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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.
10-17-2013, 07:47 PM (This post was last modified: 10-17-2013, 07:49 PM by Osiris.)
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Cursed, he was cursed.
The laughing bloody harpy snarls and sneers, a twisted grin that would haunt the more sensitive creatures in his company surely. At first, the stallion feels nothing different aside from standing in a strange attire amidst others bedecked in Halloween's finest, when suddenly it begins. A pain unlike any the stallion had ever felt. The twisting of bones beneath the surface, the feeling of being broken, mended, rebroken. The snarling hiss and snap of flesh and bone tearing underneath a falsely serene coat.
The wolf begins to growl, his teeth clenching together as the pawed brute makes back through the maze toward the forest. The costume of a valiant knight shakes itself loose, and then they tear through. Surprisingly bloodless, as if the vessels were stitched back by this same dark magic. What is left, the unmistakable ache of the pierced flesh, the tugged and torn muscle, and the strange sensation of weight upon his back.
Uhh, Osiris... from above, the black dragon peers with curious violet eyes. Both of the amethysts staring pointedly at his back. Turning his neck to peer backward, the massive wolf leaps from shock and surprise. Webbed, flawless wings stretch outward like that of a bat. The stallion grumbles and groans. "Why me?" he asks, looking toward Comadre. Instead of offering consolation, the dragon starts to laugh with a jolly tune, his cooing voice breaking against the trunks of the trees and chattering in the leaves.
Looking down at his paws, Osiris sighs. Irritated. He was cursed, most definitely. After all, was his appearance not freakish enough without the addition of more unnatural limbs?
We can go flying together, Osiris, the dragon coos excitedly. "No," the wolf answer pointedly, stalking forward in the night.
His frown growing exponentially deeper.
Osiris </style> the holes of my life with your words. </style>
The return of the Sun had marked a return of joy to the heart of my beloved. While we had clung to hope despite the seemingly endless night stretching on, that hope had dwindled considerably, and more than once she had toyed with the idea of fleeing these lands. But as if hearing our plea, the Sun had risen again, and the normal churning of time had reinstalled itself.
Over the canopy of the Deep Forest her wings stretched, the wind filling them as the otherwise warm night held a pleasant chilly breeze to it. I was not upon the back of my beloved this evening, I instead chose to run beneath the trees, my senses ablaze with the multitude of scents and sounds surrounding me. It was far easier for my beloved to fly above the trees than to dance below them with me, though I knew she was experiencing my walk through the connection that melded our hearts and souls together as one.
A familiar scent tingled my nose, and I paused my stride, a canine grin curving my mouth, as my tongue rolled out over the pearly teeth. Tilting my head back, I let loose a deep, long howl, a song for the ears of one who possessed blood vaguely related to my own, one who would hear the cry and hopefully, recognise it. Somewhere above me, my beloved flew still, letting loose her own call - a friendly and enthusiastic song, which made our serenade one of wolfsong and equinesong.
The being it was meant for was part of each, so surely he would appreciate our song?
The warbling of a dragon sounded ahead, and I knew that I was near. Cirrus picked my location from our bond, and it was a strange sensation I received as she came in to land, wings folding close and the meeting of her hooves to the ground perhaps a bit rushed and haphazard given the cramped conditions. With her cerulean gaze and star speckled coat alight, she peered through the forest, pressing forward at a trot, hoping to meet the chuckling canine creature she had come across but once more once again. I took my place by her side, and together we pushed on, penetrating the darkness of the Deep with reckless optimism.
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The gurgling laugh of a reptile and the silent inner groaning of the wolf bound to him plays out in the night. There is a moment of summer peace which flows between the branches, the prelude to an unexpected song.
The deep, sorrowful vocals of a hound much like that of a wolf ring first. The sound ricochets off the trunks of the trees, dances between the branches of the deep forest. Next, the feminine voice of a mare from above. Without visual, without scent, without knowledge, the bonded pair immediately guess who calls to them from the walls of darkness - Cirrus and her companion Sitka. Comadre chirps excitedly, twirling about in the sky for a moment, violet eyes peering through the veil of night in the woods, seeking the outlines of the familiar forms.
