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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.
12-26-2015, 09:02 PM (This post was last modified: 12-27-2015, 07:52 PM by Alune.)
Alune the Seer
Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars
The trek had been a long one, the misted green landscapes had peppered into lush thistle as he trotted onward. Illusionary creatures danced and pranced at his hooves, their delicate forms switched between deer and feline, preoccupied in making sure they stayed a stride ahead of their charge with gleeful abandon.
It had been a great blessing to have such wonder within his reach, and he'd miss them when they finally returned to the mist that formed them.
However, today, he would begin the journey to achieve a greater blessing.
A blessing directly from the Dark Lady herself.
Thistles eventually died and withered, silver eyes switched to the horizon and found it barren. Carved and heaved from molten rock that was laced blue heat. Odd, did his Goddess really have her shrine set in such...barren and bleak landscape? Alune let out a snort, she deserved more he concluded. Maybe that was just him, he had been blessed with a great temple dedicated to Lady. He had gazed and witnessed her great presence, how it wilted giants down to size with a mere glance. The Dark Lady did not need great height nor a giant display of her unimaginable power. She dealt in the shadows, she was the tendrils and mortal coil that sprang in everyone. Mortality, the wind that sheered the cliffs, the moon that pulled the tides in a silent lullaby. Her very darkness could suck the life from flame if she so wished.
For all that terrible power, she could also be benevolent and bountiful to those she found deserving.
She would reward the worthy and bless them.
So now he approached her darkened shrine, head lowered in reverence, the mighty crowns that he wore proudly brought low by his awe and wonder of his Goddess. The lunar sentinel hoped he too would prove again that her trust in him was not misplaced, as he had when she picked him for her Seer. He was worthy to be tested, and be rewarded. Alune could become more than the equine sinew he had been birthed as. Silver eyes transfixed on the blackened symbols as though he could read them, learn from them and know their meaning — trivial, and impossible but he tried.
Silver braids pooled across the obsidian ground, diamonds entwined between the strands catching in the blue hued light and giving him a halo of light.
A stark contrast to the muted palette he stood within.
"My lady," he called out to her, lapis hooves stilled in front of the dark shrouded symbol of her divinity "I require your blessing."
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Using my VOTG Pass to quest for:
[magic :: active ] :: Dark x Fire :: Able to transform into a Silver Dragon. Transformation covers his whole frame in ice and shadows as he changes.
[restrictions] :: Gliding Rules apply & able to use Frost Breath once in battle.
Her voice broke through the stillness, and yet her svelte body was no where to be seen. "The Edge is our home, and as my Seer you may call me from there - unless of course..." Her body shimmered into appeared before him. Lilac and maroon tones danced in a silvery light all across her lithe form. The Seer was far taller than she was - and yet she did not appear small. Only graceful and delicately powerful. Her pale eyes seemed to glow with an inherent light as she apprised the man she had appointed not so long ago - and without any real justification - to this position. But the Goddess had always done as she had pleased - and for the most part, her actions always led to the consequences that she desired and intended. Alune's ascension was no different.
"...Unless you are here for personal reasons?" Her chiseled head tilted slightly as she regarded the marked stallion with a humour-filled patience. The Goddess' leonine tail curled elegantly around her, as she waited for a response. Oh, she could have peered into his mind and found there the information that she wanted to know, but it was so much better this way - better in the waiting, and the anticipation.
[He wouldn't be able to have ice breath. That would be an upgrade!]
Her voice is breathed into existence like the air that rolled off of the jagged rocks and tousled his mane gently in the wind. It reminds him that she is ever present. Ever seeing. Ever watching.
The Goddess reminded him that he could call on her from their homeland, this he knows, of course. But when matters were more of a personal nature, something that weighted on the self-gaining side of life, it was best to take the matter outside of home and hearth. It was better that he stand here in front of her and ask where ears could not listen and others may feel the need to step in, not that he would of minded the company, but it was simply better to be alone.
