"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.
Just the beating of hearts, like two drums in the grey.
Archibald the Dauntless
& Loretta the Fierce
Archibald was pulled to the creation of this land like a moth to a flame. Everything that Archbald was was a silent testament to the power of the Earth God. He held powerful earth magic, a companion created from dirt and breath, and shoes and armor crafted from the solid metals found low beneath the ground. Carefully, but skillfully, massive hooves drew the Dauntless to the shores of the land. Loretta and he, in tandem, began to swim across the tides without hesitation. Archibald's massive height gave him the grace to walk and push through the water for quite some time before he actually had to swim. Despite that, it was still and arduous task, and when the pair pulled themselves onto the shore of the main island, they were both breathing heavily. Loretta's salmon colored tongue lolled from the side of her trap-like jaws, and she shook out her coat. Archibald followed, painting the ground beneath him dark with the water that dribbled and splashed from his obsidian body.
Ktulu. Loretta conveyed. No Eytan. Her frown pressed against her pale muzzle and she turned to look on the shore behind them. She did not see the figure of the bear, so he must have been somewhere else waiting for his hybrid woman. Archibald pressed forward, and a moment later his bonded leapt and pranced behind him to catch up. As he walked, Archibald past RESPLENDENCE and pressed his massive shoulder in to her's, a gesture of comfort. He made his place beside Ktulu, eying the demi-god as she spoke to her father. "Aye, sir Earth, your daughter speaks truth. At the battle of the Moon, a wolf monster. Of the Sun, a rampant crocodile. I was not at the battle of your brother Spark, but I was told it was something just as dangerous." At the recollection of the battles past, the Dauntless' chest warmed with pride at his participation against the crocodile. He had paid a large part in bringing the beast down, and that would not be something easily forgotten. After he spoke, Archibald dipped his head respectfully to his patron deity, and closed his eyes for a moment. "Earth God, I ask for grace upon these islands."
Did the Dauntless know what he was asking? Was what he was asking even be accomplished? Only time could tell at this point.
More nuances, more frayed ends, more knots and strings and unraveled tempests rose from the deep, and he, born into a life of curiosity and bedlam, saw nothing better than exploring the vast regions of chaos, entropy, the intrigue. Possessive, avaricious, and acquisitive, he yearned for everything and anything all at once, bound and savored and relished by the notion of information, of wisdom, of strength and endurance: he’d already earned so much from the perils he’d faced beside friends and brethren. The lanky, limber youth stared across the awakening tides for no more than a few seconds before abandoning any sense of misgivings or apprehension (remembered the rites and passages of the other Gods; and this booming, bearded fellow across the wake had to be one more of them), bearing witness to the other beasts floating, swimming, or flying amidst the newest world. While they settled into their roles and dispositions, shimmering, shifting, and gliding across the glorious view, the lad harked a victorious smile across his lips, hummed a gallant tune, and stuck a hoof over the ramparts, across the waves, along the tides. His strides were immaculate, Poseidon drums and harpoons above the water’s edges and fringe, striking and mauling and cackling amidst the grand stature, daring, audacious, emboldened by the stalwart press, the charismatic sheen, the valiant stature of the unwavering boughs. Orsino, curled, snarling, sneering, and hissing upon his back, only gave the barest of responses to the sheer exhilaration the colt manifested – Erebos leaned into the wind and thought of the fish beneath his feet, of the kingdoms resting amidst Atlantis, of sea gods and mermaids and sharks swirling in opulent splendor. He pretended to be Lord and King of the tidal pools and the humid, soused lagoons, immaculate and effervescent, gilded and staunch, regarded far and wide as the mightiest of foes – and when they reached the shore of the earth deity’s island, he forced the pretense away, gave a bow to the celestial being, but still remained chiseled in his invocations, standing where everyone else sank.
Tag:: OOC:: [Water-walks (runs ;D) over to the island.]
10-13-2015, 06:23 PM (This post was last modified: 10-13-2015, 06:24 PM by Ciceron.)
The last battle had been one of courage and determination, those who fought bravely to protect their home had prevailed valiantly slaying the croc god. It had been this battle that he had realized just what the Gods were capable of doing. To have one that is respected and trusted with their lives turn into something of that nature, where did they all stand in this? Couldn't it just as easily happen to them all here, the Moon Goddess had resorted to murdering already so what came next? Would they all survive it or would they just wipe them all off the face of this earth and start over somewhere else? Nothing was for certain so for now he tried to focus on the facts rather than the stories of the mind.
