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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.
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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.
02-11-2014, 07:53 PM (This post was last modified: 02-14-2014, 08:14 AM by Isi.)
I walk with a swift pace, excitement coursing through me. Adella makes excited twittering sounds, her body wiggling as she scurries up my back, perching on my withers and flaring her nostrils.
"We've done it!" She squeals, our minds morphing into one for just a moment, our thoughts shared as she opens her leathery wings, taking off and soaring above my head, weaving through the trees. This is the first scent of equine we've caught in a long time, despite the harsh climate we could smell the stale scents, most of them from the area far behind us, where Frostfall had yet to touch the yellow, coarse grasses. As the trees were beginning to grow closer and closer together, our excitement rose. My heart beats with a swift pace, my chest pounding as I race anxiously towards the snow covered woods.
As we enter the woods, our hearts thumping with joy, we move swiftly beneath the cover of trees, my heart dropping when I see why the land is so dim. Beyond trees lies shadows, all shadows, consuming the entire land, devouring everything as far as the eye can see. "Wh.. what is this?" Adella's voice rings through my mind, hints of worry in her normally cheery tone. I'm afraid to respond, unable to answer without my voice breaking. I.. I don't know... I thought it would be safer here, somewhere we can be accepted for who we are, and where we can find a permanent place to stay. For most of our lives we've bounced from place to place, never staying long. Its made us strong, understanding of one's situation because of how many situations we've been in ourselves.
Adella chirps, nipping at my ear as my sudden change of mood begins to effect her. Obviously not wanting to dabble into our past, she instead brings up our future. "Do you plan for us to stay?" She wonders, cocking her rectangle shaped head as she perches on my shoulders. I shrug, letting out a deep sigh. I don't know, if we find someone accepting of us, then maybe?
Adella curls up on my back, making a deep grumble. "Find someone soon, it's getting cold." She burrows into some of my mane, only a few minutes later do I here the soft, bubbling snore coming from her thick body. I glance back, watching her ebony sides heave, shimmering in the pale Frostfall light.
Trudging forth with Adella's gentle snore to keep me company, I begin to search for someone. It's easier to spot horses against pale snow, unless they themselves are as pale as the snow that falls upon my back. I raise my crown, dual-toned eyes scanning the sky for signs of a Pegasus soaring through the sky, but I find only nothing. Inhaling deeply, I draw myself forward again, walking at a leisurely pace through the leaf-less trees.
The beast returns to the Threshold - this time to recruit, not to be recruited.
Cynder spirals ahead, flame-tail lighting up the Frostfall sky as she soars and corkscrews, displaying her impressive aerial range. Beneath her, the massive stallion walks at a steady pace, hooves crunching on the occasional patches of snow. Muscles ripple beneath the smooth black pelt as he walks at a proud saunter, ears constantly pivoting to detect any signs of life. He sees numerous unicorns and pegasi, and each time it is a fight not to go up and kill them - it takes a lot of mental effort on Cynder's part to convince him not to.
Eventually he sees a mare, devoid of horn and wing - finally, a result. The warmaster adjusts his stride and angles himself towards her, noting her to be small and painted. Suddenly a bugle from Cynder alerts him to something else, as the green war-dragon circles above the stranger - She bonded! Immediately Tyradon's interest is piqued, as those blessed enough to be bonded are few and far between. He thinks back to when he found Cynder's egg, when he was naught but a colt still wet from the womb - how proud his sire was to have a son who had bonded so early on in life. Cynder's excitement is evident, and she performs a series of loops before landing with a thud on Tyradon's shoulders, her claws slashing into taut, scarred flesh that has long since been numbed to her touch. Brown, she states, and the leviathan jerks his massive head to show he understands. He can feel Cynder's mental battle; go and socialise with the other dragon, or try to assert her dominance. She was raised by a gold queen, and was taught to seek ascension through the draconic ranks regardless of colour, but for now she remains glued to her bonded's thick back, horned head bobbing between his ears.
