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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.
03-21-2017, 02:40 AM (This post was last modified: 03-21-2017, 08:32 AM by smitty.
Edit Reason: non-herd members may not make private threads in herdlands
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GET A LITTLE CLOSER, LET FOLD
CUT OPEN MY STERNUM AND PULL
MY LITTLE RIBS AROUND YOU
THROUGH ARMS, OR MAYBE UNDER, UNDER YOU.
Despite the lack of warning, Manon had no ill feelings toward Toulouse leaving the Edge - he was not hers to control, nor was he made to live a life of rigid hierarchy... unless he were at the top of that ladder. She had, however, been disgruntled that he had left her behind. Still, dressed up in her gifted scarf (which looked divine) she had trekked the distance between the Edge and the Basin with ease and grace, her heart just that little bit lighter upon leaving the Edge's border. It would be a difficult place to live now that her closest and only confidant had left, but she would make do - and perhaps serve a different agenda now that Toulouse had branched out. This new agenda would be more productive, and certainly more self-serving - not to mention overall more disruptive. A cool, elegant smile graced her soft lips at the thought as her slitted pupils caught sight of the Basins sentinel.
It was an impressive sight, all cold, unyielding metal - intimidating to say the least. Manon wrapped her silk scarf a little tighter around her silver locks, blinking up at the sentinel with sharp, opalescent eyes. It was a grand place to make a home, grander than the Edge, though it was a little too cold for her liking - something to get used to, perhaps. She had come to a halt, mile-long legs setting her tall and beautiful, the regality of her posture a natural and easy stance for the ballerina. As she searched the icy barricades for a way in, Manon remembered that Wessex lived here too - a pleasant and welcome memory, that wandered through her brain in a vision of storm clouds and keen yellow eyes. A short, charmed laugh tinkled from her throat as she awaited the arrival of her pale skinned snake, having given up on finding a way past the sentinel.
Toulouse was her partner in crime - and though they didn't live in the same herd any more (for how long?), Manon was not deterred, and intended on visiting or meeting with the slippery spy as often as she liked. They had plans, after all.
03-21-2017, 03:24 AM (This post was last modified: 03-21-2017, 03:24 AM by Toulouse.)
Resolve is never stronger than in the morning
after the night It was never weaker
A regular sweeping patrol of the basin's heights was a common morning and nightly routine for the serpentine man. A lion standing guard over his pride, a shepherd watching his flock, Toulouse was always the one who stood alone on the frontier with no protection for his own hide.
It had provided many advantages, however; having such a vast landscape to patrol meant hunting became a regular daily activity. No longer would he have to creep away after days of starvation to a festering pond to crack the jaws of rabbits and foxes, for now, he could hunt bigger game and with the security that he was not being gazed upon by whispering herd-brothers or children to cry wolf.
It was as he returned to the centre of the basin from one of these patrol-turned-hunts, after clambering up one of the highest peaks to tower over their melting home, that he saw a rather familiar figure making her way down the hill from the arch.
How she had managed to find it bewildered him, though he knew it would be his head on the plate if she truly got through into the herd land without a stop.
His pace was quick and fleeting, pale hooves carrying him stealthily over the terrain as he ducked over snow and rock, between each monolithic pine until he found himself at the basin's floor. From now, his steps were all the more cautious.
Manon was someone he adored, and maybe, just maybe, he even loved her. His adoration and love and his trust were two separate things entirely - he knew that darling Manon Maryrose was not one to be trusted, just as she should know the same of him.
He approached from the south, his paces taking him through the trees until he took place behind a sentinel. She had stopped, waited, clearly assuming they were still active. how handy it was to be on the inside. "Il est mort*" he whispered to her, finally stepping from the sentinels cover.
At first he wished to run to her, to embrace her, though soon came to him thoughts of intel rather than those fuelled by his heart. He stood still, coldly watching her in anticipation. Had she come here to curse him for leaving? To say her goodbyes forever? To be with him? These were things he could not anticipate, and he was one who could anticipate most.
03-21-2017, 04:03 AM (This post was last modified: 03-21-2017, 04:03 AM by Manon.)
