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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.
They were deep enough in now that the boughs overhead formed a sort of protective arch, barring the Frostfall snows from reaching here. It also blocked out the majority of the light, giving the woods an eerie, dark, silent quality. Isopia of course, didn't mind at all. Had she ever been afraid in her life? Despite her bad memory, she was quite confident that she hadn't. The demigoddess did not fear the unknown, did not fear the dark, and certainly was not afraid of things. It was merely a consequence of her rigid academic view of the world that made her that way. And so, without thoughts of what monsters might be lurking in the shadows around her, she trudged on through the silent woods.
Hubris, the bronze dragon, carried an acorn charm that glowed a soft golden light. He flew above and ahead of her, helping to light her way. The little dragonling would trill his thoughts to her as they went, having a silent conversation all to themselves. Isopia's cape fluttered a red trail behind her body as she moved on incredibly long legs.
So much had happened to her as of late, that the Mountain was content to simply turn her thoughts away from the drama and the politics that had plagued her, and to consider more interesting topics, like philosophy or physics. Such things came naturally to the demigoddess, and so she let her mind easily move through facts and considerations that likely would have seemed boring or tedious to others. Luckily though, it seemed there was only Hubris around to share her thoughts with.
nose the strands of her silver tail. She could not hide her approach if she tried, and in truth, she would never want to. There is no cause to sneak around - mostly because she is nothing in these lands; a nobody. Unimportant and non-threatening, if it weren’t for her gilded splendor, she might easily slide along in the shadows of Helovia’s very interesting world. The weight of responsibility is gone, and she finds she misses it, much like a small child would miss their beloved security blanket.
The small pockets of light that are able to get through the heavy boughs and layers of snow glint off her coat as the fine-boned, feathered mare moves through them. As she walks, Yael notices small beacon of light, almost like a firefly (except that is so not the season for fireflies), which gives her reason to pause. Without ever thinking to worry about it, she moves to cross the flying light’s somewhat straight path and eventually comes to realize that it is not indeed a firefly, but a small dragon. With a horse in tow. It is too dim to truly make out the equine that follows, but there is no avoiding each other now.
Ah, but it seems that this strangers glitters too, and so they make quite a shiny trio - the thought of which brings a small smile to Yael’s recently very somber face. As the winged (and horned) wanderer’s features become more distinct, her gaze lingers on the decorations, and she finds herself comparing them to Erthe and Toulouse’s adornments. Yael has a hidden treasure tucked beneath her mane, but aside from her appearance and markings (of which she still has no knowledge, having yet to closely examine herself in placid water), she is plain.
It is fitting for a woman in mourning.
Perhaps more quietly than usual, so as not to break the cathartic silence of the Forest, Yael calls out to the stranger in her accented tongue. "Shalom," followed by a brief pause. "T'at's a lovely cape you xaf." Because it is, and part of Yael wishes that she could have such a cape, to keep her warm outside of the forest.
yael
by night, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in sleep shall defeat the darkness
Isopia was not one to outwardly express the few emotions that she experienced, but if she were, she might have groaned as the sunlight coloured mare approached. Though there was no snow to herald her arrival, through her own senses as well as those Hubris provided silently to her, she was able to discern the mare's approach while she was still a goodish distance away. Given their proximity and the dimness of the forest, there was no real way Isopia could avoid the encounter. Even if she shifted into her raven form, it would be clear that she was trying to escape the mare's presence, which, Hubris told her, would be rude.
Turning, the mountainous mare actually had to lower her gaze to inspect the golden-winged creature before her. The height difference between the two was almost laughable (though rather than laughing, it made Isopia think of her beloved Zero).
However whatever annoyance Isopia might have felt at having her solitude disturbed immediately disappeared as the mare spoke. Not only was her accent foreign, but her words were as well. Immediately Isopia's interest was piqued.
Shalom? What did that mean? The fact that the mare did not immediately ask for Isopia's name or some other irrelevant detail also solidified her standing in the demigoddess's mind.
She was interesting, if nothing else.
