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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.
A new level of responsibility weighed upon his shoulders. Déodat wasn’t the simple foot soldier, he had a title, a name, and a herd’s name to uphold. With his rank gave him a drive to motivate and push. These soldiers had a lot to prove to the Blood Prince. Their previous displays had given him no reason to respect them. He would get their muscles moving and their blood spilling. Of course he wouldn’t tear too deeply as they needed able bodied men, but he most definitely wouldn’t mind whooping the ass of a lazy soldier. Laziness wouldn’t be tolerated anymore, and he had seen far too much of it since his return to Helovia.
Déodat carefully placed his companion somewhere safe, warm, and dry while she slept. Hopefully the little pup wouldn’t get into any kind of trouble while he was away. He nuzzled her lightly and then trotted off, in search of a familiar face to challenge. His eyes drifted over the snow covered landscape of the Basin, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. Surely he couldn’t find an individual to spar with simply due to the fact they were out patrolling. That was what he hoped at least. Anyone standing around and chewing the fat would find their mouth full of a lot more than fat when he got to them.
“Alright soldiers of the Basin, time to get off our lazy asses and get those muscles moving. One of you come and spar with me,” Déodat shouted out into the cold. One individual had to answer his call, after all it was a rather obvious demand.
[ @[Krieger]
Setting: The Aurora Basin on a clear Frostfall day, near the lake. Sun is out but still crisp and cold. There is a thick layer of snow upon the ground.
typical spar rules. 3 posts 1 closing defense, 700 words. Magic & companions allowed. You may have the first attack.]
"talk talk talk"
03-18-2014, 07:10 PM (This post was last modified: 03-19-2014, 01:25 AM by Krieger.)
After the meeting Krieger had decided to wonder the land in order to familiarize himself better. The beast did not mind the cold that much, but the snow was a different story. Grumbling as he lifted his stout legs high to suck them from the powdery snow he continued on ears pricked nostrils quivering curiously. He couldn't help but remember he had been told to not so much as allow a stray bunnie into the lands he lived in. He grimaced at the memory when he had made himself chuckle and smile at the joke. 'The horses her are very odd indeed.' His last herd, made up of killers, had never joked, except when they were making fun of their latest victims's plead for mercy. He allowed the memories of gore to fill his head as he halfheartedly trudged through the snow. The white of his pelt must have made it look like strange red lines, red mane and tail, and sunny yellow eyes were floating aimlessly through the unicorn's land. Krieger paused as he pondered his commanders. The two he had seen at the gathering were small, much to small for his liking; not that the monstrous beast liked anyone though. Krieger's massive curved black horn shook as he cleared his head of the thoughts.
The beast had been raised to follow all that were ranked above him, but he would not respect them until he was sure they were worthy of that honor. Vaguely wondering what the other warriors of his herd were like he continued on, as the fallen snow slowly thinned. He was fairly certain he would not find them suitable for the rank, but his rulers excepted everyone whom applied for the rank. Snorting his mild displeasure he thought, 'If I was leader they would all be put to the test to make sure I only had the strongest of the strong.' In the giant brute's mind that was how it should be everywhere. Weakness was supposed to be bred out if not forcibly eradicated. Smirking at his thoughts a voice woke him from her meandering.
Dishes swiveled until they could pick up the words of the stallion. The alabaster stallion drew in the scents around him as he turned to spy who spoke so boldly. He did not take kindly to the being called lazy, he was moving through the territory patrolling as much as he was 'enjoying' the lands. Lowering his immense head as his ears twisted to lay against his scarlet skull he advanced purposefully towards the blood bay stallion. 'So the corporal thinks he is stud enough to take on a killer, eh?' He would show his commander what he was really made of.