Feeling the Earth Gods presence nearby the stallion knew that he could not miss this event, god only knows what evil would show up this time. Approaching the river the grey stallion stopped at its banks to access how successful a crossing would be.The current seemed strong in this section making him worry that Kiara would not be able to make the swim safely.Just happening to look a little ways downstream his eyes locked onto a familiar face yet again. Evaneska, what in the world were you thinking? he muttered to himself as he leapt into the water to go after her.Kiara get across and see what you can see downstream. The water makes it difficult to see her. In a flash his tigress was off to do as she was asked without argument. He was thankful for Kiara sticking around with him this last year and he would very much love it if she stayed forever. Swimming with the current was much easier than against it allowing him reach the mare before the current managed to sweep her out to sea. Grabbing a hold of her mane the best he could (making sure to avoid the odd pair of wings that lay there) he made his way to shore dragging the pair of them up onto the beach. To his relief she still managed to breathe on her own and likely passed out due to exertion from what he could tell. Shaking himself off and ensuring the mare was alright he hesitantly moved over towards the god. Kiara had offered to keep a watch over her knowing well that his stubborn ass would want to stay.
Archibald had arrived and from the looks of it a decent number of falls herdlings. Bowing his head briefly he moved only a short ways off so he would not be in the way yet still close enough should anything decide to rear its ugly head. Plus he wanted to be close should anything happen to the mare he seemed to be saving quite often as of late, not that he minded.
Ciceron talks Kiara speaks Summary:
Arrives to see Evaneska getting swept downstream helplessly so he goes after her. Pulls her out onto the beach where he finds her alright, approaches earth god and bows his head before moving over to side. Kiara is still with Evaneska.
Determined not to be handicapped by this stupid illness that those gods had plagued her with the hybrid had managed to make her way down to where the rest of the minions seemed to be gathering. The only difficult part of this was the whole headache part that seemed to come and go as it pleased. Sometimes it would come minutes apart and last mere seconds while others hit strong and fast taking her out for the entire day. As if that was not bad enough along with the attacks and sometimes all by its lonesome her ears would randomly start to bleed pouring blood down her face. Oh and did she mention the damn light sensitivity? Damn fools the whole lot of them believing that they could trust the gods when others turned to annihilate their people. Who you going to go crying to then?
At first she could see nothing except for water but as she looked a little closer (squinting painfully against the light) islands appeared. Are you freaking serious?!? Islands, islands where there was no bridge or personal boat service. The gods being all so mighty to create a ship large enough for the rest of Helovia yet they overlook a damn boat! How did they expect anyone to get to their little island get together they just so conveniently placed in the ocean without a bridge? Sure maybe everyone would get a thrill watching those you handicapped trying to swim the current battling not only to swim but to see and think over the pain. Grinding her teeth she closed her eyes for a minute as a flash of pain overtook her brain yet again. It passed after a minute to her relief and so far so good, now just to get over there. There was no way she was getting herself wet when she had just finished getting herself cleaned up from the blood. Icy eyes locked onto other passersby's as they just hopped right in as cool as a cucumber. Shaking her head she literally wanted to scream at the God to come get her if he wished to have her presence.
Giving up on standing there bitching about the gods and their lack of necessities she moved a couple paces back. Screw it, its not that far. Unfolding her wings she jumped up into the air to fly herself over to the gathering. She prayed that she would make it to the other side before another headache would hit her and it would down goes birdy. Releasing a breath she hadn't realized she was holding as her hooves touched back down on flat ground she turned to the Earth god without a word leaving her mouth. She would stay near enough to hear things and hopefully close enough to give this damn illness to the Gods. Perhaps they just needed a little incentive to figure out a cure to help the rest of them.
Rhea Speaks
Summary:
Still has HFH
Arrives to meeting and chooses a place near the Earth God so that she could hear everything that needed to be said. @Random Event - for HFH
Mentions: None
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“Just because it looks like a leprechaun and talks like a leprechaun, it doesn't mean it can't act like the little fucking demon it is.”
The world had gotten decidedly trippier for Kipling ever since his conversation with Imonada and Rikyn on the steppe. Apparently he was back in Helovia, but this was nothing like he remembered. For one, everything was blue? And the few things that were not blue were shapeless yellow-red clouds, faintly glowing around the edges… It was also much louder than he recalled; the faintest insect’s buzz resounded like deafening bellows. Yes, Helovia had certainly changed in his absence. Then again, he had been gone for a long time. Maybe it had always been like this and he had simply forgotten. He was not too concerned, anyways. Perhaps he should have connected the dots and realized the black sludge weeping out of every facial orifice was related to these sensory disturbances. Perhaps. Good luck waiting for him to figure that one out. He has scarcely realized he’s had tarred slime inking his face since the end of Birdsong.
Oozing orifices and fucked up senses aside, Kipling was in the mood for an adventure. The ridiculous new volume that everything in Helovia evidently happened at now proved especially useful in this regard. While wandering the (now very blue) flats, his ears caught a vague sound across the sea. It was nothing specific, and it probably should not have been enough to send a rational animal floundering across the open ocean, but Kipling has never shown himself to resemble anything remotely close to a rational animal. Everything was already blue anyways. So he swam, his long legs so exquisitely designed for running taking easily to this similar activity. The salt stung his eyes, but they hadn’t been very useful for a while – he squinted them shut and soldiered on.