Svelte and lilac hued body shimmered into his white orbs vision, and she is a vision in herself. Call him a sinner, and declare it to the crowd for the way he momentarily appraised her delicately powerful frame before his eyes return to her chiseled face, lest she catch him and deem it too inappropriate that he gazed too long. Alune had many words he could choose to continuously thank her for raising him to his ascension, but he feels they would stifle the air between them and would be too paltry to offer the Goddess. Words are always pretty, they have desired effects on those that cannot read subtle undertones that betray their real intent. The Seer feels that it is better he show her he is able, and he is deserving of her magic. After a moment, scimitar styled horns raised themselves as he pulled himself to his full height to address the astral goddess.
"I am here for personal reasons, it would seem rather selfish of me to call you in our herd-land, when my desires are my own and not for the herd. I also wished to gaze upon your shrine with my own eyes." He explained, leonine tailed curled around his hocks with his words with the silver strands splaying across the cooled rocks. The night is silent, and the air is breezy and gentle from the spray of the sea, the shards in his mane and tail catch in the light and illuminate the silver strands with their precious light.
"I wish to be of further use to you," he begins to explain, "I wish to be more than just your voice alone. I wish to be able to defend and bring justice to those who would mark your name and harm your herd-land." His words are thoughtful, as they picked apart the long lines of words that sang in the halls of his mind. Never once do they falter, they are strong and confident. In both his choice and the all-powerful being that he stands before. He wishes to be a Paladin on silvered wings, to call upon primal energies of Draconian heritage to incite hesitation and fear to those he called his enemies. Who called the Edge their enemy. "I wish to take this body of mine and transform it into something more...of scales and claws, teeth and wings. A Dragon who answers your call."
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Using my VOTG Pass to quest for:
[magic :: active ] :: Dark x Fire :: Able to transform into a Silver Dragon. Transformation covers his whole frame in ice and shadows as he changes.
[restrictions] :: Gliding Rules apply.
The Goddess, of course, did not mind the way his eyes scoured and trailed up and down her body. Her beauty was one of her greatest gifts - a trait that seemingly only her flaming brother shared. Neither the Spark nor the Earth were much to look at ... oh, each were in their own ways. But neither inspired the sort of jaw-dropping lust that she and her golden counterpart did. The Goddess would pleased that Alune was not immune to such charms and wiles. She would remember that...
"Ah yes ..." She purred, allowing her pale gaze to wash over the decrepit and lonely stones. A few flowers grew here and there, but other than that, the Veins were a poor reminder of what they once were. "It used to be different here, you know." She remarked, her voice sounding off handed as she fell into a recollection of what once was. "This place used to be alive with our spirits, and we dwelt here often. Now, only the dead do-" Her gaze completed its survey landing finally on the trees which had grown after she had 'killed'. So many still didn't understand that need. But it didn't matter, the outcome which had always needed to pass, had.
The Goddess' svelte ears swivel led to catch the wishes and desires of her seer, and indeed, her gaze grew more raptuous and intrigued as he spoke. She knew that she had selected him well, and this intuition was only further foundationalized as Alune reported that what he wanted was to be a sigul of her - a reaper of justice and defender of her lands. Yes ... you will be, she thought with an inward hum and an approving smile.
"A body of such power as the one you seek ... It is you who must be strong enough for it. I will need evidence that you are, before such a gift will be granted. Find two with the ability to transform. Learn from them what their weaknesses in their forms are, and figure out how to use this against them. Then - " An inky breeze wafted from beneath the Goddess wing, carrying one of her amulets. "Use this, and teach yourself how to fly. Because your body is not suited for flight from birth, your attempts will be ... less than optimal. But it is better to learn now, than fall from the skies as a dragon. Do you understand me?"
Alune must find two others with transformation magic, learn their weaknesses (specifically pertaining to transforming/being in a different form (i.e. Is their transformation painful, do they lose their powers, are they weaker) and figure out how to use this against them (in a spar, or just strategically speaking in terms of the Edge). Then use the Moon Amulet she gave him, capture the magic of someone who can transform into something flighted, and practice flying! Someone can either help him/teach him, or he can do it on his own.