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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.
02-16-2013, 09:01 PM (This post was last modified: 02-16-2013, 09:05 PM by Gaucho.)
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave can you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain..
As Gaucho’s hooves struck into Arrane’s soft belly, a sensation of pleasure wafted through the bay. Perhaps he should have been restraining himself a little more than he was; this was only a spar after all, and ought to be a friendly one, even if he didn’t know this stallion. Yet as the white stallion emitted a cry of pain, Gaucho could feel the blood lust welling inside of him. It was so hard to resist, and yet Gaucho knew that a well-timed blow could seriously injure this fellow. Gritting his teeth together, as if the clenching of his jaw would satisfy his need for flesh, he forced Arrane’s gasp of pain from his mind.
As Gaucho’s hind hooves struck the ground, only to be immediately re-deployed, the beast could tell that Arrane had been smart enough to move back at least a step, as the contact wasn’t as immediate as it could have been: But it was still there. Deliciously, he felt his hooves strike against the stallion’s neck, and down to his chest. The cry of pain only re-affirmed that Gaucho was not playing as nicely as he could be.
Out of the corner of his steely gaze, Gaucho saw movement as his hind-hooves once again touched back to the ground. In a whir of white amidst the sea of night-time hues, he perceived Arrane charging up his left side. As Gaucho raised an antlered brow, straightening himself from his bucking-position, he felt the stallion’s slender body slam into his. Given Gaucho’s height, build, and the addition of wings, he was far heavier than Arrane, and yet no so much so that having another stallion knock into him, didn’t cause an impact. With a grunt as the lungful of air within him was expelled, he felt Arrane’s body connect with his shoulder, causing him to take a step to the right to compensate for the momentum.
As Arrane swung his body around, making himself parallel with Gaucho, yet facing the opposite direction, the bay pinned his ears back angrily. He assumed the stallion was going to buck, or at least kick - why else point that lily-white ass in his face? Rearing up to avoid the legs that he felt would soon be flying, Gaucho twisted slightly in the air to the left, and leaned in, to try and slam his barrel into Arrane’s flank. It might have ended there - Gaucho might have simply let the stallion knock into him with retaliation; he was supposed to be going-easy, after all. But as he moved, he watched the arabian’s leg jut out, kicking where Gaucho’s knee had only been moments ago. Enraged, he threw more of his weight to the left, hoping to knock the stallion off balance given that he was already only on three legs. With a squeal of pain, Gaucho felt teeth digging into the flesh of his thigh, already sore from Arrane’s hooves, gripping hard enough to draw blood. Fuck it he thought - or whatever the primitive equivalent would be.
Feeling the stirring of his magic swell as his blood oozed, 3 spirit-wolves flowed from his antlers, circling around in the air they fanned around the front of Arrane, before finally touching the ground. Snarling, they snapped their jaws and barked eerie challenges as their ethereal bodies tensed. They moved closer to the white stallion, trying to block him from moving ahead with their bodies. As Gaucho’s body began to return to the ground from his rear, he tucked his chin in, hoping to scrape his antlers alongside the white stallions left stifle as he descended. Hooves back on the ground, Gaucho tried to shove into the stallion one last time, leading with his left shoulder, aiming to hit Arrane’s left flank. (Either hitting him or not..) Gaucho turned sharply to the right with a grunt of effort - his croup was sore from where Arrane’s hooves had scraped down, and his left hip already felt swollen and bruised from the bite. Trotting a circle to the right, Gaucho grunted, tossing his antlered head defiantly as he looked down at the white stallion, his steely gaze full of contempt due to the bite on his thigh.
As the commotion ceased, Gaucho noticed that he was not breathing as hard as he once had - all of his recent sparring had conditioned his body better than he had previously noticed. Sparring at night had been a pleasurable change of pace, as well. Curtly, he nodded to Arrane, nostrils flaring. "I am Gaucho." He mumbled, by way of introduction, and farewell.
[Summary - Steps to the right as Arrane knocks into him. He rears to avoid the kick he knows is coming, but takes the bit to the thigh, drawing blood. He uses his magic to call forth 3 wolves which stand in front of Arrane. Gaucho twists in midair to try and knock into Arrane, and tries to scrape his left flank on his way down. Shoulder-checking him one last time for good measure, Gaucho moves away.
Attack 2/2: Mid-air body check, antler scrape, spirit-wolves, and shoulder check. ]