Osiris huddles his new limbs closer to his sides, all the more begrudging of their sudden presence. Life has a way of bringing such surprises at the least desirable times. Perhaps, if it had been Ophelia in the night, he would have strode toward her to confide and complain. Instead, it was a mare he hardly knew, only exchanged a sentence or two with. She had been young but accepting of his odd nature, yet how to explain that in the time since their first meetiing, he had only gotten all the more strange?
He sighs, hoping his friends, the shadows, would hide the better part of the leather appendages.
With long, graceful strides of a wolf, the hybrid begins in the direction of the sound. Keen eyes pick out the clearest pathways even in this dim light, relying at times upon the even sharper vision of his draconic companion. The electric blue on the coat of the hound catches the pair of eyes first, for Cirrus is little more than a blanket of stars - a striking one at that. Intrigued, Osiris walks closer, his golden eyes seeking out the familiar blue of her eyes. The coat she wore upon their first meeting had been reminiscent of a rainy day, but now she appeared to have flown through stardust and landed back upon the earth, stripping the night sky of its ethereal garb.
Almost owlishly, the stallion blinks - remembering that it is rude to stare.
"Good evening, Cirrus," he says, nodding to the mare, turning his attention then toward the hellhound. "Sitka."
And, of course, dropping like a sudden bomb from the sky is a loud, squalling dragon, with a glimmering smile of ivory teeth and outstretched wings. "Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrssss," the name comes out like a purr, followed by the same chattering trill of his reptilian mouth. The small creature lands like a black smudge upon Osiris's shoulder, smiling constantly outward with lively purple eyes.
Osiris </style> the holes of my life with your words. </style>
It was the confidence of youth that gave us a smooth, long length of stride, an easy and comfortable gait both of us could maintain for hours if we needed to. Naturally, we did not need to keep this pace for long, for as my nostrils informed me, we came across the canine and his dragon soon enough. The colourful trills of Comadre were met with my own quiet bark of greeting, as well as the friendly laughter of my beloved. We continued to walk, and what we found, surprised the belle connected to my own soul.
I could read the surprise upon his own façade as he beheld the star-speckled hide of my little cloud, whose pelt had taken on the bright, dusty, nebulae of the heavens, so much so that she glowed in the shade of the forest. The wolf-steed walked closer, and I sat back upon my haunches to observe the interaction, the greeting of equines. Cirrus' own smile had not faltered, rather, it seemed to grow more excited, a gleam of mischief had entered her cerulean gaze. I knew what she had planned, the moment she saw those extra limbs protruding from the great canine's shoulders.
He may not want to, I murmured quietly to her, curiously watching the way his wings were folded down across his back. All I received in return from my beloved was an indignant, stubborn insistence that she would be the judge of whether Osiris wanted to join her in the skies, or not.
"Hello Osiris, and Comadre!" The enthusiasm of youth filled her tones, as she boldly stepped forward, slender limbs closing the gap that existed between them. Her nose reached out, hoping to get a better look at the wings - were they real? Would he fly with them? My beloved did not question how he got them - she was born and raised in this land, the realm of magic and mystery, she assumed that some mystic element of the world had affected him, whether permanently or not, and she accepted this with ease.
I felt the breeze stir around us, and it was not a natural breeze. A sigh passed through my lips, and I tried to give Osiris was I hoped was an apologetic glance, though no doubt he was too enraptured by my little cloud to notice it. "Have you taken to the air yet?" She asked as her nose reached out to nudge against the folded leathery stretches of skin. With a devious smirk, she encouraged the wind to stir further, hoping to create an updraft, one that would coax his wings to open without so much of a thought from him. Stepping back, she opened her own expansive wingspan, relishing in the feeling of the wind trawling through her feathers.
"Come on!" Without waiting for a reply from him, the wind became stronger, and she was lifted slightly. It would take some tricky flying to break through the canopy, but I could feel the determination in my cloud that refused to take No for an answer. Another sigh leaves my lips, as I scratch my ear with one of my hind feet, resigned to watch my foolish, youthful cloud press her emboldened spirit upon another.
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A creeping shadow approaches, blacker than night and more silent than a whisper. You feel an overwhelming sense of foreboding, making the hair on the back of your neck prickle every so slightly.
With a breath, the feeling passes and the day continues.
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