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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.
04-11-2015, 04:28 PM (This post was last modified: 04-11-2015, 04:28 PM by Carnassial.)
Carnassial
“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth
With purpose the orange-painted stallion moved through the trees, long limbs carrying him with a poise one expects of confidence and nobility. For that was what he was; old-blooded and royal-born, a prince who willingly put himself into exile. His intent, at the beginning, had been to merely avoid being a possible threat(as little as it was) to the current queen's monarchy. Eventually he heard word of one of his kin, a small mare with wings behind the ears.
His cousin too, had left their land, and her trail led him here, where it had gone cold.
Now he faced a choice; to continue searching for the only kin he knew of outside his birthplace, or to find purpose elsewhere. He mulled over his options as he paused to graze, cream-hued lips cropping the grass. Almost every movement was measured, efficient, no unnecessary energy spent. He did not swat at the flies until they became too much to tolerate, did not move from his spot until all the edible grass was gone.
Once he ate his fill he raised his head, ears pricked as he looked around his surroundings. It was quiet, peaceful, not a sentient soul to be found. Birds trilled in the misty morning air, crickets buzzed from the bushes, determined to finish their mating cycle before the warmth went away. His golden gaze lifted to the trees as a bird returned to it's nest of older fledglings, and one by one the mother bird shoved the chicks out of the nest, and his lips curled as the fledglings fluttered around, setting up a ruckus in indignation.
Long tail twitched, the long hairs at the end smacking away the flies from his haunches. They draw his attention away from the birds, back to the land around him. Back to the choice he faced.
He cocked a foot and relaxed, rumbling to himself as he retreated into his thoughts to consider his path.
“And if another of his kind comes knocking on your door, will you open it?"
A smile licks my lips when I begin approaching the Threshold. My arrival is fresh in my mind. It was a good change from the neglect I had been living in the years prior. So far my stay in Helovia has been good, I have found nothing to complain over. Though maybe a few things but I manage to put them in the back of my mind. Nothing to kill over. I am sure something kill-worthy will come my way someday. I wouldn't say I enjoy a foul mood but I am looking forward to the day. But really when I think about it … why is reason needed? Why not just have some fun.
I manage to push my thoughts to the back of my mind when I get further into the welcoming land. I am not completely incapable when it comes to socializing, I know when to behave and no words accidentally slip from my mouth. Whatever word comes out of this mouth is on purpose. And I am pretty sure considering a killing spree would not be a very welcoming subject. Though I wouldn't mind having like minded souls around me … perhaps throwing the word out to test the waters would be nice. Nah, I guess I should make myself purposeful to the herd and not push possible recruits away.
Time is completely forgotten when a interesting sight reaches my eyes. I am unsure how long I have been roaming the land before my icy eyes land on a stallion, quite the specimen. The bright orange tones is what first caught my eyes. After further inspection I can see the dark stripes meet the orange. Majority of the stallion's body is white though, or lightish tone. When I notice the long horn he sports I decide to make my way over. It would have been a shame if he did not carry a horn, I would be quite sad to miss the opportunity to speak to the brute.
“Hello there!” I said in a cheerful voice before I came to a halt near the stallion. “You don't see a coat like that everyday” I praised "and I am sure this wouldn't be the first time you hear these words" I added. My eyes took in the stallion's appearance now that I was closer. His bright colours were quite the contrast to my dark coloured and the light coloured mane of mine. I believe my appearance was a bit more saturated, though my eyes were piercing blue. I believe what often brought attention to myself though was the skull I proudly carried on my head.
“My name is Waprevah and I come from Aurora Basin in the North, Welcome to Helovia …?” I wait for the stallion to fill in the blank. I do believe my voice hinted as much, though if it didn't I hope he has the decency to introduce himself, seeing as I presented my own name. It would only be polite but he can do whatever he wants.
“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth
As deep in thought as the stud was, he did not miss the approach of another, no, in fact his thoughts turned towards the newcomer, and at the first words she spoke Carnassial turned his head, vivid tiger-eyes focusing on a strange mare. She had the skull of a goat upon her head, yet the horns were her own. Coming from the blood he did, he was not surprised to see other types of unicorn horns, so his gaze did not linger there. He inspected her as she talked, one ear pricked towards her, half-listening to what she was driveling on about.
He was not unusual, and if this mare thought him so then perhaps a visit to his homeland would quickly cure her of her wonder. He hears her name and catalogs it, his gaze pulling away from the examination of her body back towards her eyes, meeting her gaze with his own. She obviously desires his name, and the man's pale lips twitch slightly. Names, always names. His name would have no meaning here other than what he did from this moment forth to make a name for himself, rather than his name having credit due to his lineage and not his own successes.
It was amazing.
