury of the sun he descended from the unmarred northern sky and set weathered hooves brazenly upon the coastal borderline of Dragon’s Throat. He was no inferno however, he was Hector, loyal servant of the Sun and devoted dragon warrior, and he had returned at last, with Veci twirling by his side. Twice horned skull lifted high into the golden noon, exposing glistening golden-red which carved exquisitely up the length of his throat and he roared! The brilliant sound of allegiance spilled through the arid land, flooding both crevice and plane, announcing to all that they had arrived.
Clouds of dust lifted as he set off at a brisk gallop, and the roar of brackish sea behind grew dull beneath the thunder of his resolute stride. Copper threads, silken and rippling like streamers in the wind, rode proudly each flex of his arching neck, and wings which seemed to glisten beneath the fond stroke of the hot sun sat ajar by his heaving, sweat-laced flanks. Hector and Veci closed quickly on the familiar haze of lush emerald – the oasis, nestled in the centre of parched hell, and a sheer grin peeled clear of clenched, marbled teeth. What had he missed during his time on assignment? Certainly the herd, once thriving and glorious had seemed in a pitiful state on his departure months before and it had troubled him to leave...
Together stallion and Boggart broke through the lush foliage of paradise, and pumping nostrils drew deeply the scent of rich life – pollen adrift, humidity and the stench of strange bodies. Hector was pleased. Their numbers had not perhaps, diminished altogether. Thoughts grazed by the Starry-Eyed, the Transcended, and the nature of their unpretentious reign; personally he thought their ideals of peace and unity between worlds was farfetched, it spelt naught but weakness to those ravenous eyes of the north – neon lights blazing ‘come take us down!’ Perhaps sense had come to them however, and he scoffed loudly as lips sank at last into the cool, sweet lake to drink; to taste the home he had missed so awfully.
Belly full and mind restored, Hector was little inclined to mull in the shade with the butterflies. With no other in sight, curiously, he turned. We hit the skies... he informed his wandering companion sternly, reeling him back from a copse like a fish on a line. For so long they had toiled and Veci longed for relief – for any unsuspecting pilgrim to prey upon. Now, Veci! Sound knees swivelled beneath his considerable weight as the chestnut giant turned back to the goat track winding away through the restless undergrowth. His body craved battle, his blood boiled with excitement, and as soon as a glade opened around him vast wingspan unfurled and he took to the air.
He sailed in the direction of the land bridge, naturally, but hunting eyes fell abruptly upon the dithering form of another stallion – a familiar profile, a brother in arms. Instantly he was descending and Veci danced down like only a breath of wind to inspect the Wildfire and his serpent companion. "Gaucho!" Hector called brightly ahead of a clean, skilled landing and when he spoke again he could barely contain the chaotic mix of delight, relief and surprise, "Praise the Sun you have returned." And he did, eyes lifted in thankful prayer. As they lowered again, their interest was caught by the black pool of oil in the bucket by the other stallion’s hooves. "What in fire’s name are you doing?"
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
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Gaucho's head rose immediately at the sound of feathers and air. He watched as the stallion descended, his robust clay-coloured form becoming larger and larger as he neared. Hector in fact was the largest mortal he had met here, presumably larger than Archibald (although perhaps not, but their meeting had been so long ago that Gaucho couldn't quite remember his exact measurements, other than that he was big). Still, no intimidation or fear crept onto the Wildfire's features. Instead, he watched with a joyful and relaxed gaze as Hector landed.
"Brother!" He returned, his voice deep and filled with mirth and ease. After seeing so many who didn't belong in their borders within, after so much spying and creeping around by the Basin, it was a welcomed weight lifted off of his soul to see another that truly belonged here.
