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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.
They had been sent out as messengers. Directed to gather the loyal hearts of Helovia in common unity. Midas had said, “Talk with the head of each herd and invite them to a meeting place where they and other leaders could discuss matters of concern.” Midas had chosen soldiers to carry out this delicate assignment; mostly because a soldier didn’t question his ranking, nor would they question directions from a Sultan. One by one, they took to the wind and traveled to these other territories.
One flew to the swamps of Helovia, to the muck and grim of those living within. She landed with a look of disgust, walking only a little ways through the swamp before calling out for the leaders of Asylum or to whoever might be listening, “I’ve been sent with a message from Dragon’s Throat.” She paused a moment, allowing those who had gathered to grow still. “Seele and Eris. There are topics in need of your attention. Midas the Gallant extends an invitation and asks for you to meet with him in the Thistle meadow on the morn of Orangemoon, in two days’ time.”
The soldier didn’t have time to linger around, nor was she required too. Once the message had been received she took her leave of the gathering, turning back to Dragon’s Throat. She would leave Asylum to discuss their options and make a choice of either attending said meeting or not. Those did not attend would be left out of their own choosing.
A call rang through her land, tiredly The Empress' eyes fluttered open. Listening to the words that floated through the air, Eris hardly paid much attention at first. Not yet awake, The Empress waited for the quiet to fall again. Her eyelids fluttered down and sleep began to snake it's way up her spine. Wait...was that The Throat's call? Almost at once her eyes flew open and The Vermillion Queen struggled to her hooves. It was the summons that she had been waiting for, now was the time to plan their attack. The Asylum was strong and had waited for so long. Stretching out her joints, The Empress began to gather her thoughts, the words still ringing through her head, Seele had disappeared and that left Eris in charge, as the new sole leader of The Asylum (at least for now) this meeting was her first order of business. It was time to discuss the game of war and how her family would end up with a home. Of course, Eris wasn't the one with the sweetest tongue in the group. Heck even Seele's bizarre way of talking was received better than her own girlish giggles. Nothing quite compared to the words of Circuta though. Shaking out her coat, Eris began to wander through the Marsh, assuming that the messenger from The Throat had already left.
A hard line formed on her face, a frown of annoyance when she didn't spot the dark mare approaching her already. The stunning and supple mare had a talent for turning up whenever there was something happening. What was so different about now? "Circuta!" Her girlish voice filled the air, it was light and friendly even though Eris was riveting in the idea of what this meeting would bring. Knowing that it would be best to show a unbiased group, there was someone else that she should bring along, Circuta's little disciple would get a lesson in politics today. "Ghost!" Blue orbs looked around the Marsh, perhaps that would be one of the last times that she had to set her eyes on this miserable place. It wasn't hard for Eris to admit that she had grown tired of this land. It was dangerous and dirty constantly, rarely Eris liked the idea of having a clean coat. They didn't come by often, but when she did...well the Marsh hardly provided the fresh water for her to bathe in. Prowling forward, the skinny mare waited for her lady and the daughter to approach her. Once they had arrived, they would set off for the Thistle meadow. Ghost was the only one that could fly. It would take them a while to cross the lands walking.
"Come sisters!" She called into the Marsh. "We have a few games to play."
" " 466 words.
@[Circuta] @[Ghost]
Words can not express how lame this post is.
Wake me up inside,
Bid my blood to run,
Before I come undone,
Save me from the nothing I've become.
The cry rings across glassy surfaces, over rotted bodies, and between gnarled dryads that seem to waver and shudder in thirst for it's meaning. It is a simple caw, the chirp of birds with wings and equine faces, the scent of dust and warmth filling alabaster nostrils to the brim with the knowledge of whom cries mercy, mercy, on this eve.
The Throat. The Asylum's allies have come dancing through the swamp, butterflies wings and wrinkled maws, and she herald's the chirps and squawks of avian's with her presence.
For this day will bring victory, destruction, carnage and damnation for those whom have been chosen as the Asylum's prey, conquest and death: The righteous invasions of those whom have squandered in filth and muck, lived among rotting, maggot infested corpses, sweltering heat and bleeding kisses. They have lain back as cattle, weak for the kill of a wolves maw far too long, slothful and fickle as the ocean's tides, and the time has come for them to ascend, rise beyond the tales of mother's in the night, promising nightmares for the youngest childe. It is high time that the Asylum, her people, her kin and blood rise supreme, show the superiority and savagery of their will, brutality and bloodthirstiness, and at the end of this eve, the gladiators shall be painted in red. She will fight, eradicate and execute with the strength of her men at her back if she is given the chance. Indeed, she decides, as the girlish, elegant voice of her Queen echoes among the Spectral landscape, they have waited far, far, far too long.
That does not matter now, for the dawn shall come, glorified and brilliant in shades of orange and red, the light of the rusty moon above screaming the names of her people. The Asylum, the Asylum, the Asylum has won!
And she, the prodigal daughter of Morndis the Revere, daughter of Parvon the Sorceror, and witch-child of Seregnaer will stand in their midst, indigo expression gleeful,
painted in the entrails and wine of her foes, wearing a armor of bone, the disheveled frame of all those whom oppose her lain at her hooves. She shall prove herself to her Queen's, she shall not fall, blunder and flounder beneath the hooves of the many. She shall show them, she shall prove her right to be among their ranks, the Temptress turned snarling hunter. For all the pain the Temptress went through, the homicidal Fox has taught her one thing:
Mercy is for the weak.
