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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.
12-20-2013, 02:34 PM (This post was last modified: 12-20-2013, 02:35 PM by Krieger.)
His large hooves thumped steadily as he moved towards the west. He had overheard a few horses along is way in this land, Helovia, speaking of blood thirsty unicorns towards the mountains. He kept his head and ears high searching for any signs of life. The air was much cooler here and the closer he got to the mountains the colder it became, and he loved it. The sweltering heat that had plagued the woods he had been in at the threshold had just about done him in. He sneered inwardly as he thought of the overly kind and mouthy one winged mare he had met. He snorted his displeasure and took in the frost covered ground.
The light layer of ice was slowly thickening to a very light layer of snow. As he pushed on at a smooth rocking horse like canter he took a deep breath in hailing the scents around him. The crisp clean smell of cold left a pleasant taste on his tongue and his sunflower yellow left eye peered around him. He was careful no matter what he was doing, to keep his long forelock carefully over his useless staring right eye. Oh how the massive white stallion hated his weakness; the only one he posed in his opinion.
If you were looking down on him from the sky, or mountain you would have seen a monstrous white draft breed moving swiftly over the cold earth, long scarlet mane flowing around him, while his short crimson tail kept close to his thick set rump. You could also spy the red wrapping around his body and just think it to be red lines, but upon closer inspection you would notice that the red is actually barbed wire markings. If you were on his left you would see a bright flash of red striking at the air, the red tribal tattoo there makes it look as if he is wearing a sleeve.
Suddenly the scents around him made a subtle change most untrained horses would miss, but not Krieger. He threw on the breaks allowing his hulking body to skid to a halt rear legs tucked slightly under him, his short back and heavy muscling making it next to impossible to fully tuck under himself. He lifted his head and ears gazing around calmly his keen eyes searching for movement. He let his avalanche like voice rumble past his lips, ”I am here seeking a home.” His statement was simple enough, short and to the point, much like his bloody pass time. He stood waiting for someone to appear, head high his glistening sharped Kudo horn held proudly above him.
Lost. Or, he had been. The endless white mass of the Frostbreath Steppe was both alluring as it was cunning, little had Descaro known, the further you walked the more disorientating it became. Especially when the way back into the Basin was one simple path which was almost hidden. Luckily, it had been Tallsun and the snows weren't quite so deep and the weather not quite so cold. The sun was kind to him and there was shelter to be found in the dark depths of caves or hollowed shelters, the Corporal had eventually found his way (rather indirectly) back down the mountain and onto the long grasses that skirted past the Foothills. Relieved to finally know where he was, yet still slightly confused about the whole ordeal, he spent sometime lingering near the forest of claiming, regaining the strength he'd lost when up in mountains and short on food. When he found himself fit to please the ladies once again, Descaro made his way back, pulling from memory the correct way to the Basin from the Threshold. With a bit more luck and stubborn will, Descaro found it again with a long sigh of weary joy. Never again would he go 'adventuring' in the cold desert that was the Frostbeath Steppe.
At least, there was no hidden army to report.
The familiar soft thud of his hooves hitting the solid mountain floor was a welcome sound, he followed the path further in as the magnificent curves of the Basin came into view. A sight he'd missed! All the days of patrolling this land, if anyone knew every little nook and cranny of the mountain herds land then it was Descaro. A duty he would have to return to, if they had not replaced him in his unexpected absence, the mahogany boy was quite looking forward to simply 'going out on patrol' again. Work was quick to crack the whip, however, and he wasn't too far in until he found a white outline of a rather huge looking stallion.
Upon closer inspection, Descaro noted the way the red wrapped around him like someone had hacked at him with terrible aim, but in fact it was a marking. The same bloodied look was carried to legs, hair and one shoulder, that had a rather intricate design placed on it. His eyes were almost sickly to look at and last, but not least, was the striking horn atop his head that reminded him of master crafter Crowley, who had two similar. When he spoke it was with one of those voices that you'd want on your side of the battlefield and not against you, not the suave and suggesting curves of Descaro's own seductive tones. The stallion made his mark quite well and got straight to the point of his presence, so the Corporal went to work, slipping into it like something old and familiar. "If we were to give you a home, what would you offer us in return?" He asked, a smile in his voice as he fell to a halt a few strides away from the red splurged stud's rather large figure.
