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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.
this is my multi-purpose thread haha
this is so @[Voodoo] can teach her how to eat, cuz she's starrrving
also so she can meet @[Elsa]..
and also her egg discovering moment {:
anyone is welcome to join, post order means nothing to me <33
and i'm so sorry for how disgustingly long it is ;_;
that is not the standard for this thread, i promise haha
Her journeys had taken a turn for the..weird…as her night/or morning (she doesn’t really know because she’s been underground forever). She hasn’t wandered up to the main room where light can been seen, where you can smell the ash and snow swirling outside the gaping entrance. Bodies still keep piling, Tangere cannot bear to hang out in that room any longer. The endless halls weave and wind her all through random parts of the caves – she encounters many creatures, others like her and some that are certainly not. She interacts little, so little that it is not very memorable or worth recording; she travels at a jog with her stride reaching for every step, head low, nostrils all the while tediously collecting. She doesn’t know exactly where she’s headed and really, she has no concern for the information, she’s just…going.
Drips, echoes and clacking feet bounce against the moist stone walls; they radiate warmth that you can feel on your skin as if an open hand is touching you. Even the water that pools at the feet of the falls is warm, like a bath to wash away the bits of the burnt world that had stuck in her fur before it hit the tumbling waters. She is pristine now, or as pristine as her fuzz allows. Her winter coat is confused and has half shed away…the snows have barely just begun, but the caves remain temperate. Now she is trapped. On most days the outside world would be far too cold for her to survive in for more than a day (with no food, and suspicious water).
Accept it.
Scratching and rustling and odd bird sounds draw her around a jagged corner off of the illuminated halls of the “Glowing Room”, as its come to be known. She moves off of the Room (though still part of it, obviously), dipping into a slightly hidden little cavern, somewhat elevated.. She hops gracefully up what appear to be stair like stones, like a giant graceful one-horned mountain goat really; from one point to another and then up onto the slanted platform. The rock is slippery, but manageable to her rather precise footwork. When she looks up she sees sun, and somehow it’s warmer than the cavern walls… it shines through a circular hole with bushes and branches hung over it. Snowflakes swiftly fly down, but never make it to the floor alive, melting from the lava heat traveling in the veins of the rocks. Large birds swoop and call to one another…they appear to be some sort of raven.. Tangere had never seen them outside of her old home. Something inside of her stirs and she lets a whicker boom softly from her nostrils, calling to them with no reason to do so. At first they ignore her, frantically flying in and out of their warm burrowed holes.
They’re fretting.
She watches them, some fly in, some fly out; they carry small weaved ‘baskets’ or pouches filled with berries and whatever else a bird in Helovia might need. But why? She muses to herself. They’re fleeing. Her thoughts chime once more with a soft voice in the back of her mind… She does not get to elaborate any further, she’s soon interrupted by was appears to be one of the biggest ravens she’s ever seen, and oddly, the mostly black bird has a silver ring across his neck (of color, not a real metal ring) and fiery orange eyes. She seems to fall weightlessly toward the mare, expanding her craning wings as soon as she is within a foot or so. She hovers and swerves above the mares face, and then her horn, making weird bird sounds the entire time. Each time the silver unicorn extends her muzzle in greeting or her horn in defense the bird erupts with flaring wings and a screeching caw. Tangere is utterly confused, suppressed panic makes her dance… tapping her feet against the rock, seemingly jogging in place while she stares at the odd raven. Tang has no time to react when the creature breaks her pattern and lunges for her neck; suppressed panic very quickly morphs into real, actual shit-your-pants panic. And poor Tangere, all she can manage to do is dance harder...but her panic dance does nothing for her and the spider-toes and sharp talons manage to dig into the mare’s mane. The silver mare drops her shoulder and attempts to spin, the bird yelling at her and only thickening her alarm. The bird screams in her face for a last time and she becomes like an obedient pet, seriously intimidated by the burning stare of this strange bird that is now clinging to her mane. She breathes heavily, the white brims of her eyes flashing as she tries to look at the bird that is now fidgeting, out of sight and still attached. Tangere’s feet are still though, tail flicking and sides heaving, her skin dripping sweat onto the glistening stone floor. Very unceremoniously the bird flies off, up and away, into one of the many holes littering the weird well like vertical tunnel. Just as quickly it returns with a pouch grasped in its bony fingers, strands of feather and hair bulging from a swaddled something, Tang’s first guess is a rock, but she is very wrong. The bird attempts to hover, flashing a white, silver speckled egg snugged inside bit of nesting materials. Flapping and swooping still, the bird maneuvers back to the spot just ahead of her withers where it had woven a pocket for the egg within the strands of grey and white hair that make up her mane. Rather quietly the bird secures the egg inside the makeshift sack made of hair, stuffing down feathers and old flowers to keep it still and warm.
And it leaves. No words, no direction, nothing. It moves away from the panting, wide-eyed mare and disappears.
