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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.
Though Torleik had always felt some insurmountable distance between himself and his brother, he had never not loved Bolverik. You loved family, even if they were less than perfect. His sibling's smile reached his eyes and Torleik felt warmth in his chest, his own seawater gaze crinkled as well. Joy left marks, as it should.
As he walked with Bolverik they spoke, and he learned of how his brother had come to be here, wandering, same as the Bloodskald had. "I know, Bolv," he murmured, his memories coming back swift and violent. Irelyn's displeased call rang out from above and he glanced up, reassuring her he would be all right. "I...I tried to save them. To get them out. I...couldn't. The fire was too hot, and..." His voice trailed, the picture of his mother's half-burned face urging him to go, to run, to live too much. "I saw no one else during my escape. If they survived..." The stallion sighed, offering up a short description of how he came to find Helovia and informing Bolv that Ulrik was here as well.
The rune-horned smiled when his brother laughed and asked about the Engineer, the awkward little boy who never spoke. "That is exactly the Ulrik I speak of," Torleik chuckled right back. "We had a disagreement soon after my arrival, and it only served to reassure me I am not fond of politics. We are good now, and Ulrik crafts things for the Basin. Machines and other items." Their path had taken them near the border of the Hidden Falls and he was careful not to trespass. "I am glad as well, brother."
Nodding to his right, the Bloodskald decided now as as good a time as any for a brief geography lesson. "Through the trees a way is the herland of the Hidden Falls. The Earth God is their patron, and their are led by Midas - and someone else, I believe...ah! Yes. Ghost. Czar and Czarina is what they deem their leaders, from what I understand. Anyone may live in the Falls, unicorn, pegasus or normal equine. Where we are going, the Basin...they are not so open to others. It is very rare to see anything but a pureblood unicorn there. I am not sure why this is so, and I am not sure I agree...but that is how things are."
Something in Torleik's demeanor changed, then, his spine straightening some, ears perking up, a vigor in his eyes and voice. "We have our own leaders in the Basin, of course. Lord Deimos and Lady Ophelia." Her name rolled off his tongue like sugar, sweet and savored. "I care not for Deimos and you will understand why when you meet him, and Ophelia is a new appointee to the Ladyship. She, however, is quite fit for the job." Torleik neglected to say more, though he could have gone on for...quite some time.
The Helovian showed his brother what berries to eat and grasses to snack on before they took a short rest and continued on, the moon and starlight guiding their path. That, and Irelyn's nocturnal vision. "You might have noticed the owl griffin," he said to Bolverik, nodding up to the sky. "Her name is Irelyn and she's my companion; this place has small creatures that others can raise and bond to. Perhaps you can find one one day. Griffins like unicorns best, I have been told, though we could also bond with other normal creatures. Dragons bond with regular equines, and you will find that Ophelia has a dragon named Tinek. She is unicorn on her father's side, equine on her mother's." The rabicano frowned, wondering if he should mention to Bolverik that speaking of Ophelia's mother would not be wise. Better safe than sorry, he supposed. "Please do not speak of her mother; she passed recently and it was...a difficult time for her."
Reaching the Frozen Arch took the rest of the night and he suggested they push through to the finish. The Basin Sentinels came into view as dawn crested the mountain peaks, the General speaking once more. "Ulrik made those. They guard the border of the Basin and only let in those who they recognize, or those who are escorted within by a Basin member. You will be free to come and go now as you wish without fear." Upon passing the metal watchtowers in equid form, Torleik let loose a bellow that indicated a newcomer. Others did not always announce their new family members, but the rune-horned found that strange.
It was a new addition to the herd. Others should know.
"We should linger here a little. Others might come, or they might not. We are somewhat frigid like our homeland, but I hope you will be able to meet Ophelia, at least. Then I will find you a cave and get you a good, warm meal."
@[Bolverik]
@[Ophelia]
@[Deimos]
OOC: Tagging both leaders! Anyone else is welcome to join the thread at any time!
The bird is watching as the moon slides down, everything about him is as quiet as the glowing ball he’s watching sink beyond the alps. The stars linger and he watches them fade, blinking dimly until finally the rosy gold colors swallow them up. His companion sleeps behind a thin veil of dreams beneath his gnarled, hibernating tree perch outside of Tang’s cave. When the sun begins to ascend the other birds, the singing type, begin their melodies. This, as always, draws the silver unicorn out of her den. The chunky painted driftwood beads quietly knocking against each other as they splash from her body, swaying and dangling from their willow-string ropes. It was one of the things she’d found and fashioned back together, Phrixus had helped her make it hang from the cave entrance like a curtain. They nod to one another as they always do, the bird looking her over to make sure she’d made it through her sleeping unharmed. He usually finds that she’s perfectly fine – it’s only when she has the dreadful dreams that she appears scathed when she wakes.
Today is different the any old day, she felt it when those icy blue eyes met her warm ones – Phrixus has over heard the wind whispering again. Truly it is the bird’s keen sense of sight that has told him, though. Someone new has come. He watches as the dark brothers slip passed the dawn-lit sentinels. He swoops down and away, Tangere knows this language aptly and gracefully rolls into a canter to follow him across the Basin. She lopes in the sinking wet sends of the lakeshore, her pale bird, large and silent, soaring above her. The grasses take over and she picks over this terrain just as easily. When she comes within sight of them she has to slow down, trotting and then a walk, her pink mottled nostrils flaring and her wide chocolate eyes glistening like a child full of wonderment.
