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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.
11-26-2013, 12:31 AM (This post was last modified: 11-26-2013, 12:34 AM by Osiris.)
MONSTERS
I was so unsure, I let life ruin me.
Life pushes onward, even as we try our best to drag our feet and slow its pace. Inevitably, we end up marching forth, either in time or stumbling behind. Osiris, my friends, is stumbling behind.
Born out of a loving relationship into a world of hatred and deceit, Osiris is a child of hope spurned by reality. Crippling his desire to trust, to love, to expand his horizons. Locked away in a world of self-loathing and shadow, the wolf had a slow start in this life. Receiving help from the wrong sources, giving in to the darker side of life, casting himself in the role of a villain despite the calls from his better judgment. The heart begins to wax shields, protecting itself from the war waging on the inside of its own master. The actions, the words of others form more layers. Walls built, developing an immunity to the feeling of warmth.
As we learn from the great wolf, however, the only thing needed to break through these walls ended up being a tiny dragon, less than a foot in length.
Warmth courses uneasily through the tides of Osiris's body now, rid of the ice of his own heart. The identity forced upon the dark knight fails, the villain shrugged off for the true nature of the beast - a begrudging hero, saving maidens from their own stupidity and the world for years now. However you cast the hybrid, he is hardly the monster he was raised into seeing, that others would see. Not a perfect soul, but certainly not one so far gone beyond repair, though his life has become increasingly more lonely.
Adopting the title of an outcast had been a natural decision for Osiris following the speech from Ophelia marking her resignation. An outcast was a familiar mold for the aging stallion, one who had spent many years in solitude. Still, the great wolf was never truly forced to be alone anymore. Comadre sails overhead, a small shadow marring the perfectly blue sky above. Dancing and weaving about his legs is Mukki, the gangly yet upbeat little wolf always accompanied by Kaya and Pahana. Pahana lazes about in the field, absently biting out at bugs who dare fly too close to his face. Kaya stalks an unsuspecting squirrel not far from the copse of trees near the edge of their world.
And Osiris?
He is simply basking in the delight of a peaceful Tallsun morning. An easy gait of a walk bringing him to stroll about the meadow, worries and cares far from the stallion, even as time marches onward and he continues to fall more and more behind.
It was a slow trek back toward the Throat. I couldn't stop looking at my haunch with the glowing marking. It seemed almost impossible that he was dead. But, with the torn feeling in my heart I could understand how it was true. And, wrapping my head around the idea was the first part of grieving - wasn't it? Well, even if it wasn't I was going to say it was.
He must have flown off, and without a horse there to keep the smaller predators away from is form, been killed. It was my fault, and that must be why there was a twist and a snag in my soul every time I saw those who had the gift of flight. Perhaps it was why I was in a herd with those who had wings - to try and forget that I did not have my hawk. After all, I could still hear the flapping of wings all the time - it made it seem as if he had been there.
Oh, how deep had my denial gone? That I had gone through all of these steps to trick myself into believing that I was no longer alone! I had to have gone insane upon my crossing of that border. But, hopefully tat would be fixed once I had finished this grieving process. And so, I moved forward, trekking into a beautiful meadow of what I believed were thistles. The colours were so vibrant as I peered around, blind eyes landing upon a darker form in the middle of the field. There were smaller wolves trapezing around the looming figure, as well as a dark one flying in the sky.
I felt my heart jerk in place as I edged up a little closer to the stag who was strolling across the meadow. I would have shouted a hello, but I knew that my voice would not come - it had not been long enough for me to feel as if I opened my mouth I would be ale to speak. No. Instead, I just hoped I wouldn't be shunned for my lack of vocalization as I had been for the lack of sight I had possessed...
Being shunned for a lack of sight, an interesting little portion of the stranger in the meadow's life, was something unknown to Osiris. However, the feeling of being ostracized, unrightfully judged, turned away, viewed with hateful eyes - he knew it far too well.
The sunlight of the meadow, soft and warm, reminded him of simpler times. How long had it been since he had stood next to Akeldama in the light? His mother, large and elegant, and he, a gangly furred little monster, but they were free from judgement at the time. Osiris was not yet old enough to understand the language of the land, the spiteful mouths of his brothers, the failing heart in his mother's chest as her love waned. Everything sweet would eventually turn bitter, but there had been simpler times. Sometimes, it was difficult to remember the sweet days after years of being kicked in the teeth.
Other days, it flooded his senses. Memory was a funny thing.
Deluded by the warmth of summer, the bright glow of the sun, the soft ebbing of clouds at the base of their peak, and the brush of air from Comadre's wing, Osiris felt rather normal today. Calm, upbeat, hopeful. He would never have noticed the addition of the mare in the field of flowers were it not for Kaya's sharp eyes. The squirrel she had been stalking for the past few minutes forgotten, her nose pointed in the direction of the pale mare gawking over in the direction of the stallion. The female wolf strides forward from the copse of the trees, falling in between Osiris and her form, her body held defensively as she looked toward the unknown mare.
The large, furred face of the hybrid turns to attention, catching on the delicate figure of a woman. Her eyes look toward him, light but focused, her mouth clamped shut. Osiris comes to an immediate halt, legs locking neatly underneath him. Mukki, not quite in tune to the surroundings as his companions, runs forward dumbly for a moment before realize the large legs he had been weaving between no longer surrounded him. The wirey little wolf plops down on his bottom, whining quietly toward the large stallion who stares at their new company.
Most who stopped and stared gawked in disbelief, but this girl seemed calm, just lost for words for some unknown reason. Perhaps too scared to even show signs of terror, but he had no way of knowing. "Hello."
I had to admit, I hadn't really understood what all the fur was that was attached to his coat. I had simply assumed that he was one of those breeds who carried a very heavy pelt in the winter, unlike I. It was a strange thing, really, to suddenly see that there were wolves following him as they spun between his legs. One of which didn't seem to realize when the stag came to a halt and had continued forward for a moment before plopping upon his hindquarters and whining a little.
His eyes meet mine, and for once, I can actually focus on his gaze. I look him up and down, taking in the fur, and the paws. I'll be the first to admit it - I was shocked. I had never seen a creature like this. He was a wolf, and a horse, and that didn't seem possible. He spoke, just one word, but he spoke. I opened my mouth, trying to speak, but no sound would come out. Again, the lovely joys of being mute.
I tilted my head back to catch a glimpse of the hawk marking, tears in my eyes which were shaken away quickly. There was a dragon floating above and the wolf that stood defensively between the two horses. My eyes floated to the sky for a few seconds, as if to look for my hawk which I knew would not be there.
Again, I looked back toward the stag, my mouth opening and air coming out again but no words. Hello, to you too... My eyes closed, but I didn't move backwards or forwards. I simply stood where I was, legs locked as the flowers brushed against my pelt. This was going to be interesting, to say the least...
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