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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.
Elsa My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
Even in the midst of emotional turmoil, Elsa couldn’t ignore her duties. The Goddess of the Moon had granted them the ability to receive a gift, one that would forever protect the Edge from invaders. Coming from the Falls, this meant the world to her. If she could successfully make the Edge safer, then another job would be complete.
With thoughts of Tembovu barred behind her mind, she moved towards the thicket they needed to clear. Thankfully, Tembovu had taken his duties elsewhere. If he had any mind, he’d leave her alone and not interfere. The last thing she needed was a public display of her hurt and anger towards him. Outwardly she remained cool, and unchanged. Around Tembovu… emotions just seemed to run too rampant.
Standing in front of the thick knots of bramble and thorns, she contemplated on how to continue. They couldn’t just dive in and hope for the best, so she went with the second idea. If she could freeze the shrubbery with her own magic, and the aid of Edgar, they could shatter and move. With the help of one or two others, they should have this cleared in no time. The sooner this was gone, the sooner the defenses could go up and the Edge could be protected.
She just had to repeat it over and over again… just do it for them, do it for them. Her personal motivation no longer existed. This isn’t for her anymore, she was just a vessel to carry out the orders. Edgar peeped solemnly in response to her dark thoughts.
So far away from where you are, I'm standing underneath the stars
and I wish you were here
The idea of the glass spikes that were going to be constructed, as an alternative to the glass wall that still existed in ruins around the Edge, was a rather sore spot for Alysanne. She didn’t understand the construction of these spikes but was haunted by the idea of accidental impalements, of cornering themselves into this place just as the wall had done. She assumed it was Tembovu’s idea, of course - that he was preparing them for a war that he intended to start - and those poisonous thoughts festered inside of her despite frequent reminders that she was making assumptions and had no way to back them up.
Despite her distaste of these measures, feeling as though they were going to invite more trouble than they solved - being hidden in escarpments and mountains hadn’t helped the Falls, after all - Alysanne knew it was her duty to help with something. Feeling that it would be best to avoid the Elephant King and any heated arguments that were almost guaranteed to arise, she sought out the Ice Queen instead. Which worked out for other reasons as well, she had never really gotten a chance to talk to Elsa before and was curious about what she was like.
With Hemlock’s help, she located the pale queen rather easily near what Alysanne assumed was a thicket that needed to be cleared. Just why they needed to destroy some of the plants in their beautiful home to construct horrid spikes baffled her immensely and she found that it made her resent this little quest even more.
But despite her displeasure she made sure that it didn’t show as she approached - perhaps it could be brought up calmly later on.
“Hello Elsa!” The painted pegasus called out cheerfully as she trotted up, a friendly smile on her face, while her small owl companion landed quietly on a branch of a nearby tree - eying Edgar curiously. “Need some help?”
Large, heavy hooves plodded in the mists along his new home’s borders. Though, truthfully, the nomadic stallion didn’t really feel that the Edge was his home. Not yet, anyway. He had done nothing to make it his home. He had been frustratingly thwarted by mares in this herd— in this realm really. And, truthfully, the stallion hadn’t had a home since… ever. He had lived in a house with a cruel mother and harsh father. Sought warmth and love in the beds of loose women and whores.
So, it was with careless, heavy steps that he meandered the Edge’s borders, sunk in thoughts of a carnal craving he had been denied—denied for longer than since he had first experience the wonders of a woman’s flesh… Dark nostrils flare, raptor eyes narrowing as they tried to peer through the misted trees. Was that a mares’ scent that wafted into his nose?
Pale ears swivel forward, listening closely. He heard a pleasantly female, sing-song voice and perhaps the sound of something shattering? Curiously intrigued by such opposition of sounds, his heavily feathered hooves began a thudding trot towards the source of the noises.
He sharp, amber and yellow eyes notice the thickening of shrubbery beneath the trees as he came closer— mostly noticing because the twigs and leaves became hopelessly tangled in his feathered legs, knotted mane, and untamed tail. But thus was the usual state of affairs for the winged man of the wild plateaus, so he continued on.
Starkly white brows raise as his gaze alighted first on his Queen, the ever-elegant if mysteriously saddened Elsa. He noted her companion as well, and both of their attention seemed focused on ice-shrouded shrubs before them. His appraising eyes then roved to the other winged mare, whose beauty also did not escape him with her ivory and ebony dipped skin. She, too, had a winged creature with her—a rather handsome owl. But, alas, the man spent little time appreciating Hemlock’s tawny wings.