The not-quite-aquatic unicorn followed the ever increasing noise. Kipling was starting to tire when his hooves finally found sand, and he hauled his drenched ass ashore. He blinked his stinging, slimy eyes to reveal another exquisitely blue island. But this one was populated with lots of yellow figures, and there was lots of conversation! Wonderful! While delightful, this would all have been hard for him to follow in the best of circumstances. In his sickened state, it was almost impossible. Instead, he stumbled to a halt and cocked his head at the nearest yellow blobs, trying and failing to take in the garbled scene. Eventually, he shouted, “Cool,” while attempting to whisper to himself.
Summary @Random Event GLL
Mentions Imonada and Rikyn in passing.
Kipling swims across because he’s an idiot. He has infrared vision and hyperacusis from GLL. He’s now standing around near whoever’s on the beach (feel free to PP if you want to be close to him) being generally useless and oblivious. PP anything you want.
Things were so different in this world making it feel almost as if he were living in a dream. Most seemed kind and trustworthy very muck unlike those of his past homes, what made such a difference here? Battles did not seem to start over simple matters whereas home was a constant war zone that you never knew would would have your back and who would be stabbing it. In his first week on this planet there had only been three fights and it had all been because of their gods that had followed them here. In a way he partially felt responsible for their appearances, if he had just been there earlier maybe he could have stopped them from causing so much destruction. Those here did not seem hardened to the blood and gore as he was, no one could watch someone die without shedding a tear, these Helovians were not like those of our planet but rather the farthest thing from it. When that crocodile had given its last breath they all seemed relieved yet saddened in some way, shape or form. What was this emotion that tied them all together, what made them care?
Troubled by the many questions he seemed incapable of answering the golden stallion hung back away from the rest of the crowd. Resigned to be the follower rather than the keeper, no one could understand that world they came from nor did they seem to want to. He had seen the disgusted looks in others eyes as anyone of the rift escapees passed by, he was not blind nor stupid but he did have the sense to know right from wrong. Well he thought he did.. They did not belong here, they would never fit in, but then why would their gods burden them with playing host to the misfits? Wading slowly into the waters the stallion easily made the swim to emerge on the other side where everyone seemed to pool around this Earth god they spoke of. Did he not care what danger he was fiddling with by bringing more riftians here? He had even heard a few telling the god about the past battles and their resulting consequences. What business did he have here if he was not aware of the happenings in the land he created. Though if he knew already that just made those bringing the news a group of morons who had lost their souls to the temptation of power. Power was not something to be wielded by such ignorant, self concerned individuals, it was the responsibility that should be taken on only by those capable and worthy to the crown. Blood meant shit to him, no one had ever gotten anywhere by just passing along such an important title. It was not until they looked outside the royals would they find someone truly worthy of the crown.
Slipping silently through those who had gathered he refused to be intimidated by them so keeping his head held high and his perfect frame taught he had nothing to prove to anyone. He did not answer to anyone but himself if they had a problem with that then they could go shove it.
Summary:
Tags along with the group to see what was all going on. Moves off to the side not caring of others had issues with him being there or not.
Mentions: none
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“We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.”
10-13-2015, 09:31 PM (This post was last modified: 10-13-2015, 09:32 PM by Adria.)
Ava
Of course she was winning. Looking back over her shoulder the girl’s sea blue eyes could not see hide or hair of the man in grey. A laughter of sweet joy rang through the air as she bucked, kicking up her heels in her victory. Heart pounded in her chest and lungs burned for breathe, but what a wonderful sensation, to feel the solid earth under her hooves, and take the speed tour of this new land.
The wind about her whipped dangerously, pushing palms to their limits, but the girl never knew a difference. While the wind brushed over her smooth and quick at her pace, it was still as light and playful as ever. She had slowed, hoping to give the poor old guard a chance, but when she looked back there still was no sign. The delicate head twists as she slows to a stop. Strange, Virgil of all of the usual competitors rarely gave up. The lightening begins to crack closer, but the child still takes little notice of the danger as she waits for the coming guard. Still he does not come.
With an exasperated sigh the girl only shakes her head in a smile. He must have gotten himself lost. Silly stallion. The thought of the storm or dangers of this strange place snatching him never crossed her mind. Not even when she came face to face with it herself.
As she stepped forward, a gust blew up from behind, overpowering even her own magic. Stopping again the girl marvels as it takes the vines about the trees, twirling them. But of course her attention is not held for long. Another blast of air rushes through and shoves her back. A short cry of surprise she lets sound but its delicate, and naïve all the same. Wings brace out but find themselves only caught up in wind she can’t control as it begins to spin about her. But never does the child fear. Her mind was still caught in the wonder that was this strange wind, with its forces she had never before felt. It pushes and shoves her back, and she obliges, at last turning around.
The surface shivers, and trembles on the portal. Her instant excitement is smothered by her confusion. But there was little time for that. Another blast of wind rushes from behind and from within, pulling the girl through.
