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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.
You said come with me boy,
I want to show you something more.
Rotunda!
Sacre hadn’t been here since, well, since the first time when he had met that strange equine and his rather scary green dragon. The meeting had been brief and fleeting, but the colt hadn’t been back to the pretty monument since. However, today he bounced through all the greenery, Inari marching by his side and the two admired the place with slow, awed observations. A brook ran magically through the vibrant spring trees and the soft sound of water was relaxing to listen to as he fell to a stand on its banks. A soft breeze ran through the thick folds of his black locks that landed in messy clumps around his neck and face. Inari sat on his hinds, fuzzy white tipped tail gently swaying from one side to the other whilst he watched for anything interesting moving in the water that he might consider catching.
For a while, the colt stood and did nothing, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of nature all around. The songs of birds, the rustling of bushes, he took in a long deep breath and held it for a while before releasing it with a comfortable sigh of a colt who was quite content. He could probably think about a lot of things here in peace, but for some reason he didn’t want to, he didn’t want to disturb the truce that had suddenly been struck between his heart and his head. There was no need to ruin the day with melancholy, besides, where had those thoughts got him anyway? Just deeper into his own self-pity, today, the river would cry for him.
Feeling better, Sacre finally turned away from the brook and moved to peer into the old rotunda, pushing only his head through the mossy drapes so only his rear was sticking out the building. "So cool" he breathed, looking up to see the stained glass roof with an awe struck face. Inari came in too, from under his friend’s body and lurked around a hairy front leg into the stone structure whilst Sacre wondered when on earth such a thing had been built and, more importantly, who had the skill and craft to build it?
(@[Kvothe] blah I said I’d get something up for you :D Feel free to pick any character though haha also this is open)
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this
01-06-2015, 10:21 PM (This post was last modified: 01-07-2015, 11:48 AM by Hearth.)
Hearth
"So cool..."
The words are but a mere murmur yet my ears perk at the sound, swiveling my attention to the anomaly in the woods quiet, my head raising from its idle grazing. I chew absently at the stems already in my mouth, musing over the source of the sound as only instinct can, tilting my head, bemused in the moment. My great wings shuffle at my side, a casual motion but one that quickens the flow of blood in my mortal body as I flex my flight feathers and encourages the urge to seek. I think briefly of the winged kin i had met before in the woods some cycles of the sun before. Would the Sky yet guide me to them so soon, I wonder? The thought almost pleases me.
Ponderously, I lift a heavy foot and carefully begin my march forward, navigating a crooked and arbitary path on patches of soft earth to keep my advance as quiet as my bulk would allow with low brush could be avoided. You could say i am threaded with caution though I have no fear. It is simply of good practice to be careful, of which I always am. No traveler could or would be otherwise, for the world is wide and fraut with danger as it is beauty. This I know. I am wise in that way.
However, I am not wise in all things and suddenly I am met with something...unexpected. Before me not only stands an odd formation of stone but yet another stranger, some native of this land. And I was struck suddenly by the unusual nature of him. As a traveler of the sky I have seen many things but nothing at all in my memory did I recall a figure like this...a figure that bore no wings but instead a spiral of red bone on its brow. Odder stiller was the fox that leaned so fondly against his shank as though the equine was its mother. What exactly was at play here?
I regard the stranger cooly, paused on the cusp of the clearing and peering inward as I observed intently, whismically changing between the two before settling on the dark horned one before me.
"You're stranger... I say after a moment as a nonchalant comment, the words gliding from my mouth without meaning to as I head into the clearing toward the river, bending my head to it surface to drink from, sparing only a glance at the stranger.
"blahblahblah."
@[Sacre] ( Hope its alright to drop in ^^;)
Elodin grows stronger by the day, his twig-thin legs carrying him across the world alongside my own. Together we prance through fields, trot across creeks and dance through forests. Bells chime, alerting all of the Bard and his companion's passage. But we do not mind. One of my bells, the one upon my brow tine, is now delicately around Elodin's slender neck, a bell of his own, and he seems to enjoy the gentle chiming of it as he moves.
A new place draws us today, and upon our arrival in a whirlwind of leaves and bells i see that we are not alone in this place. Elodin ducks behind my legs beneath the curtain of hair on my tail, regarding the others here with bright eyes. I can feel his fear and his curiousity, at war with a pride that grows more and more by each day. Cautious of my charge, i regard the two curiously, and the dark thought slips unbidden through my mind.
'What if they are the ones causing the murders?'
I recoil from the thought almost instantly, sorrow lancing through me. Never in my life have i regarded any with fear nor caution. But before i had only my own life to think about; now Elodin's life weighed upon my shoulders, and i would be damned before i allowed his short life to end due to my own folly.
"Well met friends!" I call out, approaching the Rotunda with a smooth stride, Elodin close at my heels. However it is the spike in his fear that draws my attention downward, to gaze upon the small, trembling body at my feet. Fear, strong and thick, and i immediately tense, raising my head towards my fellow unicorn... and the fox at his feet. My tail curls around Elo's small body, pulling him tighter against me as i keep an eye on the fox.
01-20-2015, 11:04 AM (This post was last modified: 01-20-2015, 01:18 PM by Hearth.)
Hearth
First it is the soft chimes in the air that I notice, tracking the unusual sound with a swivel of my ears. It was enough of a surprise that I lift my head from the water to quietly listen as it drew nearer. What to think of the sound I didn't know. It was high pitched but soothing in tone, entrancing almost. No object I knew made such a sound and for once I was...excited to find out what it was and watched expectantly in the direction of its source. Should I have been surprised when another of the horned equines appeared, this one a blue roan and tailed by a deer-like creature? I think not. An unofficial rule of this land seemed to be that all things came in matching pairs, not unlike the meeting I had with my winged kin in....the Threshold they called it. If you find one another is not far away, a fact that I will always keep in mind. This land is still new to me and remains a very...unusual place, so unlike what I know...I what used to know. I reckon there are still many things I've yet to learn in this mysterious world.