12-23-2013, 01:57 AM (This post was last modified: 12-28-2013, 11:41 PM by Krieger.)
Krieger stood still head raised his sharpened curling horn towering over his large white head. He took in the scenery around him. His thickening pelt definitely keeping him warmer. After rolling his massive shoulder, always prepared to fight he spotted another unicorn, a stallion, making his way down the hill towards him. Krieger never smiled or made any hint at how he was feeling besides shifting his weight firmly onto all four hooves. Flipping his head slightly to cover his blind right eye with the thick curtain of his blood red mane he gazed at the approaching stallion carefully taking in his smaller stature and heavy muscles. As the bay unicorn drew slowly closer, Krieger stood calmly watching. He saw the stallion’s eyes roving over his own body. This didn’t bother him at all though, he was used to others gawking at him, his size ensured attention.
The voice that escaped the bay’s throat didn’t really seem to fit him, in the porcelain horse’s opinion. ‘What would I offer them?’ He thought a smile devious smile creeping over his face. His rumbling voice swam towards the stallion, “If the rumors I have heard about the heard here are true, I have perfect skills for you.” He paused watching him letting him think. His continued, “I am a trained fighter, and better yet, killer.” His smile turned from devious to evil his bright yellow eye flashing brightly. He might have been a professional executioner, but he would never attack his heard members, unless the leader ordered it.
He usually refrained from being proper, but as the stallion spoke he dipped his head respectfully. ‘A corporal huh? Sounds like I hit the jack pot.’ As he lifted his head once again careful to keep his prized possession well away from Descaro not wanting to seem disrespectful or to dangerous. Something in his soul wanted to join this heard. His avalanche voice stroked the cold air again, “Pleasure sir, I am Krieger.” The politeness he was expelling almost made him sick, this was not him, unless you had earned the massive stallion’s respect ,or he wanted something from you.
12-31-2013, 05:44 AM (This post was last modified: 12-31-2013, 05:44 AM by Descaro.)
Descaro listened intently, ears quivered atop his head as he tried to take in all that was this stallion. Slicked in impressive red patterns with a presence that didn't seem to waver in the new company he had invited. The hulking giant pulled a smile to his lips, but not one you'd want to see down a dark passage, Descaro's eyes narrowed slightly before his new acquaintance finally presented his thunder like voice with words that spoke of rumour and skill. A killer, he surely looked the part, though the warrior remained reserved on that matter. Anyone could babble and talk of fine training and murderous intent, but until Descaro saw the corpses littering the floor in the wake of his hooves, he would remain sceptic. Still, the right intent was there, it was clear in his sickly coloured eyes and bloodied smile. Descaro wouldn't mind having a soldier like this one to call on in a time of need, if what he says is true, it was good to have a subordinate who didn't question the need to kill and just 'did'.
He nodded once when the stallion dipped his head, acknowledging his respect and stashing away the name. Krieger. A face he wasn't about to forget in a hurry that was quite certain. He wondered what Deimos would think, what tone of grunt would this felon pull from the lips of the Reaper. As a grunt was likely all they'd get.
"Pretty words, I hope you can back them up, Krieger." He eyed the brute, absently flicking his long black tail with a gaze that was almost challenging. "Soldiers here are expected to patrol borders, sometimes with no rest, we are a herd with more enemies than friends. I don't want a rabbit coming in here without reason, can you do that?" He asked, already knowing that the strapping stud looked more than capable of strict patrolling. There was something else the Corporal wanted to ask, but he stayed his tongue and waited for Krieger to answer.
@[Krieger]
[sorry for the delay!! D: I'm trying to catch up everywhere ><]
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She had watched quietly from a distance the exchanging of words between the two men, the first to arrive into the Basin unknown to her but suitable enough to be seen so brazenly on their doorstep, while the second was a much more simply designed and familiar male she had come to know as Descaro. The bay was a corporal she had once served Psyche and Mauja alongside, and the sight of him was slightly nostalgic – but also pleasant. He reminded her of a time when she did not have to watch so heavily upon their doorway, when dreams had bright, shining outlines and weren’t crumpled and rusting on the floor of the valley. He reminded her of a time in which life had been simpler; she only had commands to follow, not ones to give, and she did not have to preside over the patrons of the mountain as she was now doing.