"Sial will do. It is my pleasure to meet you Waprevah." His voice rumbles out, purring over the 'r' sounds. He was quiet for a few moments further, watching her before once more he spoke. "This land...is Helovia? And you are from the North, Aurora Basin, still in Helovia correct?" The prospect of 'north' already appealed to the tiger-stallion. His ancestry may hint at the desert sands, but his heart would forever be for ice and stone, wind and snow.
“And if another of his kind comes knocking on your door, will you open it?"
My eyes continue to stroll over the incredible appearance of the stallion. The amazement did not reflect on my facial expression though, I was carrying a soft smile I always wore upon first greetings. When I hear the stallion's voice, introducing himself as Sial along with other words I get the feeling he is rather stoic and formal. I dip my head slightly as his tongue finishes the last letters of my name. “It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Sial,” I reply, my words edging on a tone of formality.
“Indeed,” I answered. My blue eyes remain glued on him, drinking in every single movement since every single on of them is important. I catch nothing interesting though and before the silence drags out for too long my lips part once again and the words flow softly and carefully through my mouth.
“The Basin is quite a magnificent place to be, the mountains are tall and the nights are pleasing to the eye, safety is also not hard to come by,“ I know he did not ask about the land per say but that doesn't mean I can't try to sell it to him. My blond tail sways slightly from right to left, prepared to scare away any flies that decide to rest on my hide, though I do not expect a lot of them this time of the year. Those fuckers should start dying soon.. “If it interests you ...” I continue, my tone carrying slightly caution in it. “I could bring you there for you to see with your own eyes, and perhaps you will find it in yourself to stay,” I propose, my words have been sugar-coated in a hopeful tone which I wish he catches on. My freezing eyes continue to watch him as I wait for his response.
04-18-2015, 10:31 AM (This post was last modified: 04-18-2015, 10:32 AM by Maren.)
Maren
. . . so i go growing roses in the disarray.
Sunlight splashed on the forest's surface as there were already slightly less leaves to create shadows as Orangemoon had chased away Tallsun. It meant she was her for over a half year now. Time just goes so quickly these days, she sighted, as she reflected upon her aging-self. She sighed, slightly depressed, at the sky above her, for she lay belly-up in a soft bed of mosses. She was just thinking. Thinking while her front hooves dangled above her body and while her eyes were squeezing themselves into slits against the sun. For, sometimes, she wondered about home, about the people she had left behind in her arrogance to figure out how the world worked - And her need to get away from the place. She wondered about the Land of the Cherry Oak, and she wondered about Deneb. Who had died, who was still alive? For some she rarely worried, for some she never did. But there was no way of knowing - and the reality was that she did not needed to know, which made her happy and at ease. For she had what was most important to her, and was with her always: Faith.
Yawning, she decided she had to get up. So, after successfully getting her body straight and ready again, the tigermare stretched her sore muscles and got herself moving slowly and peacefully. Time to go home.
She had barely started walking or voices had found their way around the trees and bushes, into her ears. She could not make up what they were saying, for she stood too much with the wind in her back to make out words. But she saw them, with wide open eyes, in the far, through the silhouettes of branches and bushes: Two of them. One creature had her behind turned to Maren. She did not stand out that much. Maren's eyes were more glancing at the other one - surprised, as she bit her tongue. Because you, Sir, seem familiar. Not really sure if she was doing something she was going to regret later today, she walked towards the pair. The tigermare halter her pace with a bit of a space still left between them, kindly ignoring the mare she didn't know. For she had recognized the Sir. as a ghost from the past. For he stood out, this tiger-striped stallion with the horn of a foreigner to their birthplace. Just like her wings did, it marked the fact that they were both half-bloods.
Well this is ironic, she mused in thought. If anyone, she had expected her brother, Gha'Tor, to come waltzing in to remind her of the past. But instead of her beloved, it was someone else. Someone who had, even in all those years, rarely swam the sweet waters of her mind: Her cousin, Carnassial. She had remembered him as arrogant and stubborn. But then again; Haven't we all been? They had been so young, silly and stupid back then, idiots and fools. Ah, but there was just too much time between then and now for her to tell who he had become. He was no colt any longer. How many years it had been? She didn't even remember.
Not really sure what to say, Maren stared at him for a slightly awkward moment while a frown crowned her always oh so silent eyes. She had never really been a hugger, anyway. "Hi", she told him flatly. Then she bit her lip. She had really - Really no fucking clue how to talk to him anymore. "So... Where are you going?" She asked, casually. The tigermare’s alabaster head turned to the skulled mare, not entirely subtle, and then back at her cousin: Blinking, silently questioning him, as her eyebrows slowly raised higher and higher from their frown under silent, burgundy shaded eyes.