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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.
08-10-2016, 01:50 AM (This post was last modified: 08-10-2016, 01:57 AM by Ru.)
The smell of brine, the cry of gulls, the restless winds – divine. Nothing could replace the turbulent air and spitting sea. It was perfect. The Riptide felt alive here in the harsh climate, warm, despite the breeze. There was a principal Ru wanted to follow, a way of life she set on pursuing – even if it meant she would fend for herself in the wilds. It made sense to her, it challenged her, and she’d never felt this whole since.
At first it almost seemed unbearable, to live on when loved ones would never return. That security blanket had left a long, long time ago – life times ago. And like the ocean, she could change on a dime – rejoicing the possibilities of said freedom. Or suffering from the nights that would never end. It was the silence, and the ghosts of those who nurtured and soothed the little one. Haunted by their faces, the stars that shined brightly and bled with yearning. Why hadn’t she joined them, too?
Why must the living keep on living?
Questions filled her head, unanswered, burning questions that eventually soothed as she fell asleep. Come morning, she could take respite in the sun – and think nothing more of death and plain uncertainty. She just was. Alive, breathing, on the quest to self-sufficiency and discovery – of all things, of everyone and everything. Our heroine would find a way.
Or at least, make do with what she had.
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Today was one of those lazy days. After making her descent to the Riptide Isles – a rocky, turbulent landing – she explored the lands. Since there are several islands to choose from – for our heroine required a base of operations – she filled her senses with as much as she could. Besides the ocean air, the cracked and departed mountain pieces were full and rich of green forests. There was humid air in its depths, the subtle hint of fruit that hit her nostrils, with the obscure mixture of other equine – or perhaps predators, unknown.
She followed the cliff edge of this particular island, where the wind was the harshest, and the drop – sheer and unpredictable. Ru took enough caution to respect the boundaries of the cliff. Yet, it was worth the view to tempt the edges, to crawl towards the sharp height, and feel as one’s heart spike and breath hitch – caught and lost with each gust. Sometimes the air left you entirely, stolen and punched out from one’s nostrils. Familiar with the sensation – especially during high dives – Ru felt nothing of it.
The girl merely offered a small smile, and settled herself down. Tucked a fore leg underneath her, while the other dangled from the edge.
White, porcelain peachy feathers along her neck fanned out. It was lovely to have the wind graze through them. She closed her eyes, and angled her neck along the stream – the currents pulsing through them. It felt like someone was actually nuzzling along the spine of her neck.
Comfort was its association. Remnants of security, the need for physical contact.
That is what word Sabia used when she woke in the morning, there just was something heavy lingering inside the rose grey mare. Like her entire body was tied down with boulders the size of the sun, as she walked among her herd mates she couldn't help but feel hollow and alone on the inside. It was the sadness that ate away at her each morning she decided to get up, carving and hollowing out her insides until she was nothing more than a hollow shell.
Sabia would smile and nod, promising she was alright and that she would love to talk later, no one looked close enough to see the cracks. And that was okay, so Sabia told herself anyways she would hate to burden others with her problems.
Today however she couldn't take it anymore, she needed a break from all the happy people. Sabia needed to find a place where she could be sad and depressed alone, hell maybe she would just end it all and save horses the trouble of pretending to care. The rose grey mare took to the sky leaving the Throat behind in a storm of sand and just kept flying, letting her wings take her where they wished.
It didn't take long for Sabia to come across the islands, they stood out like sore thumbs. Suddenly a thought came to Sabia; 'perhaps this is a perfect place to end it' the mare was sure no one lived on the islands so it would be too late by the time someone found her.
With a snort Sabia went towards one of the islands and landed near a large rock formation, there seemed to be more than one of the rock formations that lead to cliffs.
Perfect.
Sabia walked close to a cliff edge, so close her stone colored hooves knocked small pebbles off and sent then spiraling downwards into nothingness. The wind blew her mane and tail all over the place sending honey brown waves flying in the air, she stretched out her wings and allowed herself one last peaceful moment.
This would be the last time she would use her wings or feel the winds blow through her feathers. Sabia opened her eyes and lifted a front leg to plunge off then-
Was that a Pegasus?
From the corner of her eyes Sabia caught a winged creature lying on a cliffs edge, clearly oblivious to Sabia's presence. Stuck in place Sabia's eyes went wide.
"Oh bloody hell..." manedged to escape her maw in surprise, it didn't come out rude just astonished. The gods simply wouldn't let her die.
