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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.
Mordecai hated grass. She hated the way it tasted, the way it felt on her tongue, the way it stuck in her teeth and ... just everything about it. She wanted milk but every time she tried to get milk from her mother she was either nipped at, shoved away, or got nothing. Not even a little drop. The girl had also noticed that not having to feed her constantly had lead to her mother focusing on her tasks as Sultana for longer periods of time. Her father had always been busy and was no less so now that she had been weaned. 'Eat grass.' Her mother told her, but there wasn't much grass in the Throat and what grass there was was covered in gritty sand, which made it even more gross.
The girl snorted and pawed at the grass under her cloven hooves. It was an act of defiance against her mother that made her sneak out of the Throat again, and somehow she'd even managed to leave Gwaihir behind. She'd bypassed the heart (because she didn't want to get lost in the caves again) and finally stopped traveling when she made it to the meadow. It had taken her a little more than a day to make it that far because she had stopped for naps and to eat the nasty grass that her mom insisted that she start eating. Gross.
Her stomach rumbled and the girl reluctantly grabbed a mouthful of clover and began stomping her way toward the stream that she had found the night before, thinking that she could wash the grass down with water to hide the taste. She stopped at the edge of the stream, her ears flat against her head as she chewed and chewed and chewed the clover. When she finally swallowed the nasty green mess she nearly dunked her entire head into the stream, anxious to get as much water as she could and wash the taste of clover out of her mouth.
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@[Abraham]
MORDECAI
when the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
mountain cats will come along to drag away your bones
watch the scythe usher me astray A B R A H A M</style>
This is where Abraham was born, lived most of his childhood, made his first kill, and decided how he was going to live in this Thistle Meadow. Sharing it now, with Brienne, was a gift. Memories flashed over their bond, some from Gwyneverre through Abraham to Brienne, and some straight from Abraham to Brienne. The gold glided low over the meadow, eyes wide and brilliant and taking everything in with wonder. Visions of Circe and Archibald and Reginald all standing, waiting for Abraham, flashed behind her lids. Family she breathed, and Gwyneverre let loose a spiral of celebratory fire into the air. Yes, family.
Abraham moved slowly, without much purpose, and watched his dragons dance on the wind. To be out of the Throat, away from the heat and suffocation of so many bodies around him, the young behemoth felt as free as the winds themselves. Relief flooded his system, calming all of his muscles and sending calming waves over his wondrous companions. The air filled with their songs, the gold more eloquent and high, while the white was deep but staccato. Lowering his muzzle towards the earth, Abraham grazed while his dragons explored.
After his belly was full, Abraham lifted his head, and as he did, Gwyneverre sent an image into his mind. Mordecai. The girl with the white tail. From the Throat. Abraham nodded, and lifted his powerful body into a trot towards the location of the girl his white had given him. "Aye, Mordecai!" He called to the young filly in the distance, his dragons circling and swooping before him.
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
The water was like a miracle sent from the gods that washed away the absolutely horrible taste of grass from her mouth. But ... then she was still hungry. Her ears stayed pinned back against her head as she stomped from the water back to the grass. She stood and stared down at it as if staring at it could intimidate it into tasting better, and maybe she thought it would. Her stomach growled and she dipped her head down and began tearing great mouthfuls of it up and eating it as quickly as she could to fill her rumbling belly. As her hunger decreased she became more and more aware of the goings on in the meadow around her. She could hear the familiar sounds of dragons and when she lifted her head to look she thought that she could see the glint of white and gold, but couldn't be positive. "Zasqa zhavorsa?" Her head tilted and she forgot about the godawful taste of grass. Another glint of scales caught her dark eyes and she took a step forward. "Hoshor zhavorsa?" Did they fly together like that out in the wild? Was it wrong of her to assume that they didn't?
They never did get truly close enough for Mordecai to see them, so she was left with only a glimpse. There was someone that had a white and gold dragon, though, but what were their names? There were so many horses in the Throat it was hard to keep track of everyone, but she knew that there was someone with dragons. She'd seen them and had talked to them and the gold one had even sat on her. "Breneee!" She suddenly shouted, bounding forward several steps before stopping when she heard her name.
"Aye, Mordecai!"
The dark girl turned, blinking her equally dark eyes and squinted against the sunlight to see Abraham and his dragons. "Ab-ruh-haaammmm!" She called out quite happily. "Breneee! Genvere!" Then she was running toward him, eager to greet the dragons, and him of course. "Aena shekhikhi!"
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Translation:
Zasqa zhavorsa - white dragon
Hoshor zhavorsa - gold dragon
Aena shekhikhi! - good morning!
@[Abraham]
MORDECAI
when the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
mountain cats will come along to drag away your bones
watch the scythe usher me astray A B R A H A M</style>
Brienne, still but a child, was so excited to see as Mordecai raced towards her with dark eyes glistening with the same excitement. The golden youth trilled her happiness and spiralled towards the youngling. Carefully, the young dragon stopped her motion and dropped onto Mordecai's withers. Brienne looked to Gwyneverre, waiting for approval, but the white elder dropped onto Abraham's crown. Fiery eyes looked to the younger gold curiously, but not disapprovingly, so Brienne stayed on the filly's back.
What does she say? Gwyneverre asked as Abraham closed the distance between him and the filly. I am not sure. He spoke to the white, lifting a curious brow at the filly. "Who taught you to speak like that?" He did not greet her, did not ask why she was so far from the Throat, did not seem concerned about her safety one bit--because he was not. Foals who chose to roam needed to understand that in the wilds, no one had your back. You fended for yourself no matter what. However, in the wilds, you had the perfect opportunity to learn from others. "Can you teach me? I will teach you something, too." He looked down on her with mismatched eyes, and a dark, but oh-so handsome smirk broke his blackened lips.
Gwyneverre lowered herself to lay between Abraham's ears and rest her cheek on his dual horns. Brienne likes her too much. She commented, but Abraham brushed it off. There was no harm in it--she was but a filly, and she was no enemy even as she grew older and stronger.
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
05-18-2015, 11:27 AM (This post was last modified: 05-18-2015, 11:30 AM by Mordecai.)
As the golden dragon flew toward her the girl slowed her approach then stopped completely so the dragon could settle on her withers. She craned her head back to look at the golden and she couldn't hide the happiness that sparkled in her dark eyes or bubbled in her tiny chest that the golden one had chosen to sit on her. That meant she was special, didn't it? Her white tail flicked from side to side and her attention was drawn back to Abraham when he spoke. Who taught her to speak like what? Like she normally did? "Huh?" He had to be referring to how she normally spoke so she finally answered his question with a simple word. "Ave." But she knew that he didn't know so she explained in just as simple a manner. "Father."
"Can you teach me? I will teach you something, too."
Mordecai nodded her head at Abraham's request. She'd tried to teach him a few words before but Hawke had been there and had been carrying on like a giant baby and she hadn't gotten much teaching done. "What you want learn?" She asked in the common tongue that her mother had been struggling to teach her, then she decided the best place to start was with his dragons again and repeat the tiny lesson she'd tried to give him before. "Zhavorsa. Dragon." She stated, peering up at Abraham. "Genvere is zasqa zhavorsa. White Dragon. Breneee is hoshor zhavorsa. Gold dragon."
The girl paused to think back to the last time she'd seen Abraham. "Boy from last time. Toki rakhi .. dumb boy." And she grinned at Abraham because she'd added another word that she hadn't spoken to him before. "Ab-ruh-hamm try now."
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Translation:
all translations are in the post :D
@[Abraham]
MORDECAI
when the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
mountain cats will come along to drag away your bones