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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.
02-07-2017, 10:14 PM (This post was last modified: 02-08-2017, 08:36 PM by Althea.)
althea "VIENNE LA NUIT SONNE L'HEURE LES JOURS S'EN VONT JE DEMEURE" ooc : lazy table and emotionally compromised child || open; prolly going to end up throwing her in edge, though Her first recollection upon awakening tasted like copper.
The sunlight was painfully bright to her aching eye, and she had to turn away from it, bury her head between her legs; her eye was rolling, monocular gaze bleary and quivering. She closed both of them again, leaving her little to focus on but the throbbing pain that seemed to come from all over and a darkness colored red and green with the afterimage of the sun. Althea tried to think about other things, but she found that they hurt far more. A small, swallowed sigh struggled to escape her lips, and she slipped back into oblivion.
When she awoke for the second time, she felt raw - the soreness had been replaced with a dull, prickling sensation, as though ants were crawling just beneath her skin. In the disoriented moments that followed, she thought that it would be nice to peel it off, like a snake. When she finally opened her eyes, she found the forest shrouded in darkness; moonlight crept in, cool and soft and dappled silver, through the patches in the leaves. Althea stared blankly at the figures of the trees in front of her for a long few moments as she struggled to process where she was or how she had gotten there. She should have felt something, she knew. She should have felt something, but apathy was eating a hole in her chest where the pain should have been. In a way, she was grateful for it. Apathy was easier. Apathy (Or ignorance. She struggled to remember.) had always been easier.
Her coat was covered in scrapes, burns, and bruises – none appeared too serious, but they jabbed and ached with every move she made. She recognized some from her desperate flight from the palace, propelled on unsteady legs, rendered senseless from months kept locked up. Others she’d never seen before. She wondered if she’d fallen when she was unconscious, thrown from one realm to another by some unhappy coincidence. She wondered why she was here at all. She wondered if it mattered, because she was here, wherever here happened to be, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
The forest, at least, seemed tranquil. Staring out at the mass of trees and thick shrubs, hazy and misshapen in the scant light, she felt a sudden, squeezing sensation in her chest as she realized that the forest was not at all like she remembered forests. She hadn’t been outside since she’d lost half of her sight, she remembered, with a sudden pang. Althea had been furious when it had happened, then miserable, but even the misery had eventually faded in the singularity of the days that followed. Now it was back again, fresh and nearly overwhelming – it should have been the dead bodies that upset her, she thought. Not this. The dead bodies didn’t feel real, though. She could have reached out and touched them when she fled. Some of the faces, turned up with ghost eyes – she knew them. Her hooves splashed in their blood. Once, she slipped and fell. It should have been the bodies, but, now that they were gone, they didn’t feel real, and she didn’t feel anything.
She felt her lips contort in something reminiscent of a snarl, then, trembling, droop down to nothing again.
“There is a reason for everything, Althea,” He had said. Well, she didn’t want his words – the memory of them made her shake with some quiet fury. There was no reason for what he’d done, really. There was no reason to be so selfish. No reason to save her, no reason to destroy his own kingdom, no reason to take her eye, no reason to throw it all away for her sake. Did he think that he was saving her? Did he think that it was love? She had nothing. She was nothing, not now. Everything was gone.
Althea sucked in a deep breath, forcing herself to reign in her scattered nerves. She tensed her legs beneath her and struggled to her feet, swaying and stumbling as she grasped for balance. For now, she needed to figure out where he had thrown her, and that meant finding a way out of the forest. The girl let out a rattling sigh, and, with what determination she could muster, started out in the dark on unsteady limbs, motions mechanical and riddled with exhaust.
Feel free to use magic on/hurt Althea, just don't kill her.
Oh. Oh. She’s seen all this before, hell, she’s been through all that: swaying, unsteady steps, driven almost solely by pure determination and a giant, self-made wall between one’s self and one’s emotions. The filly (she thinks) is a slip of a shadow in the sunlight. If it weren’t for her horns and irregular markings that note her movement through the trees, Yael might have missed her. Compassion and empathy drew the little golden mother towards her, calling out with what she hoped was a kind, warm-sounding “Xello?”