"Yes." Isopia agreed, stepping forward into Hubris' light so that the mare could better see the rich red cloth. It was attached to a golden pauldron with several feathers on it. Currently the feathers were white for frostfall, though changed colour based on the season. Of course this mare wouldn't know that.
"Your accent ... the words you use ... I assume you are not native to Helovia? If that's correct, from where do you hale?"
11-17-2016, 03:19 PM (This post was last modified: 11-17-2016, 03:19 PM by Yael.)
like a jar, you housed infinite tenderness
and infinite tenderness shattered you
Had Yael known her company was unwanted, she would have taken it upon herself to skirt the dragon-horse pair, and leave them be. There is little as annoying as being intruded upon when all you want is solitude. As nice as the little mare usually is, she, too, has been testy during her ‘me-time.’
Rudeness would have been hurtful, but ultimately forgiven, considering that Yael probably wouldn’t have been able to identify the stranger in the light anyway. Oh well. Shoulda-woulda-coulda. Perhaps it would be a fruitful meeting, at least for one of them.
Yes. Yael almost snorts, surprised at the answer. She doesn’t, though her head does tilt a tad to the right, gaze growing ever more curious. She’s dealt with direct leaders before, but there was usually always a ‘Hello’ first. Her shoulders and wings shift ever so slightly, rolling down to make her neck longer. Oof, the mare is taller than she is, but then most are; she makes Yael think of Vanquish, and a flicker of sorrow flies across her face. No, she definitely is not of Helovia. Though whether she owes any land allegiance now is also under review.
At first, her voice catches in her throat, betraying her emotions. “Ah… no. I xaf only recently come xere. From...” she pauses briefly, not to find the right words, but to decide which where she hales. “... several places, I suppose. B’kanna. Before t’at, Tzion, in ze land of Yisrael.” A weak smile. Pretending it all didn’t hurt like hell right now to recount it, but knowing that she must. “I cahn only assume you ahsk because you are natif, yes?” Another brief pause, and then a hint of amusement creeps into her voice. “Ahm I t’hat odd?” As if to say - have you not seen your skull markings, and adornments, and horns that are from no animal that Yael’s ever seen.
And she has seen quite a few - both mythical and ordinary.
@Yael
Whatever emotion it was which coloured the mare's words, Isopia had no clue. Intoning feeling or emotion from the way others pronounced their words - or even how their faces moved - was not something that Isopia did particularly well. Hubris was far better at it than she was, but most of the time unless asked, he kept his interpretations to himself.
Still, Isopia looked upon this petite mare with really interest ow. Her ears flickered ever so slightly with each of the mares words. The demigoddess could understand her perfectly well, that was no problem. But it was almost as if she wanted to capture every angle of her speech to preserve it forever in her memory. And in a way, that is what she was trying to do.
The places Yael spoke of didn't so much as tickle any memories in Isopia's mind. That fact, combined with her beautiful accent, surely suggested that she was from somewhere much more exotic than the few rival continents littered in close proximity to Helovia.
"It is true that I was born in Helovia." She agreed, though that was not necessarily the reason that she had asked her question. Still, she let this go, and answered the mare's instead. "If by odd, you mean some sort of outlier, then yes. Even those that I have met who are from lands other than these .... they do not speak with an accent nearly as thick nor as foreign. Their lands must be quite close to this one ... but yours seems quite far." Pausing, Isopia considered the mare's words once again and frowned slightly. "Unless of course you meant odd in terms of your appearance in which case-" The demigoddess allowed her eyes to fall over the mare's petite, golden form. There was nothing odd or remarkable about her really. Had she not opened her mouth to speak, Isopia wouldn't have any cause to believe her from far away lands. -no. You look regular to me."
11-28-2016, 03:11 PM (This post was last modified: 11-28-2016, 03:11 PM by Yael.)
Never has Yael been so scrutinized. She is used to doing the scrutinizing, the interrogating, digging for information with and without permission. Isopia’s ears flicker in attention and her gaze roams over her body, in which a lonly Yael is unconsciously reminded of her lover’s gaze. The talon hidden by dark-tipped locks seems to warm against her neck, and she finds she must grit her teeth and steel her spine a bit. Swallow whatever outward reactions she might want to make - anything that deviates from neutral. All too quickly first impressions quickly burn away and the golden foreigner realizes that this is actually nothing like Vanquish’s gaze, under which she preened and purred like some half-bird, half-cat creature in heat. The mare is polished, cold metal like the pieces of jewelry she so casually wears. Her gaze is calculating, her tone matter of fact. She has a feeling this pauldroned mare is not going to be like Lyanna and Toulouse.