Gaucho nodded, although could nearly say the same to Hector. Had the tribrid simply been away on assignment this whole time? With Africa's disappearance and Sohalia's absence he still wasn't entirely sure what the itinerary of some of his missing members were. Like Meg, Gaucho assumed they had merely gone off after the attacks. Perhaps this was not so. "Yes. Beginning of Frostfall Gaucho come back. Gaucho called away ... then have memories taken. But Gaucho find Ophelia who called Gods to help Gaucho. Sun God come and restore memories." It felt odd, given all that had transpired between himself and the new Basin Lady, to paint her in a light that made her seem so charitable and giving. Snorting, Gaucho dismissed these thoughts. Now was not the time. He shrugged his blue-striped shoulders as if to indicate this was all in the past now. "Sun God tell Gaucho to return to Throat and lead again. African not here when Gaucho return so ... " Then, with a frown knowing that the warrior deserved the fully story, continued. "Sohalia leave too...Leave to find materials for the Academy Tandavi start.." Again his voice seemed to trail off. The Academy was ... not a pursuit he entirely understood, its value mostly lost on him. Still, it was important to his (former?) mate and the herd, and so he had allowed it. Although as more and more time passed, pulling Sohalia from her duties as Sultana his conviction in the idea wavered considerably. However now with Sohalia gone and so much on the Throat's plate the reason for her disappearance hardly seemed important.
Looking to the bucket in response to Hector's question, Gaucho chuckled slightly, a grin pulling at his dark lips. "That ... long story. Have been many attacks on Dragon's Throat. You remember invasions from before. Basin still attacking us now, try to steal our family. So Gaucho go to Sun God, decide to make Throat into an island. That way we control who come here and who can't." Gaucho seemed oblivious to the fact that those with wings could ever be a threat to their family, for they never had before. "So Gaucho on quest. Have to get materials to explode bridge." Nosing towards the bucket he continued, "Oil from Endless blue step one. Herd is on a quest too - since Throat will be an island need a way to have non-pegasi get on and off. We want to make a magical bridge that lets them fly. So herd have to get items from other herds and fire and a stone. One bucket of oil already on land bridge for Gaucho's quest. This bucket help for fire."
Pausing, Gaucho realized just how much was going on with the Throat as he realized that this oil was also meant to play a part in the Throat's festal for the Sun. His smile widened as pride blossomed in his chest. His family had come so far, where doing so much ... He only hoped that this quest would be enough to keep them safe. "Tallsun coming. Throat will use some oil to keep lights burning for Sun God's festival."
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Majestic wings, speckled with smouldering orange, shrank back from a hearty salute to fold in rest to either side of the Warrior’s thick barrel. His conscientious gaze studied the Wildfire’s expression closely and clever eyes danced momentarily between the coloured tribal tattoo surrounding one glistening blue eye and the old bone fastened through skin between his smoky nostrils.
He was a fierce, primordial looking, sounding, character, and as Hector listened with forward pressed ears to the account detailed in brief, a small smirk grazed his twitching lips. Ophelia... The name was familiar and there was indeed a pale, horned face that came to mind. "...of the Foothills?" He asked only partly intentionally, thinking aloud. Of course the Windswept Foothills were no longer, and he had made a vain attempt to visit Midas in the new rubble territory which replaced it, just recently.
The harsh sound of Gaucho’s snort between sentences pulled Hector from thought and he shook his ivory horned face abruptly, silky hair sweeping away a cloud of incessant flies from his eyes. It became quickly apparent that a great deal had changed in the desert in a very short space of time – probably for the better, he thought quietly to himself and a thoughtful nod followed the trailing of words as the antlered stallion’s voice faded.
"Aye," he sighed at mention of the invasions, frustration pooling boldly behind the glint of his sun-kissed gaze. The Basin seemed to be relentless folk, most without morals or compassion, and it bothered Hector enormously to learn of their continued aggression; on the contrary, he was more than impressed by the Wildfire’s idea of restricting admission into the Throat – he often reflected over the days under Kri the Resolute’s rule, when Pegasi brought glory to the Sun and his desert. Maybe this plan would see that reputation again infiltrate the other territories and instil in them again the respect Dragon’s Throat so deserved.
Eyes were ablaze with interest and they fell again to the oil with Gaucho’s.