“My beautiful Queen,” his head dipped first towards Elsa, tangled forelock spreading across his pale face before his attention shifted to the other woman, “And I’ve not yet had the pleasure of your acquaintance, lovely lady? I am Graasvoel, just recently of the World’s Edge.” His rough voice sounded in greeting, an easy grin crossing his face as he looked between the two alluring women.
But then his attention was drawn to the thicket before him. “This is the one we’re destroying for the spikes?” His question was almost rhetorical, as his sweeping red legs carried him closer to the icebound bushes. “Those thorns are vicious,” he noted, eyeing the long points before continuing, “At least my size will be of some use.” Partially meant for himself, his mumble had meaning beyond the breaking of iced over vines.
But, still, his heavy forehand lifted with a half stroke of his massive wings, dark hooves striking out at the looming expanse of frozen thicket they needed to eradicate. Perhaps this was the beginning of making a home.
The bramble thicket had been at the edge of his mind for days. How would they remove it? His own magic of molten elephants, while he now had enough control over it, seemed unwise to use to eradicate the thorny brambles. His mind turns to the dream nightmare that had plagued him, of the Edge ablaze and the members throwing themselves off the cliffs to escape the inferno. And Hawezi—
He shook his great skull abruptly to clear his thoughts, thick limbs and great hooves biting deeper in the the mist-dampened soil as he cut through the fog to approach the thicket in question. He was tired of thinking about this task, instead wanting to actually do something about it.
Though his long strides cut short as he finally happened upon the outer edges of thickening growth. The thick fog had shielded sound, scent, and sight from him so it was with entire surprise that he saw others already gathered. Namely, Elsa, his Queen. The Icebound he had broken; his ears tilted back as his gaze averted only to find Alysanne, the Moon Doctor that perhaps held even less love for him.
Thick lips press together as he turns towards the third gathered; it must be the Korofi man that Orithia had mentioned to him. His stark white face and raptor eyes certainly told of the plateaus. And there was something feral about the way he attacked the ice-shrouded plants (that must be Elsa’s doing), that infused nearly all of the Korofi’s movements. It was hard notice until you’d seen them in training or battle, and then it was all you noticed about them.
He sighed, hovered a few yards away, torn between attacking the work that needed to be done and wanting to give the Queen distance from himself.
Tembovu
No matter how fast or far a man runs he cannot escape his fate.
07-16-2016, 10:44 AM (This post was last modified: 07-16-2016, 10:50 AM by Tilney.)
Where in the edge would Tilney find Tembovu on a day like today? He had a matter to discuss with the king on the topic of biosecurity; a new comer had obviously trudged in a foreign fungus that was munching some of the vital plants in the greenhouse. What a mess it had been, singling out the infected plants from the healthy ones; and potentially getting covered in some fungi himself was gross enough. Tilney would ask for permission to dispose of the hazardous plants by tossing them off the edge.
The first place he looked was along the cliffs, then the lake which he took some time to bathe in. He followed each creek until finally he found a group near the border. From a distance he could see both the King and Queen, Allysane, and an unfamiliar pegasi. The group was standing facing a brackenous thicket that symbolised something like the engraving on his shoulder. "Good day everyone!" The moon doctor cheered.
The stranger said something about destroying them for spikes; ah, the spikes! The spikes? Tilney hadn't heard about these of course; he had been marooned on a desert island when those plans were made. "Destroy these thorns?" the young chap uttered with a grin and a glance to his lantern. Stepping forwards he placed the lamp at the very base where the thorns were hugged by dry grass. "Stand back"
"Aiya"was his whisper, watching with delight as his lantern lit with a wondrous flame, letting it catch onto the grass before he kicked it out of the way and scooped it back into its place in his lofty antlers. "that should do it?"
07-16-2016, 11:05 AM (This post was last modified: 07-16-2016, 11:07 AM by Odd.)
Perhaps it was the combination of Elsa’s cooling touch upon the flames and then the abrupt change in temperate offered by the fire in Tilney’s lantern, but suddenly a sharp cracking sound was issued from deep, deep within the patch of brambles. It continued, a sound like ice breaking deep within some ageless glacier, finally resonating upwards and outwards into the Edge like the long and low bellow of a horn.
But then it changed.
The pitch drew up so sharply that it almost seemed to click as it skirted half a dozen notes to reach a piercing whistle-sound in the highest register of the equine’s hearing. The sound wailed - and not just metaphorically, for it had taken on an anthropomorphic tone, as if there was something doing the screaming.
The earth beneath them began to shift and bubble unhappily, as if something far, far below was starting to move. To wake up.
