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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 dance floor is a large, open space, around 20 by 20 yards. To the left side of the cleared area, a small band is gathered, playing decent music to dance to, and they eagerly welcome guests to join in.
Illuminated around its border by glowing mushrooms dangling from pine branches erected into the ground, the earth is hard packed, and has obviously been used for this purpose before. Surrounding the entire area is thick, mountain grass, providing a good resting place for those who've wearied themselves dancing or perusing the sights. Making their way to and from the floor are various couples and dancers, all utilizing various styles of dance; some skilled, some ludicrous, but all in the name of fun.
Food and drink waits nearby on a large, flat stone, which seems to be tended by no one in particular, but is also well stocked, and borderline overflowing. Adults seem to be minding the thing, regardless, as some of the offered items there are likely unsafe for young bodies to ingest…
Occasionally, a couple can be spied slipping out into the romantic seclusion of the surrounding valley, perhaps under the throws of those more exotic food items for offer.
[ Please wait for the band (Rhodoc, Nimue, Rikyn, and Duir) to gather before guests begin posting. If you have a song you would like to sing, simply write your character taking the stage from Rhodoc or Rikyn, or jumping in with their instrument! Otherwise, show off your moves or rub up on your special someone, Helovia ~ ]
While I made sure all the attractions were ready, Duir made sure his log and stick were prepped. He’d brought an extra two drumming sticks with him, and had (somewhere) discovered two other hollowed logs of various sizes. Propping one up against a knot of wood, his largest makes a deep thrum, while the medium raps and taps with a more somber, moderate pitch. The upright, narrow log has a sharp staccato ring, and seems to be his favorite.
He’d been practicing, of course, eager for his night to shine, and play with Nimue, for the rest of the herd. Born and raised in the wild, with only me for company, the mostly solitary creature has grown very fond of watching the others who live here. Cultivating a sense of trust with their constant presence and peacefulness towards us so far, the buck is eager to share this sense of community that has begun to grow within him. I, however, am less so.
Even when the events begin, and the rest of the musical group arrives, the sound of their playing (and Duir’s much improved drumming) won’t lure me that direction until it’s absolutely necessary. I, both fortunately, because I don’t want to sing, and unfortunately, because I don’t want to talk to everyone, either, I still have to meet and greet.
Today's the day of the festival or whatever, and while I'm fully intent on entertaining the shit out of people, I'm also here for the refreshments. It is a party, after all, and I don't do parties sober. And for those of you who think that I should be keeping a level head on my shoulders since I'm part of the band, I'd like to kindly say fuck you because I've already been to the refreshments station twice.
After a less than appropriate amount of drinking, I easily pick out Duir from the other side of the clearing and begin to stroll on over. There's a warm, blissful expression slathered across my face when I notice the Lord's deer already has the drums set up and ready to go. "Evening, Duir-baby," I tip my crown towards him and take my place among the wooden instruments. "I hope you've been practicing." I send him a playful wink, but gods I hope he has, because last time his drumming sounded absolutely wretched (no offense) and we need a decent percussionist if we want this to work out.
I linger around the band area while the others are arriving, grinning and doing my rigorous vocal warm-ups just loud enough so that any passersby will be impressed. I try my best to remember the words to Rikyn's songs, but considering my current state and my lack of focus, it'll be an interesting gamble. Either way, I'm gonna kill it.
Duir greets Rhodoc with a cheerful bleat and nod to affirm that he had indeed practiced, accidentally dropping his drumming stick in the process, and causing a most peculiar and vigorous rappatappatappa to perforate the currently played song as it bounds from one end to the other across the face of his original log. Obviously amused with the sound, the young buck is about to repeat the process when I stride over, and quickly picks back up the proper beat, while avoiding eye contact with me.
Practice later, I mentally remark regardless, joining Rhodoc in his warbling warm ups, my full tenor joins his in the lilting rise and fall of chords. Quietly, so as not to override the singing of whale and dragon, and Duir’s rhythmic rapping, tapping, and thrumming, I look over at him, and ask:
"Which should we open with? Mountain, maybe?" I smirk, "if you, I say you take primary vocal for it. You sounded pretty good the other day."
By the time Rikyn strolls on over to join me, I'm more than ready. My vocal chords are stretched to perfection and the prior-consumed fermented apples are giving me an impatience I can't deny. It's something I can't help, sober or not: I want to be in the spotlight. And although I'm going to be sharing the stage with a few others, it's no secret that the vocalists get all the babes.
Rikyn's saying something now, so I flick my ears at him and lean in, listening to his suggestion with a partially-drunken smirk. "I don't think you've ever had a better idea," I wink at the lord before facing center stage again, vocals rising up and down in my throat again as I prepare for the selected melody. The mountain song Rikyn taught us is my favorite by far, and opening with it will surely get everyone's attention.
I glance around at the others to see if they're ready, but I mostly look at Duir. As long as there is no drum solo, there's no way he can fuck this up. The whale's beautiful singing can probably compensate for whatever mistakes Duir makes, but for now I have faith in the deer."We're starting with Aurora Basin Mountains, so tune your voices and your--" I look sideways at Duir's wooden instruments. "-- whatevers accordingly."
Because I know Rikyn's a busy dude (and because he's not as itching to belt out lyrics), I go ahead and start things up. Between the whale, Duir, and the rest of the band's playing, we'll be just fine.
"One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobbit hiking,
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning;
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Inside a ring of mountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Aurora Basin Mountains..."
05-25-2017, 08:43 AM (This post was last modified: 05-25-2017, 08:44 AM by Rikyn.)
