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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.
Cupped hooves clack loudly across stone while I move deeper and deeper into the darkness of the catacombs, the hair along my spine raising slowly, each follicle standing straight on end by the time the darkness had engulfed me near the crystal wall and seeping magma river. I don't like this place, at all; it smells stuffy and dank and just down right foul. My mind's eye pulls up images of our original home: the Marshes and all of their glory. Puffy white eyes watched us walk by, awaiting the day a stranger would slip into the depths of their gummy graves and find themselves in a panic in order to get their snack.. I can only imagine what their rotting, crack, black teeth would feel like in your side. The thought alone makes my entire body quiver in disgust and fear.
I've found myself in a room full of strange odors and smells like ones I have never smelled before. Spices and sweets alike fill the blue-hued room, the combined scents making my stomach growl, which is strange because I am slightly put-off by all of this. Mushrooms and tree tops - glowing the same radiant blue as the strange moss - circle the room. With a careful step, I move into the carpeted cave, violet eyes straining to pick up on anything that isn't illuminated in this room. A waterfall churns in the distance, supplying a fresh stream of water that I can catch glinting against neon blues. Nostrils flutter quietly, laced snout dropping to search the floor while I taste the air for any near by bodies; little do I know that I am walking directly over a grave belonging to a man once named Azzaron.
Lied out flat on the glowing room's floor is a feather, something commonly seen where the bird-horses hang out around here, but this one is shorter and stubbier than those of your commonly winged equine.. and it stinks! Ugh, it's filthy! Rough lips touch the cold object, barely able to feel the silky down that pokes from either side of the white stem. My tongue slides out, wetting dark lips before a loud snort of displeasure echoes through the empty room. Hot breath blows the black and gray feather away and tumbling toward the shallow stream that is a good three strides away. A gauged ear ticks backward, rubbing against a small groove that has begun to form in it's fellow antler as it settles back. "What the fuck?" my words were supposed to be muttered to only myself, but the near dead-silence in this deep cave allows them to bounce off of rock walls and absorb into the bright trees. I lift my antlered skull back into the air, the colorless hair hanging along my thin neck taking on a blue sheen.
This patrol is a waste of my time, but having just been scolded by those fucking morons at the meeting has only reminded me of my rank here in Helovia; I'm no longer the bloody warrior-princess that had been able to dominate any herd I had come across. That is no longer me, as much as I wish it could be. Lost in thought, I stare vacantly across the room, my eyes settled on the feather that has stopped once more, hanging on a tuft of moss. 'Why can't I be that woman again?' What is stopping me? Nothing! Who could stop me?! A girly giggle erupts into the room, wild eyes flashing up to a still tree in the distance.
"talk talk talk" Note: Patrol thread, anyone is welcome to stumble in. The smells and feather she found are from the companion drop!
Is it sick of me
to need control of you?
Credits: code by Tamme | Image by Sarah | Stock Credits in the Link
♋
Let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for
I had plans to become a frequent visitor of these lands ever since I had discovered them, finding comfort in the darkness and the musky smells. This was the closest thing that could possibly make me feel at home, reminding me of the land I ruled over. The lands in which I was the dangerous viper that roamed the tunnels underground, waiting to strike on any poor, pathetic being that grew too curious. The caves were where I felt in my element, you could say, alert to any new sounds and and smells long before the sense of sight could pick up on. My favorite cave in particular was the large cavern with the roaring waterfall. There was something about being able to watch lights reflecting on the walls that brought a sense of calmness that I found to be the closest thing to meditation as I could get. Whoever would have thought I would need moments like this?
Looking back on it though, it only made perfect sense. In the Srotigus Pit, the massive set of underground tunnels and cavernous rooms, my quarters were similar in that they held meditative qualities. After all, my personal quarters consisted of the second largest "room" in the sets of caves, with an opening like a window to the outside world. Somewhere above that cave, more than likely uphill, there must have been a river or lake or something similar. I could remember hearing the water trickling down the rocks, dripping off of stalactites and splashing onto the rock below. Granted, that was completely different from these caves...But, there was a sense of familiarity there nonetheless.
Despite all of this comparison, I was actually lingering inside of the room that was illuminated by strange glowing trees and mushrooms. Far into the back of the room, I stood quietly with my weight adjusted so one of my legs was resting on the tip of my hoof. Don't ask me why exactly I had decided to haunt this room, standing stock still save for the movement of my barrel as I breathed. I was just barely in the darkest shadows of the room, pressed against a wall and hidden by some of the trees by anyone that may have walked by. To the world, I was nothing more than a shadow. After standing so quietly for so long, I was just about to drift off to sleep...
But the sudden echo of another's voice jostled me from my light doze, auds flicking forward to listen while my nares flared to take in the feminine scent of another amongst the filthy odors that lingered from prior events of who knows what. My gaze darted towards the tree that blocked my view, waiting for the owner of the voice to reveal themselves any second. But instead, a curious giggle came out of nowhere, similar to how Beloved was when I first met her, though not nearly as...Well, I guess for lack of a better word, creepy. Anyways, it was this additional giggle that urged me to move from my shadow, slowly weaving my way around the tender tree and revealing myself in the blue glow.
Dark eyes settled on the vixen before me, studying her lovely frame and taking note of the horns perched above her ears. A fellow unicorn, though I had no recognition of her, nor did she carry any scent of the Aurora Basin. If this giggly, swearing mare was not a Basiner, then, who was she? "Having fun?" My voice broke the silence, echoing eerily off of the walls in a tone that could send a chill down the largest stallion's spine.
Please tag Panzram in first posts only. Violence and magic can be used on him, just please do not kill or permanently injure/maim.
As I babble in my head, I can't help but feel eyes on me. Once more I can feel my spine tingle and hair begin to raise; dark ears pin against starch hair. "Having fun?" a deep, menacing voice questions to my left. How fucking big is this shit hole?! My heart nearly leaps into my throat when I find him, the sight of the stallion who I can barely see in the dull cyan light bringing a distorted image of a wraith into my mind. My nerves want to spasm and tell me to turn and run, but I freeze, wide eyes locked on the not-so-decaying face of this stranger. A thick blade runs down the length of his face, dull eyes watching back from the dark. I want to curl my top lip and snarl at the man like a wild dog, but my face doesn't like to do that, so instead I continue to stare.
What is he doing down here? Something suspicious, I assume. What the fuck else do you do underground? I hold my antlered head high, my legs stiff, planted in the moss. How many sane people do you know that hang out below the ground voluntarily? The lighting makes it difficult for me to make out the rest of the stranger's body, but from what I can see he is coated in white along his shoulders and his face has taken on a sickly green color thanks to the mushrooms and trees. On gaurd, my left ear cocks forward while my eyes squint against the ongoing darkness - the decorations below my eye curving with my skin.
"What are you doing down here?" I finally ask, raspy voice hot in this dank room. The man is much bigger than I am, but that's without question, most men around these parts seem to be.. Except for Midas. Fucking golden pony boy. Not even allowing the brute enough time to answer, I clench my jaws tight, irritated with his inability to answer me right away. "Who else is with you?" My tail whips behind me, lashing my left heel with a slight snapping sound. Curious, I sniff at the air again - ears still tied back in thin hair - but all I can register that the man smells like is the outdoors; cold, snowy air and evergreens. Perhaps he's doing the same thing as I am and not being a creep?
Doubtful.
"talk talk talk"
Is it sick of me
to need control of you?
Credits: code by Tamme | Image by Sarah | Stock Credits in the Link
♋
Let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for