Or, in the case of the red and white beast, watching those who didn’t truly have the rights to venture so far into their hidden haven; while he has made his intensions clear upon arrival, the woman still watches him with narrowed and suspicious eyes, though she cannot properly hear all that is being spoken through the distance and the covering of dark conifers that shield her from their vision.
Descaro is his usual self; he does not arrive with tension writ across his build or in his face, though she is relatively sure that he is prepared for action should the stranger have other intentions. All of the unicorns of the mountain were this way, truly, at least in their preparedness for danger – perhaps some jumped the gun too early, but it was only to be expected among those with hearts as ambitious as their own. She catches something about usefulness, and her smile broadens.
Perhaps not all of us are fools, she muses, grinning softly at the corporal from a distance as she watches the two converse. Most of her smile, however, is reserved for the ludicrous difference in size between the two men.
The great red giant and the little bay, and she decides that she has lingered long enough in observation of the scene as Krieger opens his name into the air. Filing it away for use, she slips in gracefully alongside Descaro as the corporal formulates his replies for the behemoth – whose large frame is currently under heavy scrutiny by the Lady of the place, who is equally as dwarfed by his bulk as the soldier alongside her.
She wants to laugh at the sheer humor in it all, but refrains; instead, her mouth is a perfectly jovial grin, her eyes burning with the laughter she holds on her palate. "We have friends?" she jests with an airy giggle, nodding a brief greeting to Descaro and Krieger in turn before she introduces herself. "I am the Lady Illynx."
She gives a sly glance to the corporal before continuing on with her barrage of words (how she adores the sound of her own voice). "Descaro is right. We have no room for bunnies on this mountain."
[ OOC: Lol I made a punny. :x ]
There was a river once, with many round stones enchanted by shallow hopes of embracing the ocean; water is peculiar this way, how its life is a line that cannot bend or change without the approval of its bed.
If I’m a flame, I’m a forest fire speaking savage tongues
His one working sunflower yellow eye stayed fixed on the bay corporal before him. He was careful to keep his cloudy right eye covered by his thick red waterfall forelock, shielding his weakness from the warrior of warriors. He kept his gaze fixated on him while shifting the weight from his rear back hoof appearing to relax, but only moving his weight this way in case the smaller stallion intended to test his bragging now. He kept his face clear of emotion, wondering vaguely what Descardo was thinking of his larger compact muscles. 'If he is a wise man he'll let me join.' he smiled inwardly allowing his eyes to wonder as the silence stretched before them. He had no problems what so ever with the rocky ground or the fact it was probably covered in snow most of the year. He was a walking furnace, taking in his size and temper, he was rarely ever cold.
His full attention snapped back to to the bay as he spoke. He kept his muscles relaxed unconcerned by the way corporal was watching him. His dish like ears absorbed every word the stallion spoke and had just opened his jaws to reply when they were joined by another bay unicorn. This one was clearly feminine long flowing tail, slim frame and gold trimmed. His yellow eyes flowed over her indifferently, he had no need of a mare right now. He had been taught to put his put his sexual drive on the back burner, so a female would not be able to 'persuade' him to spare her life. He can't help the little smirk that covers his maw as he watches the mare's eyes devour his towering form.
Shifting his weight slowly back onto all four of his massive cotton white hooves his eyes find the odd smile on her lips. 'What, is she crazy?' He asks himself curiously at her question and giggle. He watches her bob her head, then slowly does the same, only because he was still trying to impress the stallion in front of him. As she speaks her name, he quickly realizes he needs to impress them both. He holds his tongue until he is sure she has finished speaking before repeating his name, and answering Descardo's question. He can't help but allow a small smile to cross his snowy lips. His dark chuckle rumbled into the air before he spoke again, "I am Krieger, it is nice to meet you Lady Illynx." He bowed his head low, careful to keep his working on eye on the pair. His grumbling voice flashed through the air like lightning as he answered Descardo, "Sir, I promise I have no problem patrolling, and chasing unwanted guests off, rabbits included." He smiled deviously towards the dainty mare.
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