"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
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.
Sialia Odele I must be a shooting star, I cannot stop. I must go in a straight line.
Turmoil, anger, darkness, these emotions where a constant in my deep loathsome soul. I turned my dark head, holding it high. I could smell the others here. I could smell the many scents. I easily came to the conclusion that this was a very often visited place.
I wondered if this land too, worshiped the same gods I had grown up worshiping. Then again, I really only found a liking to one. The moon god. She was brilliant, and dark. Yes, I knew the story of the four siblings, and how they where born. How they created this world. How they created a land in constant war. Helovia. It seemed such a myth, yet as I stood here, I had to wonder, was this it? Was this the land I had heard stories of? That despite it's supposed warring it was also the most beautiful land?
But I had no mind for beauty. I could care less. Sure, my own beauty helped me in some cases. But what else did it do? It was pointless. So, would Helovia be pointless for me? No, because if it warred as the stories said they did, then I would have business. I planned on being a mercenary here. It was all I knew how to do. I had lost, and I had won battles, and I certainly wasn't the best there ever was, but I loved the tear of flesh, and the scent of blood red liquid iron. Hell, I even had a taste for it myself.
I moved forward, my long graceful steps making slight imprints behind me. I glanced around, my royal blue gaze intense. I would not be kind here. I would show no weakness here, I would excel in this land. No, I would not fall for a stallion. Not like the other mares did. I was strong, I was cold. I would be ever hard to catch. I wouldn't fall into that trap that weaklings called love. I had to be a shooting star, I could never stop, I must go across the sky in a straight line.
The Threshold was a place Torleik hadn't been in some time. Then again, for a small amount of that time, he had been...indisposed and stuck wandering places he did not choose to traverse. It seemed apt, now that Birdsong was upon them, that the Bloodskald should return to the entrance of Helovia and present himself for recruiting.
Right now, he felt they needed soldiers and sneaks - two ranks that could always be more full. Would he find any amongst these trees that would meet his needs? It remained to be seen.
As usual now, Irelyn silently traversed the air, her owl's wings making even her most violent wheeling and careening in the sky as noiseless as a feather striking a pile of down. According to her, there was someone nearby, and a unicorn at that. Useful, to have a companion that could take flight, Torleik decided. His owl-griffin had warned him of nearby others multiple times now, for which he was quite grateful.
He wasn't fond of suddenly being thrust into interaction.
The Basin General caught sight of the traveler through some trees, and projected his voice so that this meeting might begin. "Ho, traveler! What brings you to Helovia?" Similar to a greeting he had used not long ago with a very drug-addled stallion, Torleik felt it appropriate when he did not know anything about the unicorn, equine or pegasus he had just happened to come across.
Now it remained to be seen what he would learn from this one, and whether it would be useful to him.
05-11-2014, 04:33 PM (This post was last modified: 05-11-2014, 07:47 PM by Sialia.)
Sialia Odele My life must be like this, always going up.
I wasn't left to wait for long. Soft footfalls caught my attention, and I turned my bored attention to the sound. Out came a Unicorn, with dual horns, and blue eyes. He was the color of obsidian, with white rabicano markings. His voice traveled across to me, greeting, and asking what brought me here, to Helovia. "Helovia... I thought so." I watched the only slightly taller stallion, thinking of how respond to him.
"What brings me, is what brings most, I suppose." I answered. I had wandered, and this is where it brought me. Maybe most equine where not here to make bloodshed, but, you know, this stallion didn't know that. I moved forward, until I stood directly in front of this unknown stranger. I gave a slight, but formal, bow as I started to introduce myself. "I am Sialia Odele. I do not believe I caught your name, stranger."
I lifted myself up, and watched quietly. While waiting, I flicked my own royal blue eyes about the area. I moved my eyes back. "What herd are you from, hm?" I asked, watching the stallion. He had an air of aloofness about him, and maybe authority as well. He could possibly tell me about his herd, if he had one, and the surrounding area's. I had heard legends about Helovia, but they where just that. Legends. Sure they rang with truth, but things in the world change constantly. Helovia could be completely different than the legends.
That this mare was bored was something Torleik could see from the start. That was...interesting, the flatness in her eyes. Usually those who entered Helovia were wide-eyed in wonder, or suspicious of the new land, or curious as to where they'd ended up.
Not this one.
