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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.
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave can you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain..
As the Tallsun sky brightly burned over Helovia, Gaucho's mind was directed towards his encounter with the burning entity, almost a full year prior. It had been pure chance - or at least, the beast assumed it had - that the God had appeared before him. Thinking only of paying his respects to the shrine of the patron God of the Throat, Gaucho had humbled dropped to his knees, muttering what few words of prayer he knew under his breath - and for some unknown reason, the God had deemed him worthy of an appearance.
Burning in all of His glory, the Sun God had given Gaucho a task - a quest - to preach the name of the God to all who would hear. It was a staggering thing - for such a task to be given to the primitive brute - and for almost a whole year, Gaucho had reluctantly tried to learn the words of praise, that would fulfill his duty to the God.
Thoughtfully - or at least, with as much thoughtfulness that he could muster - Gaucho returned to the very shrine where the God had appeared, thinking perhaps to glean some inspiration from the tattered and broken stones that heralded his place, amongst the other Gods. His tail flicked against his hocks, as he stopped before the blackened stones. In his antlers, Mara peered curiously forward, sliding down to rest on his nose. Her forked tongue tasted the air, as she probed her bonded's mind for more information. Sun? She wondered mildly, looking up to the sky, then back to the rock. Gaucho nodded, causing her to tighten her grip on his antlers, as her body drifted almost off of his nose. No. Rock. She retorted, hissing slightly at Gaucho's mistake. With an impatient snort, Gaucho tossed his head, causing her to hiss, and return to her nest in his antlers.
She moved as if in a cadence, sashaying through a dance in which only she knew the steps, every golden hoof placed forward with certainty.
Long, luxurious waves of gilded-ivory hung about her neck, framing an elegant face of cherubic youthfulness, soulful yet piercing vermillion depths surveying her surroundings. Watching, learning, assessing... Yet not judging. No, never judging, not anymore. She had learned from those infantile mistakes. The pale half-goddess moved with a confidence far higher than that of her meager years, a confidence that was born of beauty and birthright. Some may call her haughty, others may call her kind... For Isra herself, she simply called herself what she was; a youngling with an eager mind in a large, burden-stricken world.
The youth had arrived at the Veins of the Gods, more or less out of obligation than actual desire to return to the decimated, yet holy place. The last time she had stepped foot before the crumbled and weathered shrines, Israfel had been cast away, horrified and haunted by demons that had . Now... She simply wanted to see the shrines, just to make sure they were still there. Yes, that was it. It had nothing to do with the fact that her father's shrine awaited her... Not at all. A snort passed through her pink lip.
"Admit it," her mind stated in a rather startling betrayal to her thoughts, "You just wanted to see them, to make sure that they were unharmed."
With a toss of her head and a flick of her tail, the winged femme slowed her pace, her hooves striking the ground in a slow sort of rhythm. The shrines came into view, the sun cascading down upon the four weathered stones in a seemingly glorious manner, and yet Israfel's attention was stolen by the realization that she was not the only visitor that the Gods had received. A rather intimidating sight stood before her; a brute of a winged bay, with... Were those antlers? Curiosity snagged the half-breed. How very strange. She herelf had wings and a horn, but not many other did.
Coming to a complete stop a few body lengths from where the brute stood, Israfels' vermillion depths surveyed the stallion before her lips opened in a greeting. When her words floated through the air, they were sweet like fresh nectar. "Sorry for the intrusion, sir," she began carefully, watching him in almost a wary fashion, "Have I interrupted your prayers?" Never before had Israfel come across such an intimidating male before, and, well... If she were honest with herself, he was quite handsome. In a completely innocent way, of course.
Although the brute had gotten to Helovia over a week ago, he hadn't traveled to far from his new home in the Dragon's Throat, and he hadn't ever planned to. But now he decided otherwise and went to venture the land to learn more about it. He knew he could not live somewhere and not even know it's own history, it was like he could not call it home if he did not learn. So Raven walked on, his bracelet on his front leg pacing up and down. It had come to very old and warn out, but he refused to take it off. It was the only thing he had from his past, along with the raven feathers that now rustled on the back of his neck as the wind blew.