Amongst the restless winds the girl picks up on a form. A speck caught in the periphery. She twists her neck and lands her gaze upon the rose-grey mare. She remains indifferent at first glance, merely soaking up the sight of the stranger. Her first thought, why?
Why is she here?
Ru’s peace is shattered by the soul’s approach – despite the fair bit of room between them. Brows furrowed as those eyes appraised the raised forelimb, and the taught muscles constricting about the stranger. Who would take off at such a steep height? With the winds, their unpredictable movements - foolish, the girl thought.
And yet she remained curious, wondering what they would do next. Why they had stopped, would they follow through and bear the uncertainty of the cliffs? The youth’s tail flicked idly, her steady gaze unyielding. Not once, did she assume the mare’s true intentions. Only that perhaps, they enjoyed the thrill – despite the cost.
A cost Ru was unfamiliar with. All things seemed possible with certain restrictions. Though, the youth was not so inclined to delve deeper into the possibilities of such a rash decision. Even if the expanse between her kin grew larger with each passing day. There was a certain satisfaction being out on her own; independence.
Pure, undefined freedom, providing the salve for the wounds that ached during those nights.
So it was curious to see the stranger then. Odd to have company, permitting their strange behaviors. As she stared, she nickered out to them in the harsh wind – perchance they would join her instead.
08-16-2016, 12:39 AM (This post was last modified: 08-16-2016, 12:42 AM by Sabia.)
Sabia
Sabia stood there and took in the other horse simply lying there, she was an odd yet beautiful sight. For a few seconds Sabia thought about just ignoring the other horse and jumping off but she quickly cut that thought off she wasn't one to leave others haunted. So Sabia stood there frozen watching the mare watch her uncertain of what would happen next.
What did happen surprised the mare, the other Pegasus gave a nicker. A welcoming noise that Sabia couldn't help but call back with her own nicker. Then Sabia backed slowly away from the edge and went over to the other mare up close Sabia realized the mare was very young compared to herself, with a soft smile Sabia settled herself to the ground.
She did not feel threatened because why would a young mare call her over to only hurt her? Adjusting her cream feathers at her sides Sabia finally spoke "I'm sure you think me crazy from that sight" she explained, "I'm not crazy, not truly I'm just...." The mare realized she was babbling on so she stopped herself and gave a small sigh "I'm Sabia of the Dragon's Throat you are?" She asked politely.
From the scent of the young mare she wasn't part of a herd Sabia knew, instantly she was curious to know more about her. After all the young girl did just unknowingly save Sabia from herself.
08-28-2016, 04:12 PM (This post was last modified: 08-28-2016, 04:16 PM by Ru.)
Curiosity danced along her milky eyes, like a bright flame igniting over oil. Catching quickly, burning brilliant as she consumed the little changes in the figure. For a moment Ru wondered if the mare was frightened by her appearance. The sudden stillness, the tightness in the mare’s body – from muscle to bony prominence – signaled flight over fight. It provided the youth a moment to really note the rust tinged tips of those wings. Or the whimsical flow of honeyed mane and tail.
Pretty.
Besides the peculiar warm tone to her coat, Ru is drawn to the shredded ends of that right ear. Only for a few seconds, before the other heeds her call – breaking the girl’s concentration, tugging her back into the plane of reality.
Despite the previous tension, the mare appears adamant to ignore its cause. A soft smile displays neatly upon that face, a wary sign. The stranger joins her, and from there on – Ru realizes before she speaks – that they are Dragon’s Throat folk. Ru can smell that particular dust, it makes her nose flare with indignation. A dull pain that comes and goes, settles gently against the youth’s heart.
One of them.
Though it seems the mask, the charade of smiles dwindles when the mare takes on words to speak. The girl giggles with a cruel grin. Whatever seems to be bothering them is lost in the confusion of words – hesitant words that drift with the wind without any true course or purpose.
Just as the mare drifts off, the grin nearly dissolves along Ru’s façade. What’s left of it brings her lips to a purse, allowing her eyes to look out ahead of them. Grasping the dagger ends of earth that stand against the ocean; listening to the roar that erupts from their elemental struggle.
Inevitably the mare, Sabia, asks a question. But there isn’t much to say. Ru shrugs plainly, shaking her head. A wing instead restlessly lifts and extends to point at the scenery before them. Far more interesting than her name; beautiful, wicked storm that is the Isles. She turns her head to Sabia – a curious, gentle coo rolling off her tongue.
Isn’t it beautiful here? She thought aloud, in her mind.
Those lips weakened, a careful smile emerged. Ru’s eyes finally withdrew to the whitened crests of waves, lost in the dis-jointed momentum of its dips and rises.