”Run!” cried a voice, so small and fragile that it sounded the way a snowflake might. The air suddenly took on a lighter pinkish colour, but only for a second. ”Run! She’s waking up!” That same pink pulse again. Although the voice was a whisper, the unmistakable sound of panic was quite clear despite how whispey the words seemed to be.
Was there a flash of white, deep within the thicket? If there was, it was very small, and lasted only a moment, but that same pleading voice was heard, carried on an invisible breeze which drew it directly to the ears of all those assembled. ”Please!” It begged, accompanied again by the pink light, before it died away completely.
You don't need to tag me for replies. No posting order, but I'll reply in a few days to give everyone time <3
So far away from where you are, I'm standing underneath the stars
and I wish you were here
Others gathered with them, lending their help. First was a pegasus that Alysanne did not recognize - but his easy grin and words brought a smile to her face without difficulty. “I’m Alysanne, one of the Moon Doctors. It’s a pleasure to meet you Graasvoel.” A light laugh escaped her at the comment about how his size would be useful - it was true, after all! She was just moving to join him in his endeavours when, of course, their king joined them. Was he everywhere? Despite the fact that her wings bristled in an unconscious reaction to her present but she nodded a quick greeting all the same.
An easier greeting came from her at the arrival of the newest Moon Doctor - she was glad to see that he had returned! “Good morning, Tilney.” She watched, forgetting to strike out at the frozen branches, in concern as he used the fire from his lantern to set flame to some of the branches. Dread quickly replaced any resemblance of a smile. “Be careful!” She warned, worried that the fire would spread beyond the intended thicket.
But they quickly had something else entirely to worry about.
Alysanne startled at the sound from the thicket, her attention quickly drawn from those gathered and towards the depths and winced as the pitch of the sound continued to rise, ducking her head as though that would somehow lessen the painful screech in her ears. The ground began to shift beneath them and then a voice accompanied by a pulse of pink light - warning them to run. That something was waking.
Despite the warnings, Alysanne knew she wouldn’t run. It wasn’t even an option for her, really - didn’t cross her mind despite the raging of fear through her heart. But it wasn’t fear for herself - it was fear for those she was with, friend and acquaintance and Tembovu alike - and for the herd around them that didn’t have the warning to run.
She shifted her stance a little bit (every muscle and line in her body speaking of the stubborn will that would not be uprooted) before her gaze shifted to Tembovu. Of all those gathered, she hoped he had the same reaction as her - hoped beyond hope that her fears about him were wrong. “Whatever it is, we can’t let it harm the herd.” Her voice was quiet and level - words meant for all those gathered here but her green eyes were focused on the king. Surely on this one thing they could agree.
Help is in the form of the young gargoyle, galloping full-tilt towards the bramble-bashing club. She isn't going to miss out on a chance to cause some shit, and the task set to them is right up her street. Any excuse for some violence, even if it's only against some thorns, is A+ by her. Ker has decided to sit this one out; she wouldn't be a great deal of use against thorns anyway, and would only get herself hurt. She circles high above her bonded, keeping an eye out for any potential danger.
Ha, danger. Oizys laughs in the face of danger - literally, laughs in it and then probably calls it an offensive word, just for good measure. There's quite a crowd gathered, and the filly spares them all a lazy half-arsed glance before fixing her full attention on the brambles. Hmm...she doesn't have fire magic like the dude with the lantern, nor ice like the queen, but she does have her spark-creatures. If she sent one into the thicket, she could probably cause a nice little fire...
Just as she's thinking that, a hideous shriek emits from the depths of the brambles, along with a worrying warning. The gargoyle's ears pin and she hisses at the obnoxious sound, which sounds like a seal in the throes of passion, or worse. But if the gathered horses are in danger...Oizys doesn't give a rat's ringpiece about them, but she can certainly earn some brownie points by protecting their asses. "Don't worry, I got this," she says in a voice that's meant to be reassuring. She focuses, and the air alongside her sizzles. Three large wolves, made entirely of electricity, burst into life alongside her and begin to prowl around her, their crackling jaws open in sinister, silent snarls and their sightless eyes fixed on the thicket.
Two of the wolves begin to circle the gathered horses, as though protecting them; the third dives into the thicket in a haze of sparks, hungry jaws hunting for the white thing in the depths.
O I Z Y S I'M NOT A HERO, I'M A LIAR
I'M NOT A SAVIOUR, I'M A VAMPIRE
07-17-2016, 10:57 AM (This post was last modified: 07-17-2016, 10:58 AM by Graasvoel.)