Tangere pokes the thing as best she can; it requires her to bend her neck quite a bit to reach it with her muzzle. She sniffs it – it smells foreign, but the flavors of smell conjure memories of home and familiarity. She clamors down, sliding on loose, slippery rocks until she lands firmly on the floor. She sniffs at it again before moving off toward the Glowing Room. She’s many things right now.
1. Confused.
2. Confused.
3. Starving.
4. Confused.
5. …pretty damn hungry.
Ok. So she’s two things repeated over and over many times.
excuse typos and grammar errors, i'll edit them laters..
so...
tired..
You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
tear me open pour me out,
inside there's things that scream and shout
Tucked away in your small cave that you had found outside of the room with a water fountain, you lay down on the smooth floor, the warmth of the magma flows heating the small room nicely. Stuffed between your gray belly and dark back legs is the strange egg that you found a few days ago. The rocky walls of your tiny room remind you of the cave that you inhabited while living in the Aurora Basin. There, the cave was long and narrow, but you had enough room to turn around comfortably, and the lack of sunlight that constantly missed your cranny in the mountain side caused it to always be cold. The image of the fellow grulla that you had made acquaintances with in the Basin fluttered through your mind, her lioness tail coiling around her sturdy black legs. A sigh emits from rummy nostrils as you reminisce.
Boredom hangs over the mouth of your solitary room like a heavy blanket, wrapping you under layers of warmth. You shift around, taking pressure off of your left side and rolling into your belly. The egg rolls around on the hard floor, the thick shell making a nauseating sound as it moves, like stone grinding against metal, but so very faintly. Your nervous demeanor has nearly lost you the growing life a couple of times: the first incident being when you were carrying the egg within the soft grip of your stained teeth.. Another being popped out of nowhere -as far as you could tell- and made you jump, the clench of your teeth against the iridescent spots caused the same wicked sound as it had moments ago. The second time was a matter of you putting it down too roughly; it made a cracking sound, but to your discovery, was not harmed whatsoever. Still you worry constantly about the health of he creature inside.
No longer could you lay around, the tedious care of the egg was irritating. Your snout swings to your backside and you softly nuzzle the egg away from your jagged hooves. Perhaps the shell could withstand a tight clamp of your jaws, but it surely would not be able to stand the weight of a hoof. You clamor to your feet, a huff of air blowing out of your lungs as you drop your skull to the egg. Open teeth grab around the egg gently, and you wander out of the cave and begin to walk toward the room with the blue lit trees. Your hooves click impatiently against the hard rock with each quick step.
The distinctive clack of hooves against rock echoed through the wide, short tunnel that you passed through, maroon rimmed ears rotated around quickly, occasionally snapping back against your thick mane. Saliva oozes off of the egg, dripping onto the floor in tiny puddles. A nicker bounces off of solid walls, coming from so very close. The unexpected sound causes your skin to crawl and your pace to increase to a fidgety trot. Soon enough the blue hue of the glowing trees and mushrooms is visible. You pause near the base of one of the vibrant trees, finally lowering you head and letting the egg roll out of your grasp and into the padded moss. Rough lips pull an tug at the moss, tucking the egg into a soft cradle.
The click of hooves grows once more, this time a wild cluster of fast clicks. Your crowned skull pulls to the left, your back hind quarters pulling to the left, back get dancing nervously as you await a massive stallion to come hurling into the cave. You wait, a wait.. And nothing comes.. But still the hooves stomp elsewhere. Ear flick forward, nostrils flaring to draw in a deep breath. Nothing else is noticeable besides the clicking. Foals, probably running around we explain, the tension in your chest decreasing slightly. Maroon lips drop to the moss and you munch away quietly, glancing up nervously every now and then.
Tagged: @[Tangere]
Text here "Chat here." Voices here
The most obnoxious noise was coming from one of the side caves that branched off of the sanctuary. Elsa lifted her head in utter confusion, but decided she might as well figure out what all the craziness was about.
She moved deeper into the sanctuary, the stone suddenly turned to more of a mossy, springy feel. A smile crossed her face. Never had she been here before! The only vegetation she thought was available was the scarce grasses in the snow-covered threshold. However, she couldn't soak in the spongy mosses yet, she had this weird... screeching to discover.
To her surprise, she stumbles upon a screeching bird and a dancing mare. Elsa stood dumfounded for a moment, her jaw visibly dropped. Never in her life had she ever seen such a ridiculous sight. Elsa giggled a little. The bird suddenly flies away, and the mare continues to look dumbfounded. Elsa moves toward her now, a huge smile on her face. "So that was a little weird.." She looked at the mare with a sideways smile, looking after where the crow had flown from. She shrugged, still not sure of what exactly to do with what just happened. She laughed again though, shaking it off and playing it smooth. "My name is Elsa, need help with anything while I'm here?" There she was again, overly-helpful, overly-caring Elsa. Who, no matter how hard she tried, needed to know everything and anything. She looked to the grey mare, hoping she would at least strike up a friendly conversation.
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