Tallsun had been harsh on most of the steeds, but it didn't effect Raven much, seeing he had lived in a land much similar like this before. Yet, when he came to the Veins of the Gods, it began to become chilly unlike the rest of Helovia. But that did not stop the brute. He traveled on and stopped, looking around at the blue lava that now surrounded him. I should leave, this is a bad idea. Although Raven's mind resisted on going any further, the male kept going. His eyes caught a glimpse of a winged mare, and from there, he followed her. When they came upon the top, he saw another winged equine, only this time it was a male, and along top of his antlers, rested a black mamba snake.
Of course, Raven had seen a snake like this one before, on the other hand, he had never seen it resting upon a horse. Usually, the equine would run in fear of being bitten, but since the brute had arrived here, he had learned of companionship. Midas had a fiery bird, but Raven had never seen one that wanted a snake. His head shook and he tilted his head toward the dark stud, walking closer but keeping his distance between both winged Pegasi. Equines could not be trusted. They were dangerous in many different ways and could break a skull within minutes. And Raven didn't trust that. They would have to earn his trust first before he would ever trust them.
But the dark steed smelt of the Throat and so he nodded. The brute couldn't resist of his kindness, for he was a gentleman and it would forever remain in his veins. Raven walked closer to the dark figure and smiled, but was sure to keep a distance from the hard hooves they laid upon the male's hocks. "Hello sir, my name is Raven. Please do tell me, do you hail from the Dragon's Throat as well?" He spoke in a gentle voice before looking to the pale mare. He refused to talk to her, but if she came to him to talk, he would speak.
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave can you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain..
Would the God appear again? Of course now that precedence had been set, a part of Gaucho's primitive mind wandered and wondered if the flaming deity would again come to him. Perhaps to unsaddle him from his impossible task? But no -he did not come. And yet, if Gaucho knew more of the the flaming God, he might well have assumed that perhaps Gaucho's own fate was somehow tied to the radiant being, for although the God himself did not arrive, his daughter did.
Turning with uncanny ease and grace for such a large creature, Gauchos' stoic gaze surveyed the demi-God. She was tall for a mare, and yet of a very slender build. They could be kin, very nearly, given their appearances; for both were winged, horned, with primitive marking and barring. Save for Gaucho's added decorations - the ray by his eye, the stripes on his chest, and the markings on his flank - they were strikingly similar. Although the white-girl had additional markings of her own - such as those that decorated her large wings. Nostrils flared, Gaucho took a step towards the daughter of the sun, letting his stormy gaze linger upon the youthful curves of her body.
As she spoke, his head tilted slightly as he strained to understand her words. In-true-son? Was she asking of his patronage? Once she mentioned pray-errs, understanding seemed to come to him. He nodded, his great dark head swaying slightly and disrupting Mara in his antlers. "Sun God come to Gaucho" He began, his words chosen carefully and were even more carefully formed, as if he was not used to speaking. His voice however, was rather rich and deep. "He say to tea-chhh."
Before he could explain further, Raven padded towards them. Although Gaucho had not met the wolf before, he had seen him from the skies, during his numerous patrols. If that wasn't confirmation enough of his identity, he carried with him the dry scent of the Throat. "Not sir", Gaucho corrected, not understanding that the term was meant to be polite, and instead mistaking it for his own name. "I Gaucho." And although he didn't understand what 'hail', or any other sort of weather had to do with anything, he nodded as his herd-mate confirmed their bond. "Gaucho Sergeant."
Flicking his tail, his gaze wandered back to the female, as his primitively masculine mind directed. He found his gaze lingering upon the leanness of her chest, and the markings on her wings. It was similar to Sohalia, although this one was taller, and younger surely. Mara wriggled in his antlers, to try and re-direct his mind, infusing the image of the Sun God into his thoughts, and trying to drown out his musings about Isra. With a grunt, the bay flexed his wings slightly, forcing his gaze to Raven. "You know Sun God?" He inquired purposefully, shifting back to Isra, to imply the question was directed towards her as well.
With smoothness dignifified of royalty did the bay winged stallion turn those intimidating, stormy eyes upon her. He was silent, as if assessing her, watching and learning, picking her apart to figure out just who she was... Such close scrutiny made the youth uncomfortable and a tad self-conscious, and she shifted awkwardly, an ear flicking back in uncertainty. Where had her previous self-assured nature gone? Golden cleft hooves scraped along the ground as she moved a little to the left, changing the weight in which she held herself. When would she grow used to the piercing stare of the males across Helovia? Would she ever?
So many questions had plagued the Sun-Child since leaving the the familiarity of her home. What she wouldn't give to turn tail and return to the dancing mists of the Edge, and ask Smoke the many questions that had been brimming in her mind.
