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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.
Spring had come with a new light, it melted the snow of the north and brought warmth. As morning light poured into his cave, Dèodat felt himself slowly waking. There was a pawing at his leg, and then a soft whine. Reluctantly, his eyes opened and he looked down at the white pup at his feet. Her tail wagged back and forth at a million miles an hour. A rare smile passed over his lips at the sight of his bonded.
"Good morning Odette," He lowered his nose and touched it to hers. The pup licked him several times before he lifted his nose and gestured for the pup to follow. First and foremost he found his bonded food, which she devoured viciously. Then he found a meal of his own. Once he ate his fill, the Blood Prince set out on his morning patrols. As he walked, Odette pranced about behind him, at her age the world was hers to look at and explore. Dèodat only intended to interfere with her fun if she got into trouble.
Some enjoyed company of others while out checking the land, but Dèodat found the solitude time to think and allow more focus. As he reached the border, trouble was nowhere to be found. He glanced at the two sentinels, the watchers of the entrance and guardians of the Basin. Dèodat looked over at his white pup, who had decided beside the Sentinels foot was a good place to piss. "The Engineer will kill you, and I'll let him make a kerchief out of you." He laughed softly as he continued on his way, today would be a good day to show his bonded the world beyond the mountains.
By the time they reached the meadow, the sun was high in the sky. Dèodat took his time to graze, while the pup ran about in the grass, yapping as she went. God knows where she was going, and he wouldn't get in the way of her fun. There was a field of grass to devour and enjoy.
[ @[Agrona]
Open I guess, but Agrona first please.]
"Speech speech speech"
Cut from the cloth, of a flag that
Bears the name of "Battle Born"
A high pitched yip had caused my ears to slam back against pale white hair, my laced snout lifting into the air simultaneously from the heavily vegetated earth. The half-chewed grass sticking out of the side of my dark lips wiggled in a soft breeze, only to be sucked back into rotating jaws and ground up into liquid grass. The barks were random and quiet, perhaps only carried by the wind, but whatever it was that was creating the racket on this quiet day was going to die. The newly found steel hole in my ear was strange and was probably going to take some time to get used to; every time the wind passed through, I could feel it go through my ear! I hadn't been able to see it myself yet, and I cannot remember how in god's name it got there.. but it's there. This has caused the random twitching to become even more frequent and irritating.
I had found this place of peace not very long ago, and every time I've visited it's been relaxing and far away from everyone. Except for this time.. apparently. Another yap sends my irrational nerves through the roof and I begin to press on toward the nuisance, silky forelock twisting around the dual antlers that jut from my crown. It doesn't take long before my long legs have found their way around a cluster of rocks that separates the mountain side and another open field; I can see a red-hued body in the distance, and instantly I realize that the yapper is probably with him. God damn it. I sigh outwardly, my ears lifting slightly from my poll.
Whether or not other beings want me around, I somehow always seem to appear. This stranger seems to be doing the same that I had been: getting away. My right ear swivels forward, deep lilac eyes trying to make out any distinct patterns or figures attached to the stallion. Perhaps this would turn out like the meeting had with the Mammoth.. that would be entertaining. Fucker. Finally, I decide to meet the stranger. Both ears perk forward and I begin to walk toward the stranger, long legs swiftly carrying me in a bouncy walk toward the unicorn. As I near, caution shades my body and I allow my ears to turn backward again, my happy bob now dropping into a curious stalk.
I pause a comfortable distance away, keeping about three body-lengths between us just incase this son of a bitch ended up being a cunt just like that Mammoth had. Now that I was close and could make out the ruby gem atop Pretty Boy 2's skull, I felt the need to preen and make myself look even more suitable. "Is your pup always so noisy?" My raspy voice is hard, laced with the slightest hint of irritation, but I cannot let myself get off of the wrong foot with everyone, can I? The corners of my lips turn upward, an attempt at a genuine smile spreading slowly across dark features.
Walking "Talking" Thinking
Tagged: @[Déodat]
Ooc: I'm sorry for the long wait!
Credits: code by Tamme | Image by Sarah | Stock Credits in the Link
♋
Let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for
04-18-2014, 02:07 AM (This post was last modified: 04-18-2014, 02:08 AM by Déodat.)
déodat,
It didn’t take long for another to draw near. Déodat scented them before he saw the individual. The Blood Prince ignored their presence until they spoke. His blue gaze flicked over to the mare and the first thing he noted was the two horns upon her head. So, he was in the presence of one of his own kind, that at least would make him a bit more grace giving for the disruption of his solitude. He lifted his head once he swallowed his mouthful of grass. No smile passed over his lips like the mare, but the light in his eyes told he wasn’t displeased by her presence.
“I’m afraid so,” Déodat responded, his tone light and oozing with dry humor, despite the mare’s irritation. “I’m afraid she’s a wild little bitch, so I gave up trying to get her to shut up. Pups will be pups I suppose.” His eyes glanced over to the white figure as she crawled through the grass toward the stranger. Déodat could sense her overwhelming excitement through their bond, and he knew full well what excitement meant for Odette. The white shepherd began yapping incessantly at the stranger, her ears pricked forward and her tail wagging a million miles an hour. One ear flicked back against his skull and he decided he had finally had enough. “Odette” He said, his tone harsh, despite it being through their mental bond as he looked down at the pup. “If you don’t shut up, I will slice your vocal cords with my horn, so help me gods.”