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With careful steps the child at last steps through the portal. When she steps through she’s a gorgeous sight. Unlike the others the portal amazes her, and when she comes through her confusion is left behind as the wonder takes hold. She steps through with all the grace and natural ease her hereditary mannerisms granted her, and her smile and bright eyes putting a wondering child’s to shame. Now, if that place was fun, what was THIS place?
Most of all WHO was in this place? For a moment she is paused upon the wooden bridge, as her eyes roam across the growing crowd. Some were guards (equines), and others like she, but then some were like guards with weapons, and colors, and pets, and accents, and just so much. Her mind was simply overcome before a low rumbling voice, which echoed warmth deep within her chest, speaks. A smile more sincere and warm rises in her chest to feel it, and when she looks to him she can only smile more. He was amazing. Massive, like no creature she’d ever seen. At last her legs move her from the bridge, with wings tucked ever gracefully beside, and she comes closer to the great creature to wonder.
Even as her hoof steps from the bridge her life is changed forever, for a sound is heard above her and as she turns to look, a shadow passes overhead. A flying horse. The child, were it not for the manners and grace pounded into her would have dropped her mouth. In elegance matching her own (how did she know any better), a creature same as she flew down. She was falling, oh no. The white creature landed with control and care. Shaking her chiseled features the child can only watch in quiet wonder. A low murmur of voices began to rise, as others began to talk, and the girl found herself in the strangest of situations. She was standing, her wings tucked and regal head high, to the side, alone, and quiet. Curled ears move all around, and her tasseled tail twitches at her side. If you asked her if she was nervous she would of course bark back no, but the wind at her back at gotten tense. For once in her life the girl was frozen on the fringes.
But she was never able to stay their long. A large creature, (Dragomir) who’s voice rang warm as the massive being speaks, and the girl instantly moves toward him. As she moves closer her trained mannerism, smooth her exterior, and the gentle sea breeze blows against her face. After all this seemed to be a more formal gathering right? What would her father say if in this new land she acted a fool before them. Inside though her heart is all a flutter, pounding rapidly in her chest as she struggled to think of what to say. Hello? No. Afternoon? No. Greetings? Oh come on. She passed a few others and it took all she had not to turn to stare upon them, especially those with wings that flew. Finally she was at the creature’s side, but her charm never failed her.
He is turned away from her at the moment, he features contorted in a snarl, but the child had little sense of fear from others. After all, her hide held such few mars from the wickedness of dark hearts, how could she know they existed. “Excuse me?” Her warm voice carries softly at first, but her warm smile did its best to mimic the massive being’s which had made her feel such wonder calm. “Are you of this Helovia?” Her tongue spoke it strangely, but the flow came as smooth as the waves. Her breath held as she wait, pinning in her chest that thought of someone new speaking to her. Someone she had never met. Feathers shivered by her sides in the excitement, and her racing heart betrayed by the bright, sparkling sea blue eyes.
OOC:: She is steps through the portal and pauses a moment, taking it all in. But then moves to stand at the edge. At last her excitement gets the best of her and she goes to try and talk to Dragomir.
((Does not see Virgil))
"their speech goes here and this is the color
10-14-2015, 02:57 AM (This post was last modified: 10-14-2015, 03:05 AM by Erthë.)
E r t h ë
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
The heat was getting on her nerves. There were no words to accurately portray how much she missed the cool winds of the north, the snow and the glittering frost in the grass, lit by moon and stars. If things had been like before she would have stayed glued to the cool, damp cavern up in the Basin, content to play with Haldir and Vlasi and take lessons from her parents in everything that was of importance.
But things would never be like they had been. Her mother was dead, her father had moved them south to the dense forests of the Edge, and even though she liked Tembovu and the forests of her Lady, there was no replacing the soothing presence of her mother. More and more often the girl found herself braving the heat of the south to stalk the shimmering Halcyon flats, hating every moment of burning sun and searing heat but ultimately unable to tear herself away from the place where her most beloved person had met their end.
In desperation after several days of enduring the heat, she had thrown herself into the sea to try and cool off. That had been a mistake, of course. Small as she were, feathered and lithe and not particularly strong, she had been swept off by the currents like a cork. Held afloat by the spread out wings she was carried far out to sea, terrified of drowning, of being eaten by the sea monsters that she was sure had to lurk beneath the surface. She had been relieved to be washed up on a rocky coast, but the filly had been sure that it was only the beginning of her problems...
Until she rounded an outcropping and her eyes fell upon a gathering of horses that was all too familiar to her by now.
"Not again!" she whispered quietly to herself, despair coloring her tired young voice. She was tired of fighting, tired of gods and tired of huge monsters stealing things from her. Squeezing the ivory bow into a firmer grip against her side Erthë watched the filling crowd with baleful eyes, resentment towards the whole situation filling her until she felt as though she would burst.
Why was she always dragged into these mad situations? Why was it that she couldn't manage to stay clear of trouble? Who would have to pay for her involvement this time? Maren? Tembovu? Her father? Wasn't the Blackbird enough of a sacrifice already?