Yael feels flush and foolish, happier now more than ever that she has perfected the patient, smiling mask that rulers must so often wear.
She swallows thickly, but does her best to contain her disappointment. “Ah... I t’ought as much.” There is yet to be someone who’s heard of her homelands. It’s enough to make a woman wonder if she’s somehow crossed both time and space and entered another world. There are powers greater than she out there, and if she is correct, her tribe’s teaching that there was only one God is oh so very wrong. Time to move the topic forward, lest she begin to linger in sadness. With an attempt at levity, the petite mare starts again, “I’m beginning to t’ink t’at I came from anozer vorld altogezer, but t’en t’at vould not explain ze language similarities. So.” A shrug. It will remain a mystery for now.
Yael shifts her weight and settles to a more comfortable position. Her gaze darts to the little dragon and she smiles a bit, the corners of her mouth lifting to one side. “Eef you xaf ze time, may I join you? T’ere ahr many kestyons… but of course, I vould not vant to bozer you.”
Who needs names when you can get right down to it?
yael
by night, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in sleep shall defeat the darkness
Isopia listens, having to concentrate to pick out the words through the mare's dynamic and beautiful accent. For a moment the demi-goddess feels almost entranced, as if wanting to block out the linguistic content and merely listen to the cadence of the sounds. But, even Isopia knows this would not be polite, and so she dutifully listens, all the while appreciating Yael's accent.
"That is possible. There were great battles a few seasons ago ... rifts in space and time. Four of them occurred here, bringing forth all manner of creatures from worlds which seemed impossibly different from this one." Isopia offered a small shrug as if to say, there you go. "Perhaps it is through one of those that you came..." Isopia found it strange that Yael couldn't account for how it was she got here, but decided not to press it. The past of others seemed to be a secret that many kept just as guarded as Isopia did her own name.
As Yael's gaze fell to Hubris, the bronzey dragon waved enthusiastically and beamed a smile full of sharp teeth. Though Isopia was not normally one who enjoyed company, for this oddly-speaking mare, she would make an exception. That, and she was always glad to answer questions.
"Of course." Isopia said with a nod of her head. "What would you like to know?"
Rifts in time and space? Upon hearing those words, Yael’s lips purse into a thin line, a look of deep pondering dragging her down, down, down, into what she thinks to be possible and impossible. What once certain (her powers, her love, her home) has been violently torn asunder, and in this particular rabbit hole, she imagines that everything is not quite as it seems. Yet the mare says that creatures who were impossibly different came through these breaks - and Yael could be mistaken for a native if she chose to keep her mouth shut. Which is not to say that the tears in reality did not expand beyond their knowing (for such is the nature of magic), but that at least one other world is - or was - connected to Xelovia.
Magic once seared the inside of her veins, consuming her in a blindingly yellow-white flame, devouring all mortality and spitting it back out in immutable, pristine condition. She has yet to see her level of power here, and in some regards it is a relief. The envy that would eat away at her would be… immense, she imagines. At the same time, she wonders if there are any who might be able to understand how one can lose the power to walk among the stars and see the glory of the life light in the world around them. The power the raise the dead. To punch through the veil of reality - ah, there it is.
With a soft hum in the back of her throat, her eyes refocus catching the toothy smile the little dragon offers, which is followed up by the mare’s generous gift. “Toda raba, T’ank you.” A moment of silence stretches between them while Yael forms her first question. She doesn’t want to seem completely ignorant, but the truth is that for the most part, she is. “Eef you vere to describe Xelovia to somevone xoo vas blind, xoo vanted to know vhat your xome vas like, vhat vould you say?” Because all she can see right now is gray skies and winter’s depressing blanket on everything.