R I K Y N & D U I R
Duir, looking at this log drum, and wondering how exactly one tuned it, almost misses the initial beat; quickly picking it up, however, he quickly loses his sheepish smile at nearly failing to do his one job, and soon is lost in the beat. I myself listen to Rhodoc’s singing, awaiting the second verse – as we’d practiced the other afternoon. Wondering if any others know the song, at least the ending line would become easy to expect, even for first time listeners, allowing them to occasionally sing along.
Regardless, it has a nice, high beat, and surely everyone will enjoy opening the evening with a good dance number, to get their blood moving. It seemed like the most popular thing thus far had been the fermented apples, and I’m sure Rhodoc would like to change that as much as I would.
Quietly clearing my throat as my lines approach, I sonorously belt out:
"In the Aurora Basin Mountains,
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
Where the nice caves all are empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
And the Sentinels see
The boiling Hot Springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Aurora Basin Mountains…"
[ OOC: The dance floor is officially open! Felix and I will continue alternating posts for the rest of the lyrics and, gasp, MORE SONGS. ;D ]
Stories told, tails pinned, rings thrown, and tracks run, I make my way with desirous steps towards the refreshments table. Glad to see that the apples have not all been devoured, I chew my way through the first two quickly, and slowly move away from the table still mulling on my third. Having promised myself that I wouldn’t eat too many, and also that I wouldn’t touch the table until most of the evening had wended away, and I could afford to be little more lax.
Feeling the swimming sensation rise to the back of my brain pretty quickly, having only had apples once, with Furen, now several years ago, the world takes on a pretty, fae shimmer. The blue lights cast down from the bough-made lamp posts illuminates everything near them with a soft aura, while the fires crackle happily in their interspersed distances, red embers dancing up into the night, before flickering out, becoming black shadows, which drift back down with floating ease. The music thrums in the midst of this world, individuals moving here, or there, but as I move towards the dance floor, all of these things seem to coalesce, revealing Sikeax.
Illuminated in the glow of the lights, she appears from the parting crowd, which divides, as if to reveal her through fate. Picking up my pace, glad she’s still here, after all, I seize the opportunity, and stride closer to her.
"Hey, Sia," I say as I approach, reaching out with my muzzle for hers, "we always seem to meet here, at these things."
The first time, we had sang songs together. This time, my intentions are certainly a bit less tender than those of a yearling, and my eyes older, more capable of noticing just how beautiful she is.
[ OOC: This is much later in the evening from Rikyn and Rhodoc's current song :P this table denotes Sikeax interactions where the black one is the Aurora Basin Mountains lyrics for the sake of sanity in the midst of liquid time lol ~ ]
It only took a few moments into the first song with lyrics for Maude to decide that she would dance for a while; singing could come later, when she hadn’t the energy to move!
Leaping into the emptied area, the hard stamped dirt thrumming beneath her hooves as she lands, her nose bobs in time with the music, and her forelegs lift up and down in alternating rhythm. All about her lithe body her cloak swirls and ripples, her braided hair floating up momentarily before slapping down over her shoulder, and across her traipsing hocks; first with her abrupt entrance into the floor, and then when her bobbing steps becoming whirls and forward prances, and sidelong head tosses followed in graceful time by her fore, and then her scampering hind.
By the second verse she’s guess the songs pattern, and though she doesn’t know all the words, she joins in on the parts she can guess before the two stallions start to sing it – but a line, every now and again, but with gusto, she belts as she dances: “In the Aurora Basin mountains!”
Should any come to join her, the pivots and swirls of the maiden’s steps will encompass them, too, her soft muzzle occasionally reaching out with giggles and happy eyes that strive to meet their counterparts, but, otherwise, she is perfectly content to dance alone, to someone else’s songs, for once.
[ OOC: tags everyone who said they were interested for das boogie ;D ]
06-13-2017, 04:02 AM (This post was last modified: 06-13-2017, 04:04 AM by Kiri.)
Kiri had heard around that a festival was happening in the Aurora Basin. It has been so long since the last time that she had participated in a festival. This also gives her the opportunity to spend some time in a social gathering again and to meet some new faces. She has a long history with her family and in her culture with dance, song, and chants. She always felt like she was closer to the earth when she danced in rhythm to the music. Like it connected her to the spirit of the land. She freshened up on the way to where she knew the dance floor would be. The music was not extremely loud but she could feel it in the soil and sense it in the leaves around her. The lights were strewn in the trees like fireflies that bounced and swayed gently in the breeze to the beats of the drums and the thrumming of hooves on the ground to the tune of song.
Kiri saw a couple horses out on the floor but the one who seemed to be enjoying themselves the most is a striking roan female. Her skin looked like white gold with legs that had been dipped in honey. Pearls seemed to be strewn on her horns on a strong of spider’s silk, and the most elegant tree peaked out from what appeared to be her ankle. Kiri couldn’t wait a moment longer and decided she would like to dance near the shining golden girl. Kiri took the long way around the floor so she would not be rude to other quests. Kiri has a joyous smile across her face. So much that her teeth were showing. I hope you don’t mind me joining. She looked over at the singers and couldn’t help but think of how nice their voices are. They were on key. Kiri liked to hear about Aurora Basin. She faced back to the golden girl and began to step back and forward and shifting her weight from side to side in passage movements. Her curved Andalusian/mustang features fitting this moment well. Hello I am Kiri. I am currently an Outcast but I hope to be joining Worlds Edge soon. I am very new here though. May I ask your name? and you dance very well.