It isn’t until she draws closer that the girl’s physical and emotional distress are apparent; the dark marks on her pelt and dirty, worn-out appearance. The dullness of exhaustion that lives behind dead eyes that have seen far too much for such a young life. Already heart-broken for the girl, Yael’s first instinct is to open her great big wings and wrap them around this stranger who is already as large as herself. She wanted to whisper the mourners kaddish in her ears, and lead her to the hottub that was sure to be done by now, to give her a soft place to rest her head and a sentry to guard her dreams.
It is too much to offer at once, but oh G-d, how the lost mother in her both leaps for joy at the prospect and cowers in fear behind a barely holding dam. It’s hard to describe to others just what is missing from her life, because, well… it’s easy to make more children. It’s not easy to go through the motions of the deed, and it wasn’t too long ago that Yael practically jumped out of her skin while trying to avoid touching a stallion. She isn’t… in the market to do anything more than soothe the aches and pains by being helpful and caring for others. Drawing closer from one side, the black-tipped pegasus moves to intercept the yearling, all the while fighting back the urge to call her darling and dear. That was ok when she was a Queen, when everyone knew she had a brood of children. Now? It might just seem strange.
Wide, warm eyes reach out for the girl as her accented voice calls out again. “Xello? Are… Are you all right?” Slow and easy, Yael. Slow and easy. Don't scare her away.
02-10-2017, 11:21 PM (This post was last modified: 02-10-2017, 11:49 PM by Althea.)
althea "VIENNE LA NUIT SONNE L'HEURE LES JOURS S'EN VONT JE DEMEURE" ooc : it's perfect, thanks! yael's a sweetheart <3 || open, yael
She told herself to focus on walking – one foot after another, after another, after another, after another –, but it seemed that every time she blinked she saw those eyes, saw the bloodstains on the marble stairs, saw the silhouette of her father pressed against the cold red of the flames swallowing up almost everything she had ever known. Althea had never known fire to be chilling, but it seemed that whenever she thought of that fire, she felt something frigid and stiff well up inside of her throat. She told herself that she was simply tired. These were strange lands, and it wouldn’t do to be caught unaware; she succumbed to her musings anyways. Once the thoughts had burrowed themselves inside of her head, she found it was far more difficult to force them out. When her memories were still hazy, ill-formed with exhaust and denial, it had been easy.
Althea was tugged abruptly from her musings by the faint sound of movement from her side and a faint ”Xello?”. Momentarily blindsided, both figuratively and literally, she stumbled back, nearly losing her balance entirely; for a split second, she considered dashing off, in the hope that the grimy brown of her coat would provide her some camouflage in the forest, but, given how weak and uncoordinated she was, Althea knew that she would be captured if the source of the voice was hostile. She didn’t seem to be, though. The girl had little time to process the woman’s tone before she whirled around to look at her, trembling and tensed to run like some sort of cornered animal, but she did not seem especially angry. Althea remained hesitant and speechless as the woman approached, barely tilting her head to see her – she hoped that her blind eye was not readily apparent, obscured beneath layers of flaxen hair, but she knew that it was obvious she was favoring it.
The woman was a beautiful gold, rich and brilliant as the sun and graced with great wings. As her eye swept the extent of her feathers, she felt it widen in surprise – she had heard stories of horses with wings, but she had always imagined that they were simply myths, stories told around the hearth to entrance small children and teach them to dream. As the woman came closer, she took a small step back, then forced herself to stand her ground. No good would come from running; she’d already missed her window, if she had hoped to flee.
The woman’s eyes attempted to meet her own, something she couldn’t quite place within their brown depths. Sympathy, perhaps. Althea felt a small pang as she realized how pathetic she must have looked, disheveled and cowering and small, although she was taller than the golden equine in front of her. The woman spoke again; Althea noticed her accent, this time, lilting and quite unlike anything she had ever heard before, but far from unpleasant. Her voice held an audible warmth that, while somewhat soothing to the girl's frayed nerves, was greeted by a clenching sense of distrust that curled up like a snake somewhere inside of her chest. “Xello? Are… Are you all right?” Was she all right? Althea was not sure that she had ever been faced with that question before, except in the moments after the soldiers pulled her from Hazel. She found herself unable to meet the woman's eyes, and, instead, directed her gaze at her hooves.