She is more than willing to answer questions about herself, in return, but isn’t sure if that’s something her guide is interested in.
yael
by night, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in sleep shall defeat the darkness
Isopia found the mare's question intriguing and thought provoking. Her golden eyes scanned the snow-saturated ground for several minutes as they walked, contemplating what it was the mare had asked.
The demi-goddess often thought in absolutes, equations, or tensed-logics. Rarely was she descriptive or poetic, though despite the fact that the accented-mare was asking for a visual account of Helovia, Isopia didn't quite think that she was meant to paint her a portrait with her words. Though, perhaps she was wrong about that.
"I would say.." Isopia began, her tone careful and her tongue carefully rounding out the words as she spoke. "..that these lands have many secrets." Physically, Helovia was a land like any other, really (though how could Isopia know that, given that she had never left these borders?) It had mountains and valleys, rivers and streams. It was bordered by an ocean, professed deserts and lush meadows ... such things were to be found elsewhere in the world. So surely they were not what made Helovia unique. "There is much hidden behind what can be seen. Beautiful meadows that hide dead bodies, towering trees to commemorate where atrocities occurred. Deserts and barren lands forged from wrath and regret." What did it all come down to?
Isopia's voice trailed off as they walked, and inwardly the demi-goddess began to picture mentally what it was her words were describing. It was history. Knowledge. That was what made Helovia unique, secretive, and magical. One could walk by the trees growing in the Veins of the Gods and never know that they were planted there to memorialize the souls taken by the Moon Goddess.
"Helovia is a beautiful place, like many beautiful places. It is only knowledge that unlocks its secrets and reveals the hidden depths."
Isopia thought of the spring hidden deep within the caves below Helovia's Heart - how her Father had placed it there to heal the sickness that befell Helovia, causing its inhabitants to lose their minds and become wraiths of death. That spring was still there, only now its waters simply ran cool and clear.
"Perhaps that is not the answer you were seeking." She added after a moment, large shoulders shrugging slightly. "But it is not the part of Helovia which you can see which makes it special. It's the part that you can't."
01-03-2017, 05:29 PM (This post was last modified: 01-03-2017, 07:29 PM by Yael.)
The mare is correct (again); the answer she gives isn’t quite the golden one is looking for, but as Yael listens, she finds herself swept up in her own imagination, listening, and comparing it to her own home. How many B’kannians sank themselves beneath the sands of the Desert, waiting for the grains to shift and pile over them? What memories lay in the ash of the Valley or the Chamber as it burned time and time again? Or the sweet, pungent depths of the Jungle, far too vast for anyone but the Sisterhood to truly know what it held? And she came so late to that world… but saw so much in what seems like both the flash of a second and an eternity.
Yael keeps pace with her, letting the words come as they will, without hurry or impatience. A cursory glance to her companion revealed that thoughts were whirling around in her head, but never a hint of what she was not saying. The images that came into Isopia’s mind were hers, and hers alone. How nice of the Mountain that Knows (ah, but Yael has more pressing questions than her name)to bestow something upon the ignorant supplicant.
The gilded woman trills a soft hmmmm in the back of her throat. “All lands xaf t’eir secrets, no? Xowever, not all lands xaf mageec...een my first, ze God vitxeld eet. All of eet. Een my second, I xad more t’an most could fazom… but t’is seems like an in-bet’een place, yes?” She looks to the woman for confirmation, and then to the little dragon again. “Aside from secrets, Vhat ees at ze xeart of Xeloveea?”
Tell me what keeps you here, Yael means. For her guide does not seem to be the type to sit still and twiddle her thumbs, waiting for something to happen.
yael
by night, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in sleep shall defeat the darkness
The God's withheld it? That struck Isopia as a strange notion. With so many born with magic already surging through their veins (herself included), the idea that such natural talents could be withheld made something inside of Isopia clench. That the God's would be that ... hands on? Was that the right way of framing it? That they would micromanage their inhabitants in a way as to stifle their natural development made Isopia want to scream. She hardly liked it when anyone spoke to her, much less restricted what it was she could or couldn't do.