And yet.
Now she was wrapped up in it all again, as surely as if she had signed up for it. Would she be able to stand aside and just watch everything that would take place from now on, and do nothing? If she remained passive, would the prize be higher still?
It was a difficult question, and the struggle filled her thoughts as she hovered away from the gathering, eyes fixed upon the giant, god-like stallion that surely had to be the fourth and final of Helovia's protectors.
What promises and assurances would he make, before madness ensued? Would he too make himself guilty of ignorant mistakes, and cause mayhem and destruction?
It remained to be seen.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
10-14-2015, 08:56 AM (This post was last modified: 10-14-2015, 08:58 AM by Vadim.
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VADIM
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Since Shadow's death Vadim has never let his eyes stray from his child and has not allowed her to wander far on her own. Vlasi's eagle form allows her to soar high overhead and her sharp eyes allow her to keep her eyes locked on the pale child, and her bond with Vadim keeps him informed of her whereabouts. He thinks that his child is underestimating him, he thinks that she thinks she is slick and can easily go unnoticed, but she is the center of his attention. Besides Vlasi she is the only thing in his life that holds any real value and importance. The sooner she understands that, he thinks, the sooner she will understand that his dedication to her is not to be underestimated.
He is several yards behind his child, but thanks to Valsi he sees when she plunges into the water and he knows when the tide grabs hold of her tiny body and sweeps her away. Overhead Vlasi screeches and swoops down toward the child, her taloned feet ready to grab hold of the child and drag her to shore should her head dip below the water. Behind her Vadim crashes into the water and fights against the current and the waves in his attempt to catch up with his child, but her lighter body allows her to be swept away more quickly.
She reaches the shore before he does and as the child stands Vlasi assumes her usual cerberus form and growls her disapproval at the filly. "Stay with her." Vadim instructs as he continues to fight the current until he reaches the shore. Erthë and the cerberus have already reached the gathering by the time Vadim makes it to the shore. He is exhausted but does not take the time to rest, instead he presses onward until he finds his child and when he does he snorts, and frowns at the spray of black sludge that spatters through the air.
"Erthë..." He speaks her name, lowers his head to check her over, then looks at everyone gathering around the God of the Earth, then at the portal. This had to be what his child had told him about before.
It was almost like they knew something was up—that something was going to happen. They followed the celestial pull, mortal bodies swarming to a land of gods, torn from their usual habits and ruts into the vastness of the southern sea. Why? The warm waters parted easily for Mauja's white figure, clear salt water lapping against his spotted flanks. What had them so connected with their Gods that they knew to come from any corner of the world, and join in this madness?
And on the subject of that, why was he there? He—the one who had grown so angry with this whole stupid expansion crusade, the one who had nearly lost a part of his soul to the first vengeful god, and then, lost parts of his future.
What morbid curiosity, what masochism drove him to follow the tug in his soul? The owls flew above, untouchable, invincible, and as he peered at their shapes silhouetted against the bright sky all he could see were flames, and their blackened forms crumbling.
This world was too dangerous. Everything in it was too dangerous. Anything could hurt them. Take them from him.
His heart tightened, caught in the grip of the dark and cold. Pulse racing. No—
He had come so close to losing her once. He had lived without her, once. And now.. as he watched the familiar play of light along the edges of her feathers, caught the glint of metallic blue from time to time.. he knew that he could never, ever live without her.
Perhaps his heart would not shatter in his breast, perhaps his lungs would not crumble, and his blood turn to dust in his veins—perhaps his body would survive, but without her, he would be nothing. Without her, he would not be.
They would live and die as one.
Don't think about it, Irma chided him gently; the currents in her soul ran strong with her deep, dark love, and the uncomfortable notion of death forced upon a creature who normally would not consider her own.
Relax, Diego's soul echoed, easy arrogance masking his unease.
I'm sorry.
And then he was up on a beach, walking into greenery he had never before seen, to the ass-end of a gathering staring at Father Earth and a handful of poor newcomers. His black-rimmed ears flicked, eyes touching upon familiar faces as he slowly made his way around its outer rim. Finally he settled, a dread weight in his chest. The owls came down upon his back—Irma taking her usual perch on his withers, Diego sitting on his haunches.
"Who will die today?" he asks, tiredly, of the God—of the world.
She had been waiting for this. Three so far, there was surely a fourth - she was ready, but not entirely. All the way here Ampere debated over just who to fight. She had a certain, terribly selfish hatred for the god of the Earth, who had been the one to answer her questions of companions and did so rather pitifully in her opinion. Still, she couldn't risk letting whatever other god from the rift coming in and ruining the rest of Helovia (and there would be another, of that she was sure). She knew the gods needed balance, it was why she couldn't hate the Moon, or at least not want to kill her, even with all her misdeeds. Yet, the Moon had not personally slighted her nearly as much as the Earth had - but was it the Earth alone that forged companion bonds? And all those who turned upon the Moon, even with so many, none had been successful in taking her down (would anyone be fighting against the Earth alongside her?). The those strange monsters so many seasons ago, they'd only been successful because so many fought. It was the same reason they managed to kill these outside gods. Ampere could not take on the Earth alone.