And the daughter of Morndis, is not, weak.
She arrives before her Queen, dome raised with high elegance, graceful and suave, bitter and sweet, the apple that has rotted to the core.
Hunger and thirst blemish within indigo depths, gleam and shine as the stars, a breathless smile dancing across her features.
"My apologies, Lady Death, for I am late to the dance."
She searches for her prodigy, the girl of charcoal and soot, blood and wine, the Phantom mistress, before returning her gaze to her Queen. A twinkle of dangerous intent flashes within crazed, passionate pearls, and the woman's voice drops to that of a dark hiss.
"Games? Why, my Queen..." A soft, lunatic chortle escapes her throat, bubbling out from behind milky topped lips. Rabid desire curls and burns within her, a candlelight, growing into that of a all-consuming flame. Ivories gleam behind shielded maw, for they have not gathered the chance to stain red with the consumtion of wine yet.
The poisoned woman hopes to change that, tonight.
"I believe we have already conquered."
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But if you’re too big to follow rivers How you ever gonna find the sea?
Seeker. That was what she was now. Her area of profession situated in the places she knew the most, darkness and shadow. Desolate eyes stared into a murky pool, it's contents a fascinating mixture of remains and funk, the dead still lingering on even after their cruel twist of fate. Her mind was enthralled by fantasy, imaging the many ways in which they could've died and storing them for later use, how advantageous it was to have an active imagination. However, her morbid musing was interrupted by a call from her Queen, the voice a delightful teal of feminine laughter, but Ghost knew there was a double edge to that voice. It made her happy to think that another thought in similar, twisted patterns. A ghastly smile formed on her lips, the time had come for her to go to work, to lurk and to learn the ways of this asylum. Onyx legs were spurred into action, carefully picking her way along the path through the marshes until she came across two familiar figures.
Circuta. Her lady. She was to take orders from this strange, purple armoured creature. Ghost didn't particularly mind, in order to get to the top one had to start at the bottom after all, and this Circuta was interesting from the outside, her voice melding words of poison and lunacy that made the little hybrid chuckle as she fell to a halt beside her. Perhaps she would indeed learn many things from this lovable mad girl, who spoke so beautifully conquering, was Ghost finally able to see pools of blood to dip her hooves in. She allowed herself to think of her mother, who had aligned herself with the asylum, an unworthy member. Ghost would become much greater than her.
"Indeed I believe this is what you call, checkmate. The next move takes all" her quiet, absent voice drifted onto the stagnant air, her body quivering in excitement as she flexed her wings. The demon raged within, bouncing around her wicked mind and lighting her flammable soul as shadow covered eyes rested on sleek gold and deadly crimson, awaiting orders from her Queen.
Laughter tumbled from her lips, still she did not have much else to say to the spies. "Just follow my lead." Her blue eyes looked over the Marsh, while she and Seele were away it would have to be protected. Her mind went back to the honest ones that had appeared in the meeting. With a smirk the Empress raised her voice to the sky. "Oxy!" then with another thought her voice was raised again. "Vulture!" Waiting for the two gentlemen to arrive, The Blood Empress quickly thought out a plan to make sure the Marsh was left in capable hands. The only one she truly thought could handle the mad men while she was away was Oxy. His harsh words, rudeness and drug crazed mind made him a perfectly acceptable leader in her place. Then there was Vulture. She still didn't trust the worm in the slightest, in fact his mere presence still frustrated her beyond belief. There was no way he would be left to watch over the herd while she was gone, instead he would get his chance to prove himself a different way. Vulture would escort them over to the meeting, keep them safe while they crossed Helovia. Then he would stand silent like a good little guard dog, The Empress would watch his every move, she would give him one chance to prove himself.
"Oxy." Her blue eyes were bright. "You have command until I return, no one touches our members, no one enters our land." She hoped to the gods that he was capable of doing this task. "If there is a problem send someone over to me, preferably someone who can look after themselves." The last thing Eris needed was a member of hers dying before being able to deliver a message. "Agrona or Arlo are your council. Listen to their words...a good leader always listens." Eris knew that not many could lead as well as she could, but hopefully Oxy would get a taste of what she did everyday. Maybe that would help him quit his bitching. "Look after our family Oxy and for gods sake, don't fuck this up." Eris would kill him if he let her down. The promise wasn't hidden in her words, it was written all over her face, it was promised in her harsh stare. Now she turned to Vulture. The worm, her frown and cold stare bore into his eyes. She wasn't angry with him anymore, now Eris just wished that she didn't have to deal with him. "Vulture." A sigh tumbled from her chops and she looks him over. "You are our guard, you will escort us across Helovia to this meeting." The worm wanted to prove himself, there was no better way to do it than dying for his queen. "I do not want you to participate in the meeting, you are to watch our back and make sure no sabotage is planned." The Empress doubted it but if Vulture was on his guard then hopefully nothing would sneak up on him.
One last look over the Marsh, a small smile and then The Empress turned back to her party. "Come then my doves, it's time we flew."
" " 535 words.
Super quick post. I assumed that both Oxy and Vulture appeared so I can move Eris on to the next thread, I hope you both don't mind. If you do let me know and I'll change my post. <3
@[Oxy] @[Vulture]
Wake me up inside,
Bid my blood to run,
Before I come undone,
Save me from the nothing I've become.
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