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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.
The sun bore down on her. It was a welcome change to what the recent cooler climates. With her golden dragon hide adorned she walked. Now she was truly and completely alone. One by one over the past year her guards had slipped away. Some falling in love, others new jobs, and a couple even went to her cousin’s side. There was nothing she could do to bind them to her side. She had no gold, no jewels, no crown. None of them truly mattered anyway. There had only ever been one person who mattered. That person was gone now. All she was now was a bastard lost in the midst of nowhere. Gently she pulled the hide from her shoulders as she spotted a stream. Dirt and sweat caked her skin, it’d do her some good to wash the filth away.
Would he love her despite the new scars that covered part of her hide? Eurybe could remember tracing her nose over his scars in the dark. Perhaps he would find the same beauty in hers as she did in his. But would he love what she was now? A year had passed and nothing was the same. Part of her wondered if she even still loved him. The man with those deep emerald eyes that pierced through her masks and guarded heart. Most individuals were boring but something about him had been interesting. Those emerald eyes had hypnotized her upon first sight. Long ago she had convinced herself that those eyes were no filled with the fog of death. That the man that had crawled into her heart was gone. It was that thought that made her pine for vengeance. It was that vengeance that often made pressing onward worth it. But now she was tired. Eurybe had lost her home and there was no way she could regain it.
So, she stepped from the water and shook herself out before pulling on her dragon hide. Once she had been the golden empress. Once she had been someone. Titles and lands were swiftly losing the appeal. All she longed for now was the vastness of the dunes and the burning heat of the sun.
"talk talk talk"
megaera</style> temper our souls with flame and furnace
bear us toward a noble purpose</style>
North again. The desert warrior might have grumbled about that particular duty if she hadn’t been in such a good mood. Scouting was a necessity and in ranks of the Dragon Army and she was the most well-suited for the long-distance task. Still, when she passed over the waters that separated her island from the rest of Helovia, there was always a fear that stirred in the back of her mind. If something were to happen while she was gone, some attack or disaster, she would be caught ignorant and powerless to stop it. That she might one day return to find her home in ruins was a real fear that Megaera had to fight whenever she was away. Today though, she had a welcome distraction.
Little Gwaihir clung to the patch of feathers between the mare’s wings as she sailed them easily through one of their first flights together. The chick was far too young to fly on his own; half the size of her head and still and awkward mess of white downy feathers and stubby-looking wings. He loved to fly though, just as much as Meg did, and she felt his excitement through their bond as easily as she herd it in his delighted little chirrupy noises he made. It was easy when they sailed the sky like this, the presence of her newest little ally gave Meg an emotional tether, that precious little reminder that she was not alone and never would be again.
A flash of gold amongst the trees below caught the scout’s sharp eye, the color and the size together warranting further investigation. A shift of wings and the mare and her companion were slicing between the branches of the canopy, carefully picking their war down to the floor of the Threshold. As she maneuvered their descent, Meg took a careful survey of the scene, catching sight of the mare as she was pulling the golden hide over herself. They landed downstream of the cloaked mare, and meg, assured that there was could be no immediate danger from only one stranger, first glanced back to check that Gwaihir had come though the tricky maneuvering alright. He was indeed a bit flummoxed by the tricky landing, but a quick nuzzle from the soft (if scarred) maw of his mother/friend was enough to reassure him.
When she was sure that the chick was secure, Meg turned to make her jaunty way over to the stranger, stopping still at a respectful distance. “Hello there,” her nod of greeting in amiable enough, but all the while, here sharp eyes move, trying the take in everything about the mare’s appearance. Definitely the most spectacular part is the cloak she wore, formed and shaped in a dragon’s likeness, and looking to be of dragon hide, but the only dragon’s Meg had ever seen were far too small to make such a thing. What she could see of the mare, all black and gold and grey, still held the marks of the traveler, even with the dust of the road recently washed away. Be nice, be nice, be nice! You’re recruiting not picking fights!! and sent the newcomer a smile. “You seem a newcomer to these lands if I’m not wrong. Are you in need of any assistance?” The mare question was punctuated by an impetuous little squawk as the chick peered his curious head around the bay mare’s neck. Baby eagles were not known for their tact.