"Well set me to work!" The giant boomed impatiently, flame-patterned throat stiffening beneath his skull as it hurled into the air. "My heart aches for service, by body for battle. Perhaps before I settle in to this quest business I will make trips to the Threshold and Sky Island. It still exists?" Ears wavered curiously across his poll, keen to learn if the land of the Gods was still hanging – perhaps there would be a new opponent waiting in the sand for him. It would be a quick visit to both, and then he would sink both heart and soul into the quest; into the Sun God’s festival.
How grand!
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
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Gaucho shook his antlered skull with a grunt at the mention of Ophelia being of the Foothills. How long ago had that been? It felt like an entire lifetime .. Kri had been in charge. Had Midas? Or was it Sumati? Regardless, he remembered waking early in the morning and flying alongside his small group - was it only the four of them who had gone to aid with the invasion of the Foothills? He had helped Ophelia then. It made him grimace to think of what their relationship had turned into now. "Basin now." He grunted with a I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it shrug.
Gaucho nodded in response to the orange giant's query about the island. "Still there. Gaucho see big turtle there only yesterday ... appear with balls that tinkle. Gave out gifts. Very strange." He concluded, dark brows furrowed together as if he didn't quite believe that he had seen the creature he had just described. If so many witnesses hadn't been present - his own son amongst them - he might not have.
"Careful on island. Murder happened there. And reports of worms that eat flesh. Be watchful." The latter comment was more of a courtesy than actual advice. Hector was his most decorated warrior - there was no need to tell his copper brother that which he already knew. Hector would be alert. Besides, there would be a lot of flesh for the worms to chew through first in order to take Hector down.
"If need job, ask Sia. She new Sun Physician. All planning go through her." Did Hector know the pale mare of whom he spoke? Of course he would. Sikeax had been in the herd for some time now. Flicking his tail, he smiled inwardly at how together his family had become. When was the last time they worked so diligently as a group? When was the last time they cared about a unified cause? It seemed far too long. "Think they need torches for fire, and limestone cleared." Gaucho actually wasn't sure what was needed actually. He had brought the oil - his one and only task. He knew his son - the one who was left anyways - had gone to the heart caves for glowing moss, knew that others were collecting various foods or delivering invitations but .. he had been entirely serious when he said Sikeax was in charge.
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12-30-2014, 12:57 PM (This post was last modified: 01-08-2015, 09:26 PM by Megaera.)
Megaera
Megaera loved the desert. Especially now, when the rare rains of birdsong made even the most barren parts of the Throat lush and full of life. Warm as it always was, but now even the harshness was buffered away by the generous growth. It was paradise. Over this paradise sailed the speck that was the little warrior. She flew high, as she often did, and in her contented mood she let the winds pull her back and forth through the sky in playful curves. Black tipped feathers fluttered, making their own whispered salutations to the sun that warmed them from above. The fine weather was not the only source of the mare’s good humor, but the task she was set to was pleasurable as well. The mighty patron of the Throat had set them a task, one to protect the herd, and Meg was more than happy to contribute, Even the thought of venturing back near the fires of the Heart didn’t agitate her like she might have expected. She would collect a branch to carry the fire, it seemed right that it should come from the old Dragon’s Blood tree, and then head north to meet with Alija and Spice. Fighter though she was, it was a bit of a relief to take a break from patrols and the grief that lived outside the Throat’s borders and to simply enjoy being home.
High above the Oasis, she spotted the ancient tree, and beneath it, Gaucho. He must have returned from collecting the oil, Meg thought with satisfaction as she circled down toward the ground. There was another shape, the fiery chestnut monstrosity, and it was a moment before recognition clicked in Meg’s mind. Hector! Perhaps they hadn’t know each other that well, but Meg had seen enough of him during the wraith invasion to be glad to know this brother-in-arms was still part of the Throat. The smile on her features widened as she touched down and moved forward to where the two stallions conversed. From the bits of their conversation that she caught, Gaucho was filling Hector in the herd’s quest as well as the preparations for the Sun’s Festival. “Well met, Gaucho. Hector, the Sun is good to see you back again!” Her greetings were warm as she drew up to the two giants and her dark head dipped to both. When the mare looked back up, she had to let out a little sigh for indeed she had to look up. What she wouldn’t give to have their height, their strength. She might be fast, but that never seemed quite as impressive. Shaking away those vain wishes, she spoke again to her Sultan: “I am headed north at present, to meet Alija and Spice at The Heart. I thought it would be fitting for a branch of the Dragon’s tree to carry the flames for the Sun God’s quest. Though, I’m not sure where we should take it once we’ve got them, to the bridge?”