“Hello!” Her voice as bright as her eyes, light and youthful, innocent. Phrixus lands low and watches the pair, eyeing the shine of the masked boy’s faceplate. “Welcome!” She approaches comfortably, the morning light dappling her sabino coat and her white face, sparkling in her amber-brown gaze. She speaks to the newcomer even though she has yet to meet the unmasked boy – she knows of him though. How could she not have? They live in the same place. She nods to him, Torleik, “I am Tangere, welcome back, I hope your journey was pleasant?” She smiles still, speaking to both of them by the end of her sentence. By now her nostrils have stopped flaring and her muscles have relaxed. She looks on with her ears up, her posture casual, watching them curiously.
You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
Frigid monstrosities brooded by the shoal and sand of the never-freezing lake, staring once or twice across the landscape with naught much but cold, chilling calculations fermenting in a devilish mind. The world was a rapidly changing place, and with new information, new designs, new machinations building and colliding everywhere, he struggled to make sense of it all. Murders, with no true form or reason, galvanizing for future, unknown enterprises, monitoring the borders for fiends, for cretins, for infidels he could chase and maim: the realm hadn’t been quiet for ages, and the stirring of anarchy bolstered his veins, heightened his awareness, and encircled his mind like a wraith. The bellows in the distance, thrown and tossed from the borders, were almost ignored; he had no ambitions to treat another messenger or interloper with stiffened, polite credence, but then he recognized the tone of the General. With one more piercing stare lanced across the waters’ edge, reminding him of her and any lingering remnants of repose, he marched across his frozen grounds, his rancorous empire, with the rapture, the reverie, of a cold-blooded machine. He was war and travesty, treachery and death, a Reaper’s scythe balanced alongside his long rapier, and he had no intention of masking it; his arrival only signaled his domination, his supremacy, and the puncturing slate of power. His skull twisted towards one beast to another, recognizing two but not the other, a stranger in the midst, and the silver Mender, Tangere. To his compatriots, he bestowed a curt nod, and to the newcomer, a look of curiosity flickering between reticent deliberations. “Welcome.” The other beast, painted in sable and gold, reminded him so chiefly of others he knew (were those horns the same as Torleik’s?), but couldn’t quite picture the answer in his mind, it chewed and churned at him while his stare remained, chiseled and sculpted in scrutiny and examination. Without infusion or awareness of his personality, the Lord presumed the stag could be a worthy fighter, muscular and refined. If his talents delved elsewhere, into deception, into subterfuge, into hostile provocations, he could always join Thranduil’s quest to lie and steal his way through Helovia. Healing or crafting could always be a worthy pursuit as well; all of their ranks yearned to be filled with aptitude and talent. He’d fix the notions for later inquiry (maybe Torleik had found something worthy in the strange, unrelenting halls of the Threshold), and completed the task of introductions. “I am Deimos. Who are you?”
Bolverik frowned, feeling his heart constrict at the thought of their family in ashes. The stallion offered a simple, kind gesture to his brother, a simple nose to the neck. He had little else. "I know, Torleik," he murmured kindly, closing his golden eyes and taking a deep, powerful breath. He was grateful that the conversation shifted, and Bolverik snorted in amusement, shaking his head. "Ulrik was always odd. Interesting that he makes things now. I shall look forward to seeing him..." he murmured.
Though not one of his proudest moments, Bolverik had been one of the few colts to torment Ulrik. At the time, it had seemed great fun, but he could see now that it damaged the Engineer into exile. Was it time to make amends? He wasn't entirely sure. Listening and learning were skills he practiced, and he observed the land, taking in the leaders of these foreign places as they walked side by side, his lion tail swinging with flair behind his body. Bolverik raised a brow at Torleik's personal opinion. "Our kind all had horns," he stated. "Sticking to your own is not a major fault, I would imagine."
Besides, Bolverik wanted to be close to his family. Home was where your blood lived. The stallion was not prejudiced, but he wanted to be close to those of his own, his group, his kin. At the mention of the leads, the golden child raised a brow and smirked slightly. Did he detect a hint of emotion at the mention of this Ophelia? He let the conversation slide for the moment, greeting the owl-griffin and then nodded. "I will mention no such things to your lady... he emphasized playfully.
He observed the strange sentinels and then grimaced. "The products of a warped mind. Useful, but bizarre." Bolverik nodded, chuckling again. "Well, you sing of her praises so much, I cannot help but be curious about her now."
A little mare approached then who introduced herself as Tangere, and Bolverik smiled pleasantly, charisma rolling from his form in waves despite his ill-kept appearance and poor body condition. This was only temporary of course until he could eat and bathe. "The journey was long and difficult, but I hope worth it in the end," he replied diplomatically, looking up at the dark beast, Deimos, as he approached. Ah, so this was why Torleik did not like him. There was little in the way of polite conversation, he noticed.
Still, the uttered 'welcome' was a friendly gesture, and Bolverik bowed sweepingly to the Lord, raising himself up moments later. "Lord Deimos," he said, rich tones and pleasant smiles easily masking his deceptive features. "Torleik has told me much about you, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance. With your blessing, I will reside here and serve once I learn of your customs." Bolverik winked at Torleik then, hawkish, golden eyes sparkling with secrets.
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