Pausing just out of striking distance he he let his growling voice sound from his deep chest, "I will take you up on that offer, sir." he had to fight to keep the contempt from his voice. Anger and blood lust surged through the hulking alabaster and scarlet beast as he strode towards his appointment. He would make his stud as well as the rest of the heard realize what true strength was. He studied the bay as he approached making careful mental notes of the stallion's ground dragging tail, long body, and sharp scarlet horn. He would make use of that pretty little tail. He drew himself up allowing his body to tower above the other's frame. He was huge, a hell of a sight to behold, which usually through his target off, but he would not be so quick to judge this one. He had been given the corporal position for a reason, which meant he was one of a few things, strong, brave, cunning, quick, long winded, or a combination of them.
Without so much as pausing her jumped into action, launching off of his sloping muscular hindquarters towards the bay's right side. Attempting to catch the stud's smaller shoulder with his bulky chest trying to throw him of balance or maybe even to the ground. He allowed his momentum to carry himself past the stallion, but not without trying to bite a large chunk of flesh on his rump. There was not quick turn around for the colossal killer. He would have to settle for running out of the corporal's reach, then plant his front hooves and swivel on them. Doing just that he stopped facing the stallion watching his appointment's dark blood eyes. The beast would have a disadvantage to the quicker stallion, because of his only weakness. The self pronounced killer, was half blind. In the tussle his usually carefully hidden right eyes was exposed for a moment before the beast lowered his enormous head allowing the curtain of red to shade his eye. His other eye flashed with the angry that burned through his body.
"Talking"’Thoughts’
Words: 805 post: 1/3
OOC:; @[Déodat] This is the first spar I've ever done with him so it might not be all that good XP
It didn’t take long for his challenge to be answered. A massive red and white brute stepped forward. The Blood Prince didn’t recognize his face, but he committed it to memory. After their spar he would ensure to get the giant’s name, for an officer should always know the name of his soldiers. The brute spoke, and Déodat nodded his head, acknowledging the acceptance of his order. He flicked his tail and waited impatiently for the red and white beast to draw in for the first attack, and not long afterward he came forward a powerhouse of muscle and size.
Déodat pushed himself forward with his powerful hind legs, facing the giant before him as they came toward one another. A shoulder was coming toward his own, and Déodat knew the power that lay behind it. He added a bit more power behind his gait and attempted to press forward to evade the blow, but instead his ribcage was greeted with a powerful blow. For a split moment the air from his lungs was stolen, and he felt his body being pushed toward the left. In a desperate attempt to keep himself from falling, he pressed a solid portion of his weight upon his front right leg. Pain shot up through it and he did his best to divide the pounds between his legs. Not long afterward the giant came toward him with his teeth, the Blood Prince wouldn’t let the brute deal in another blow. He was a corporal and he needed to ensure that a level of respect was developed between those below him, and being beaten into the ground wouldn’t precisely make others want to follow him. Without any further hesitation he took several rapid side steps to avert the teeth coming toward him.
While the giant was turning, Déodat then sprung forward after his foe. There would be red staining the snow if it were up to him. Of course, he couldn’t seriously maim or shatter the stallion’s skull, but he could give him reminders of why the Blood Prince had achieved his rank. He tried to direct his body slightly on his opponent’s left side. He turned his head slightly and lowered his horn, aiming to carve his horn down Krieger’s thick neck. A part of the Blood Prince would always be upon this stallion’s flesh if he had it his way. Then whenever he had to look at his ugly mug of a reflection he could remember the crimson corporal that dominated him. Now yes, it was early on in the game to declare victory upon himself, but pride would never let him admit defeat. Whether this stallion was a herdmate or not mattered little, Déodat still craved victory and was tired of witnessing failure and loss. It was time for him to rise up as the champion with the crown and the gold medal, the red stained stallion was of a line of noble warrior kings and queens but had yet to do many of them proud.
All these berating thoughts upon himself triggered that harsh temper of his. It lit a fire behind his pale gaze and a hunger grew in his stomach. Déodat was the Blood Prince, subjugator of the hornless and skyrats, corporal of the Basin, son of the General, and potentially the last of his clan. This foot soldier would respect him, this foot soldier would quiver in his oversized boots the next time they came face to face upon the field of battle. Déodat wouldn’t be satisfied with simply digging in his sword to his opponent’s flesh. Superior size was a factor into play, but Déodat was still swifter and that could be his saving grace.