Graasvoel
I WILL FLY ON THE WINGS OF A VULTURE
He easily grins at the lovely Moon Doctor, raptor eyes taking in her beauty as his ears take in her name. And the beautiful woman even joined alongside him— he did not miss her delicate frame or the gentle slope of her hip. His massive white skull turns askant, then, glancing at the newly appeared copper man marked with ivory branches and the small elephant matriarch beside him. Wasn’t that the King’s companion?
His head swiveled, finding the Elephant standing not too far off, his attention focused on their radiant Queen. He couldn’t blame the man, for the white sovereign was a gift to the eyes; but he certainly wouldn’t be staring with such sadness at the Icebound. Shrugging to himself, he returning his attentions to the ice-shrouded bramble before him, warily eyeing the flames that leapt from the man’s lantern onto the thicket.
Stark white ears sweep forward as the crash suddenly resonated from deep within the thicket he was steadily shattering beneath his massive hooves. His heavy body stills, forelegs slowly coming back down to the earth littered with gleaming shards of ice. A flash of light, a warning: Run. The stallion was more than willing to heed such a warning. He was new to this herd, he was new to these lands in general. He knew that a fine line existed between stupidity and bravery, and he was keen to keep his hooves firmly planted in this realm.
But, as his haunches bunch to begin to take him away from whatever was causing the ominous clicking noise. But then Alysanne, his newly met Moon Doctor, squared her shoulders alongside him and quietly addressed their King with stalwart words of courage and protection. “Poesis,” he mutters a curse to this Helovia, knowing that he full well couldn’t leave, especially when a little filly appears, fully of pomp and bravado.
The monolith of a man partially spreads his massive, heavy wings. Perhaps if he appears even larger, whatever was in this thicket would be warned away? It was a futile hope, but a tactic nonetheless.
07-21-2016, 03:55 PM (This post was last modified: 07-21-2016, 03:56 PM by Ultima.
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ultima
She’d been the short way off when she heard it, an indescribable sound that sent a long, cold shiver along the length of her spine. The girl believed in bad feelings – the girl believed in ill omens, and something in her little bird’s heart screeched furiously for her to go. Far. Away.
And she would have, if she hadn’t seen the little lantern perched in a strange set of branches, the fire dancing from side to side. It wasn’t anywhere near dark enough for him to need its light, was it? For several drawn-out seconds she stood anchored in place, every nerve singing danger, danger. But when her muscles released, the first step she took, unconscious and timid but resolute (and perhaps damning) all the same, was towards the lantern.
There were more people there than she’d initially noticed. The King she saw first, tall as he was – then another man nearly as tall, colored as boldly as a bird, and not too far away, a pair of slim figures. Alysanne she recognized from around the Edge – the other, then, snow flickering softly all around her, must have been the Queen Icebound. There was a filly, too, half-hidden by the other bodies gathered at the scene.
Ultima stuttered forward, slow and visibly shaken, her expression stone. “Tilney,” she began, her voice small as a field mouse, small as a flower’s might be, nearly lost in the sound of wings squaring, the crackle of three lightnings. “What’s—” She froze again, her eyes snagging on the sharp tangle of thorns. Something – her eyes narrowed, pupils dilated, every hair and feather on her body horribly still with dread – because something, something was –
“We shouldn’t,” she tried, her voice mostly the whistling of breath too shallow. Prey-thing that she was, standing so close to — whatever it was, whatever this fearful quaking indelible danger was — made her stomach wrench hard and sharp. Her shoulder touched Tilney’s, trembling.
Something was coiling there, beneath those brambles. Something great, terrible.
But she could not look away.
command me to be well.
please tag ultima in all posts! force/magic a-ok, shy of killing/maiming her!
He is not left long to sadly and awkwardly stare at his Queen from a distance. No, for suddenly a cracking was filling the air; a cracking that burst into a shrill click and crescendoed with a cried ”Run!”
And, of course, the Elephant King did exactly the opposite.
He caught the flash of pink light surrounding the bramble, before his eyes solidly met Alysanne’s brightly verdant and even gaze. And her words; they were leveled at him, he knew. Did she really think so little of him? Did she think he would leave his herd to defend themselves?
Ignoring such thoughts, for there was a possible threat on hand, he shifted to fully face the bramble thicket, “Move back,” his deep rumble sounded. Though it was mostly pointless as Oizys surged towards it, attacking with electric wolves that prowl. He sighed, though her magic might be useful, she was still a slender and fragile foal (for all that her bravado made her seem like she wasn’t).
It would be difficult to attack whatever came out of the thicket with his magic from so far away and not hit another with his lava-elephants. So, taking a deep breath his body shifted into the heavy, greatly trunked elephant form. The transformation wasn’t unpleasant, it just rooted his great hooves to the earth as his bones and muscles changed.