I casually look over the newcomer who chimes his greeting and chuckle silently to myself when I notice his lions tail curl around the deer-like creature bonded to his feet protectively. Curious still was the fact that both had an unlikely companion, so much so it was nonsensical and I can't help but wonder. Try as I might I have no answer for that but I do have an answer for what brings me here.
" Water," I state plainly, " And some curiosity. What of you?"
You said come with me boy,
I want to show you something more.
Sacre drags himself from out of the pretty building at the sound of a stranger’s voice, his young body jumping at the sudden words and he swung his head around wildly to find the mare. Upon initial inspection she was a funny looking Pegasus, the boy had seen many of her kind and all of them were unique in one way or the other. This one was like a flickering fire as he coat mixed together a warm collection of earth and fiery colours. She stood around the same height as him but the feathered appendages that sprouted from her side meant she could go much higher than Sacre ever could. He watches her intently as she drifts over to the river and takes some of its content, Inari peers around one furry leg with beady eyes of curiousity. "Am I that strange? I’m not the one who can fly after all" he laughed with carefree abundance. He’d never been called strange before though the boy often wondered why, given his buoyant disposition. It was only the sound of a ringing bell that dragged his attention away from the warm coated mare to search for the source of the intriguing sound.
He was a fellow kin, a horned stallion that had musical balls attached to his single antler and a cute little animal that looked very much like a miniature deer at his side. It quivered and Inari watched it intently, his instincts playing havoc on his mind as he resists the urge to charge it down, knowing full well that this was also a bonded creature just like himself and not to be harmed. Instead the red vulpine sat back on his haunches and averted his eyes away from the tender thing, watching the others for a time as the dark coloured stallion asks a curious question.
The conversation ensues and Sacre finds himself warming to his new crowd, the boy’s love of finding new friends was well at home in this strange environment. "Rotunda!" He smiles and nods towards the magnificent building "I didn’t get a chance to see it properly the last I was here and so I thought I’d visit again." He answered honestly, the words falling from his lips in musical tones as he happily view the two. The boy didn’t recognize either of them by appearance nor scent and a small bud of intrigue settled on his mind. He dipped his head in gracious greeting and nodded to both in turn "I’m Sacre a crafter of the Dragons Throat. Who are you and" his wild eyes switched to the roan and zoned in on his antlers "why do you have bells hanging from your horn?" he laughed.
@[Kvothe] sorry for the wait!!
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this
01-31-2015, 12:17 PM (This post was last modified: 02-09-2015, 02:23 PM by Hearth.)
Hearth
The laughter that come from the dark one is boisterous, a loud sound that nearly catches me off guard as it fills the air, echoing even with enthusiasm in the outlandish structure that defined this little area. I was bemused enough, actually, that I raised my maw from the cool waters to hover above the stream and cock my head slightly in the red-flanked ones direction. Why was this so... surprising to me? I realize then, dully, that this had been the first time since I'd begun my travels that I had heard someone laugh. Oh, how it beckoned to my memories, dared heartache to rise with a vengeance at those recollections. But I rise not to the bait of tears, feel not the bittersweetness that would unfurl within my chest. I remain stoic in that regard, a cold container to the heat of emotion. Not because I was holding back but simply because I've long accepted what was was no more and fear not new beginnings. The sun never rises on the same day after all, just as I am not the same as I was then and never would be again. Time only moves forward. So do I, for I am Hearth, traveler of the Wide World.
A crooked smile quirks at the corners of my maw and serves as my match for the dark-one's laughter as I turn 'round, finished with my supping. "My wings are strange, says the Fox Mother." I say in my cool manner, a hint of lighthearted jest snaking through as I eyed the stallion and the red fox resting as his feet. It is not often I rise to humor but this stranger rouses in me into a certain playfulness and is my observation not true? I decide then to call the roan one Deerherder for his companion, since I do not know his own name yet as well. This is a side of me I don't often relish in for lack of opportunity and preference, but I am in good company now and say, why not? For once, I'll speak.
Besides, the unusual choice of companions intrigued me. Cautious might be a better word, yet my curiosity often over rules it in the inwardly struggle. The fact that both of the stallions have such odd species traveling alongside them was not a coincidence. I may be ignorant of the rules and laws of this land but I was no fool either. But that could be answered later at leisure. For now I listen.
I cast my mellow gaze upon the mammoth stone structure again, now gifted with the name of it as the Fox Mother answers the newcomer’s question. Rotunda. It is a foreign word yet I find it to my tastes with the way it invokes a sort of presence, an enigma. The same could be said of this entire land as well, this Helovia as they call it. My attention is drawn again shortly back to the Fox Mother as I hear his voice start again, finally granted with both his true name and met with a familiar one. Dragons Throat. So he came from the same herd that Ampere did? All I knew of the place was that it was a desert and that Ampere had wanted me to become a part of it back when we met in the woods of the Threshold, wanted me to become family. I had declined, far from the mood then to consider after my long flight, but even now I would make the same choice if asked. I belong where I am - under the sky.
It came to my attention, dimly, that my name had been asked for." Hearth." I say, curtly bowing my head to both stallions in greeting, my ears then zoning in on a word and applying it to the objects worn by the Deerherder. Bells, hmm. I suppose that works.