Rationality is nice, but it's not always heeded.
So it was Ampere landed in the newly formed region, sweat appearing almost instantaneously as the humid air enveloped her. She lingered in the boughs of one of the trees, glowering out at the Earth as she continued to contemplate her plan of attack.
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He glanced at the water before him with a certain, trepidation. Öde could easily say he was not scared of many things, but water was never something he'd really had to deal with much before. Ice, sure, but ice was like water's cousin, the same but different. No, this, this required swimming, and maybe drowning (in fact he watched as two nearly did). Could he even swim? He had never tried. He didn't fear that he might drown, not really, what he feared was missing this final show down because he drowned.
"Here goes nothing," he muttered as he strode headlong into the tide. His legs thrashed beneath him, but the water cut away easily, giving him little purchase. His head fought for air, and his eyes rolled wild as at times he sucked in the sea rather than the sky. Every once in a while his hoof would catch a high bit of sand though and give him propulsion and lift to the air. Eventually, wet and choking, he managed to make it across. Though, weary, he stood and heaved for a long while, drying in the sun but sweating just as fast. "I'm never coming here again," he groaned, much preferring the frozen north to this eastern asspit. Trying to avoid the reality he'd have to swim back across, Öde pushed into the jungle.
His eyes leapt up towards the impressively large god, but it was Volterra, whom lingered near, that drew Öde's full attention. Grinning, he moved towards his cousin, sidling up alongside him. "Last one, you ready?" he asked, the excitement plain in his voice. If this as his last opportunity, he'd better make it count. No dying, not on his part.
As his gaze swept the field, Öde was startled by the sight of a seemingly skeleton horse. His heart thudded in his chest, and something akin to nostalgia flooded his senses. The being looked like one of his childhood toys. His mother often reanimated corpses for him to play with, or train with. Longing for that again, Öde began to stride towards Gashad.
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I've never tried swimming before. So far, I don't think I like it.
My legs seem to be pedalling against nothing, propelling me forwards only a short distance with each stroke. I'm panting, and I feel like I'm about to sink. My head is thrust high, out of the water, whilst the rest of me is submerged and thrashing with the effort of my swimming. I begin to panic, flailing desperately, and then...ah, blessed terra firma! I heave myself out of the water and begin to pant dramatically, gobbing great hunks of water out of my throat. Nope, I can't swim very well after all. The worry is that I'm stuck here now, and the only way to get back is the same way I came. Drat. Still, I'll worry about that later.
This little island is gorgeous, and delightfully quaint. There's a fine variety of greenery, which I sniff and sample with the air of a wine expert testing a new bottle of vintage. I move closer, noting another God at the helm of the gathering - this one huge, built like a brick shithouse, as the humans used to say. I look at him in admiration, before glancing around at the others. I see Erthe, but she's with her father, so I leave her be - I can't hog all her attention and time, as much as I may want to.
I halt, feeling my wet pelt dry in the hot air. I'm soon sweating, and my soggy halter clings to me. Inwardly I feel a quiver of fear - what evil beastie will spawn from the depths of hell today? I can say one thing for these God gatherings - they're fine practice for my healing skills. As ever, I have a host of herbs tucked into my halter, but there looks to be plenty more for me to gather here. ""
Headaches, black ooze seeping from lungs, boils, when would it end? Granted, I was lucky enough to not have contracted the boils, however I felt as though the headache paired with the labyrinth lung I had gotten were more than enough for me. My head panged with each slightly shaky step as I approached the waters edge to yet another gathering with a godly like figure. My gaze was cloudy and hazy and I couldn’t pick out anyone in particular. Everyone looked like others from both my past and present in Helovia and I couldn’t be sure who was who, so I figured I’d do my best to keep quiet and not make a scene. Yet, I looked like quite the scene myself. Mostly cream and gold, spotted and speckled across my coat was now tarnished with black slime that slipped from my nose more and more, slipping from my eyes as well as my lips. Blood dripping down and staining my once porcelain pelt to a scarlet hue.
I heaved a sigh, fighting back a cough from my chest and took a step forward in the attempt to begin to swim across, however I noticed as I stepped my hoof down, the bridge that for some reason I hadn’t noticed before. I sighed of relief and stepped up onto it with a bit more energy than originally withheld in my body. I made my way across and hung to the outskirts, nodding to the new god I hadn’t seen before, noticing his beard and great wings. Horns similar to a rams as well. I was interested, but I knew there would probably be a fight here and I needed to contain all my energy if I were to fight for it. This was my home now, Helovia. And I needed to do everything I could to save it from the dangers that seemed to lie around the corners in each of these new lands, regardless if we could see them or not.