He halts in front of the mare, frigid gaze raking across the brown curled on her back. "You are bonded," he states, masculine voice rumbling from deep inside his thick chest. Muscular neck arches, allowing Cynder to peer some more at the mare and her dragon. She is so excited she can barely concentrate on keeping her flame-tail lifted, and it sags to singe the stallion's broad back. Again he feels naught but a minor sting, so used to he is the sensations. He has been bonded to the green war-dragon for over seven years, and received more than a few burns in that time. "I am Tyradon, and this is Cynder," he introduces, grey gaze still locked on the strange mare.
I don't see the bulky stallion approach, not when I was too busy trembling in my skin at the looming shadows above. Its the snow and the fear that eat away at me, that leave Adella's mood solemn, my emotional influence is strong upon her. She wiggles about my back, obviously irritated that I was so worried about the looming shadows. The little lass's head springs up, orange eyes alert as she hears rustling branches, the crunching of hooves against snow. She hears something I don't, suddenly going into a crazed frenzy of excitement, her mind buzzing as she bounces up and down upon my back.
I don't understand what she's so excited for, at least, not for a few moments. My heart pounds, awaiting the stranger to be revealed. What I did not expect to see was a dark stallion, at least, one with a green creature with him. The reptilian thing appears similar to Adella, although green in color and less bulky, and with horns that didn't spread about the head. Adella gives off a hiss, only meaning to protect me from this foreign dragon. Her sharp claws dig into my skin as she grips my back, leaping into the air. She glides closer to her green kin, scaled nostrils flaring as she stares at the duo before her.
"You are bonded," the other equine remarks, my ears twitching in his direction. As are you. I state, gazing at him for a few moments more, watching as the flaming tail of the green creature dips down towards his back, but it was naught my eyes I see through, but Adella's as she circles above them. He seems not to care as hungry little flames lick at his skin, making me wonder how long he has been bonded to this dragon. It is a pleasure to meet you, Tyradon— and Cynder. I pause, watching with bi-colored eyes as Adella falls back, resuming her perch upon my shoulders, her body still tensed. I am Isi, and my bonded— she puffs out her chest, appearing bold before the equine and his dragon. Is Adella.
I glance over at the shadows, again the thought of them bringing my heart to the ground. May I ask what's happened here? Why are there shadows above this land? A knot befalls my throat, causing me to swallow hard and stare out at the snow that falls gently, the blackness that falls over the land, consuming it.
Cynder's claws rasp deeper into his flesh as she peers at the other dragon, excitement rolling off her in waves. She hasn't seen another dragon in seven years, not since she was little more than a hatchling herself - the wilderness was devoid of her kind, and she has almost forgotten what one is like. As the brown takes to the skies, the green war-dragon does the same, flame-tail dragging in the air behind her as she corkscrews and twists in the air. Show off, remarks Tyradon to her, a small grin twitching one corner of his muzzle. It is good to see her so happy - she deserves a companion that isn't the black titan. After a few more loops, the green zooms towards Adella, a series of chirrups and squeaks emitting her fanged muzzle - an invitation to play. Tyradon's grin widens as the proud jade reptile soars to a nearby tree, asking the brown to chase her. She has always had a playful side, yet her bonded is normally too busy brooding to join in with her games. In moments like these, it is hard to imagine the emerald creature being a war machine, an instrument of death - she is simply a happy animal revelling in the potential friendship of a stranger. His father's gold queen would be ashamed that Cynder is not attempting to dominate the other dragon, but Tyradon can fully understand that right now her mind is lost in the joy of meeting another of her royal race.
He switches his attention from his companion back to the painted mare, who introduces herself as Isi and her dragon as Adella. "It's a pleasure," rumbles the paladin, gargantuan head dipping in greeting. The way the mare puffs out her chest shows her pride at being bonded, and Tyradon can understand why. The gift of a dragon's eternal companionship is a rare one indeed, bestowed to only a lucky few by Nieque's generosity. His expression sobers as she asks of the darkness - he knows little of it himself, but says what he can. "I'm afraid I am unsure of the details, but apparently Helovia has been consumed by a disease, one that transforms its residents into wraiths. The entire population has moved below ground to a series of caverns, where the creatures cannot enter." The notion of hiding from danger makes the beast shudder, as it is the coward's way out, yet he knows as soon as he has grown used to these new lands he will be doing his part to fight away the threats, return Helovia to the path of the light.
