Our
story begins, as every good story should, in a place far away,
actually you have most likely never heard about it, a village far up
in the highlands. Right by the mountains rests the small village
called Gimni, by the villagers and
That-Place-Where-Our-Iron-Comes-From by the proud family of
Befverhanskenhjelm who owns most of the mines around Gimni. This is
where we find our first actor, Sir Gregory II Befverhanskenhjelm's
eldest son, Leopold Befverhanskenhjelm, sent to
That-Place-Where-Our-Iron-Comes-From by his father to learn to look
after the family's business (and to teach his no-good son what the
world looks like outside their estate down by Uinford).
Tales from Helitheren
We are RcaH and Sanlade, two young (at the moment at least) authors, and creators of a new Fantasy world, the Realms of Helitheren! On this blog, you can follow us and support us in creating this brand new world! We will publish tales for your enjoyment. We don't know what it will become, but we invite you to join us on the journey, and see what fantasy has to offer in the right hands! //Sanlade ---- There will be an update around 20:th every month
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Another short update
With four empty months behind us I feel we owe you another status update. First of all I wish to thank, and apologize to, all you who come here every month in hope of finding a new story from the realms of Helitheren. Seeing the number of daily visitors skyrocket around the 20th each month is truly a motivator for the two of us in this period where writing essays takes up most of our time to push through and always try to get the finishing touches to the stories at hand in time for the next 20th.
There is, however, light at the end of the tunnel, summer is coming. This does not mean I will have the whole summer to write for you guys as I will be studying some over the summer months, but it does mean I will still have a lot more time than I have right now.
With that said I do believe June will bring another story for you.
//RcaH
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There is, however, light at the end of the tunnel, summer is coming. This does not mean I will have the whole summer to write for you guys as I will be studying some over the summer months, but it does mean I will still have a lot more time than I have right now.
With that said I do believe June will bring another story for you.
//RcaH
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Wednesday, January 21, 2015
The city of Midrod -part 2
Part 2 (Part 1)
The trio waited silently in the dark basement. They heard when the outer
wall of the building crumbled to bits and pieces. From the they could see how a
large portion of the houses ceiling fell down, crushing everything on the floor
above them, the room they were in became pitch dark. They waited in silence, as
the noises of stone crumbling and woodbeams breaking continued. The beast
seemed to be determined to ”meet” them, and the sounds indicated that it was
removing wreckage between it and them.
Suddenly the trio saw a ray of light. A shadow and a large noise later,
the opening grew to a large hole, bursting with sunlight at them. Then suddenly
the light become blocked again, not by wreckage, but by a silhouette of the
beast. Myrosi seemed to see a large eye staring at them for a moment. This was
followed by much noise and movement. But the sounds and noises faded away,
indicating that the beast was moving away from them. Awhile later the room
stood all silent. No growling, no crumbling of stone, nothing to indicate of
the large presence that had visited them.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
In the Archives of the University
Going through the old archives I found a few pages from a journal written by some unknown scholar back in the early 1st Era. Not much is known of their journey, beginning or end, but a small parchment attatched, most likely written by the scholar called Mataijas here, hinting that only a few of them returned, and empty handed at that.
Day 302
Day 302
Once we had the Dark Claw behind us we headed straight north for a
few weeks, then turned northwest to reach the highlands between the
Dwarven Mountains and the Goblin infested mountains to the northwest.
If one can trust the tomes in the University's archives we should be
the first men to walk these hills for at least three or four hundred
years, but most likely much longer. Inspired by the
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