Althea did not know how long it took her to formulate a response, but she was certain that it was an embarrassingly long time; worse, when she did find it in her to speak, her voice, usually so smooth and composed, came out stammering and squeaky. “A-ah…I-I…I…” She trailed off, swallowing. “T-t-the wounds…are…are shallow. T-they…it…w-w-won’t take long for…for t-them to heal…”She was not sure if that was what the woman was asking, and spared a quick glance up to her face again in an attempt to gauge her reaction.“B-b-but…I-I...I don't...don't know wh-where w-w-we a-are...w-what i-is this...this place?”
Feel free to use magic on/hurt Althea, just don't kill her.
Maybe it’s the stuttering or the shallow wounds that trigger a brief flashback. Not to her arrival at B’kanna’s gates and her overwhelming need for water - any water - but to a tottering, nearly forty year old mare who was reduced to a child in the face of the most extreme example of adversity. For this, she should not be shamed, though one would have a hard time telling Yael that and making her believe it. Standards for herself are higher than she would ever bestow on others. In this case, there is an immediate sense of connection with the girl, a feeling that she knew almost exactly what she was going through, even if the details weren’t entirely the same.
The first emotion the little mother recognizes is fear and uncertainty. No, she is not here to hurt or capture or distress the girl in any way. Yael tries to keep her movements fluid, her body posture as relaxed as she can - perhaps even pulling her wings in against a lithe and narrow Akhal frame, to make herself seem smaller than usual. For now, her blindness goes unnoticed. Surprise, then, and she isn’t quite sure why. Her appearance? Yael is rather refined and lovely, easy on the eyes and her black accents add a certain amount of exoticism to gilded fur and hair the color of tangible moonlight But she is nowhere near the most fanciful of Xelovia’s inhabitants.
The golden mare crosses the fair-haired filly’s path, and when she cannot even raise her gaze to meet Yael’s gaze, she lowers her own head so they can be eye to eye. But then she looks up, and Yael smiles, extending a proverbial hand towards the stranger. Softly, with soothing tones that might even have a bit of a motherly coo to them, questions are answered and asked. “You are een Xelovia, child. Come now, I’m not going to xurt you… My name ees Yael,” Yah-el, she says, smoothing the syllables together as if she weree hiding a baby hiccup. “I vas een your poseetion not too long ago.”I know how this goes, she means. You are not alone.
“And I xappen to know a very nice lady xoo vould be xappy to look at your vounds, eef you like.” She does not press for any information, hoping that it will be given freely. Nor does she try to persuade the girl to stay - not yet, at least. Plenty of time for that after they get her taken care of and cleaned up.
03-01-2017, 07:56 PM (This post was last modified: 03-01-2017, 07:57 PM by Tilney.)
T I L N E Y
Far too much time had passed and far too much had changed since the flaxen Physician of the World's Edge had last stepped into the mouth of his country.
The continent festered, poison running to each vein of their herd lands and it seemed as though father Earth had truly forsaken them. How could one so divine be so impertinently blind?
The stag of the west waded slowly over leaf and twig, shrub and root, and carefully made his way east into the forest. The lantern which remained always fixed upon his crown was dull and lightless today, reflecting no light but that which rebounded from it's gritty and cracked glass panes; perhaps it was a most accurate reflection of his unusual melancholy mood.
Peatree preferred the canopy to his friend's blue side, and would keep a watchful eye upon te stallion from above. The bat grew with speed, his intelligence ripening and his vocabulary broadening every day.
So it was as the ginger gent crossed over a cave-front creek that he heard Pea whisper through their bond. "Yael. Strange-one!"
Tilney knew little of his colleague Yael, perhaps only that she spoke with the most wondrous accent and she was that colour of the sun. It sprung to mind that he should come to know this nurse; after all, he was (strictly speaking) her boss. He had witnessed only her comings and going's, and sadly could not recall a time when they had properly met.
The prospect of a new stranger entirely though enchanted him - how Tilney loved to meet new faces.
The chestnut father crossed over a log, leaping with a slightly more jovial air to his footfalls as he fced forwards into a clearing where his verdant gaze caught the gaze of Yael, and soon, the stranger his bonded had spoke of.
Peatree swooped between Yaels wings, clicking his tongue as he dived and fluttered his way cheekily before the similarly-coloured fillies face before he swam upwards to the canopy to perch upside-down, as all bats did, upon a twisted branch.