With a dutiful nod, Hector regarded the warning given. So many strange things had happened in recent times, and he wondered silently with an almost raised brow just what it all meant. Automatically he likened the worms Gaucho mentioned to the stinking, half rotted corpses which had hunted through Helovia while most hid away underground. Wraiths... he mentioned as a courtesy to his companion, but Veci shrugged, sprawled across the stallion’s spine, deciding whether or not to take on such a form before the imposing male in their company.
"Aye, thank you." He knew Sikeax indeed; the fair girl who had passed him by many times around the oasis, and she who had tempted his liking in the grove west, on patrol. It pleased him to learn of her instalment as Sun Physician, she had spoken of her desire to heal the ranks of the army a long time ago, and thought of such had more than tickled his fancy. A nurse kind on the eye was a treat indeed when a soldier was recovering in the beds of a sterile hospital... "I will seek her out."
There were many he wished to touch base with, but duty came before pleasure.
A large shadow passed across Hector’s position beneath old Dragon’s Blood and curious eyes lifted to find the source of it. A dim, wood-brown Pegasus was circling lower, descending towards him and the Wildfire, though at first he was not certain who it was. The tawny giant certainly did not expect to see feminine warrior Megaera – she had been missing since the Darkness. Perhaps they realised each other at about the same moment; the bar woman’s lips broadened with unmistakable cheer, and likewise, his own smile bloomed right through his marvellously noble expression.
With a deep, resonating tone he answered her greeting. "Meg, the day’s news only grows fonder. Praise the Sun for your safe return also!" Her sinewy frame paled as she nestled herself between the two hulking stallions, but Hector thought well of her ability, and saluted her as he should any other of their ranks – wings lifted to flutter in the winds, tepid breath, and head dipped in show of respect. Together they were a formidable force.
She spoke of two others – one familiar name, one not so, and the soldier’s neat, narrow ears fixed forward with interest. It seemed all who called the desert land home were engrossed in this task Gaucho had alluded to... "Meg, might I join you?" A thoughtful glance passed by the antlered beast and his sleek-scaled companion. Perhaps he would venture by the Threshold and the Island later on – the prospect of labour appealed far more than conversation, and perhaps, with villains apparently on the loose, those working in the Heart could use greater defence.
@[Gaucho]-Smaucho
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
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Warriors. These were his people. They understood duty and obligation. Were polite with one enough, offering the Sun's greeting but not bothering with idle questions afterwards. Gaucho felt his primitive mind relax considerably at Meg's arrival. Being with Hector and the fiery Meg made Gaucho feel at ease. Their minds were ones he understood (or at least he thought he did, for the most part), and their words were ones he could follow. Hector was steady and strong. He understood obligation and had never failed to complete a task given to him. He was an impressive creature having taken the rank of gladiator a few seasons prior before Gaucho could rise to that level. He was proud to call the orange giant his brother. Where Meg was much smaller than both he and Hector, she had never been small in Gaucho's eyes. She had always made her presence and her opinion known, always supporting what was best for the herd and placing herself in the path of danger if it meant protecting others.
Why couldn't the rest of the herd be like these two?
They not warriorssss Mara mentally chuckled, nuzzling against his dark skin lovingly. Gaucho knew this to be true, although part of him wished they all were. He understood that the Throat needed non-warriors; someone needed to tend the children, teach and heal but ... why couldn't they all have warriors hearts and minds regardless of their duties? Alas ...