He shakes his head to rid himself of the creeping thoughts. "Even the herdlands have been consumed, but we are clustering in groups of our own - would you be interested in joining one lead by myself?" He speaks not of racism or thirst for power, not yet; he will not let just any wandering rogue into his and Confutatis' plans. He will garner her interest first, and only then offer more information.
How long had she been cooped up inside of the caverns? How long had she been dancing away from shadows, sleeping only to wake up screaming from some nightmare, rustling and bustling with so many strangers that even Kahlua's gregarious personality was put to its test. It wouldn't have been so bad, hiding away underground, if she hadn't been attacked there first. But all she could think of when she wasn't thinking of how much of a monster she had been as a wraith was the complete and utter terror she had felt at the touch of the stallion's magic. And, in the end, despite every warning that Kaj and Resplendence had given her, despite everything she knew about how unsafe it was above ground, the painted girl couldn't stand it anymore and she had snuck away when nobody was watching.
Unathletic and out of shape, the girl was sweating by the time she finished trotting and running from the heart to the threshold- unfortunate, due to the cold winter air. So she kept trotting, slowly, trying to cool off and not end up with tight muscles and severe pain. In her mind, she forced herself to think only of the trees she was walking through and how happy it usually made her to meet new horses here. She would be happy. She had to be. She needed to be, for her sanity. Horses weren't meant to stay underground, least of all Kahlua.
So it was that she happened upon the pair, Kahlua just catching Isi's introduction as she slowed to a walk. Above her, the two dragons chirped and twirled and Kahlua watched with a gentle smile. That was happiness. That was what she needed. Repeating the names of the two- Isi and Adella- Kahlua tried to let their happiness invade her soul as she broke through the treeline and finally saw the mare and the stallion, nodding her head to them as the stallion began to explain the affliction that was spreading across the land. So much for being happy.
“It's worse than that,” she offered as the stallion finished, knowing first-hand how terrible the wraiths were as she had been one herself. “When you're a wraith... you don't feel anything but hatred, a need to attack and make everything else around you as dead as you are...” Already her blue eyes were beginning to water as her soprano words fell into the air. On a good day, the overo was overly dramatic. None of her recent days had been good. “There is a cure, but you're best running if you see one.” With a sigh then, she looked from the ground where her eyes had wandered back to the two before her.
“Forgive me, I'm Kahlua,” she said with a somewhat lighter tone, thoughts of her family giving her strength where she had none. “I'm a member of the Qian, displaced from the World's Edge. Our goal is peace... you're always welcome among us as well.” And then, it suddenly occurred to the girl that she had met every leader there was to know when she had dropped off gifts for all the herd lands- so who was this stallion before her that was claiming to lead a band of his own? So, with the innocence of a child, she simply asked. “What is your herd, sir? And what are your goals?”
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Aaron and Alanna had been on the way back to the caves when a familiar scent hit his nares. Kahlua. The last time he has seen her, she was a wraith. She had attacked him. Yet inside he knew that was not the real Kahlua. She was his friend. He had to know if she had been healed. Alanna darted ahead of the draft paint, glad to be out of the caves. That joy was short lived as the small group came into sight. A painted mare much like him with a brown dragon seemed to be the center of attention this time. The familar sight of Kahlua was welcome.... The one that was not however was the stallion Tyradon and his bonded green dragon Cynder. Alanna brisled at the sight, and a mental flash was sent to prepare Aaron for the duo.
It came just in time, as Aaron slipped up close to Kahlua to stand at her side. If I learned anything from our last run in, he seeks power and only power. He has no herd, that I know of at least. His voice was harsh, but turned softer as he spoke to Kahlua directly. Good to see you are back to you Kahlua. He attempted to nose her neck gently, as if to tell her all was forgiven. Alanna even slipped in closer to stand infront of the pair from the Qian. He finally turned to the mare and her bonded before speaking. I am Aaron, and my bonded is Alanna. We are also of the Qian that had been displaced by this darkness from World's Edge. World's Edge is one of four herdlands here in Helovia. One of only three to welcome all inside thier boarders before this darkness. Sure, it was more information than most gave, but why not be straight forward. We should head for the caves soon, it is not safe above the ground as Kahlua has already explained. He did not want to reveal the powers of his pine cone just yet, although Kahlua might remember them from when she bit him.
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