And he stomped forward, trunk raised and chest glowing as he prepared to send out his magic to protect those of the Edge. He was infinitely glad, in that moment, for the many hours he had spent along the cliffs, honing control of his magma magic by repeatedly hurling molten elephants over the edge. As he came within proximity to the thicket, his deep voice boomed again, “Show yourself. We do not want harm to befall yourself or ourselves.”
Tembovu
No matter how fast or far a man runs he cannot escape his fate.
The startling sound from the brambles caused the amber stallion to stagger backwards, those kind verdant eyes knitting together at the brow with worry and fear. He leaned on his hocks, ready to either leap away and warn the herd or fight?
Tilney had hardly fought a battle of any kind, great or small in his life. As a colt he had preferred to spend his days in the company of his herds elders as opposed to sharpening his antlers and sparring with his peers.
Tilney had hardly noticed that his apprentice now stood trembling at his hip; the god-awful roars and squeals had stolen every sliver of his frightened, bewildered attention until he caught the gaze of the double-pennoned nurse. "Ultima!" was a horrified roar of his own. The tone in his voice was quite scalding, as if she had just told him she'd killed some poor creature and needed a pair of antlers to hide the body. There was no time to begin a lecture on why she shouldn't be there and until moments ago she would of been perfectly welcome; It's not like any of them anticipated a little hedge pruning to come to this.
The bronze man could only do what he could with the little time he assumed they had and stepped in front of the feather light girl, crown lowered and aimed towards the enemy. He agreed heartily with the shrill call made by his friend and colleague Alysanne - they absolutely must not let this harm the herd, or anything for that matter. What a catastrophy it would be if this spectre were to explode and take the trees and all kinds of flora with it? The edgers left would have no shelter for one thing nor no food. "Tembovu!" Tilney bellowed over the screeching noises "Should we call an evacuation!? We could have everyone out in only a few minutes at full gallop with directions from the air!"
It was only after he looked at the other faces around him that Tilney began to ask himself, Is this my doing?
It was he who had set the thicket aflame, and he who unleashed this horrid spectral creature upon them. Honour prevented the amber stallion from standing on the sidelines; he would protect his friends in the best way he could!
His first strike was to paw like a bull at a matador, snorting gruffly. He had seen his father do this to chill his opponents to the bone, right before he charged like an angry ram and broke the defendants every rib. Each tine of his fearsome antlers were aimed directly at the heart of the brambles and the squealing phantom as he took three marching steps forwards. Next he spoke in a voice none present had ever heard from him, and likely would not ever again. "we here have mother moon on our side; we are not afraid!"
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
Okay, well when shit just seemed to go down apparently it turned into a shitstorm.
Like now, her peaceful little incursion was suddenly graced with the presence of their king. She was starting to think he was trying to make her uncomfortable. Alas she could avoid him thought. With a small nod in agreement to Alysanne’s question of helping, she began scuttling sideways away from Tembovu.
The best way to not kill someone was to avoid that. Simple right? Hopefully. She didn’t think the Edge would be too kind to a queen who killed her king. Then they start asking questions and all this blah blah blah.
As others came forward with their overzealous greetings she simply offered a smile and a nod. She appreciated the attention, but all the mellifluous words were hardly worth wasting air on. Her body was nowhere near the ideal. She was covered head to toe in scars and honestly, her eye wasn’t such a pretty sight either- literally.
But suddenly a wailing and cracking seemed to bleed from deep within the brambles. Something was screeching at them to run. Some unknown filly in all her bravado waltzed and talked as if she wasn’t afraid. Now that, my dear child, is one way to get killed. Even if the situation didn’t warrant it, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes as Tembovu decided to be the knight in shining armor and try to get him to move. And his big mean voice- she could laugh if she didn’t fear for the lives of others here.
She simply meandered near to where Tembovu was, and stood. No giant masculine display, instead it was one of calm rage and pent up anxiety. Basically, she was a ticking time bomb. But hey, between the two of him, who was the one with the brawn? He may be big, but Elsa knew personally that it made up for the lack of growth in another area.
Amidst the panic, Elsa spoke. “What my counterpart here is trying to say is give away your ambush position so we can kill you. I, on the other hand, would be more than willing to jump in there with you for a game of hide and seek. Loser dies.” She shrugged, maybe it’s because she could care less about her life right now, but she made the deal. Not only did that prevent stupid elephant boy over there from screwing up, but it also kept others in safety and enough time for them to get the hell out in case she does become mysterious monster food. Either way, in the scheme of things, they needed Tembovu more than herself. Edgar squawked in agreement from his perch, peering as far as he could into the dark thicket.
