Plot and Game Concept
Prologue: What the Thunder Said.
Lighting streaked across the stormy night sky, illuminating clouds of seemingly ink black, percussion of thunder crashing loudly seconds after. Drops of rain fell in thick sheets, forcefully splashing against the surfaces they hit without relent. The waning moon was not visible, not through the rain and the clouds and the few bits of hail that fell now and then, and the stars had not come out on this torrential night.
A dark figure moved sinisterly through the winding streets, cloaked and hooded in black and with a curious device in hand, closely resembling a lighter, but with something inexplicably different about it. The figure paused as it reached a particular cul-de-sac, taking the object and clicking it—once, twice, three times, until every light was out on the street. The lightning came again, and again, and again; then came the thunder, once, twice, three times more.
The house at the end of the cul-de-sac was a stately one, a two-story house for what would appear to be the upper-middle class. Tulips lined the walkway toward the house, and window boxes filled with flowers could be seen, even from a distance, as the figure approached. The lawn was green and nicely kept, and a large oak tree in the front lawn likely provided shade on hot, sunny days. But on this night—this dark, cool, stormy night—it seemed to invite something much more sinister.
The front gate opened with a simple hand-wave, seemingly beckoning the intruder in, past the golden tulips and brick-colored pavers to the front door.
Knock, knock. The intruder rapped against the door—once, twice. Voices came, muffled from inside.
“Take the baby and go! Now! Get out of here!” came a male voice.
A female voice tried to argue. “No, I won’t—“
“Just GO! NOW!”
The sounds of thunder came again, and the intruder allowed the argument to continue no longer.
Alohomora.
It opened effortlessly, wordlessly, without hesitation, and the intruder had to hold back a chuckle at the easy smash as the door swung inward and hit the wall, hard, causing a mirror to topple to the floor with a shattering crash. How very typical. Their foolishness would be their undoing.
“...quick, upstairs, the baby!” came the male voice again, mid-sentence as the door had opened. Frantic footsteps were audible; moving up the stairs to the back and right, the floor plan the intruder had studied and knew so well.
The intruder ignored the steps and headed first toward the male voice, pulling out a long wand fluidly.
“Expelliarmus!” said the male voice, but too late; the intruder had already silently cast a disarming spell, and his wand flew out of his hand, in an elegant arc right to the newcomer’s open grasp.
“Disarming?” The intruder chuckled, raising a long, fifteen inch wand. “So very typical, always afraid to actually strike,” and with a swift swish and flick, a jet of green light shot toward the man, as the hood of the newcomer’s robes fell back.
Green eyes opened wide with disbelief for the briefest of moments, before the man was hurled backward by the force of the killing curse, crashing against the wall behind him before falling, lifeless, to the ground.
The figure moved past the man and upstairs, wand at the ready, stealthily toward the bedroom at the end of the hallway, forcing the door to crash open with a simple wand movement.
“Not James, please no—” with these words, the redheaded woman, standing in front of her son’s crib to shield him, swell of pregnancy clearly evident beneath her dressing gown, turned toward the door at the voice. She gasped, and opened her mouth to speak once more, but found that words would not come out of her mouth; her voice was nowhere to be found. Lightning outside added an eerie light to the room for a silent moment, as the intruder spoke.
“Stand aside, you SILLY little girl!” came the near-mocking voice, cold and cruel. There would be no ancient magic cast on this night, no words of begging for taking the life of one and sparing the life of another. A swift Silencio had ensured that; the sinister figure was determined that history would not repeat itself.
In half a moment, a killing curse was cast at the woman, knocking her aside, forcefully, the infant in the crib stirring only slightly as the commotion occurred, left undisturbed by the intruder, left to live while his family perished. Only he was spared, only he survived, and there would not be excitement and tales of incredible nature told in disbelief on the next morning. No, the intruder had made certain of that.
The sinister figure left, smirking in a most atypical fashion beneath the black robes and darkness, down the stairs and past the body of the tall, lanky man with the inky hair and now lifeless green eyes, out the front door and through the walkway with the tulips and brick pavers, past the mailbox that –lit by the lightning—said “POTTER.” The thunder crashed, again, and again, and again.
The Boy-Who-Lived had become the Boy-Who-Lived-No-Longer.



