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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.
Resplendence it's what you feel but can't articulate outloud
There had been a change in her demeanor that much was apparent. She seemed to hold herself a little bit higher. Steps were more graceful. Life wasn’t nearly as daunting as it had been, and she was even glowing far more often. Since she had allowed herself to step away from Quilyan – to tell herself that she was strong enough to deal without him – she had begun to finally understand who it was she needed to be.
She tried very hard to be certain of herself, to not let her insecurities force her back into the timid creature she had been. Still, she was always humble, always sweet, always far more withdrawn. Just… not nearly as reliant upon others. Golden orbs had lingered across toward her garden until Valiance headed back toward her. The healers hut had been making great strides toward completion as of late, and she couldn’t be more proud to know that it was there.
Yet, something was still calling for her to not just linger around the hut. So, for today she took to moving around near the middle of the herd. An area surrounded by the pooling lakes of the waterfalls and the little coves of trees which were scattered across the open lands. It was peaceful, the roar of waterfalls just far enough off to be almost unnoticeable (at least when one was so accustomed to them raging in one’s ear).
Valiance scoped out the area, looking to see who might be around as a warning for Resplendence. Though, mainly, the pair were content to just easily make their way over toward some water and watch as it coursed by toward its destination.
02-04-2016, 01:20 PM (This post was last modified: 02-04-2016, 01:26 PM by Knox.)
The hunter takes on the thief's figure, finding it easier and nimbler than his own. Knox's latest acquisition rests comfortably on Zekiah's frame, outfitting the smoky-black handsomely with storage he has no need for.
But Knox, he thinks to the descendant with a wild grin, how debonair we look!
The hunter shakes his head to no one, snorting and turning quickly to accommodate for his blind side as he searches the woods. This time he needs not wander aimlessly, for he knows his target well, if only by reputation. Both his mate and son had met her at some point; the mare, Resplendence, is not one to be underestimated in her influence. Little talks, here and there, with the woods and its residents reveal her talents, her skill in the art of healing.
There are some wounds she, even with her earthen power, cannot mend. The hunter is one such tragedy, once such festering streak of blood on flesh. But in Zekiah's form, scarred and with one eye gone but undeniably neat with his mane and tail cropped, Knox appears to have more composure. Zekiah, at least, takes care of his looks. Zekiah is the class that Knox has abandoned, the self esteem that overflows and drowns another.
It is not long before they find her, all pink and white among woods of green and blue. She and her circling companion (the mere word sending a chilling pain through Knox's own heart) seem to be just as described. Beautiful, though, in a way that Knox does not care to address.
"Resplendence?" Knox calls out in the thief's bright and jittery voice, hoping this errand won't take up too much of his brooding time, "Forgive me if I'm mistaken... but I've been told the mare I seek looks much like yourself, at least as far as I can see," he adds. He approaches from behind, his head tilted for a moment to reveal his blindness. With Knox's new magic it is a willing crutch, an unnecessary handicap. But let it serve to cloak his identity further, he has no desire to reveal himself to some stranger, regardless of her prowess.
Resplendence it's what you feel but can't articulate outloud
Valiance noticed the stranger before Resplendence did. An explanation of the smokey creature filled her head as she easily turned her frame to meet him. Her tail pooled around her, the maroon glitter glimmering with its light pink glow, making her look almost iridescent in the small amount of light that was filtering through the trees.
At some point, she had taken her hoof and smashed open the ice in an attempt to garner a drink of the chilly liquid. But, the task had been abandoned upon his arrival and the sound of her name. Her head tilts delicately to the side and she offers a gentle nod while a smile carefully turns up the corners of her cheeks. He apologizes, as if she would have a twin of sorts lingering in the Falls. A lilting laugh swings into the air just before she allows her voice to emerge. ”Aye, you’ve found her. However, if I have a twin I don’t know of then someone will have to inform me.” He tilted his head as he spoke – showing the scar across where his right eye should have been – and she takes in the scars upon his limbs which almost look like he had been shredded by a carnivore.
The rest of her frame turns, to meet him head on and Valiance takes his position upon her withers. ”How may I be of service?” Did he perhaps require herbs for arthritis on those joints? Or was there a fresher wound against his clean cut frame that she had yet to notice? Either way, she would help as much as she could – and with a honeyed niceness that fit everything about her in the process.