I flicked a creamy ear towards the sound, furrowing my brow and pausing my grazing to listen more intently. A moment passed, and the sound continued, reverberating through the land. I snorted a smoky breath at the ground, raising my head slowly, pinning my ears as the sound drone on. It was far too close to the herd's borders for me to simply ignore it. It could have been someone simply testing out their magic, a colt being irresponsible, a filly playing a game, but oh, the chances of it being more, being a creature horrendous and volatile in nature, were as probable. Even though I held a flimsy title to my name, Captain of the Edge, I felt no calling to my duties. If the lives of my herdmates were in jeopardy, it was second nature for me to react.
So I leapt from my grazing spot, raising my wings slightly to give my bounds an extra oomph, allowing me to cover more ground faster. I needed faster, I needed to get to whatever was going on. The smells of other horses hit my senses, and my heart lurched when I recognized both my mother and the King among them. Both of them? Yeah, no, this couldn't be good.
I slowed my pace to a walk as I arrived upon the scene, in time to see a brilliant pink light die; hear the panicked voices of my herdmates, and the end of the Icebound's aberrant speech. I snorted a smoky breath of disapproval as I walked up to her side that wasn't occupied by the Elephant King. I offered a smile to Edgar, before hardening my gaze and moving it back to my mother. I doubted my mother would lose, but it was far too dangerous of a prospect when she didn't even know what she was up again yet.
"I can't let you do that," I stated firmly through ebony tendrils of my breath and with a flick of my pale tail. And then a smirk, my pale amber gaze glimmered as I rose to my full height. "Not alone," I added, moving my gaze to that of the thicket, and whatever monstrosity lurked within it's brambles.
With all the talk at the meeting about herd quests and things like that the filly once again wanted to try and make herself useful. Really she had no idea what she planned to do to help but surely there was something that she could manage to not screw up. Setting off with her head held high she wandered in the general direction that she noted most of the other herd members were going off to. Moving slowly so as not to get stepped on she kept her tail tucked against her so nobody would trip on it and break her precious charm bangle. She wouldn't know what to do with herself if she somehow managed to lose the bangle for it was the only thing she had that still connected her to her mother, it was something that she would protect with her life if she had to.
Arriving on scene there were many of the herd clearing away the nasty sticky brambles that literally stuck to anything. She watched everyone work for a little bit to try and find something that she could jump in and do. Elsa had managed to make use of her magic to help break apart the brambles while others helped, but when she tried to shatter the ice with her own hooves all she managed was to fall on her face with her hooves slipping in the cold surface. Picking herself up with more determination she tried yet again to smash her front hooves against a portion of the ice this time at least managing to stay on her feet but no matter what she tried she did not have enough strength to break the ice apart into chunks like the others. Frowning down at her work she decided on a new tactic of trying to split the ice apart with her horns. This idea was practically arubtly failed when things started to move and crack all on their own.
Pinning her ears back at the super loud noise she retreated backwards a few steps stopping only when she heard the voice from within. She is waking up? What could that mean she wondered silently a little frightened by the whole screaming and the rest of the herd reacting in various ways. Glancing around her she spotted Temby a little ways away standing tall against the threatening voice while others seemed to retreat back behind others. Swallowing the fear that had been choking her she moves forward a step drawing herself up as tall as she could, she wanted to be brave just like the others were. Snorting nervously she cranes her neck forward trying to look deep into the heart of where the voices were coming from. "Hello?" she calls out trying to be of some help to whoever the small voice belonged to.
The wolves of electricity issued no response from the voice within the thicket, nor did the taunts, challenges, or propositions from any of the assembled herd members.
But only for a few moments. Then things definitely started to happen.
The sky overhead darkened and the temperature dropped suddenly as if a tornado was suddenly active in the area. Only there was no wind or any other discernible changes - merely the darkening of the sky and the plummeting air temperature. The brambles which had been green and thick, suddenly appeared to harden and turn in on themselves, turning black as they did so. The thorns however were now a brilliant red. Black smoke began to fill the interior of the thicket before seeping outwards - only the smoke didn't seem to follow the same physical laws as did the rest of the mists in the edge. No, this smoke seemed to creep on the ground like tendrils - no fingers. It stretched outwards, halting only a few feet away from the thicket, as if some beast within but without eyes, was feeling for these infringing upon its body.