In my second home... Isopia's ears twitched at the mare's account, wondering if she was being truthful, or boastful. Isopia herself possessed an incredible array of magic, and her Father (obviously) even moreso. She wondered whether or not Yael knew who it was she was speaking to (likely not), and to a greater extent, what the manifestation in these lands of magical attributes really was like.
If Yael knew all that Helovia had to offer, would she still think that she had possessed unparalleled magic at one time?
"Like what?" Isopia asked, wondering what sort of magic it could be, that prompted the mare to think that it stretched the limits of the imagination.
As Yael asked her own question, Isopia sighed, already knowing the answer. "Unlike most, I am tethered to this place. I could never leave it." Her eyes scanned the trees as the light filtered through onto the snowy ground below. "I was born to fulfill a role here, to provide balance to this lands and act as a .." She paused thoughtfully, hating what she was about to say. "-an emissary of my Father." The demi-goddess' shoulders shrugged. "I have three cousins who have the same duties as I." She concluded with another shrug.
01-06-2017, 03:59 PM (This post was last modified: 01-06-2017, 04:00 PM by Yael.)
She will never pretend to know the capricious nature of the God(s), either the one she originally worshipped, the spirit of B’kanna, or whomever watches over Xelovia. There is no other word to truly describe their outlook on their worlds, why they do the things they do, how exacting they are of their followers, or any number of other decisions they make. In fact, given the prevalence of magic outside Yisrael, Yael is more and more apt to come to the following conclusion: that her first G-d was the wrong God, or better yet, not a God at all, but a figment of the imagination made up to keep the tribes under control of the spiritual leaders. It wouldn’t be the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard of - those in power often do unspeakable things to keep their power - and creating a primogeniture and class based system is far easier than continuously waging war. Who wouldn’t fall in line with the threat of ostracization and insinuated certain death hanging over their heads?
Is there a ‘right’ God? Probably not. If every land has a different creator, it couldn’t possible be that only one of them is ‘right’ and the rest are ‘wrong.’ And if several work as a team? Well, everyone has a favorite parent, right? So it must be like that.
Like what? Isopia asks, and Yael is almost surprised to hear her ask a question. Before she answers, however, the golden stranger struggles with wondering whether or not this mare believes her. She can’t detect any sarcasm, but the lady seemed to have a fairly level tone, no matter what the topic. And yet, she can think of no reason to lie, for further inquiries about the how’s and what does it feel like to do…? would surely prove her experiences are true. With a deep breath and her eyes on the winged mare at her wide, Yael begins to list the powers of her past. “Shapesheefteeng, empat’ee, xealeeng… element maneepulation, telepat’ee, eenveesibilitee, construction, protecteeve barriers, resurrection… “ Her voice trails off, and her gaze drops to the ground. “I tried to do good vit eet all, but een ze end… ah, perxaps I failed.” Her shoulders shrug, because there is nothing else she can do, and no way now that she could ever rectify her more controversial actions.
At least Isopia takes over the conversation again, and there are some things she strategically avoids saying that strike Yael as rather odd. Not only does she not answer the question, but she seems to imply that she is part of the heart of Xelovia. There are many who would boast about having a powerful father, and at first, Yael thinks she might be the daughter of one of the Kings of a herd. But then why would she be unable to leave? Balance, though, that is… something different. It speaks of a greater responsibility than governance, as if the fate of the land itself lay before her. Curious and curiouser.
