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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.
04-03-2014, 02:36 AM (This post was last modified: 04-03-2014, 02:36 AM by Eris_.)
I need an interventionist,
To intervene between me and this monster,
And save me from myself and all this conflict,
'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it.
Slowly she moved through the falls, it had been awhile since she had taken time to explore. They lived with the sane, the fear to lower her hood that cloaked her features, hunted her every day. For if the hood were to be lowered then they would see her as death. A yellowed skull with very few scraps of skin clinging to the decaying bone. Empty eye sockets that no longer burned with the fire of life. What good was a lively face of an Empress if she no longer had a throne to sit upon? If her own subject now challenged and belittled her? The skull had decided that it liked living here, but she would not remain a second class citizen for much longer. However in the mean time, she played dress up.
Her sharpened hooves continued to carry the body of gold over the grassy and broken plains. "There was was a girl named Danny." Whispered the mare to the sky. Today she was someone new, a philosopher who knew all the tales and histories of each different world and land. Her name was Flieta of The Falls, and this mare was meek, bending and yielding. Her blue eyes looked over the gap that created the falls. "The Earth god created this land and selected Midas and Seele to lead." Her head tiled to the side studying the water the drifted through the air. "Eris decided to destroy them all." A giggle pushed it's way through her chops. "One day, she did."
Flieta of The Falls turned her spotted back on the water and trudged forward wondering where her masters where today. Flieta did not want to disappoint, after all the skull of death wanted to remain here and one day lead. She dare not upset the skull, for she ruled all. For the decaying mass that held her body together was only using Flieta of The Falls as a means to an end, this persona would serve, and bend. Eris would destroy and rule over the blood spilt by her leaders. A gentle breeze blew through the blood red mane of Flieta. "Birdsong." Giggling, the young mare pressed forward, her nose in the air inhaling the scents that floated through the air to her. A sight made her pause, blood in the grass. 'Oh dear, oh dear!' Who on earth was hurt? Would they need the gift of mercy? That would require her to change costumes, what a bother! The personality of Mercy was much more exciting, delivering the gift of pure bliss to those who begged for it. Humming, Flieta continued on her path following the trail of blood. Finally the trail stopped, only there not one soul to be seen. Perhaps they would rather see Mercy, maybe they were hiding from Flieta. That was quite a shame, today Mercy wasn't coming out to play. Sighing softly, the golden mare continued through the long grass.
I can't remember why I've wasted all these tears</style>
I’d been watching them, the insane ones. The females that took head positions in this family, and my own tongue decreed it so. “You shouldn’t trust them.” Fina cautioned, her words lapsing into a slang—those eyes brilliantly wide and blue, staring at me from the trees. “What’s not to trust?” I countered, curious of her findings, “They prove themselves yet loyal to our cause.” As much as I’d like to defend those glassy eyed girls, Fina was right. They served as no kin of mine, or with anything more than a tolerance for my presence. Their eyes, masked and sticky sweet—I couldn’t see past the veil to sniff at treachery; though there was no mistake something about them, rubbed me the wrong way.
“Would they be more trusting if I’d wrap them in chains for the sack of my paranoia?” She shook her beak and purposely looked away, “Nay.” Her feathers spread; a shimmering glow of firelight sprang from each hollowed limb. “Not all approve of my appointment.” Voice came softer now, whispering more than openly talking, “Best they are made our allies, rather than each other’s enemies.”
“I don’t like them.” Fina barked, hissing with mouth gapped open. I smiled gently, “Ye don’t have to.” She blinked those great blue orbs and settled back, relaxing her grip on the bark.
It was then that the rustling of movement and soft pattering of feet caught my attention. The amber woman was talking to herself, humming and giggling over some inside joke. Distance separated us enough so that I couldn’t make out her words. Despite Fina’s sharp chirp, warning me to stay silent. I spoke up, half out of not wanting to appear as some lurker in the shadows, and mostly because I had been wanting to converse with the General of our armies, “Hail, Legatus! Long days and nights to ye.” My stance remained relax and friendly, lips slide into a gentle grin. Fina snarled from her branch and fell quiet
04-05-2014, 12:36 AM (This post was last modified: 04-05-2014, 12:37 AM by Circuta.)
GIVE ME THE BURDEN, GIVE ME THE BLAME
I'LL SHOULDER THE LOAD AND I'LL SWALLOW THE SHAME
GIVE ME THE BURDEN GIVE ME THE BLAME
HOW MANY HOW MANY HOW MANY
HAIL MARY'S IS IT GOING TO TAKE?
