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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.
And with that said, the stallion's lovely face found itself smashed against a marble pillar that stood imposingly before him, helped to support the gilded roof with its equally towering brethren. The usually-graceful wanderer had accidentally caught his hoof on a chunk of stone and the forward motion had tossed him into the arms of injury. Groaning as shock wore off and ushered in pain, the horned gent peeled himself off of the pillar slowly and turned to glare at the offending chunk. For some reason, a feeling of betrayal welled in Skyfall's chest and his opal eyes squinted balefully toward the surrounding structure, a thin trickle of blood beginning to drip from his left nostril.
Huffing at the inconvenience, the rogue turned his attention back toward the matter at hand and continued to inspect the intricate craftsmanship of the rotunda, grumbling and sighing all the while as his pain dulled. Though while the blow to his face was slowly fading from the forefront of his mind, the strike to the lithe gent's pride remained as fresh as ever. Sunlight streamed in overhead, shining through the colored glass of the ceiling and creating a kaleidoscope of hues that spun and shifted as the crowned male pranced about, oohing and ahhing at the pieces of architecture that stood out to his artist's eye. Light hoof falls were the only sound that echoed through the circular structure, complemented by echoes of birdsong and the laughing of a nearby brook. Skyfall heard as the blood seeping from his nose began to drip down and stain the pale stone floor a ruddy scarlet, causing a caustic chuckle to erupt from his lips.
07-25-2016, 02:42 PM (This post was last modified: 07-25-2016, 02:42 PM by Xolani.)
With the birth of her children, Xolani's mood had gone back to its usual good cheer. Her pelt, darkened for months with dull teals of fear and anxiety, had lightened considerably. These days, it was more commonly covered in the yellows of joy and the greens of love that the mare associated singlehandedly with her children. Though the twins had been a bit of a surprise, the silent mare had found herself captivated by their childish antics, entranced by their innocent charm. More than anything else, she found herself, for the first time, surrounded by a true family. Regardless of what came next for her, she knew that she would always have ties to her children, and that she would do whatever she had to in order to ensure a good relationship with them.
Despite her adoration for the babies, she had slipped away from the Dragon's Throat on this particular day in search of something pretty to gift them with. Other mares in the Dragon's Throat had recently given birth, and Xolani knew that the children would be safe within the boundaries of the oasis. Besides, she thought, how happy would they be to receive something from a distant land to remind them that there was an entire world beyond the borders of the Throat just waiting for them to grow old enough to explore.
The mare had wandered toward the west once she had arrived at the mainland, hurrying past the Heart Caves and pressed onward until she entered a comfortable wood. The heat of Tallsun was not so bad beneath the leaves that sheltered her, and in the distance she could hear a cheerful brook. Unknowingly, she approached the Ancient Rotunda, following the faint call of the water and the distant sound of hoofbeats. She arrived just in time to watch a stallion prance his way right into a marble pillar. The mare gasped almost inaudibly, scrunching her nose slightly as she imagined the discomfort that the steed must be feeling. She hesitated, not wanting to intrude, particularly as he seemed to shake off his momentary lack of grace and go about his business inspecting the structure.
But if she were to turn back now, she would have nothing to give to Patrick and Kolr. Besides, she noticed that the stranger was dripping blood onto the otherwise clean white stone. What if he needed assistance?
The mare stepped forward silently, carefully making sure that her hoofbeats would announce her presence. As she entered the Rotunda, she was amazed by its beauty: green awe colored her pelt, building a vague image of the building in which they stood. The image changed and morphed, the slightest of greens tinting the shapes upon her coat as the mare was filled with peace. Remembering herself, she turned her blue eyes to the stranger and nodded politely, a small smile on her face.
Thoughts.
I won't give up; no, I won't give in till I reach the end and then I'll start again.
Despite his better judgment, the artist, living so strong and so secure within it's gilded cage, rose up within him to comment on the beauty he had created - upon accident, even! The caustic grin that had graced darkened lips softened into something kinder, something filled with appreciation, as Skyfall watched scarlet splatter and stain ivory marble. Frailty and spontaneity, he knew, were traits that had the potential to create some of the purest, most delicately beautiful works of art known to the mortal realm.
