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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.
Notes: For @[Déodat] and @[Nyx] - This is a dream thread. d'Arcy is aged roughly three years and is operating on the basis have having been born and raised in Helovia. It’s up to you how much your character will remember/recognize her in this dream and in the future. When born she will have no recollection of these events.
Family was such a strange thing. Allegiance to a group that one chose was one thing, but no one is able to choose their family. Whether by chance or some divine intervention, all are born into a group that, for better or worse, will shape and define them for the rest of their lives. It was a mystery that d’Arcy had often wondered on, fruitless as wondering might be. She and her twin had always been pulled together, each defined by the existence of the other, feelings and history bound with need and love and loyalty. To a lesser extent she felt the same of her parents, but there were moments that she wondered, were she able to separate herself from that attachment, if she would have chosen them at all. Logic aside, she didn’t feel right without her brother and he’d been gone far too long.
The bitter grip of Frostfall was tight upon Helovia, but there were times when even the winds relented and gave way to stillness. The skies were merciful today, and though the temperature hung well below freezing, the midday sun was enough to take away some of the bite. It’s rays sent the ice and snow glittering in a blinding display of white and blue that went unmarred save by a few shadows of rock and the figure of a red mare.
She stood where the empty bridge of land met the ocean, a bold slash of muddy scarlet against the pristine backdrop, and looked out over the ice. Even under the thickness of her winter coat, the young mare was long and lithe. Her mother’s muscle and her father’s height that made for an elegant frame, even if it wast’s the most suited for such cold. She was taking full advantage of the break in the weather to travel towards the Basin, as few would be happy to find themselves without shelter in this season. Still, there were others that lived farther to the north and she would not let such things keep her from her journey. From her position, she could see the rise of snow covered mountains that hid the Aurora Basin in their midst. She could only hope her father would be able to help her.
black heart's comin' she’s a cold machine
cuts like a knife, gentle and clean
Déodat lurks in the brittle cold of the Basin. Odette wanders at his side. Each of them lost in some region of their minds. Not focusing on the particular sights in front of them. Completely detached when they should be in focus. The Blood Prince thinks of days past. Thinks of the future. Thinks of his daughters. Each of their faces standing out in his mind. Both of them far stronger than he possibly could’ve expected. Arya with her boisterous personality and determenation. Mirabella with her elegance and resilence. Each of them are precious. Off in the distance he can see a figure. Both of his ears perk forward, and he comes to a stop taking in the scent. Odette on the other hand waltzes right up to the figure.
She boldly reaches out and sniffs the mare. Déodat remains back one ear swiveling against his head in annoyance at his bonded. Part of him feels as though he should know this mare. Nothing comes so he dares to take a couple of steps forward. Odette barks and circles the mare, her tail wagging violently. Finally he stops behind the mare and glances at his companion for a brief moment before turning his gaze back towards the mare.
“I think she likes you,” he says a bit gruffly. There is no friendliness on his face, only annoyance at his daemon. Who’re you?” He demands. The mare isn’t familiar and he assumes she isn’t one of his herdmates. It makes him almost uneasy to have someone coming so close to his home.
I was promised
The glorious ending of a knight
But the crown is out of sight
very rusty so sorry for this trash ;-;
Cut from the cloth, of a flag that
Bears the name of "Battle Born"
If anything could be said of the red mare, it was that she did nothing in haste. The Basin had been her intended destination, that was true enough, but even with that goal so close, the red mare loitered upon it’s doorstep. All she had every heard of the Basin lent itself to caution, roomier had it they were not overly welcoming to strangers. Crowned as she was with a horn upon her brow, she might stand a better chance but the place was still well guarded. She might have stayed there for hours yet, watching, carefully considering how best to approach but she was saved that by the approach of an interesting pair.
Their scents were easy to pick up off the air. With nothing around but ice and snow and rock there was little to mask it. So, this barren landscape is not so lifeless after all. maintaining her gaze upon the frozen water, her ears swivel backwards listening for approaching footsteps. One approaching, no problem….No! Two. One on hooves and one on quiet paws… She prepared for battle, for when it came to anyone but her twin that was the only outcome. It could be the physical (her mother had made sure she was proficient enough to hold her own) or it could be mental (her own wheelhouse and favorite game), but life was a battle, no matter who the opponent was.