The woman is enervated, weary, mere tremblings of a step upon the earth, traversing beneath the twilight borne skies; mouthfuls of oxygen caressing burning lungs and feeble bones— the Rotunda and the lands of the kingdom were far birthed and troublesome to cross, and yet more so when the vagabond who flitted across them with a (shocking) lack of utmost grace and elegance coughed cruor from her throat, stained it in splatters across her alabaster lips, heralded decaying sinew across her croup and ribs, chunks of reaped flesh and flakes of once gleaming hide littering the grounds behind her.
The Nightingale looks like the scattered remnants of a wraith.
And perhaps she is; for all the conscious thought that prevailed her, a dull throb of pain — Lord, she had never known such physical cast agony in her life — and her skin shivers with the flinching tremors of muscle beneath the surface, her heart beating a fast paced rhythm in her bosom, each fluttering shadow a daemon to reap her soul from her frame and each caw in the coppice causing her nerves to dance with frightening pyre and her sluggish movements to jerk forwards. Harks flick rapidly to and fro even as her nostrils quiver with ambivalence, she feels as much use as a newborn babe, and when her hazy vision catches the faintest of flames upon the horizon, the warm hue of incense upon the wind; she feels her caged heart palpitate in her bosom. What if the childe of war had sent forth her armies, bludgeoned her kin with brutal force and burnt their ashes upon the cruor stained skies?
The white's of the Nightingale's irises gleam. Cruor.
The Empress.
A swath of passion and ire causes her to drop into a fast-paced trot, a whimpering breath of pain and— they won't touch her, she's coming, it'll all be alright— shockwaves resonate throughout her battered framework and she despairs, trepidation fueling the wavering resources of adrenaline within her veins and she shall care less about the state she is in if only her Queen is not dead. You'll lose her, murmurs her scrambled thoughts, you'll lose her as you lost him and the burden of it shall rest upon your withers (no, no she wants to scream to the skies, she shall not lose her as she has lost allgemeine, she shall not, she WILL NOT).
Voices ricochet. Legatus. Is that the Golden Caliph? Is it her mind, the short onyx and alabaster winged man? But even as she passes him, in a dreamlike sway, she sees whom he refers to, a woman with aureate flesh and bright, velvet cerulean spheres, she's not injured and she puffs out a strangled noise of relief even as the full weight of her exertion rests as the world on her withers, alive, alive alive alive alive alive.
Baleful violet, cracked lips, a dry song of damnation and stuttering hums to pass her maw, a chorus. What had they referred to the obsidian mare to, time and time again during her time in the swamps? She had lived in the swamps, had she not? "Oathbreaker," spots dance within her vision. "Swindler of babes, the woman with a skull for her dome."
Her neck tenses, droops, she's so sleepy.
"Regime.. in the Rotunda, she lives with them. She has purloined two babes with the scent of the north on their breath. I tried.." With a gust of the wind she falls to her knees in the blanket of tall stalks, the stretching skies swirling together in a breathtaking mixture of stars and the depths of outerspace.
And oh, the stars— she thinks, even as her eyelids cover her glazed pearls, a heaving breath and she is gone from the cruel touch of the world.
The stars are beautiful tonight.
:: I was vague on her injuries otherwise specifically on my part, as wanda and I agreed to spar directly following up the thread. tl;dr, she fainted.
I had been lurking in the shadows as of late, recovering from my injuries. I was taking in all the information I could, getting used to these lands. And it was when I stumbled across the sound of Eris's voice that I stopped my movement, getting in close enough to hear my name to lead. About to emerge I stopped as she spoke of destroying them all, and that one day she did. Eyes narrowing in disdain as I recollected myself upon the sound of Midas's hooves and voice. Quietly, I begin to pull myself from these shadows only to see the broken form of Circuta. Her flesh is rotting just as mine had been and a low hiss escapes my maw. May Confutatis rot in hell. Schwere roars before I see the mare collapse.
Instantly, I shoot from the shadows and to her side. "We need Reizend. We need her now!" I bark, careful to not press my maw up against any of her rotting flesh, and the images of concern lacing through my orbs and features. "Confutatis returned me in this state, exactly, after she tried to steal me. She failed, but this is not good." I said, forgetting the words of destruction for the moment. I would speak to Midas later. What mattered now was that Circuta was given a healer. I pause, taking a breath in to steady myself. "Midas, can you send Fina? I believe she might be faster than one of us on foot..." I breathe, the anxiety in my voice. These wounds mean little more than death without a healer, and none of us present are gifted with that.
We will not let her die, Liebling says as I look back down to Circuta, "Circuta, stay with us. Please..."
Normal "Speechy" Voices
-- sorry it's so late.
Only tagging so you know I responded
@[Eris] && @[Midas] && @[Circuta]
We gotta take a chance while we're still young, but it's gotta be tonight