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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.
ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
Isopia walked lazily through the Falls. The sun was hot, and even when she was in her much smaller raven-body, it was almost as if she could feel the rays beating down on her just as completely as when she was in her own skin. It was likely a trick of the magic, and so if she had to endure the heat, she might as well do it in her own body. Most of the Falls knew who she was in raven or equine form, and so her magic did not serve her as a disguise here.
Walking along, the demigoddess stayed close to the shadows afforded by the trees, taking gentle comfort in the temporary respite from the sun. She didn't linger however, staying still for too long made the girl anxious.
At her flank, Hubris, the bronze dragon, glided happily, investigating the trees, the leaves, and anything else he might come across. His mind was just as interested and curious in the world as Isopia's was, but he was much more forthcoming and open about it. His jaws open as he snapped at a bug that happened to fly passed him, causing Isopia's quad-horned skull to turn and look at him. Her face was a neutral mask, though her golden eyes seemed slightly amused by his antics.
As she moved, despite the fact that she was quite large, the grass beneath her hooves sprung back up as if it had never been trampled. It was the magic of the shoes that she wore - shoes that prevented any damage to the earthen life beneath her.
Syrena might be the only one in this herd that wouldn’t have a damn clue that Isopia could turn into a raven. Though she probably should know. After all, she called this place home long enough, but she wasn’t even entirely sure that Isopia had been here then (probably had been, Syrena just didn’t pay any attention to these things). Back then, she’d tried her had at being a Slueth, but really, that was never going to work out. She won’t touch anyone. She’s hardly about to knock another horse out and steal things from them, or steal them. So instead, she did nothing, if she’s being really honest.
That time just shouldn’t count. She’d come here still thinking she was siren, and this was the place where all that was ripped away from her (well, when she discovered it, anyway). Sometimes she wonders why she’s back, but then again, she’s got nowhere better to go.
So here she is, wandering the Hidden Falls with no plan today either. At least she had an idea of what she might want to do. Crafting pretty much sucked, but it kept her busy and her mind occupied, and so for that, she didn’t hate it. And at least she could see the result, could be damn well certain all the sweat and sore muscle from building a freaking roof paid off. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to commit. Not that she’s ever committed to anything. Hell, she’s never even lived in one place all that long.
The golden dragon catches her eye before the horse beside it. Not that she really could have missed the horse either, with all her chains and the cape and everything in between. She watches for a moment, waiting for that familiar pang of jealousy to pass. She wanted to be something special and amazing again. Not gray gray gray. Not only awe inspiring when she sat in the pools, the warm water turning her pink and purple.
She wanted everything she lost. All the things she would never have. And it was nearly impossible to bring herself to find new things to want.
Deciding that being anti-social isn’t going to get her anywhere in this life, she turns her course and makes her way over to the other mare, nickering slightly in greeting because she’s pretty sure that’s polite. “Hello,” she offers, her customary deadpan greeting. Her voice is lovely though (ah, remnants of her true self), even without much emotion. “Syrena.” Cause names are polite too, right? Probably. She still remembers the rather pointed scolding from the King of the Edge. Not that she cared, he hardly earned her name, but still. She’s trying.
"words"
ooo :: oh, that's perfect! she will bring it up once she decides she knows how to hold a real conversation....
ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
As is the norm between the two, Hubris hears and sees Syrena first. He is alerted by her movements on the soft underbrush and immediately spun back to see who it was who might cross their path. Unlike his bonded, Hubris was not averse to strangers, and normally welcomed them heartily. The old one with the whiskery nose had been a stranger at one point, and both Hubris and Isopia had become fond of him (well, tolerant in Isopia’s case, but that was almost like fondness for her). The dragonling had tried to reinforce the larger message, that if one meeting had turned out pleasantly, perhaps more would, if only she would give them a chance.
She hadn’t but her stubbornness had never deterred the bronzey creature.
Hubris trilled a bright hello as he glided on glistening wings marked with splotches of brown. Isopia’s large golden eyes followed the movements of the reptile, and soon her massive body was facing the smaller mare.