"Meg." Gaucho returned affectionately. A flaming wing extended from his body to touch the mare's shoulder should she allow it. Rather surprisingly Gaucho couldn't feel when he touched her. This stage of his quest prevented him from feeling the touches of others - and perhaps from feeling them as well. Snorting he pulled the darkened feathers back to his body. "Yes. Fire to bridge. " He confirmed, nostrils flaring. Even if he finished his own personal quest before the Throat completed there's, he would not ask the God to blow up the bridge until the new one was in place. Although he wondered just how long that would be. If only the rest of his herd was as diligent in completing their tasks as his warriors were.
Gaucho's black lips parted in a proud grin as Hector offered to accompany Meg on her task. Initiative he thought, continuing to be overwhelmed with the desire to resonate Meg and Hector's strengths throughout the herd. Imagine how much they could accomplish then!
"Gaucho's quest almost done. Not take much longer." He advised. "Right now Gaucho not able to feel. Not know what next stage will be." There would obviously have to be a next stage, for the effects of the quest still lingered even though he had completed all that the God has asked of him.
Gaucho turned his stormy gaze west, towards the Sky Island. Perhaps he would go there. See if any more details of the murderers identity could be gleaned. The Wildfire nodded both to Hector and Meg, his neck elegantly curling upwards as his nose dipped towards his blue-striped chest.
"Be well."
Flaming wings rotated outwards as he gracefully moved away from the warriors. With the ease of long practice Gaucho took to the skies. His darkened body was momentarily silhouetted against the sun as his powerful wings propelled him up and away from the tree.
Gaucho out! Thanks for all the prep guys!!
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01-08-2015, 09:35 PM (This post was last modified: 01-08-2015, 09:45 PM by Megaera.)
Megaera
Whatever flickers of insecurity she might have felt, it was plain to see that these two at least thought no worse of her, and that meant more to the little warrior than she could ever express. Meg wasn’t ambitious, she didn’t need accolades or titles, but she craved the respect of her peers, and it was a constant surprise that she should be seen as one by two of the best warriors that she knew. The pride of that might have made others vain or entitled, but in Megaera it only fanned the flame of her resolve to be worthy of those honors.
She nodded at once in acknowledgement of the tawny stallion’s inquiry. It would be good to have him along on the errand but Gaucho spoke before she could accept the offer. The sultan was nearly done with his quest, praise the sun! She still wasn’t the biggest fan of the lead being without his senses but as it turns out he seemed to be doing rather well under the inconvenience. Of course he would, Meg thought, Gaucho could do anything. She watched contentedly for a moment as the dark stallion said farewell and took his leave. The gust of wind stirred by his great wings tugged playfully at her mane and the hawk turned her eyes downward, casting about on the ground for an appropriate tool for the job.
On the other side of the tree, near the base was an old branch, dried from the desert air and stained red from the dried runs of the Blood Tree’s sap “Ah-ha!” she burst, happy with her little triumph and the residual joys of the fine day. Black stockinged legs picked up in a jaunty rhythm around the great arbor’s base before it occurred to her that the task might need some explaining to Hector. “One of the items the God of the Sun requested was fire from the pit at Helovia’s Heart.” She called back behind her, glancing over her shoulder. “Gaucho’s of a mind to eliminate the land bridge, so we’ve got to find a way across for some of the others. A magical bridge of some sort, I am not sure of how it will work exactly, but we’ve got our marching order in any case.” She reached the fallen branch she had spotted and bent her head low to inspect it further. Fire-scarred muzzle ran lightly along the strong wood, investigating before she snatched it up into her mouth and brought it back to where they had congregated and where the bucket of black oil sat safely in the shade.
Awkwardly, she maneuvered one end of the branch into the black substance and laid the other end resting upwards on a knot in the tree’s bark. “This should work well enough to hold onto the fire while he carry it back and the oil should keep it burning for a while. Of course you’re welcome to accompany me, I’ll be meeting two others there but you’re a welcome addition to any party, Hector." She snatched up the branch and grinned around the thick piece of wood, she must have looked absolutely ludicrous, but she moved away and with a bit less grace then Gaucho, took off towards to north. Race you there!
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