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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.
His time in the Edge had been peaceful, and almost perfect.
Letha was growing, and had made friends; she had even found a new companion to spend her life’s journey with, which Dragomir was very grateful for, considering the difficulties that would likely face Ranjiri’s daughter, due to her deafness. At least with a bonded to help guide her through the world, she would be that much safer, and that less often on his mind.
He had also seen dragons in the wood again, and not just the small bond-mates which almost always trilled through the mists; not real dragons, either, like those Semira had woven tales about, as they had spent their afternoons exchanging stories of their youth, the ones from which she had descended. Dragons who were, in fact, the beating heart of the herd, members who walked among the trees and stepped with clawed feet where Mirage had strode before. The image itself had remained with him, even until now, when his work at the hot tub clearing had long been completed, and the sight of Isopia and Yael transformed into scaled beasts of legend was naught more than memory.
It was not the wild island of wyvern and dragon kin that ruled over mountain and vale, Helovia; but in Helovia, there was the World’s Edge…
And maybe that was good enough.
[ OOC: He is in the family clearing just pondering on the goodness of life. ]
The Edge was different than any of the other places that I had ever lived, yet there were many similarities that made the misty woods feel peaceful and homey. To be completely honest, when Dragomir had first suggested moving to the Edge I had balked at the idea. The very simple notion of living in the herd of the goddess that had murdered my brother left a bitter taste in my mouth and and an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. But I knew that Dragomir wouldn't have been happy in the Dragon's Throat and I hated snow, and with the Falls gone the only logical choice was the Edge.
It was a good decision. I think if I had insisted that we live elsewhere I would have regretted it. Letha had made friends and Dragomir had found a niche that he was comfortable in. I was content. Even Mara seemed to be happy there, which I attributed to the fact that there were so many other companions for her to play with and little creatures to hunt.
I was alone for the first time in a while -- Letha was off playing, Mara was with her, and Dragomir, I assumed, was busy with his duties. Even though it was close to noon the sun had not completely burned away all of the mist, there were still patches of it that swirled around the tree trunks. If I didn't call the Edge home I would have thought it ominous. It wasn't. It was beautiful and it seemed to dance around my legs as I strode through it and into the clearing.
Dragomir.
My heart did this funny little flutter-skip when I saw him standing there -- something that still surprised me even though it happened every time I saw him. I walked to where he stood, my wing brushing his side as I came to stand next to him. "Hey." I murmured, reaching up to touch my muzzle to his cheek in greeting.
"."
Mother, make me
Make me a big tall tree
So I can shed my leaves and let it blow through me
The kiss of wings against his body was something he had yet to get used to – perhaps why she did it so often. With a rustle that is synonymous to love to the stallion at this point, her gold wingtip induces shivers and goose-pricks where it trails, and the somewhat cowardly stallion sidesteps away with a nervous chuckle. Reaching his nose to her in what he hopes is time, the man aims to steal away his cheek (for which she aims) and replace it, instead, with his dark muzzle.
"Hey," he says, looking into her ruby red eyes for as long as he’ll let her, before slowly looking back out into the wood, then at his hooves, that aimlessly move the leaves and debris beneath him.
Though the silence that then grows is comfortable, the sort of quiet that is a blanket beneath which two people lie, their warmth unifying into the easy lull of the soundless music of two lovers in one another’s company. The man, however, is drawn to speak with her after some time, to draw smiles and glances from the girl he’d met on the borders of this very land so long ago. Perhaps one of the only women in all of the world that Dragomir feels so inclined to share any of himself with (prone to hours, days, weeks on end, alone, with his projects), he thirsts for her attention more than he ever has anyone else’s, and thrives on her praise.
It is frightening, as it is comforting. Sighing, lifting his large head to reach for the strands of her gold-tipped mane, to play with them, aimlessly as he talks, as he often does, he quietly breathes in her smell, and tries to pin to his mind this moment, forever, as he has almost all the others.