It seemed that the moment for staring had passed, however, and the bay brute was speaking. "Sun God come to Gaucho," the horned male said, and the way that his voice rolled from the depths of his being in an orchestra of baritone caused Israfel's head to tilt slightly to the right. "He say to tea-chh." Gaucho... Was that his name, then? The name of this remarkably built stag standing before her?
Pale pink lips pursed for the briefest of moments, and the pale femme went to open her mouth and spoke. "What are you supposed to teach?" Barely had the inquiry left her lips when another seemed ready to join them. A four-pawed creature, Isra took immediate notice of, and unwillingly a snort shot from her nostrils in quick apprehension, a shiver of fright and adrenaline shooting down her spine and causing her tail to flick, flowers and ivory strands alike slapping against her rump. A wolf. What was a wolf doing in the Veins? While never having encountered such a creature, the golden dipped Demi-Goddess had heard enough of the savage creatures to know what they were capable of... What, with those sharp teeth and steel jaws. And yet, unlike most of the mindless beasts she had heard of, this white lad had no malicious glint in his blue gaze, simply... Curiosity.
They spoke, this wolf-beast Raven and the 'teacher', Sergeant Gaucho. They spoke of a land that Israfel had only dreamt about; the Throat, the land of her father. That was their home, then? Excitement bubbled forth within Isra's breast, her breath hitching in pure delight. Both ears snapped forward and her posture turned erect as the two males spoke of the desert land. The pale cherub had yearned to see the Throat herself, take in the sights with her own vibrant eyes and smell the different scents with her own nose, yet never had she stepped foot in the southern land. Perhaps, one day, she would... Or, at least for now, Raven-Beast and Teacher-Gaucho could sate her curiosity on what it was like, living there, if they were willing to answer her questions.
Gilded wings unfurled for the briefest of moments, stretching outwards in a ruffle of downy feathers and exposing the pale curvature of her frame. It was a simple stretch, and just as quickly as they had moved did her wings fall back into place. Risking a step closer, Isra inspected the shrines from the distance at which she stood, then looked back to Gaucho... And then took notice, quite suddenly, of the writhing, slithering snake entangled safely upon his antlers.
For a moment, Israfel stared, uncertain how to respond. Did the Sergeant know that there was a snake upon his brow? Surely he did, for he seemed to acknowledge it... Swallowing thickly to hold back her minute fear and genuine interest of the lithe creature nestled within Gaucho's antlers, the cherub re-directed her attention to the conversation at hand.
"I do," Israfel murmured delicately when Sergeant Gaucho inquired if she, or Raven knew of the God of the Sun. Almost tenderly the Sun-Child's vermillion eyes turned upon the weathered shrine of the Sun God, her eyes softening in open affection. Indeed. "I know of him well, but not as you do. He brought me life. He's my father." In an elegant turn of her head, Israfel turned that tender gaze to both Gaucho and Raven, and cleared her throat. It was rude of her to not introduce herself. "I'm sorry, for not saying my name as well... I am Israfel." A pause, then a girlish smile twisted her pink lips upwards, a sparkle glimmering in her orange eyes. "But you both can call me Isra, if you'd like?"
Swallowing and allowing her eyes to fall, once more, upon the mamba, the pale princess continued. "Do you, um... Sergeant Gaucho, is that a friend of yours? Upon your antlers?"
The God of the Sun provides proof of Israfel's lineage. At her hooves spark harmless flames which climb up her legs, wrap around her body and plume skyward, rejuvenating the filly.
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave can you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain..
[Skipping Raven, as the account has been deleted]
"Not sure. That sun, good?" Gaucho replied with a shrug. He didn't really have a good idea himself. Gaucho, who was unaware that his gaze might have been causing the younger female to be uncomfortable, continued to stare. But now, his gaze wasn't directed by the svelte and sleek lines of her body, it was the flames that were licking up her legs. Gaucho's mouth visibly gaped, as his stormy gaze took in the sight of her fiery body, with seeming shock and awe. Even in his antlers, Mara hissed loudly, weaving herself tighter in his tines. Her black eyes narrowed, wondering if this was some trick; Mara often had these sorts of thoughts, as it was becoming more and more clear to her that her bonded was incapable of doing so on his own.
