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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.
These words, rasped by the Engineer, made such little sense to Torleik. I know you? Of course Urlik knew him! They had been aware of each other for the better part of a month - or more...however long this darkness had been prevalent. Was he making a comment about battle - how you learned a person's true nature through fighting him?
Likely not. That seemed too philosophical for Ulrik. Torleik doubted he ever thought that deeply. Casting a confused glance at the black and bronze stallion, Torleik chose not to speak until he had submerged himself up to his neck in the frigid Basin lake. A billion little slivers of pain shot through him like needles being forced into his flesh every time he moved; but, he knew this would help, so he did his best to stand still and let his nerves go numb.
The cloudlets of blood that bloomed around him in the clear water seemed far too gentle and silken in appearance for their cause to be violence and rent flesh. Torleik realized he could not stay in this water for long, not with the Basin as cold as it was. He could freeze to death. The hot springs would help with that...but gods, that would be painful. Still, also likely good for cleansing his open wounds. The cold was to rid his body of all the inflammation and anger that he could. Heat would kill any lurking sickness on his skin.
Heat always killed things.
"What do you mean, you know me?" Torleik finally demanded, weariness and a growing sense of subdued anger broiling in his chest. Ulrik had not conceded.
He had not won.
A certain acrid sort of judgement crept up Torleik's spine, settling itself at the back of his skull. Certainly when a male chose to augment his chances by using a metal, mechanical contraption... Torleik barely held back a sneer. Cowardly. Ulrik could not face him without help. He had lost, and there was shame in that - shame he would let run its course - but he had held his own against both the Engineer and his mechanized beast.
Who else could say the same?
Count yourself lucky, Ulrik. Without your magic, you would be nothing. The thought was bitter and venomous, and Torleik tried to push it away. Such thoughts could only harm the one who thought them, eating them from the inside. For now, Torleik would focus on what Ulrik thought he knew - which was apparently, in some new and profound way, the dual-horned stallion he had just battled.
11-27-2013, 04:39 PM (This post was last modified: 11-27-2013, 04:39 PM by Ulrik.)
ENGINEERS CREATE THAT WHICH HAS NEVER BEEN
Ulrik was in pain. He could not deny that. The stallion had abandoned the life of a warrior a long time ago, and he was reminded again of why he had left his small band. Beating someone else senseless seemed to have no meaning, and even as he stood victorious, that meant nothing to the engineer. He did not create anything, did not contribute. All he did was rend the flesh of a like-minded creature. He damaged on of the earth's beautiful and wonderful creations, a prime example of the capabilities of nature.
Pointless.
Still, fighting had revealed to him one thing, a memory from a very long time ago. His nomad band had traveled all around the north, and his dam had been a resident of a herd by the sea - a herd who had lived in great, wooden halls. The pain brought him back to reality as he pulled himself from the water and limped carefully to the hot springs. He needed to clean these wounds, and he looked over at Torleik as he asked what he had meant.
"I remember you from long ago," he replied, grimacing as he paused in his motion. "We are related, through our mothers, I think." Ulrik moved very quietly to the springs. "I believe I was born where you lived before I joined my sire's band and traveled. You are familiar to me, Torleik." The idea of family had a strange meaning to Ulrik. Even though he was not overly fond of his brother's warring ways, he held them no ill will. Creative differences had driven him to abandon the band. They had helped him, and he would remember that.
The Engineer's words drove a memory from his clouded mind, a brief snippet of time suppressed by pain and loss and the destruction of his home. A murmured conversation of a young colt born with an interesting discoloration (though the marking had not been so vibrantly bronze at the time); a few brief meetings as they grew, Torleik never paying much heed as Ulrik had not lived near enough to him to see often.
But he did remember his mother's kin. He had seen them far more...why, then, did he not remember Ulrik as clearly? Their families gathered for feasts many times. Ulrik had been the quiet one in the back that was drowned out by the noise, hadn't he? The one Torleik wondered about, but in his childish nature, had never thought to seek out and question - at his young age he'd still just accepted the world as it was, as he saw it.
Silently, horrendously burdened with pain from the freezing water, Torleik tore himself from the Basin lake and hastened, carefully, to the hot springs. "You are my cousin," he said aloud, testing the word on his tongue. Cousin. That was the closest - the only - family he had. Suddenly, an oppressively heavy pressure crushed Torleik's chest and with burning eyes, he gruffly approached the slightly taller but more wirey stallion and embraced him for all of a fraction of a second. It hurt like hell to touch anything but the pain was secondary to the rune-horned stallion right now.