Those large golden eyes blinked slowly as the mare offered a hello. Isopia knew that she was supposed to say hello back, but what was the point? It didn’t convey any information, it was a useless custom. The mare had alerted the girl to her presence with her greeting, was that not enough?
Syrena.
Again came that slow blink; Isopia’s long lashes fluttered as they dove towards her cheek bone and then rose once again. So? the girl felt like shouting. I didn’t ask your name, so don’t think that your offering binds me to some sort of response. Either the stonish-coloured mare was part of the Hidden Falls or she wasn’t. If she was, then likely she knew who Isopia was (oh, this wasn’t arrogance speaking, not really. But she was the child of the God, held a high ranking position within the herd, and was pretty damn unique looking.), and if she wasn’t, then she probably had some sort of purpose being here. One that likely did not include introductions.
And so, in typical Isopia fashion, the giant-girl stood there with a neutral expression, peering down at the mare. In her mind Hubris chastised her grumpily, and trilled again as if apologizing for her rudeness. Still, Isopia did nothing but stare.
The seal-gray mare is greeted only by the trill of the bronze dragon, and she manages a nod toward the creature. Manners and all that. It’s not like she didn’t know them (she used to live on her sheer ability to lure men, after all), though she simply wasn’t the best about using them. It takes conscious thought and effort on her part, which is sometimes simply too much work. But this mare…well. Maybe she knows manners. Maybe she doesn’t.
The mare does turn to face Syrena, and it’s unusual for the siren to feel so damn short. Not that she’s particularly large, but she’s not particularly small either. It’s pretty rare that someone, and particularly a female, towers quite so damn high above her. Honestly, it’s a little unsettling, not that Syrena lets this show on her impassive face. Sometimes her general lack of emotion is a blessing. Probably also because she’s not that annoyed when the mare just stares. Except for the occasional, slow, and deliberate blink. Okay, that part is annoying.
“Alright, so no pleasantries,” she says in that deadpan voice. If someone were watching this conversation, it’s probably hilarious from the outside. But Syrena seems unperturbed by the giant mare’s silence. If she gets to play blunt and just go for it, all the damn better. She wasn’t much for pleasantries, after all, but so many insisted on them that she keeps dusting them off and throwing them to the wind.
She takes a moment, trying to think what she knows of the residents around here. Which, really, is a shocking lack given that she’s lived here twice, but she’s pretending the first time didn’t happen. But if she had to hazard a guess, there’s only one mare that comes to mind. “I’m new, so forgive me,” it’s rather clear she doesn’t actually mean that, but she says it anyway, “but names aren’t my best skill right now. Though let me guess. Isopia? And if so, I was hoping to talk to you about your job here. Cause it turns out I need to pick one, and I can’t decide between yours and crafting. So I wanted to ask what you do and what sort of help, if any, you’d want.”
There. That seemed like more than enough information. Like really, too much, actually. But hopefully somewhere in there she’d warranted a response. Even if that response was “No, dumbass, I’m not Isopia but you can find her over there.” Or whatever. Syrena barely saw a soul around this place (semi-her fault), so she’d take whatever she could get in way of information.
"words"
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@Isopia - Hahaha, I find this hilarious, actually.
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ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
The girl can't tell whether or not the siren's first sentence is an observation or a declaration, and so, unsurprisingly, Isopia merely remains silent. Regardless of which the demi-goddess agrees - pleasantries are pointless, not pleasant.
Isopia controls her annoyance with the same smooth skill that Syrena uses. Despite the fact that Isopia's instincts tell her to pin her ears and snarl slightly at the sound of her own name, she does not. Mentally however, she casts another arrow into the fractured relationship she endures with her Father. He is the one who had broadcast her name for everyone to hear - and for those who weren't around to hear it? Well. Grapevines apparently produce more than just grapes around Helovia.
With an expression of neutrality Isopia listened to the remainder of what the mare had to say.