Plot.
What if it had ended differently? Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord on that fateful day in May 1998, but that did not mark the end of our saga. It did not mark the end of the Dark Lord's philosophy.

Things seemed fine, for a time. Years passed, with a few uprisings and murmurs of returning things to the way they had been before, but on the surface, everything seemed alright. Things were as they should be, many thought. And then, tragedy struck.

On a cold winter night, in the midst of the Holidays, the Potters were attacked. Harry fought off the unknown intruder, but was killed in a manner not unlike his father, and a pregnant Ginevra Weasley Potter fought to protect her young son, standing in front of his crib. She died that night, with her husband, though their son would survive. James Sirius Potter was just a year old. And the intruder left him there, determined that history would not repeat itself.

So the Boy-Who-Lived became the Boy-Who-Lived-No-Longer.

Things had continued the way they were going before his seeming defeat of the Dark Lord, with Muggles and Muggleborns and those related to them increasingly at risk, and likewise increasingly facing greater obstacles in the Wizarding World.

Those in the Order and sympathizers with Muggles and Muggleborns continued to be persecuted, hunted down, tortured, and worse.

In a world where the Battle of Hogwarts did not mark the end of our saga, where Harry Potter and his wife were killed later on as were his parents, things are grim; times are dark.

Remnants of the Order of the Phoenix have tried to ban together numerous times, but all failed. Some have given up hope altogether. Some have abandoned the cause. Others remain hopeful. Many have gone into hiding, for those who have not have faced dire consequences.

The forces of a New Dark Lord have come together. He seems unstoppable. He has all the power in Wizarding Britain.

It is now 2020, and the Wizarding Britain of the time of the Boy-Who-(once)-Lived is now gone, replaced with oppression, the rosy mask of beauty maintained seemingly virtuously and meritoriously, a thick veil placed over the eyes of the general populace. And since the death of the Boy-Who-Brought-Everyone-Hope, the voices against oppression and prejudice have been practically silenced.

Fear has become the ultimate tool of the wickedest wizard ever to live, and that fear continues today. His supporters are everywhere, and those against him have been hunted down mercilessly.

It is September, 2020. With a New Generation going through Hogwarts, will they be able to change the direction of things?



Game Concept.

Salvio Hexia is a high-quality, character development driven Harry Potter roleplay. So what does this mean? What is the plot? Well, below we have compiled a timeline to make things easier, but to keep it simple...

In this game, Harry Potter and his wife Ginny were killed, leaving behind only a son: James Sirius Potter. The forces of Dark took power after his death and remain in that position. The Order of the Phoenix, and generally those opposed to the rule of the new Dark Lord have been tracked and traced and practically hunted down to extinction. Those against him have either been killed, tortured, gone into hiding, or given up and tried to adjust.

Salvio Hexia will follow the Harry Potter canon as far as characterizations are concerned, and there will be some wiggle room for players given the scenario of the game. Alternate scenarios apart from the game scenario may be explored through the AU community, and all each character's life pre-Hogwarts and prior to the game's 'present-day' of 2020 may be explored.

At Salvio Hexia, players will be able to play out the very beginnings of their character's childhood, their school years at Hogwarts, the parents and scenarios related to them (including backstory), and even things that might have happened, could have happened, that might be a bit far-fetched.

Salvio Hexia is a game combining the details of the character-development based with the excitement of plot and exploration of new scenarios. It is a high-quality roleplay, where the focus is on the players and on the characters. It's not a game that is going to die within days or weeks of its start, and not a game that is going to get so large that players get lost and intimidated in it. This is a long-haul game, a game for players to explore the greatest depths of their skills and develop their characters to the fullest.

We hope you will take a deeper look...