So he watched, spellbound, as organic matter breached the boundaries of his skin to strike upon another form of organic matter; therefore creating something entirely and wholly unique, something that could never again be replicated. A sigh was pushed from bloodied lips as he let the understanding and realization dawn on him, opaline eyes practically glowing with an inner peace. The horned stallion could have stayed there for hours, watching the unexpected masterpiece unfold drop by careful drop, but the universe had other plans.
Upon the back of the balmy breeze was carried a scent, light and lovely, causing Skyfall to raise his delicately sculpted head. It was not what he had expected, she was not at all what he expected. Lips parted, a silent exclamation upon his tongue, as he gazed at what he had no words to describe. Whorls and twists of color ran along her length, mesmerizing in a way that was reminiscent of the very cosmos. Dainty, carefully crafted, every painstaking detail was peppered with elegance; pleasing in a way that could only be described as perfect.
If he were another stallion, driven by the base values of lust and desire, if he were another creature who hadn't been born with a eye for beauty and a heart for the tiny, gorgeous things that were sprinkled within each moment, his gaze may have been perceived as crude. As it were, though, Skyfall's love and admiration for all things visually pleasing surpassed even the instinctual need to reproduce. So he stood there, a mere peon in the face of such divine grace.
Art made flesh.
The cosmos pressed to skin.
True and living beauty.
It was then that he remembered himself, remembered that it wasn't quite polite or quite acceptable to stare at another in silence. Gathering back some semblance of normalcy, Skyfall gave a deep bow, distantly wishing for a pair of wings to sweep along the marbled floor, an extra flair to an already grand gesture. "Hello," His voice was uncharacteristically soft, "It's an honor to find such a lovely creature amongst nature's beauty. It complements you well," As if the entire universe is accessory to your existence.
One step forward, it was not enough, but the parameters of society forced him to stop after two more steps were made, opal hooves clacking lightly against the creamy rotunda floor. "I am Skyfall."
@Xolani do you want to be tagged? also he adoresss herrererrrrererrrrrrr
If she were more attentive, she would perhaps have noticed the way that the stallion stared at her, ogling her body as though she were a fine piece of art on display. It was not quite the same as being looked at like a piece of meat or perhaps a ripened apple, prime for the taking, as though the one looking wished to devour her; but nor was it entirely polite or acceptable, and given the choice, Xolani would have been quite glad not to have noticed it. As it were, she was quite a bit more interested in her surroundings than the stallion before her, though he would, no doubt, prove to be quite interesting in the minutes to come.
A movement drew the mare's gaze back to him, a smile gracing her lips as she watched the deep bow that the stallion offered her. How very nice of him, she thought to herself, shyly and demurely lowering her gaze to the floor dipping her head politely in greeting. The reverence with which the steed was treating her made the mare quite uncomfortable - she was unused to such a display, having been treated with nothing but disgust in her homeland. Even here, where Ilios had doted on her kindly (at least for a while, she remembered, her mood souring slightly), the overdramatic flair with which this stallion greeted her was abnormal. Particularly for one as plain as her.
He, on the other hand, was a lovely stallion: he was tall, leanly muscled, covered in a beautiful mahogany bay coat. In perfect contrast to the darker colors of his pelt, the man boasted an impressive length of creamy mane and tail that looked to be just as soft, if not softer, than Xolani's. Huge, black horns were set backwards on his head, arcing spectacularly over his long back. A pretty green stone - she didn't know what kind - accented his forehead. His voice, too, was pretty: it was soft and kind, and it brought a smile to her pretty face. He called her lovely, and she shook her head slightly with an amused smile. She was nothing special, as he was no doubt about to find out. After all, she couldn't even talk.
A step or two forward, and she reached out, offering her muzzle with an apologetic smile. On her pelt, a horse's head appeared, appearing to be talking - then a large 'x' appeared over the shape, as though to convey that she could not speak. Perhaps, if he was kind, he would politely excuse himself rather than attacking her - verbally or physically. Or, perhaps... it seemed too much to hope for, but perhaps he would stay.
Thoughts.
I won't give up; no, I won't give in till I reach the end and then I'll start again.
@Skyfall - please do tag! :D I'm so excited about this! Sorry it took me a bit to reply - I was moving this past weekend and I work full time during the week :x
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