"They call me the Mountain that Knows." Isopia corrected, her amber eyes appearing to narrow despite the fact that she merely continued to slow-blink towards the siren. Her academic tone didn't falter as she continued, but some of the annoyance seemed to disappear from her gaze. "I don't need help. If you know my name, then you know the God of the Earth is my Father. " She said factually. "What help could I need in speaking with my parent?" Actually, if Isopia could pawn off her responsibilities on someone else, she likely would. However there was no one else she trusted to actually do her job well, and so, her lack of trust in her own herd kept her rooted in place.
However..
"I have had crafting magic from this herd though. The crafter's work on useless projects that are not worth the time or resources which are poured into them." She thought of the cells, the garden .. what was the point of it all? Did food not grow in abundance here? And when it didn't, weren't there those with the ability to simply make things grow? And the cells? When was the last time the Hidden Falls had need of such things? The last herd who lived here also worked on cells, but they had been run out by the inhabitants of the Edge. And since then? Literally nothing had happened.
Cells. Ha.
"Since you appear to be looking for advice, despite the fact that I do not need assistance with my duties, at least if you belong to my ranks you will not be burdened by useless tasks."
It takes all of her self-control not to walk away. This is why she was nomadic. This is why the herd life thing never seemed to work out for her. But what choice did she have, anymore? Her powers were gone, she was no longer immortal. This was her life. Tiny and small and insignificant. Stuck talking to spoiled children and groveling at their damn feet because they just so happened to be the path forward.
Was she making even remotely the right decision?
Probably not. But she was making it anyway. There were outcast group, certainly, but what could she offer them and more importantly, what could they offer her? Not as much as the Falls could.
So she bites the remarks that comes to her mouth. Something snotty about wanting to be called a mountain instead of what (Syrena rather grudgingly admits) is a rather pretty name. “Apologies, Mountain that Knows” she says, her voice deadpan like always, making it rather hard to tell if she means it. She doesn’t, but at least most horses are left wondering at the lack of inflection in her voice.
She listens, letting the mare talk. Isopia goes on to talk about crafting as well. Her feelings on that are rather clear. Not that Syrena will blindly just take this stranger’s word. But in the same vein, she does kind of agree. She lived here once, and couldn’t even tell you what this herd had. Which might say more about her than it does about the structures that have been crafted, but still. The other thing is that, she suspects, her and Isopia aren’t so very different. That is pretty much the root of all the issues in this conversation. They both probably want to bite each other’s heads off.
They may not be able to work together. Syrena might very well be a crafter because she’s got no other damn choice. Or maybe, they’ll work together great. Stay the hell out of each other’s way unless absolutely necessary to do otherwise. There was no in between.
“To be fair, I said want, not need. I doubt you need help, but that doesn’t mean you might not want it. Now, if you don’t want help, I’ll go waste my time making useless buildings. I know they want help. But if you have things you’d want me to do, I’d be interested.” She’s basically a willing slave, sitting in the bottom of the ranks with no one to listen to but a Mountain of a mare.
Gods, this is going to be horrible. But it’s something, and that’s better than the nothing she’s been wallowing in for far too long.
ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
Isopia knew she ought to more carefully regulate the amount of time her face went slack and she did nothing but slow blink while another spoke to her, but really, was it worth the effort? She didn't think so. For a while in her life she thought that it might better suit her motives to learn to blend in more - to say and do the things she was meant to the way that the 'rest' of Helovia would say and do them - but she found that ultimately faking it accomplished nothing more in the end.
Isopia sighed half way through what Syrena was saying, and shook her quad horned skull. As much as she liked to banter and correct the linguistic incompetencies of others, it was pointless. If this mare couldn't understand the important difference between need and want - how it was ridiculous to suggest that Isopia could want something that she didn't need - then Isopia's academic lectures would likely not correct it for her. And so, Iso didn't feel the need to listen any further.
"If you're fine with wasting your time on fruitless projects, you'll fit it well here." She began with a clearly forced smile on her face. "I don't need or want assistance from someone so compliant with inefficient use of resources." The Mountain concluded, her golden eyes slow blinking once again.
Turning to leave, Iso mentally rolled her eyes in Hubris direction in response to his clearly embarrassed mentally stream of ????????????????? sent in her direction. The dragon trilled an apologetic sound towards Syrena, before leaping into the air after Isopia, chattering at her receding form.