Somehow, she seemed to be expecting him to say that she'd ended up exactly where she'd intended to: Helovia. That made him wary, but Torleik supposed that this land, like any, could be left just as it was entered. He hadn't thought to try until now. The unicorn mare claimed to be brought here by what brought most others, and this struck him.
"And just what is it that brings others?" he queried, watching her observantly for any minor changes in her face, her posture, her voice. As brutish as he could be, Torleik was a thinker before anything else; an observer, not a reactor. She introduced herself as Sialia Odele and noted she had not received his name. No, she hadn't. It was purposeful. "I am Torleik the Bloodskald," he answered, testing out his own title on his tongue for the first time. The words felt strange, to know he had something else to be referred to now, but it was common amongst his people. He'd just never thought to earn a moniker himself. "Most simply refer to me as Torleik. Well met, Sialia," the dual-horned demon rumbled, glacial blue eyes looking over her again, trying to place her and her formality.
She asked what herd he was from, and Torleik cocked his head to the side, studying her more closely. So she knew there were herds here. How much else did she know about this place? Was she here for a reason? Had she been sent by someone? For purpose? Irelyn, curious as to her bonded's curiosity, descended from the sky and landed on Torleik's broad shoulders, peering out with owl-bright eyes at the female.
"??" was the equivalent of Irelyn's wordless, emotion-based query in his mind, and he returned the answer with a mental shrug. Annoyed by her companion's constant lack of answers, the owl-griffin hopped down and approached, assuming all unicorns were friends out of childish misunderstanding of the world, weaving between her hooves and inspecting her from the ground. Giving Torleik a mental shrug of her own, partially out of the intent to be irritating on purpose and partially because she found nothing out of what she would consider ordinary, Irelyn returned to her perch: the dual-horned stallion. Sitting atop his head and crossing her taloned and feathered front limbs, she looked rather self-important as his head decoration. Felines and avians were both rather regal, and combining the two meant it was impossible for Irelyn not to come off as such in moments like these.
"I am part of the Aurora Basin, north of here," the rabicano male answered simply. Why let her know he was mildly suspicious of her? "The herd is comprised of unicorns like us. Tell me, Sialia - what is it you believe you would offer to a herd like the Basin, were you offered a position within the ranks?" Torleik was quite aware his inquiry mirrored that of what Deimos had asked of him before he joined, and he remembered all too well the umbrage he'd taken when asked if he could be useful. He was not doing the same here; he would lead this mare back to the Basin whether she answered if she would be useful or not. He was, however, indulging his curiosity. The Basin General wanted to see what she would say.
Sialia Odele My life must be like this, always going up.
This stallion interested me. It was an odd feeling, this sudden interest. I was so used to being uninterested in everything. To me, he looked thoughtful.
His question caused a slight smirk to grace my features. "Accident, I guess." I replied. The stallion then replied with his name. Torleik the Bloodskald. So that was what this stallion was called. The words sounded odd coming from his mouth, as if they had not yet fit into place yet.
The Dark stallion then added that most refereed to him as Torleik., and that fit him better. He seemed to be simple, not in the stupid simple minded way, But, more of a get to the point simple. I liked it. It was refreshing. So many who refused to get to the point. It became infuriating. "Yes, Well met Torleik." Then his blue eyes where studying me, and I him. I debated whether or not I could trust this dual horned stud. He couldn't trust me, for certain. But he didn't know that. Then again, he could know, and he could be suspicious, and in that case I was getting rusty.
When I asked which herd he was from he cocked his head. I couldn't quiet figure out what he was looking for. But I could not continue my train of thought, as something caught my eye. A Owl Griffin landed on Torleik's shoulders. For a moment it was silent, then the beautiful creature leap off and come towards me. I lowered my head, and resisted the sudden urge to stomp the creature. But, the creature seemed to study me, and it weaved in and out between my legs. When the small critter stopped, she again took off, returning to Torleik. She looked very important atop his head, and very regal. Despite that I found it comical looking, I stifled the laugh.
But I truly had not seen something so interesting in such a long time. The feeling was so odd. I attempted to return my gaze to the icy blue eyes of Torleik, but I for once found it hard to concentrate. I did however listen intently. "Hm, what could I offer a herd like the Aurora Basin? I can fight, and I will listen to orders. So, I suppose I could be a mighty fine soldier." I just you know, have a nasty lust for power and I may try to over throw the ranked members above me. I had almost stated what was in my head, but decided against it. It was not a good first impression. After all, I didn't want to be unwanted. Even the darkest of souls want to be wanted.
