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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.
Torleik grunted, roused from sleeping by a decidedly irksome brightness. Cracking open his glacial blue eyes he groggily looked around. Why was everything so high? Ah. He was lying on the ground, next to his egg. It was not daytime. What was going on? The light came again and he squinted, eyes highly displeased. What in the nine hells? Turning his attention away from the mouth of his cave, Torleik realized the light was not coming from outside, but from within his simple home.
From within the egg he had been given charge of.
Confused and worried, the stallion shifted carefully so as not to crush the egg, pressing his nose against the shell. It was warm - he always made sure it was warm at night by keeping it next to him, covered in grasses within its nest. The light pulsed once more from within and he drew his muzzle back, the warmth of the shell too much for his sensitive skin. Torleik could see more clearly the little creature within, more so than the usual dim glow the orb gave off. It was squirming, pecking, trying to get out.
His little griffin was hatching!
Suddenly aware of the gravity of this event, Torleik wished he knew how to help the little creature get out. He could almost feel its frustration. How long had it been doing this before it had awakened him, Torleik wondered...
A crack appeared in the egg's exterior and he smiled. "Come, little one. You can do it..." the stallion encouraged, feeling a frisson of anxiety run through his nerves when the crack suddenly melted away and half the egg dripped onto the ground. Griffins could melt things? This was...wings and fire...Torleik didn't know if putting himself in charge of this tiny creature was the wisest idea. Perhaps he had made a mistake.
A soft, purring little trill reached the dual-horned demon's ears and his doubts were erased. Now there was no fancy behind it - he could feel what this little creature was feeling somehow, and it was confused, and cold, and hungry. Clicking it's beak, the griffin tumbled out of the egg in an ungainly lurch but quickly righted itself, its golden eyes finding Torleik's blue ones. The stallion experienced an odd sort of warm joy spreading through the base of his skull, and the griffin made a pleased little purr, trundling in his direction.
It managed to climb over one of Torleik's forelegs and settled itself firmly against the large stallion's chest, puffing its feathers and basking in the warmth he provided. Pleasure filtered into his brain like the trickle of a drug, and Torleik wondered if this was what Ophelia meant by being bonded to Tinek, her dragon, this...mental link. His chest felt swollen with affection for this little creature who had suddenly decided to ignore its hunger for the time being, the warmth lulling it back into a state of sleep after the effort it had expended to free itself from the egg.
Blue eyes inspected the creature, fascinated with this amalgam of bird and feline. The noises it made thus far were decidedly avian, but it moved on all fours like a beast. Very softly, he pressed his muzzle to the babe and laid his head to rest next to his forelegs. When it awoke, he would feed it. How long before he knew what gender? Would he have to wait for the griffin to become self-aware that way? So many questions.
But, as he watched his little companion sleep, he knew they could wait until morning.
[[OOC: Just wanted to write something to get back in the groove, and I figured starting with Torleik getting his widdle baby griffin would be a good place :D]]
Home. What a foreign word to the young mare. Fallyn could not remember the last time she had one. Although, upon her time in the Basin she had yet to make any new acquaintances. In fact, she had rather aimlessly wandered around, silently. She never made a sound. Her ghostly pigment fitted the way she moved throughout the land, without a stir. Fallyn was confident no one had noticed her existence. To make matters worse, the night had taken it's toll on her mood, and she was feeling rather indifferent to just about everything. Ghostly white figure moved silently across the land. Sleep was not an option, not lately at least. In fact, Fallyn rarely ever felt tired and when she did sleep was never able to successfully lull her away. Her mind was too busy with thoughts she could not fully understand, concepts she could not wrap her head around.
The vixen lightly lifted one hoof after the other, ambling along with no direction. Her mind was reeling. One one hand, she could care less whether she ever met anyone from this herd. On the other hand, she felt the comfort of others might come in handy. What a task it was to try and understand a mind as complex as her own. As she made her way through the unknown terrain, a familiar voice caught her attention. "Come, little one. You can do it…"
Fallyn's head unintentionally snapped in the direction of the audible voice. Torleik. She wasn't sure why the thought of him gave her comfort. Perhaps because he invited her here, and thus far he was the only other unicorn she knew. Regardless, she rather subconsciously changed her direction and began stumbling towards the sound. Her gait was rather awkward, as she was unsure of not only where she was going, but who Torleik was talking to.
Finally, she reached him. And as she approached, her jaw dropped in shock, then awe. What lay before her eyes and nestled into the stallion's chest was some sort of creature Fallyn had never seen before. It was feathered, and appeared to be like a little beast, but made noises like that of a bird. Dumbfounded, Fallyn accidentally blew a long breath out through her nose, shaking her head in pure confusion. She realized her noise gave away any cover she had, and she couldn't now simply walk away. And so she strolled a little closer, but left ample space between her and this, this….thing.
"Torleik,” She addressed. Nodding her head in respect. She tossed her forelock casually over her left eye, leaning back slightly on her hindquarters so she could flee if needed. What is that?" Her voice quivered slightly, as Fallyn rarely showed fear. But the unknown was her greatest fear. But how bad could the little creature be nestled into this horned stallion's chest? Then again, how well did she know him anyway?
[[OOC: well I should be writing my paper that's due tomorrow but a post seemed so much more tempting.]]
The noise of another caused Torleik to snap his head up, eyes narrowed and blazing with icy, murderous intent for anyone who would seek to harm his newborn companion. His expression was fierce and devoid of mercy, a frightening thing to behold - but, luckily for Fallyn, Torleik recognized her and begrudingly calmed himself. Mares were no less of a threat than stallions in many cases, but he highly doubted this particular mare would be foolish enough to try something against him so soon after he had given her a home.
Yet did you not show such contempt yourself, for your saviors? He ruefully pushed that thought aside, silencing his own conscience with a grunt that the situation was just a bit more complicated than walking in on a newborn. "Fallyn," he greeted in return, observing her. She seemed agitated, afraid almost. Was he frightening to her, even after making it a point to be kind and polite upon her advent to Helovia?
The mare's subsequent question cleared up his wondering and he looked down at the baby snuggled up into his chest. An almost painful feeling swelled in his chest, the pressure pleasant and suffocating at the same time. Was that what love for another felt like? For one's child, at least? "It's a griffin," he replied, a soft smile gracing his rugged and normally stoic features for a few seconds as it nuzzled its little head closer into his warmth. "I found the egg in Helovia's Heart and proved myself worthy to take care of it. I kept it warm for nearly two weeks and...it just hatched," the rabicano stallion explained succinctly.
Looking up again, he regarded Fallyn curiously. "What brings you to my...cave? Not many venture this far toward the Frostbreath Steppe without reason." Torleik had chosen this particular cave for its distance from the main bustle of the Basin, and, perhaps, for another reason he could not fully articulate within himself just yet.
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