I kept my breathing short as to not inhale too much and end up coughing and hacking in the edge of the circle. Though I did my best to stay away from anyone in the hopes of not infecting them, however still glancing around at all these figures that were familiar to me but knowing deep down they weren’t at all who I thought they were. Patchworkings of creatures from my past to replace those I haven’t met before. I hoped in the back of my mind that someone would perhaps be able to get rid of all of these illnesses permanently. Being so down and vulnerable kept my self-conscience quite low which was something I wasn’t used to feeling at all.
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Rexanna makes her way across the bridge, nodding to the Earth God and sticks to the back of the grouping hoping not to draw attention.
He didn't know anyone there. Not yet. But even from the shore, even before he started swimming (leaving, of course, the drowsy Lochan behind,) he knew there was a god there. He'd looked out across this coast before, on that fateful day when the reaper had almost taken his life, and those mist covered isles had not been in the distance.
For once, he was able to recognize the change. Perhaps he was simply living there long enough, now, to know what the world was like. But whatever it was, it was enough of a pull of strangeness. It was a soft tug, something to lead him onto those isles with the dignity he was beginning to lose track of.
He swam with patience, arrived wet with solemnity. The blue fang, hanging from the chain on his chest, had floated in his wake in the water and now settled upon his breast as he stood and watched another god, surely the final one of the four, announce himself.
The haruspex wanted to be pious. He wanted to at the very least appreciate that lord of the sea and soil. But all he could do was stand, waiting, impatient. He had a duty to stay but an understanding that, should he not leave, he'd likely be embroiled in battle within moments.
Ashamin wasn't always logical, but he was logical enough to believe that patterns repeated themselves. It wasn't fate that he believed in, that day: just probability.
Quitely, to himself, he murmured of the "lambs to the slaughter, again."
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She stood amongst the threshold of wilderness and sanctity, breathing in the humid air, pondering how long the serenity and tranquility would last. The Songbird and her kitsune had been there too many times before, bearing witness to a segment, a sliver, of compassion, and watching it be pummeled, twisted, punctured and lacerated until it resembled only havoc, misery, and entropy. Wars, cataclysms, a spiraling, noxious blend of monsters and cretins and fiends, dancing to the tune, to the labor, to the sway of nefarious, sinister, carnivore amore arts: no battle hymns of the republic, but mere sanctions of violence and villainy. She had no will to bear that flag today, no inkling to observe more suffering, more afflictions, under the banner of divinity and celestial beings. Her eyes flickered over the waiting tides and the pooling waters, the gathering of the rising din, glancing along the outline of her brethren sauntering into enigmas, into mysteries, all the forms and frames contorting to bask in the glow of the sun or battle the ensuing storm, the lavished tempest. Her heart pounded, and she relented with a ghostly essence; slow, methodical, an otherworldly grace fostered by fairies and strummed by pixies, maneuvering into shallow depths and carrying the gracious Imogen upon her back, listening to the birds warble and the conversations scatter across the main land – another one of the throng, swept away only by curiosity and the growing sensation of doom. Apprehension clouded her features, no smiles brimming across her lips, no grin lacquered to her mouth, and she gave only the offering of reverence to the gentle deity and his growing covenant, paying oath and privilege to be amongst the overflowing whims and capricious efforts.
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Islands! Since when had there been islands there? Alysanne had taken a trip out of the Edge to stretch her legs and she had wandered farther than she had intended - perhaps she might have even wandered right out of Helovia. A foolish part of her was hoping to run into Voodoo, as she hoped every time she travelled south, but it seemed that today she was finding something quite different. With Hemlock upon her brow like a crown, she stood on the coast looking across the water.
Others were crossing, and it only took a moment before deciding there was nothing for it - she’d just swim right over there. “But you can fly.” Hemlock pointed out with aggravation. “You know full well it’s been a long time since I have. The swim will be… refreshing.” Her wings spread but just slightly and she slid across the water with grace that she never could possess in the air. The swim was not easy, certainly, but she welcomed the pain in her legs and the exhaustion she knew she would feel later. Her thaw was almost complete, her body enjoying the excursion today.
As she approached, Alysanne noticed just how many others were making the swim - and others still coming from the air. They all seemed to be moving in the same direction so, after she emerged from the water and shook her self free of as much water as possible, she followed them.
Rumours had reached her of new lands, of the Gods welcoming strange creatures from another world into Helovia. Was this such a land? It was so odd that islands would be where she was certain there had been none before. She recognized a good many of the faces there - former and current friends and herd mates. Unwilling for reunions with those that had moved into the Falls after the invasion, Alysanne carefully skirted the crowd until she found a familiar face that did not fill her with dread - Lena. A small whicker served as her greeting to the brown unicorn and Hemlock hooted quietly to Imogen, before the pair fell quiet to survey the group and try to figure out what was happening.