GET A LITTLE CLOSER, LET FOLD
CUT OPEN MY STERNUM AND PULL
MY LITTLE RIBS AROUND YOU
THROUGH ARMS, OR MAYBE UNDER, UNDER YOU.
"Il est mort" came a familiar whisper, and Manon turned her angular head to face the man she had come to find. She turned her eyes back to the sentinel at his words, letting them linger there in silence for more than a few moments, following the line of it's metallic body and wondering if it was authentically dead. It could have just been in a deep slumber, its cogs frozen over but still ready to turn at the slightest inclination. Eventually, she turned her silver rimmed eyes back toward the vision of soft diluted gold that was Toulouse. She smiled - truly smiled, and danced toward him on light hooves. "This place suits you better, you look handsome in a crown of snow", and still she drew closer, until they were close enough to embrace - but she stopped there. Manon had never been one for public displays of affection, though her smile said more than enough.
Her voice turned slightly petulant as she said "You've left me alone amongst those fools at the Edge - now I shall have to endure Iona and her speeches by myself." It would be an effort not to step out of line - but for Toulouse, she would remain at the Edge, silent, listening, watching. Her loyalty was not to be put in question - for she'd never been loyal to the place she lived, only to a singular, snake tongued man. And that loyalty remained, no matter where he, or she, chose to live. Again, Manon glanced about her at the snow and the ice, then said quietly "What are you going to do now?" It was likely a question many would have liked to know the answer to, and in the spirit of their friendship, Manon didn't expect anything more than a vague answer - though she hoped for more. She, herself, wasn't entirely sure what to do now that she was left alone at the Edge, though she had a lingering purpose that had all to do with Toulouse, advancement and fame.
Only now did Manon see the coolness in those familiar minty eyes, but instead of being offended she brushed the coldness aside and returned his stare with her own, an intimate brush of souls. She knew she could ask him her previous question again, and learn the answer - the true answer, through hypnosis. She wouldn't, though. Toulouse was a more than worthy opponent, not one she wanted to be on the bad side of, and besides, it was much more fun being on the same side. "You and I against the world", was her reticent murmur.
Resolve is never stronger than in the morning
after the night It was never weaker
Her words were a tease to him, as if she'd strung a rope around his jugular and attempted to wrench him toward her. It caused his fanged jaws to tighten, to grate against one another in what might only be described as agistation or the most mild put of fury. Manon was hypnotic, not just by a blessing from the gods but by birthright - she could enchant anyone with not even a stare or a smile. All you had to do was look upon one of her crystaline eyelashes, or trace your gaze once about her magnificent mottled pelt and you would find yourself totally ensnared.
She approached, and Toulouse only wished he had enough strength to back away from what he assumed would be an embrace, though he kept still and watched her with increasingly haunting eyes. you look handsome in a crown of snow.
The faintest of smiles began to form upon his lips, the kind that very rarely made an appearance. He had certainly missed her. "You are seeing me in my natural habitat" He informed her, quickly glancing around the mountains. He hadn't told her much of T'det or Myrhh, mainly because it was most certainly a touchy subject, though it's wide ice-touched fields and great frost backed mountains were a place he missed greatly.
Witnessing her sigh, her denoting brow, Toulouse's own eyes furrowed partly with curiosity and also partly with anger. If they treated her badly in the slightest, withheld opportunities, or anything of the sort, heads would roll. "They are treating you well?" was his question. Another step was taken in her direction, his nose craning further backwards in an attempt to become closer to her but still, not allowing her devious touch. "They have to be..." He growled, though partially thinking out loud. Eyes of the sea switching from over her head to her own sight giver's once more. She must know what would happen if she reported any differently.
For a few moments he stood silently, his eyes falling almost completely closed, ignoring almost anything else she had to say. Toulouse just wished to hear her breath, smell her sweet scent of lilac, and know that she was here. You and I against the world. "You and I against the world"
I think it was Wessex (or Weaver?) who asked me if they could jump in on this thread and i know we cant make it private bc Manon's not an AB member but I think i'd prefer it if it was just Manon and toulouse for this one guys! Manon will be visiting lots so there's plenty of opportunity next time? <3