"You seem well today," he murmurs, worried for his darling as he always is, at least since he’d returned to Helovia and found his Ranjiri widowed, and due with child; even after her daughter’s birth, the normally cheerful mare had been quiet, and reserved. Though she hadn’t said much today, she seemed more at peace today than she had in a while, the lines of her face seemingly at ease, rather than pulled tight over a hidden hurt. Perhaps it was selfish to admit as much, he thinks to himself, but he was somewhat glad to have her mourning to tend to; it had made dealing with his own that much easier to do. Regardless, he does not dally on the topic of Ranjiri’s mood, rather, instead, returns to what he’d been thinking of when she arrived. "Have you seen the new tub yet? I’ll admit it’s a bit frivolous, but the others were all quite delighted with it."
There was a split second when Dragomir sidestepped away from me and the touch of my wing against his side that I felt worry and fear. Did he not like when I touched him anymore? But then his muzzle touched mine and those fears, which were probably foolish to begin with, diminished. I held his gaze for a while, feeling the familiar warmth of happiness and affection course through my veins. I had been so sad for so long and Dragomir had been right there beside me offering his friendship and support, all while grieving his own loss.
It looked away when I felt the sting of guilt, because I'd been so wrapped up in my own emotions that I hadn't thought about him and how he was coping with the loss of his mother. It occurred to me, then, how selfish I was being and had been for some time. I couldn't help but think that I should have offered him some kind of emotional support instead of withdrawing into myself so completely.
"You seem well today."
His voice drew me out of my musing and I turned to look at him. "I feel good." I answered, a small, genuine smile on my lips. "But I always feel good when I'm with you." And I touched my muzzle to his shoulder. "Thank you." I murmured, my gaze lifting to meet his if he'd allow it. "For everything."His support. His companionship. Helping me with Letha. Providing us with a new home. His protection."You didn't have to." Of course he didn't, and he really didn't need me telling him that. "It... it really means a lot."
When he brought up the new tub I was thankful for the change of subject because thanking him made me feel self conscious and a little silly. I shook my head and looked up to Drago. "Oh, no. I haven't seen it yet." I admitted a little sheepishly. Honestly, I hadn't seen much of the Edge (not that I could remember, at least) because I hadn't been paying much attention. Between Letha and being so absorbed in my emotional distress a lot had fallen to the way side I still hadn't even spoken to either of the leads. "Did you help build it?"
"."
Mother, make me
Make me a big tall tree
So I can shed my leaves and let it blow through me
05-04-2017, 12:34 PM (This post was last modified: 05-04-2017, 12:35 PM by Dragomir.)
Her smile blooms across her face and he drinks it in with wandering eyes that trace its outline, and strive to remember where each wrinkle folds into the dark of her coat, and crinkles the gold of her muzzle. The awkwardness of her horn had long since become an easy thing for the man, the tilt of her head to his natural as the way he can hold her eyes with his own, and not look away.
It is strange, to trust her, or anyone, he had not known literally all his life. Even though he had lived among others for many years, the initial solitude of his youth had never quite left him, and the man rarely felt as uncomfortable as he did while being held by another’s gaze. When Ranjiri looked at him, however, it was not frightening, or too much to take in; he simply did, and, as she thanks him for doing what any good man does, he smiles, and kisses her face just below her eye.
"I love you, Ranjiri," he murmurs her, "it is the least I can do."
Glad, too, when the topic changes, the stallion leans into his love’s shoulder if she’ll let him, as if to fuse their two bodies into one; she admits that she has not seen it, which does not surprise him. She doesn’t often leave their clearing, after all. Nodding before he answers, his hind leg switches from one lazily cocked leg, to the other, his tail gently brushes both of their bodies as it is cast side to side, to shoo away the flies (perhaps, occasionally, entangling with hers, the pale tones, hers gold dipped and his night streaked, blending into one).
"I did," proudly tells the crafter, as he usually does, of all his work; as he tells more, he avoids telling her how tired he actually gotten, and instead lightly chuckles at his own joke, "though I need more practice, that’s for sure. I was pretty keen to get in it by the time we were done."