After his attempt at spearing his opponent he let himself hopefully pass the giant and he slowed his gait slightly and then turned back around. Déodat then turned and tried to face his opponent. He reared up despite the potential distance between the two of them. His hooves came down upon the earth with his two hooves, sending a violent quake through the ground a smirk passed over his lips. Could the hulking piece of meat endure his violent quake? Well, he would see. Déodat charged forward as the quake continued, causing him to be slightly off step. The Blood Prince tried to come up alongside the brute’s left side as the quake began to subside and he threw his weight behind his right shoulder and aimed toward the white and red’s stallion’s ribcage and as he lunged forward his teeth extended snapping at anything they could get a hold of.
[ @[Krieger]
1/3
WC: 769
Summary: Déodat tried to come up alongside Krieger's left and draw his horn down his neck. Then he performed a u-turn like maneuver, stopped, reared and then used war stomp in an attempt to knock him off his feet. Then came forward and tried to smash his shoulder into Krieger's ribcage while doing so tried to bite down somewhere on Krieger's flesh.]
"talk talk talk"
Triumph pounded through his massive veins as corporal attempted to counter with his own much smaller frame. The solid impact put a dull ache in his chest, and the beast knew he would have a hell of a bruise, but the impact had stolen the rival stag's breath. He watched with his sharp sunny eye as the male attempted to steady himself, and managed to pull it off. His rumbling chuckle sounded as he lunged for the blood colored male, but was cut short as the stud averted his polished teeth. Anger consumed his black heart and turned his hulking frame around.
When he had finally about faced he could not find the stud for a moment he imagined the male would have retreated and he swung is head towards his blind side, just a moment to late. Blaring pain flared through the monster's muscular neck. Blood splattered the ground as he swung his huge cranium towards the corporal slashing with his black well sharpened dagger. This was his chance to slash his rival, hoping to draw his horn along the male's thin neck. Rage roared through his hulking alabaster and red body as the bay rushed passed him, he followed. His bright eye flashed with his inner turmoil . The stud reared which only made the beast push harder with his powerhouse body. He was a few feet from the male when the ground started to quiver violently, like Jello being thrown through the air.
The quake sent him off balance almost instantly making him wobble. He roared his rage as the male came towards him he braced himself as best he could spreading his legs out making sure to keep his eye on the male. 'So he thinks he can attack my weakness huh?' The beast pushed off on all four legs crow hopping and throwing his huge body to the right attempting to swing around so the male would be facing him again. His dinner plate hooves landed awkwardly, but he was quick to stabilize himself again. The bay slammed into his chest rather than his ribs. He dug his heavily muscled hindquarters into the snow, but the still quivering ground kept him from thrusting back.
Teeth sank into his shoulder sending blood running down his wide set chest. He squealed again and reached down attempting to bite every inch of the stud's neck he could reach. The moment the ground stilled again the stallion half reared wheeling towards the right. As he hit the ground he threw his rear legs towards the stallion's front and double barrel kicked trying to slam his monstrous hooves into the male's face or chest. Landing on all fours he tore through the snow racing away from his rival to gather himself back together. He wheeled pivoting on his rear right leg, hopefully before the bay could catch up, and lowered his massive horned head; in case the male had kept up. He was hoping the male would ram straight into his sharpened black sword.
Walking "Talking"’Thoughts’
Words: 503 @[Déodat]
OOC:; 2/3 Krieger attempts to scrap his horn over Déodat's neck while Déodat does the same thing. He is thrown off balance by the quake, then jumps as Déodat attacks his left so he is in front of him. Déodat still hits him and bits his shoulder. Krieger tries to bite Déodat's neck. Then the earth stops moving and he tries to turn and kick him in the face or chest before running off. If Déodat comes charging at him he is going to try and stab Déodat's chest or whatever is closest to him.
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