Indeed, Gaucho simply continued to stare, even as the flames disbursed into the air. Slowly he realized she was speaking again, and he tried to visibly shake himself from his stupor, much to Mara's dismay. She had spoken her name...Izz- something, but the words were lost in Gaucho's haze. His mind was still trying to comprehend the figure before him. daughter of Sunnn, he kept thinking, while at the same time helping himself to more eye-fulls of her youthful form. But now she was smiling, and speaking again, and this time, Gaucho was determined to listen.
"Izz-rah" He repeated carefully, sculpting the name with the utmost care. Even so, his rich voice tangled around the simple word rather awkwardly, although Gaucho looked quite proud of himself, once he had finished. He watched her gaze grow...hesitant? Afraid? He couldn't quite place it, but as her eyes roamed over Mara, things became more clear. "Mara." He grunted in response, shaking his large head and causing bits of dark mane, as well as his companion, flailing. Hissing, Mara bopped Gaucho on the nose with her silvery tail - although her gaze remained firmly on the white deity before them.
While it might not bother Gaucho's conscience at all, it certainly borrowed Mara, the way her bonded was now thinking of the delicate child before them. Perhaps it was some weird intuitive-feminism, for Gods only know where the snake could possibly have picked up these sorts of inclinations, but Mara was not impressed. Sure, Gaucho and Sohalia were not a couple...but surely the white mare thought of Gaucho as hers? And yet she could find no corresponding thought within Gaucho's vacant brain - it was as if that sort of relationship was simply beyond him. So while she could not fault her lustful vehicle for being attracted to the deity, she certainly didn't have to like it. Or her.
12-01-2013, 03:15 AM (This post was last modified: 12-01-2013, 06:15 AM by Israfel.)
Israfel Azardokht
Isra's pale pink lips were just opening to speak of the arduous task that had befallen Gaucho's rugged shoulders when she felt the strangest sensation... It was strange, yes, but not entirely unpleasent. As a matter of fact, it was almost... Welcoming? Perhaps one would feel fear upon the realization that flames formed from nowhere and began dancing around her hooves, then proceeding to cascade upwards and twirl around her body in a soft, gentle caress. Any fatigue that the half-breed felt was reduced to nothing, like a loving kiss of fresh air to one who only inhaled smoke.
It was strange and sudden, yes, but completely rejuvenating.
... Father?
The Sun-child's head tipped upwards as the flames departed from her gilded bodice and rose up into the sky, the sharpness of her vermilion orbs watching as the fires disappeared into nothing, almost as though they had never been there at all. A relieved breath left the confines of her round barrel, and her eyes lowered to once more focus on the earthly tones of Teacher-Gaucho.
Those deep baritones spoke after a few moments, surely startled by the peculiar affair that had just taken place, a feral sound of her name in strange octaves. Izz-rah is what he called her, and even though she still wasn't certain what to make of this Gaucho fellow, this teacher sent on an errand by her father, Israfel couldn't help but tuck her nose towards her chest and giggle. Certainly he couldn't be too bad if her father had placed an errand upon him.
"Mara, hum?" She questioned in response, not truly expecting and answer but wouldn't be discouraged if she received one. One golden-clad hoof stretched forward, making a dip clip upon the stone beneath as she dared move one step closer to the duo. The cherubs eyes rose to the magnificent antlers upon Gaucho's crown, taking a few moments to continue to admire Mara in her splendor. During her life, albeit how short it was, Israfel had seen many an Equine bonded to different creatures... It seemed that Mara and Teacher-Gaucho shared such a precious bonding.
"She is... Your companion, yes?" Israfel asked curiously, continuing to admire Mara's sleek, silvery curves, "She is a beautiful creature." For she was, just in her own way. Then again, the daughter of the Sun had never been one to share company with snakes. How was she to tell that one was beautiful before?
Pausing and clearing her throat, Israfel ruffled the feathers upon her wings and shifted the appendages slightly, settling them closer to her sides. Those previous questions and inquiries about the Dragon's Throat rose once more, and the young filly bit her lip while in deep thought. What could she ask him? The yearning in her breast to actually see the land of her father was far too great, so after a few tense moments of silence, the young Demi-goddess finally asked, "... Sergeant Gaucho? Could you tell me of your home, the Dragon's Throat? I have never been, but... I've always wanted to see the land myself, with my own two eyes."
[ooc: Aud, I'm so TERRIBLY sorry for the wait on this. ;-; If you want, we can continue this thread, or if you'd rather not (since some time went by), we don't have to. xD @[Gaucho] ]
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