It is best to be direct - politely so. “You seem to teeptoe around vhat eet ees your fazer does, vhat your role ees.” Had Yael hands, she would have thrown them up in a gesture of goodwill and reassurance, but her words must now suffice. “I shall not pry, but I am cureeous… a Keeng, or… more? Ach, eet ees no matter. Keep your seecret, I xaf nozing to try and get from you.” she says lightly, jokingly, meaning it entirely and quickly moving on. She indicates towards the little bronze dragon next. “Xoo ees your beautiful freend? Eet seems kite deevoted to you? I xaf seen ozers vit freends too, but t’ey ahr not all dragons…”
yael
by night, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in sleep shall defeat the darkness
[ @Isopia I’m trying to reconcile timelines here, with the Arah thread and this one. I think this still works for her logically, but let me know if i’m messing around with Yael’s knowledge too much :)]
Please only tag in starter posts, or if the thread is getting dusty
Force and magic allowed, no death please
Isopia listens to the list of abilities that Yael professes to have once possessed. While on their own, none are especially impressive, together, they do suggest the power of a god. Or, gods. Isopia had always assumed that the magical-limit that they experienced was merely a function of being mortal. But was this limitation instead related to Helovia specifically? If Yael was a mortal who could maintain so many abilities, then surely the limitation was related to the lands they currently occupied, rather than the bodies. For a moment Isopia was unsure what to think or what to ask to find the answers she sought. Finally, she stumbled forward, awkwardly verbalizing her thoughts. "That is impressive. Such ... is not possible in Helovia. Individually those powers exist here, but not all together. " Pausing, Isopia swallowed, as if her next question was somehow an insight into her own personality, rather than just an innocuous query about Yael. "Are you...mortal?"
Isopia was impressed that the golden mare pointed out the Mountain's obvious attempts to circumvent personal questions. Most who noticed were too passive to bother asking, and Isopia actually found this sort of confrontation rather refreshing. And, given that Iso had asked personal things of the mare, she thought it only proper to reciprocate.
"Not a King exactly.." She said, and then realized she was still hedging her words. With a sigh and an internal determination to speak more plainly, she continued. "He is the God of the Earth. Helovia has four Gods, as you likely know. Each of them has a child - the 3 cousins I spoke of before - who are charged with maintaining balance here while they are off ... being godly, I suppose." Isopia raised a wing, as if to cut of a question. "How we are supposed to maintain that balance seems to be something we are meant to figure out as we go." She finished, assuming that would be Yael's next answer.
"This is Hubris." Isopia responded, nodding towards the bronzey dragon who was currently blowing a stream of frost and electricity out of his nostrils. "Dragons are not uncommon in Helovia, but are not as populous as they might once have been." A sly smile pushed the corners of Isopia's lips back as she regarded the bronzey creature.
like a jar, you housed infinite tenderness
and infinite tenderness shattered you
”... but, not all together.” Oh! How interesting. They really ought to get together to compare notes; the two of them bent over books, glasses perched at the ends of their noses, jotting down talking points well into the dead of night - trying to reason out why the Gods did one thing and not the other, why some cared and some didn’t. It would truly be a fascinating two person symposium.
She reacts to that statement, noticeably. A little quirk of surprise somewhere in her face: a widening of her eyes, perhaps, or a furrowing of her brow. “Eet vas unusual een ze last land too, but t’ere vere a xandful of us xoo xad eet all. But mine vas a geeft. For… safekeeping, eef you vill. To be a good vitch.” Yael chuckles softly, nodding at Isopia’s question. “Now, yes. I start to age again. Eet ees alright, I xaf leeved more t’an most.” Her head bobs up and down slowly, sagely, although really, it’s just as much of a statement for herself as it is for her guide. But the horned and winged woman need not know that.
The gilded pegasus does listen attentively, however, mulling over what it must be like to be charged with such responsibility. Balance is a vague term, and has muddy boundaries; balance between the four of them? Between light and dark? Good and bad? The elements? The list goes on and on, and she is not entirely surprised when it is revealed that they are more or less left to fend for themselves. Seems rather lonely, and Yael knows a thing or two about being lonely right now, which prompts her to speak again. “T’at sounds like a deefeecult, but potentially revarding task. Eet must be xard to be, for many eentents and purposes, alone. More t’an a ruler, but less t’an a god. Xoo can understand when so few are your ekal?” Not that Yael could pretend to know what Ispoia feels or thinks… but have mostly unparalleled powers must be similar. At least she has Hubris. Yael wistfully things that it might be nice to have a friend here… someone to help fill a tiny corner of the giant hole that is her family.
The three of them reach the edge of the forest, and Yael looks out into the snowy expanse and crinkles her nose. Yuck. But their time together has reached a natural conclusion, and so Yael looks over and smiles at the oh-so-serious mare and her little dragon friend. And then a thought. “Oh! I forgot to eentroduce myself. I am Yael. Eef ve meet again, vhat can I call you, daughter of ze Eart’?”
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