In the days since his oil-colored enemy had slipped from his grasp on the battlefield, his wicked face had haunted the stallion day and night. He had been so close…and yet, his quarry had evaded him at the last moment. The moment when Öde had disappeared into the smoky fray repeated on an endless loop though Gull’s mind, and by now the grullo and cream stallion hated him with a frenzy that nearly rivaled his obsession. The dark beast was the missing piece, he had convinced himself, the one loose end that he couldn’t leave untied. Too much else had already unraveled: Bellona’s disappearance, Muriel’s murder, whatever disease was turning his own body against him…. even if no other horror could be resolved, Öde was the only source of misery that Gull could seek to right. While everything else was masked in confusion, the horned beast was the only certainty, and the wheezing pegasus clung to this twisted logic fiercely, loathing him as deeply as his tangled emotions would allow. If his time had come, his last wish was for revenge on the black unicorn.
And he was sure that his time was near. As the seasons shifted, his symptoms had only grown worse: hacking cough had given away to shallow breaths and chronic hoarseness. Now he could barely speak, much less roar his desperation. He no longer possessed the strength to fly, and his collapsing lungs did not allow him to move at a pace faster than a walk unless absolutely necessary. Then the headache set in. It had begun just a few hours ago, but already the suffering stallion was in obvious pain. His ears lay flat against his head as he stood in the numbing sea, trying to forget the throbbing hum that was threating to split his skull in two.
Eyes closed in pain, he paid little heed to the gathering of the crowd and the way that the islands in the distance seemed to magnetically pull them out to sea. It was only when the slightest hint of a familiar scent reached his nostrils on the ocean breeze that the dark lids flew open to reveal bloodshot sclera:
He was here.
Sensing the shadow of a second chance, Gull threw himself into the waves after the crowd and struck out for the island. It would be a rough swim, but there would not need to be a return journey. Tonight, he and his foe would both lie dead on the rocky sands.
Mesec wasn’t immune from the pull that seemed to bring them together again, so many of the same faces were landing across the island or pulling their bodies from the water after swimming across the channel. He landed quietly, away from the others - silver eyes scanning the crowds. There was Ranjiri, her horn thankfully free of the eye she had speared from the last god, Archibald, Mauja, others that he knew because he remembered them from the last fights. No Najya, and he wondered whether she would make her way here too. So fresh to the realm of Helovia, she certainly was quickly assimilating herself.
Lucius was unhappily sent off to be safe somewhere else. Mesec did not want a repeat of the fight with the crocodile though he worried that the headstrong companion would come join in anyway. For now, the zephyr perched in a tree near the coast of the island, keeping watch on those that were coming in - looking out for anyone he cared for.
A blue and black figure in the sky above caught Mesec's attention and he followed Ampere’s flight until she landed in a tree close to the gathering. Shaking his head to distill the laughter as he spied Ampere, he made his way over to her. But he would keep his hooves on the ground this time, lingering by the trunk where he still had a decent view of the crowd that was gathering around the God. Many were speaking to him, asking questions or whatever else. For Mesec’s part, he made a quick nod of the head by way of greeting should the God find himself looking in this direction.
He wasn’t sure whether the Time God had already brought forth another land or if this was the last of them. And if the other lands were anything like this one, it wouldn’t be long now before chaos broke out. Each time such a gathering had formed. Were they all on the same search? Mesec was hoping for another chance to redeem himself for what had happened in the Labyrinth.
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Another new world seemed to appear out of nowhere. For a land she had explored little of, Ki'irha couldn't help but marvel at how far the land seemed to sprawl. And as it continued to grow, she wondered of its true potential.
It was hot here. The air was thick with humidity, and the wetness seemed to cling to her coat, making her feel weighted. If there was something the star girl hated, it was humidity. But the coolness off the water that surrounded the band of islands wicked some of the warmth off her midnight pelt, and for that she was thankful. Still, she considered turning around and retreating through through the unknown world back to the cold shelter of her Basin.
Her return trip was cut short, however, as she came upon a gathering. She snorted, ears flicking back. The last meeting she had seen in a new land had ended up becoming a vicious battle against a great crocodile. But, she was a glutton for punishment, so she diverted her trail and trotted over. A great looming stallion seemed to draw attention of the herd. Perhaps he was a god, as had been the case with the flaming buck she had seen on the Flats. There was something gentle about this one, he seemed cool and steady compared to the unbridled fire of the sun god. She found herself attracted towards him, long legs drawn to carry her closer, awe making her heart flutter.
But, as the last helovian god had, he allowed the air to open, and from it strangers emerged. These newcomers seemed to bring nothing but war and disease. Why were they being welcomed so warmly? She turned to face the portal, silver eyes narrowing. The gods were all knowing, at least the corporal assumed so, but doubt still edged her thoughts. One by one they came, and she watched attentively. Her tail flicked anxiously near a rear clove as her mind wandered through all the scenarios that could take this event from a peaceful gathering to a chaotic mass. An uneasiness settled into her bones as she looked on, wondering what these beasts would bring with them from the void.
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