Nothing but a snort and a wink is received at first in reply. Her wit is not so well received by Knox, and his ancestor's raucous reply is awkwardly and obviously delayed. It is several moments after the mare his spoken before he lets loose a cackling neigh, tossing back his head and cropped mane as if fades into a whinny.
"Ah, what a clever one!" Zekiah hoots with a debonair grin and a slight rear, snorting and stamping when he lands. "I'll keep my eye on you, lady Resplendence, aye..." the smoky black answers, his own voice matching hers. His white teeth flash and clack as he straightens his neck and extends in an effort to touch his nose to her claybank chest. He is unpredictable and almost cheshire-like in his enthusiasm; who could turn that away?
Knox is long gone, lost somewhere now in Zekiah's overwhelming charm. The nonius pulls his head back and flings it forward, letting the bags slide off of him and land over his nose. When Resplendence asks what he needs of her, his grin somehow widens.
"Ah, it's no service I need of you. I've simply been tasked with giving you these bags. One of our herd's collectors, has, well, rescued them from a life of neglect in the wilds and the Dauntless has commanded they be offered to you," Zekiah explains, before pulling his face quickly out from under the back. He tosses his head up and with it the strap, expertly pulling out and grabbing the leather strip between his teeth before offering it to the healer. Should she accept, they are hers without consequence. Should she turn them down, well... then the damn things will have to be Archibald's problem, won't they?
Knox, after all, is tired of having that extra weight.
Resplendence it's what you feel but can't articulate outloud
Aye, so she’s not very funny. At least, she assumed that was the case until the delayed laughter happened. There is a snort, a stamp and saying that he will keep an eye on her before reaching out to press his nose against her chest. She accepts it, even if Valiance did not accept it nearly as much. He snorts, chirping awkwardly until the stag drops the bags over his nose and lets her know that she is not going to have to offer him any services.
Very agile, she had to admit, as he flipped the bags around to hold them in his mouth. Valiance swooped down at that moment and took them in his claws before heading off toward the healer hut to deposit them by the herb boxes. Oh! They would be just wonderful. Alas, the way that he said ‘collectors’ and ‘rescued’ made her believe otherwise. ”Aye, they were stolen weren’t they?” Did Archibald truly believe that she wouldn’t be willing to accept things that were stolen and that in order to have her accept them the true origin on them would have to be concealed. ”Even so, they will prove to be very useful for the herb gathering missions. The kindness of all of you who got these bags won’t be forgotten. If you need something, do let me know.” She said with a gentle smile and nod resting upon her face as Valiance landed back upon her withers.
Oh, how she loved the family of the Falls. ”Would you like anything before you go, uh…. I don’t believe I caught your name. What might I call you?”
The dragon's interception is skilled and mystical. Zekiah comes from a world with far darker myths than that, but few were so majestic. Most, in fact, were quite hideous in their magic. He watches with one eye and snorts, the sound a happy little exhalation that is barely perceptible beneath the mare's next words.
Oh, well isn't she a riot! The nonius' teeth, a wild and glimmering white, reveal themselves in a sharp grin when she correctly pegs the origins of her gifts. "Aye," he replies with a soft nod. "But with such talent and grace, I assure you, that their original owner shan't miss them in the slightest! The poor things were covered in dust, I'm sure you'll find your dragon's little prints all over them," he says by way of assurance.
She then seems eager to part, and though Knox is in complete agreement that noxious Zekiah has other ideas. He would like to stay behind, to gaze upon her with that one clear eye of his, and listen to her speak in that lilt for the rest of the day. If this were truly his body, he would.
The hunter's voice crawls out from the shadows, and suddenly the words issued forth from Zekiah are accompanied with a stolid expression and a lack of all excitement. "Thank you, I'll be sure to keep your offer in mind," he says for courtesy's sake alone. Knox doubts he will need a healer any time soon.
Without hesitation he turns, feeling out of place in this old body and needing to find solitude so he can shift into himself once more. "Should you need me again, call upon Zekiah," he tosses back gruffly before moving deeper into the shadows.