The keen mind of the doctor stretched out to the traveller, sensing quickly her fear and her pain. She was lost, and it appeared quite injured. "You are in Helovia" Tilney bellowed from across the clearing in response to one of the many questions he heard among her thoughts.
Stepping forth through the fern and underbrush, the stag of the sun spoke a soft word of pure magic. "Aiya", he breathed.
The lantern upon his antlers lit with a puff, the flame within bursting to life with a crackle and the whipping whoosh noise fire always made against the wind.
The doctor walked calmly towards the girl, knowledgable eyes searching over her cuts and scrapes.
ooc; permission granted for tilney to use his mind magic! <3 @Althea
althea "VIENNE LA NUIT SONNE L'HEURE LES JOURS S'EN VONT JE DEMEURE" ooc : ahahahahha sorry this took fifty years, life hit pretty hard the past few weeks || yael, tilney, open
Althea remained tensed, a slight quiver to her bony frame, but she made no move to run; the woman seemed to have any desire to harm her, her movements slow and relaxed and something akin to sympathy – no, definitely sympathy – in her expression. She probably would have appreciated the sentiment, had it not stung, more of a slap to the face to her wounded pride than anything else, at least inside of her own head. With that in mind, she gritted her teeth and attempted to keep her gaze steady, even as the woman dipped her head down to eye-level, almond-brown eyes meeting her own bright turquoise. She’d never had any difficulty meeting the eyes of anyone else before now, and, with her thoughts tangled up in such a disoriented mess, she couldn’t fathom why she was having such difficulties, or why she was so afraid. It was an instinctive fear, animalistic and primal, entirely out of her control. She was used to complete composure and a strong grasp over her own emotions, not this. It left a sour taste in her mouth.
“You are een Xelovia, child. Come now, I’m not going to xurt you…My name ees Yael.” Yael. Helovia? She’d been sent to an entirely new land, by the sound of things, then – no wonder the woman hadn’t reacted to her antlers. The Horned God might not exist in this land. “I vas een your poseetion not too long ago.” Althea fixed her with a searching gaze, unable to disguise a hint of skepticism. Tragedy, of course, was common and inevitable, but, in the midst of it, it was quite difficult to feel understood. Nonetheless, the sentiment was not lost on her, and she had some dim appreciation for Yael’s attempt to establish a connection to her. Thinking about why she was here threatened to bring back memories that she knew that she would rather keep at bay, but Yael spoke before the floodgates opened again, to her relief. (She could swear that she heard movement somewhere in the distance, but she didn’t bother to dwell on it.) “And I xappen to know a very nice lady xoo vould be xappy to look at your vounds, eef you like.”
She considered her response – or, rather, she started to consider, because a voice from the opposite side of the clearing sent her skidding back just a few inches, eye widening with surprise as she spotted its source. “You are in Helovia.” The stallion was golden, though not metallic like Yael, and a white marking that reminded her of a tree ran up one of his front legs; more distractingly, she realized that he too had antlers, and barely managed to smother an instinctive cringe of fear. Another child, like her. (Well, perhaps not. This land did not have a horned god, did it?) Althea was not sure what the twisted feeling in her stomach was; not disgust, certainly, and not the same sort of fear that was the source of her tense stance. She hadn’t thought that the folktales had gotten to her, given her own…condition, and it was a bit disquieting to realize that they had. She tore her eyes from his antlers, barely noticing the lantern hanging from them, and attempted to process his words. Althea didn’t think that he had been standing close enough to hear her stammered questions, so how had he known what she had been wondering? A lucky guess, she told herself, and decided that it was better not to think about it anymore. Not right now.
He said something, then, though she couldn’t quite make it out, and the lantern on his antlers burst into life. Althea had to steel herself so that she didn’t skid backwards again, sucking in a breath; she had to be grateful to that instinctual fear, though, because it kept her from stumbling back into memories of scorched flesh and red and gold swallowing up the night sky. Lanterns were simply for light, she told herself, keeping her cautious gaze fixed on the stallion as he moved closer, eyes skirting down her frame. She recognized that look – she had seen it many times on the court herbalists and doctors, and she’d worn it herself, on occasion. Stiff and uncertain, she looked back and forth between the stallion and Yael, unsure of what to say or how to proceed. After a lengthy pause, she swallowed, and managed a soft, “H…Helovia? I-I…I see.” She still didn’t know if she could trust either of them, but she also knew that she didn’t have much of a choice, so, before she could regret it, she added, “A-and…I…I a-am... Althea.” Her voice was a bit less squeaky now, and the stammering had receded just a bit; Althea told herself that she'd reign it in yet, though she knew that, at least for now, it was probably empty consolation.