Almost unnaturally still, she waits for the approach and is surprised to hear this interested sniffing of dog. She turns her head, slowly, smoothly, watching the canine’s excited progress, eventually following with the motion with her feet until her body turns toward the stallion. It’s not until he speaks that she finally shift her inscrutable gaze to the stallion. It’s him… it has to be. She was surprised how similar they were, but for the horn and the placement of white patches the resemblance was marked. Blood or not though, she was determined to get the measure of Déodat before giving anything away. She held is gaze after he demanded an identification and for several seconds gave no expression and made no motion at all.
This was always her game. Watch. Wait. Listen. Learn.
Finally, she smiled. It was a pretty thing, so most stopped there before noticing that it lacked any warmth. “I’ve been told I’m quite likable. She’s a pretty thing herself, though keeping some strange company for one of her species.” Her tone is slightly strange if one pays enough attention. It seems friendly but she hasn’t yet mastered the forgery and once in a while a word or an inflection is still harsh and withholding. “My name is d’Arcy. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Déodat.”
black heart's comin' she’s a cold machine
cuts like a knife, gentle and clean
Sorry for the tense-shift, playing around with her :)
I've had Nyx sort of...remember her but not, hope that's okay!
She remembers pain, the familiar rasping inside her body that feels like a lion trying to eat its way out of her. She remembers the cold ground beneath her side as she tumbles, her massive sides heaving, contractions pumping. She remembers her tail lifting, arching high, making room for the warm, wet body that slips out from beneath it. She remembers a rush of agony, then numbness, as she stands and lets the figure fall fully from her. She remembers turning to sniff and clean her newborn, noting with delight that it's a filly. She remembers snuffling at red fur, blood-bay like the sire, but with her eyes of ice and her spiralled horn of deepest midnight. She remembers encouraging the filly to stand, to suckle.
She remembers pride, happiness, that motherly glow at the sensation of having a foal at foot again.
But that's all a dream. Isn't it? She hasn't had a foal for years. Hell, she hasn't even had a stallion come within a five-mile radius of her for longer than she can remember - if she's not careful, her virginity will grow back. But the dream is more vivid than any she's ever had in her life, right down to the smells and sensations of new child. It's really rather odd, but the silver soldier decides not to dwell. Perhaps her heat is due - she always feels broody at that time of the year, as is only natural.
The aroma of a familiar figure reaches her flared nostrils - Déodat. Nyx squirms slightly, but not in a bad way. In her dream, her daughter's fur had looked queerly like Déodat's. That must be because the blood-bay man is one of the only stallions she's been remotely close to since she came back to Helovia - the filly could just as easily have had spots like Mauja, a cobweb-face like Lace. Or so she tells herself. She's vaguely aware that she's into Aurora Basin territory, but the sight of her blood-bay friend has removed all sense of trespassing. Dominus is off hunting, so the silver is all alone. Perfect to spend some quality time with the handsome, brooding beast.
But Déodat is not alone. In front of him is a mare, a gorgeous thing who reeks of new womanhood, all curves and easy movements. A quite ridiculous stab of jealousy shoots through the silver's body, and she moves closer in a high-legged trot, just to show that she, too, is virile and womanly, despite her age. As she nears, the other mare's features merge into one, and Nyx's brow furrows into a frown. Red fur, black points, white markings...she looks familiar. Nyx's dream comes back to her, and her dark muzzle lowers so she can examine the stranger more closely.
She arrives in time to hear the red introduce herself as d'Arcy, and again the name sends odd stabs through the mare's heart. "d'Arcy," she says, rolling the name from her tongue. It doesn't taste like a name she's new to, all rough and unfamiliar. It slips from her mouth, like she's been saying it for years. "Have we met before?" That's the only explanation.
[ SHE'S ELECTRIC ]
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.