Ulrik was family. Torleik would die for family. Especially the only family he had left.
TORLEIK
"Without a family, man, alone in the world, trembles with the cold."
Ulrik stood with a pained smile on his face, which on his features, looked to be more of a smirk. Legitimate emotion was difficult to show, but he was at least pleased that Torleik did not immediately spit in disdain at their relation. He struggled to wade through the emotions of having family here, and after too long of treading the tumultuous waters, he simply floated. The engineer had to admit that even in his own, mad mind, having family was good. The fact that Torleik was here now showed that he too had left the brutal, warring ways of their clans. Right? Torleik was definitely more of a brute than himself, as he had challenged Ulrik to this bloody battle, but he could not hold that against the viking.
Torleik had fought for what he believed to be right, and even Ulrik could understand that desire. However, in the event that he wanted a change, Ulrik would just set a trap and lure them into it while laughing maniacally. At least in this way, the cousins balanced each other out.
When his cousin approached, wrapping his thick, muscular neck around his, Ulrik stiffened, confused by the contact. Affection had never been a good thing in his upbringing and as such this embrace confused the engineer. Still, he did not move and opened his mouth as if to speak but no words came to mind. Ulrik felt the pain of having his bruises pressed on and inhaled the masculine and bloody scent of Torleik's braided mane. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice told him that he should be comforted by the embrace of family, but the mad scientist was confused. Not to say that the touch was bad, just... odd.
Parroting the actions of Torleik so as not to be a complete social idiot, Ulrik pressed his nose lightly to his cousin's neck before stepping back, bronze eyes looking thoroughly lost. The stallion shifted his weight onto one hip a little awkwardly and cleared his throat, looking down at the bleeding damage to his own, jet-black coat. "I should probably clean these out," he mumbled, walking to the springs to cleanse the wounds. Ulrik blinked trying to muddle through his feelings still.
But, he had family here now. And Torleik cared for him. This was surprising. He was... just...
Well, he had...
Nothing.
"I am glad that you are my cousin," he stumbled through the vocalization finally. Those words of admittance to Torleik were very new and very strange to Ulrik. Rarely did he talk of feelings and even more rarely did he speak of them positively. Torleik meant something to the Engineer, and that was a miracle.
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Was his cousin smirking at him? What sort of mad thoughts were skittering through the labyrinthine maze of Ulrik’s mind right now, Torleik wondered. It was possible the Engineer held it against his related duocorn, this battle, but the blue-eyed demon didn’t think so. Ulrik didn’t seem the type to hold a grudge of that sort. What Torleik had done hadn’t offended the Engineer’s sensibilities, or his deeply held convictions. Offended him, maybe, that his decision to stand with Deimos was questioned – but that was every sentient being’s right: to question that of which he or she did not approve.
No matter the pictures, thoughts or emotions running through his cousin at the moment, Torleik was glad to have family again. To have someone to call his in a sense; someone to whom he was close, if only by blood. His pleasure manifested in a rough hug that hurt them both, and just as he was about to pull away, the brawnier stallion was shocked into immobility by Ulrik’s response. The pressure of a muzzle into his flesh was not at all what Torleik expected to feel; he had anticipated a stiffened, statue-esque response.
Perhaps there was more to this male than he realized. Pressure in his chest alerted Torleik to the sense that he was feeling something positive but overwhelming, something he could not name or put to words – and this feeling was amplified tenfold when his cousin said he was glad they were related.
Ulrik approved. The mad genius, the picky Engineer approved.
“As I am glad you are mine,” he murmured, following the leonine-tailed stallion into the water, hissing quietly at the pained firing of his nerves. The raw, open flesh was not prepared for temperatures such as this, nor were the already exposed and angered nerve endings in his bleeding wounds. Still, the heat soothed his aching muscles, and Torleik settled into a comfortable position, watching the steam rise from the top of the water in sensuous tendrils. Absently he wondered if Ulrik remembered much of his relations in Torleik’s home, and whether he missed them. His mother had always been kind to Ulrik. “I wish you could have seen my family one last time. They would have been proud of what you have become,” he said quietly. His people valued brute strength, yes, but there was always room for the clever thinkers, the problem solvers, the inventors. They were the lifeblood of a thriving community, what kept a herd from stagnating and dying out.
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