There was another shifting crack from deep within the earth, a sound so hollow but resonant that it was likely to make your ears pop. The smoke pulsed even more blackish purple for a second as if responding to the movement deep within the rocky heart of the Edge.
The small pink glow issued again - like a beacon from within the blackness of the thicket. "Please!" It begged again, "You don't understand!" Now the light seemed to flash towards Tilney and Tembovu. "She is one of the creatures of the moon! You will get no aid from your queen here!" The voice, now sounding more childlike and terrified than ever continued, now seeming to address Elsa. "This is no game!" Her voice continued in that hushed whisper, as if she was afraid that whatever it was which controlled (or was creating?) the black smoke would hear her. There was another flash of pink - and this time perhaps a shape (was it like a fawn?) from within the blackness.
"Please! You must leave this place! There is only one way to destroy this thicket and that is to destroy her. But don't you see? She is of the moon. You can't!"
WHO DARES TO TRY AND ATTACK ME? Boomed a voice so loud that it would rattle your teeth and the bones in your ears. But the voice sounded amused - it also sounded as though it had the power to eviscerate everyone assembled, but amused as well.
Anyone with magic that has wind or dark components will not work properly for this thread! The magic will either fizzle and do nothing, or will backfire on you! If you have passive magic with one of these elements, it will simply stop working. This applies to rank magic as well.
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An ear flicked sideways as Tilney was affronted at Ultima’s presence. But his attention was more focused on the threat before them. Though Elsa’s cool presence near him and her equally cold words that directly contradicted his own. An ear swept towards her, eyes glancing askant towards her careless face, “Do not endanger the herd because of our troubles. We must be united,” his rumble was quiet and quick. Though he knew he would likely regret the words, they needed to be said. Because if they were divided, whatever threat they faced would easily overtake them.
More appeared, but he was not left long to caution Hera from approaching the bramble or admire Auriel for standing so valiantly alongside her mother. The pale, pink light approached him and his Moon Doctor, the childish voice begging and pleading for them to leave such a place. “You will get no wait from your queen here.” And, somehow, the King knew the faint deer did not mean Elsa. She (when had it become feminine to him?) mean the Moon Goddess. His eyes narrow as he recalled the day he had asked the goddess for protection for their borders, ”There is also a particularly nasty bramble patch deep in the forest ... remove it,” she had said. No warning then and now help now. His lips pressed together; the ways of the gods were beyond the grasp of mere mortals. But this mere mortal King was angry that she should allow him to unknowingly put his herd in danger.
Navy eyes flicker to the foals gathered: Oizys, Hera. They were children, and despite Oizys’s eagerness to fight, their small bodies made their young lives fragile. His teeth grit and his trunk sways: what was the purpose of this? Destroying one of the moon’s monsters without her help? Was this creature beyond her control? Did she wish to see them wrestle with with her creation, to save herself the trouble of dealing with it?
But he was not left long to these thoughts, for a voice boomed that shook his chest and reverberated from his barrel to his rounded elephant feet. Sensitive elephant ears pinned back to try and gain some relief from the noise. However, the substance of the words sank into his body, and the Elephant King gave a knowing glance at Elsa and Auriel, the two warriors present, before stepping forward, trunk once again raising and massive ivory tusks brandishes.
“We ask you you leave the Edge peacefully,” though he knew the words were futile by the amused and lordly voice, “But we are prepared to defend ourselves.” And, to emphasize the point, sweat beaded along his wrinkled neck and chest as an magma elephant slowly peeled from his elephantine chest. His skin prickled with the heat, threatening to blister once it was entirely out of his skin.
And, the lava-creature rose its own dripping trunk in warning, ears flapping in rage and sending droplets of sizzling, molten rock. With great concentration and effort, the Elephant King exercised his shaking control over his creature as its head swung around for something to charge. And they waited.
Tembovu
No matter how fast or far a man runs he cannot escape his fate.
Tembovu uses his magic and the Elephant is in front of him, about to charge whatever comes out.
(Also, Tembovu is an Elephant right now)
:: [ Magic: EarthxFire | Can summon a mini-magma-elephant that charges opponent/nearest other and explodes on impact ]
:: [ Restrictions | Lasts for 20 seconds in battle and requires considerable effort and concentration ]
What the hell was going on? Her teal eyes shifted the the lands around. The Temperature fell to chilling world. Clouds darkened and the trees almost seem to tell her a storm was upon them. Tin gazed to the mare Something wrong She nodded her head in agreement and picked up a canter. The pair moved quickly through the brush and trees. Then she saw a small group of people around what seemed to be the source of all the madness. Silver flecks widened as she watched her world get swallowed by a dark beast growing with thorns. Cream hooves slowed as she moved past the crowd around it. She walked past the children and then her queen. Tin stayed back to try and protect the kid's in case something were to happen.