"So, Are you the leader of the Aurora Basin? Or are you a soldier?" I inquired softly. Before glancing at the griffin. "Also, If I may ask, what is your griffins name?" I was curious, and it for once was a innocent curiosity, instead of a morbid one.
In the lands I had been through none of the equine had ever formed relationships between other creatures. It was strange to me, that here they did. It was amazing, and appalling, but how did the relationship work? I had entered this land bored out of my mind, and within five minuets I was already more curious than I had been in years. After my first year, life held no wonder for me any more. This stallion was interesting, and this relationship between him and the griffin was interesting. Then I wondered, where there others like this?
OOC: I hope this is good enough! It's hard getting back into writing.
"blah blah blah."
Accident...mmhhmm... he thought with disbelief that didn't radiate outward from inside his skull. "I see," was the neutral, verbal response. Accident did not seem to be the modus operandi of this particular mare. She seemed too...sure of herself. Too aware. And perhaps that was a good thing, for once, to welcome someone into this land who was not the equivalent of a mewling babe.
Torleik couldn't help that the feeling set him on edge, however, though he knew that many in the Basin gave him the same sensation. He was a forced fit there, a resident by his choice, not by nature of his fitting in. Would this Sialia Odele fit in, or would she be like him: a stranger in a familiar land? They shared pleasantries, aloof but polite, and he inquired as to what would make her useful to the Basin - and in turn, though unspoken, to him.
She claimed she could fight, be a soldier, one who listened to orders well. Listening does not guarantee obedience."I suppose we will see about that, won't we?" he rumbled. "Lord Deimos and Lady Illynx are the leaders of the Basin, whom I am sure you will meet, should you return with me. I, on the other hand, am the Basin's General. If you choose to be a soldier, you will serve under me." The wording was deliberate.
Torleik's glacial blue eyes flicked up towards the owl-griffin on his head and he kept his expression free from any particular emotion out of practiced self-preservation around mares and stallions he did not trust. "Her name is Irelyn. Have you come across an owl-griffin before? Most do not recognize her as such immediately," he observed. There was more to this mare than she was revealing, and perhaps the subtle hints to this she seemed to be giving off were intentional.
Very well, either way. He would inquire where it interested him or seemed important and leave it be where it did not.
"The Basin would be glad to add another soldier to its ranks. Do you wish to follow me back?" the Bloodskald queried, finding no point in dragging this on longer than it needed to be. Either she would become a good soldier, fill another necessary position, or he would drive her out. Simple as that.
------------------------------------
OOC: You're doing great! :D No worries!
Sialia Odele My life must be like this, always going up.
Obedience, Right with Respect in importance. But could I be obedient? I could try, for a small ammount of time. But I couldn't help my own true nature. I was wicked inside, Not a soldier. I craved power, I craved it like a inmate craves a woman's body.
I could play a part though, at least until I decided to make my move. When I decided that, Who knows, I might get what I want. But I had a problem. This stallion however, may end up in my way, which was a shame. I liked him as much as I could like him. His Griffin too.
I watched as his blue eyes flickered up at her, and then back to me. He repeated her name, and I smiled as he asked if I had came across her kind before. "I've come across many things, Torleik the Bloodskald, Owl-griffins are some of the few. Irelyn. That's a beautiful name."
I felt satisfied by this answer, as I felt I gave just enough away. I also felt that I was still vague and a mystery. But, as my curiosity wore off, the General, stated the Aurora Basin would welcome another soldier to it's ranks, and if I wished to follow him back. I got the sense that he was ready to move on, and wished not to drag out our small talk. I felt the same. I was impatient, and I was ready to see Helovia for all it's glory, and it's darkness too.
"Of course. Lead the way, General."
OOC: Haha, Okay. Cx By the way, I am very happy he doesn't trust Sialia. I wouldn't trust her either >.>'
"blah blah blah."
05-15-2014, 11:16 PM (This post was last modified: 05-15-2014, 11:19 PM by RedGod.)
OOC: :D lol. Yay! I will start up a welcoming thread for you soon, to formally introduce you into the Basin, but I'll go ahead and get you changed from "unclaimed" to Basin membership now so you can post elsewhere if you'd like!
.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
![[Image: 531c0b471919e]](http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/531c0b471919e)