Feel free to use magic on/hurt Althea, just don't kill her.
The first thing that comes to mind, rather selfishly, is that she hopes Tilney doesn’t think she needs help out here. It should have been that he is a healer, and a father, and is more than qualified to help her coax this young, frightened little doe to a safe place. Or, to simply keep watch over her here, if that is her wish.
Though Yael had chuckled easily at the bat’s antics, her lips now purse into a slight frown when the Moon Doctor’s lantern lights up. They had no idea whether or not the girl was from a place that had magic - to Yael, when she was new to the land, it was unremarkable simply because of her extraordinary background. But not all were so fortunate as to have day-to-day magic in their lives. But the girl - Althea - does not seem spooked, so her frown slowly dissipates into a look of motherly concern. While the horned stallion takes a look at Althea’s scrapes and bruises, Yael remains where she is standing, figuring that it would do to crowd around her.
Instead, she tries to soothe her with words. “Yes,” the golden mare says gently, repeating the name again. “Xeloveea. I xad never xeard of eet eizer, before I… voke up xere.” She searches for the right words, not wanting to make the night about herself, but also trying to show that she does know what it’s like to find one’s self a stranger in a strange land. “Eet ees lovely to meet you, Alt’ea. T’is ees Tilney, vone of our Doctors. I’m a xealer too - so you see, we truly could never vant to do anyvone xarm.” The corners of her lips widen ever so slightly, and with a sweep of one of her black-tipped wings, she indicates a direcrion. “Ve leev a vays in t’at direction, and eef you’re up for for eet, can geev you a place to sleep and recuperate for as long as you like. And eef not -” her shoulders lift into a little shrug at this thought, “- I’m sure vone of us vould not mind keeping vatch eef you vould like to rest xere.”
Her gaze searches for Tilney’s in the light of his lantern, hoping he would second her statement, the offer of aid. It seemed reasonable enough to the Nurse.
03-11-2017, 06:16 AM (This post was last modified: 03-11-2017, 06:17 AM by Tilney.)
T I L N E Y
"Yael" Tilney aknowledged the nurse, a kindered smile sent in her direction. It was a smile that was, however, unusual for Tilney - one that remained unnacompanied by his eyes, eyes that were furrowed with concern and concentration for the small woman now known as Althea.
The stallion left her thoughts alone for now, his mind now solely focussed on the wounds her own ginger hide had sustained. He was dreadfully curious on how she had sustained such injuries, though for the moment allowed her her privacy.
Tilney had now approached, his chestnut head crooning over the fae with his vibrant, warm lantern light swinging over each wound. When Yael spoke to Althea from over his shoulder, her melodic accent almost caused a massage upon the back of his head. How gorgeous her mystical words were, soothing and refreshing at the same time.
The mare's words, however, caused the Moon Doctor to give a slight smirk. 'we truly could never vant to do anyvone xarm.' she had said.
"Said the fox to the gaggle of geese" Tilney chortled, a wide grin dispersing across his face. But he was teasing, and he made sure Yael might know this by sending his gleaming glance her way. "I jest," He began, now speaking mainly to their patient. "you are safe, Althea".
Yael's suggestions were both tried and true; That would be a grand method to help this frightened doe to safety. Though, perhaps she forgot the power (or had simply not witnessed it) a moon doctor possessed - it would make escorting deal Althea to the true safety of the Edge's walls much easier.
"Keep still" The stag whispered, green eyes lurking over Altheas for a number of moments before his eyes shut and he gave a soft stomp upon the earth - something to awaken the magic that dwelled beneath.
Upon opening his eyes, Tilney beheld the smoke. It seeped gently from under the ferns, creeping from under the tree roots until it found althea. "Keep still" he reminded her "It won't hurt you"
The power of the moon, darkness and smoke began to wash over the young woman's wounds, cleaning them and healing some entirely. Soon the deathly fog dispersed into the atmosphere, leaving the woman blessed and for the most part, restored of her health.
Magic used; Moon doctor rank magic, heals althea @Althea
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