That did no good and simply seemed to encourage her all the more. Odette trotted up to the mare and began to sniff her hoof before jumping up onto her hindlegs and attempted to place her front paws onto the mare’s front leg. Déodat rolled his eyes, sighed, and shook his head. Females were truly impossible. Tell them one thing and they do another. He walked over and grasped the pup with his jaws by the scruff of her neck and dragged her back to his side, and dropped her at his own hooves.
“Odette is friendly if you can’t tell,” Déodat said as his frown deepened. For a long moment he glared at the pup who simply looked back at him with a gleeful expression. “I’m Déodat, I suppose I should at least introduce myself after the behavior of my companion.” His place of residence of course would remain hidden in case he stumbled upon one of the Edge hippies with their sermons of love, equality, and peace. Their rainbows and sparkles view on life could make any proud unicorn barf, well, if they were capable of barfing.
"Speech speech speech"
@[Agrona]
Cut from the cloth, of a flag that
Bears the name of "Battle Born"
With the dullest signs of interest, the stallion looked up at me finally after I had spoke, his deep eyes landing on me before he had a chance to respond. No smirk or tight lipped frown decorated his face, just a rotating jaw as he finished the remains of his solitary meal; boredom and total disinterest is all that I could see from this. I had at least expected a chance to be looked up and down or even shown some sign of interest. Instead, I get: "I'm afraid so." Unimpressed with his unimpressed reaction, my right eyebrow arches.
"I'm afraid she's a wild little bitch-" I let a small laugh slip between velvet lips, wild lilac eyes shifting from the blood bay down to the white ball of hair moving toward us. She stops a short distance away, her tail beginning to whip back and forth as all of the excitement escaped her body in more annoying, ear shattering barks. Both ears lay back against my neck instantly, top lip wrinkling in irritation. So badly do I just want to go stomp on that dog's skull? Pretty fucking badly. The white canine bounces toward me, her naïve mind finding it safe to lower her skull to my feet. A wet nose wiggles at my pristine feet, but it doesn't take more than a second before she is wheeling her little paws at me.
Annoyed and slightly off put by the thought of muddy paws on my clean legs, I recoil back, lowering my snout where the young dog sits. She goes quiet as the stud latches onto her neck, pulling her back to his side to get her to finally shut the fuck up. "Odette is friendly if you can't tell." His attention is still focused completely on his companion as he speaks, giving me a half of a second to complain; "If that's what you'd call it." My violet eyes drop down to my dark legs to check for any mess that the dog may have made, but thankfully nothing had stuck to me. God damn animals.
Finally the white-splashed stallion introduced himself, that careless tone still laced into the back of his words. Must just be an asshole I sigh in my conscience. Though... I probably shouldn't be a hypocrite, I am usually the exact same way. Fuck, for the longest time when I had first gotten here I would usually just stand and stare. "Agrona." I reply, ears finally lifting from my starch mane in order to sit up right on either sides of my twisted antlers.
Walking "Talking" Thinking
Tagged: @[Déodat]
Ooc: So, soo sorry for the wait. Sometimes her and I don't mix at all..
Credits: code by Tamme | Image by Sarah | Stock Credits in the Link
♋
Let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for
Déodat joined in with her laughter at the comment. He watched the mare’s dislike towards his companion and amusement appeared on his face. Odette was obnoxious, he wouldn’t even try to deny that but he still had to admit there was something oddly endearing about her. He flicked his tail and shook his head slowly. “Yeah, she is. A wild, fucking annoying bitch that assumes everyone is her friend. One day it’ll land her a kick in the face.” He snort and shook his head. “Thanks for not kicking her in the face I suppose, I’m sure it was and still is incredibly tempting.” Humor laced his tone. This mare struck him as one that could give him witty retorts, that was the sort of company he enjoyed. Even if he craved solitude often he would still sacrifice his alone time for a session of sarcasm.
As the mare stepped away from her, Odette of course was confused by this. How could someone not love her. Déodat rolled his eyes at her. This dog was a thorn in his side and he pondered why he had ever taken that egg. Of course he knew he never meant such thoughts, but perhaps it would drop a hint for Odette to once and awhile actually behave.
If that’s what you call it. That drew a smirk upon his face and a soft snicker. “That is the polite title. It’s true name is ‘annoying little shit that assumes everyone likes her’. Really a dangerous quality to have when so few actually do, it’s healthier to know when others hate you. Or at least I find it much easier to get through life to embrace other’s disdain towards me.” His gaze flickered down to Odette and then back towards the mare as she introduced herself. “It’s a pleasure Agrona.” He wouldn’t pry into the place that she called home, that may get a bit too intrusive for such a potentially unfriendly encounter.
"Speech speech speech"
@[Agrona]
[So sorry for the wait ;-;]
Cut from the cloth, of a flag that
Bears the name of "Battle Born"