Notes: -continues to get carried away with baby Gwahir- ”Talk talk talk”
Eurybe knew she should’ve been suspicious of the strange mare. She should’ve slipped away like she had habit of. First thing she noted was the other mare’s wings. It wasn’t the first time that she had encountered a Pegasus. Every now and then the winged ones would pass through the Empire. Many of them had stories of lands beyond of flight and splendor. The she-wolf had always enjoyed their company on the rare passing. There was something so marvelous at the thought of flight.
“Hello,” she answered back to the mare. Her tone wasn’t unfriendly, but it certainly wasn’t warm. Once upon a time Eurybe would’ve played the lady with a silver tongue, but she had been given a certain edge. There was something that burned in her eyes. A fire that warned the stranger to try anything. She thrust her head back and she felt the hood of her hide fall onto her shoulders, exposing her face and neck. At the mare’s mention of help she stared at her skeptically. But the chirp shifted her mind away from the paranoia. She focused in on the tiny bird that rest upon the mare’s shoulder. “Why bother helping me?” Both of her eyes narrowed and she stepped toward the mare with one ear pressed against her skull. “Do I look wounded or unable to care for myself?”
Her question hung in the air and Eurybe simply stared at the mare. “Don’t give me lies such as you simply wish to. I’m no fool. Everything comes at a price.”
02-24-2015, 02:38 AM (This post was last modified: 02-24-2015, 02:41 AM by Megaera.)
megaera</style> temper our souls with flame and furnace
bear us toward a noble purpose</style>
At her little sidekick’s interjection, Meg turned to give the chick a soft nudge. “Hush, now, don’t be rude.” she murmured, more gentle with the bird than she was with any other creature. Pleased however, to have the attention of his bonded, the eaglet was content to nestle into her makeshift nest of her feathers. The mare turned her attention back the newcomer who spoke as if she wasn’t all that keen of making friends.
The warrior’s ears twitched back slightly, eyes narrowing, affronted at the mare’s response. Her tempar ran hot and was easily stoked, but practice was aiding her in reining it in. A lone horse had to be suspicious in order to survive on their own, she herself had been even worse when Gaucho had found her here. Be niceshe reminded herself. “I meant no offense. I am sure you are just fine on you own, but I was offered help when I first came to Helovia, and thought I might pass that on.” She paused for a moment, considering the mare’s cynical response. She sure seemed the type to pass out orders, didn’t she... Meg decided her poor attempts at diplomacy would do her no good here.
She shifted her stance, her expression, till she stood with one back leg cocked and a proud carriage to her head. Confident and relaxed, Not aggressive, but still a challenge. “I am Megaera, warrior for the Dragon’s Throat. We make our home to the south and are always willing to welcome those who find themselves in need. We can offer shelter and those that take it must keep our peace and pull their weight in whatever fashion they are best suited for. If you would forge on into Helovia on your own, that is your prerogative, but I’ll say now that this land is at a hard-fought peace and any who threaten that would be wiser to stop themselves at this pass.” Well, there was her spiel. The mare could either take it or leave it and Meg could say she'd been honest at the very least.
Eurybe only rolled her eyes at the mare’s coment. Whether she meant offense or not it mattered little. The she-wolf was no incapable or weak. Once she had sat upon a golden throne with every man writhing in envy at her position. There would be no admittance to her weakness. Not even if she fell far from grace. A throne wasn’t worth the hatred and malice so many had thrown her way.
The mare continued onward speaking of the a herd. A place known as the Dragon’s Throat and at the mention of the deep south both ears perked forward. She missed the heat of the sun. She missed towers of sand. “I wish to see it.” There was an underlying command in her tone. A sure sign of her descent. Eurybe was an empress even if the finer edges had been sharpened by the wild around her. Loss had turned her porcelain skin to iron. “Take me to this Dragon’s Throat. I am tired of a life of wandering and am ready to have a place to rest. I also am more than capable of carrying my own weight.” She was no warrior but she could use other ways. Surely they had room for those with a silver tongue or more subtle arts. The she-wolf began to walk and didn’t bother to see whether the mare was following. One way or another she would find the way to this Throat, even if it meant wandering on her own.
Eurybe silently prayed that maybe, just maybe her Thief would come walking through this same place.