The pale golden specter stood next to the Elephant King and she watched his chest flair with magma. Then a beast formed in front of them dripping with the flame like substance. Her teal eyes watched the tangled thing in front of them, and the flaming creature charge at it. Her gaze fell back to Tembovu I will try my best to help you. Her teal eyes closed and the thoughts raced through her crowned skull. Her opalescent horn started to from a bright glowing ball of light. Everyone please close your eyes for a moment. The light grew brighter and brighter making the land glow with the static white light. Then the Cornea discharge flashed with a bright blinding light. It traveled through all parts of the land and touched anyone near her. The blinding light lasted for just a few seconds, and when is dissipated the world smelled like fresh rain. A sigh left her maw as she waited and watched to see what the brier bush would do. She looked over to her King with a faint weak smile, then to Tin who was standing behind her.
speaking
:: [ Magic: LightxSpark | Cornea discharge from horn can purify a creature or environment of infection ]
:: [ Restrictions | May only use 5 times a month ]
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
Elsa offered a warm smile to her daughter, and gently reached her muzzle out to touch her shoulder. She may have not been the best mother in the word, but she was glad Auriel had stuck around, and at least given her a few chances to bond with her. Edgar to return “his” daughters smile, with a quiet, friendly squawk. ”Thank you, Auriel,” She murmured softly.
But it rubbed her the wrong way that Tembovu was being so indignant. Sometimes she believed him to be a fool. But even he, the mighty king, was falling for her distraction. Instead of trying to explain the situation she just allowed him to do his whole testosterone mumbo jumbo. Between him and the black smoke, she was sure she had accidentally gotten into a stash of plants she should not have gotten into.
Then Tembovu became a fucking elephant. If it were not Helovia that she had lived in, maybe she would’ve flipped shit. Instead she gave him a slightly disgusted sideways stare. Then he had little elephant this made of magma. And he had Mbwene. A cocky retort boiled to the tip of her tongue, wanting to say that he needed to be more creative, but the dark voice within still needed an answer other than leave. It was obvious, by the fact that they were currently destroying the thicket, that whatever was inside needed to leave. Raeden was trying some sparkly magic, and so she briefly shut her eyes to avoid being blinded.
”We could always just talk too, however I am very interested into why you are currently living in probably the most uncomfortable place in the Edge.” Elsa shrugged, by now convinced her loose mouth would get her killed anyway. ”And we aren’t attacking you per se, we’re just trying to destroy the thicket. Which, incidentally, is apparently your home.” Edgar only shook his head in utter disappointment at his bonded’s nonchalant conversation with some sinister dark force.
The painted pegasus no longer too lazy patrols over the edge, she flew with a purpose after the herd had been the victim of repeated attacks from thieves. The wind whipped angrily at her mane and ruffled her feathers (though not more than those disrespecting the Edge’s borders). Iona had long since become used to the blinding wind. Disrespect, however, would never sit well with her. She snorted, but the sound was lost in the whipping wind.
As she flew towards the border she caught the unmistakable shapes of both her sister and Elsa who seemed to be tackling the thicket clearing project. Iona made a note to double back when her patrol was finished and see what she could do to help. The winged could see the use for the little project, but she wondered about the overall efficacy of such a project. I mean, wasn’t the glass health hazard evidence of such a project gone bad? Nevertheless, she saw how it could be helpful against a ground attack, but Iona was always looking for the weak spots. And right now she was concerned about the skies. She could chase out petty thieves or solitary attackers...but she couldn’t keep out an army of winged invaders.
She called upon her rank magic and masked herself from view, hoping to have some advantage in flushing out would-be thieves. She was doing her best not to descend into a stage of paranoia, but found herself struggling. However before she could even reach the border, she was distracted by a mighty bellow.
And then the screaming started. Or at least that’s the best word that Iona had to describe it. Panicked, she turned and hurried back towards where she’d last seen her sister - immediately concerned for Alysanne’s safety and wondering just what the bloody hell was going on. As she grew closer Iona suddenly grew disoriented and then suddenly…visible. Her magic had been stripped away. The sky grew dark and the air around became bitterly cold.
She wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking at, because the thicket she had flown over not so long ago certainly wasn’t the same one she was looking at now. She landed near the group and slid to a stop before trotting over to Alysanne, her ears pinned to her skull. She looked to the others, while keeping a wary eye on the angry looking thicket. “What the hell is going on?”
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