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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.
05-27-2014, 10:57 PM (This post was last modified: 05-27-2014, 11:50 PM by Torleik.)
Torleik The beard of glory...
The mare had elected to follow him home, and in a strange way, the Bloodskald felt as if he were taking advantage of her somehow. She knew nothing of him. He could be a liar, one ready to lead her back to some cave, push her against the wall and perpetrate violation and violence against her person. A frown Sialia didn't see crossed his features and the dual-horned stallion lead on.
"The Basin is not far from here; one perk of choosing it as your home upon entering Helovia," he rumbled, eyes glancing up when Irelyn's shadow wheeled over them once more. "When we arrive, I will attempt to summon our Lord Deimos and Lady Illynx, though I cannot guarantee they will come. I would not take offense if they don't show; I did not meet Illynx until some time into my stay in the Basin."
The Threshold eventually gave way to a cooler breath of air, even in the Birdsong warmth - a warmth, Torleik thought grimly, that was only going to get worse with the advent of Tallsun soon. He hated summertime. His coat and his hairy nature were not meant for such heat. It was not but an hour until they reached the entrance to the Basin, the singular sentinel looming ominously in the distance.
"That large piece of machinery was constructed by Ulrik the Engineer, my cousin," the General said with pride in his voice. "It can differentiate between those who belong in Basin and those who do not." And this thought gave him pause. Did it need to see her acceptance by the leaders of the herd? Would her being with him allow her passage? He was not sure; he had not inquired this of his mad cousin. To be safe, he halted them just beyond the sentinel, about at the place where he'd conversed with the strange addict stallion with the boggart, and took a deep breath.
A deep, reverberating call boomed from his chest, summoning the leaders of their herd to welcome a newcomer. If they did not show...well...he would risk walking Sialia past the sentinel. Surely it would not harm her while she was with him.
@[Deimos]
@[Illynx]
@[Sialia]
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OOC: Sorry this took a while. I've been so busy lately with apartment stuff it's been crazy. Also, Bunnie, take note. It is still the beard of glory lol.
Sialia Odele You're totally entertained, and I'm absolutely bored
I followed behind Torleik as we made our way to the Aurora Basin. The trip was quiet, as we barely spoke. I gazed around me with an impassive boredom, sometimes glancing at my companion, and well his companion. One thing I am shocked to not have noticed, That beard. I liked. I liked a lot. I was completely oblivious to the generals thoughts, unknowing to the frown he gave. If I could read minds, I would be wondering why he was thinking such odd thoughts.
As we began to reach the colder area of the Threshold Torleik began to speak. "The Basin is not far from here; one perk of choosing it as your home upon entering Helovia," My ears went forward, just as Irelyn's shadow passed us over head. I had to admit, for her kind she was beautiful. "Which is the furthest from the Threshold?" I asked softly, My voice was silky, quiet, a stark contrast from his deep rumbling rasp.
"When we arrive, I will attempt to summon our Lord Deimos and Lady Illynx, though I cannot guarantee they will come. I would not take offense if they don't show; I did not meet Illynx until some time into my stay in the Basin." I payed attention as he continued on with his words, stating to not take offense if the leaders did not show. "Being the leaders I'm sure they have there hands full." I could sympathize in my own way, and I wouldn't be offended if they did not show.
Then it was quiet once more. There was a heat in the air, but as we drew closer to my soon to be new home, the air became colder, and I gave an involuntary shiver. It wasn't that I like the heat, or that I liked the cold. I honestly couldn't really care less. Well, I take that back. I hated the unbearable heat. The suffocating heat. Whether it was dry or wet.
An hour later we where entering snow, and ahead? A huge piece of machinery stood tall, and proud at its post. It was beautiful, and I had never seen anything like it. "That large piece of machinery was constructed by Ulrik the Engineer, my cousin," His voice boomed with pride, it was un-hidden, raw. "It certainly is breathtaking." I stated, and smiled kindly.
"It can differentiate between those who belong in Basin and those who do not." He said, and I nodded. "I guess we will be finding out if I am worthy then, no?" I said, the words dancing playfully from my lips.
But before we made it through the gate and past the ominous he halted. He then made a deep bellowing call, and then it was time to wait, and wait until I could be accepted.
The devil bent my ear today about his magical elixir
That would make the sorrow go away
[ OOC: Beard of GLORYYYYY ~ ]
The Lady strides forth after hearing the call rising from the borders, recognizing the voice and pleased to hear it; they had been given few opportunities to speak ever since he had gone all that way with her in the heat of Tallsun to look for a ghost, and while she was not the sort to offer her thanks to anyone, she did feel a good deal more compassion and care for the General than most in her life for how he had helped her that day. Either way, a quick test of the wind determines that he is being useful, for the scent with him is foreign. She shouldn’t be surprised that it is female; she’s taken more than few eyefuls of him, herself.
Her babe bounces along behind her, a black and golden streak that makes irony out of her thoughts. She shouldn’t be thinking about anyone’s muscles with a child in tow, but she is also not the sort of woman to put others and their feelings above her own selfish whims, and she does not think of her thoughts on Torleik’s curving sinew as anything to take offense by. Hell, even Ulrik would have to admit his cousin was stacked, if you could look hard enough through his northern coating, and as with most selfish creatures, she admires all things beautiful.
It is why she gleams and flashes, her golden pelt covered for the time in the burgundy and platinum of her discovered armor, the tree’s gifted amulets jauntily singing against the metal as she trots towards the pair of unicorns standing just outside the sentinel’s imposing frame. Both mother and son come to a pause a polite speaking distance from the two, one golden eye lingering on the bronze unicorn towering over her just as her son nearly plows into his hard side, so focused on the infatuating metal steed that he had forgotten where to walk.
He snorts in aggravation with himself, bounding the last few paces between himself and his mother’s side and looking towards both with the same curiosity he regards all other unicorns with, lion’s tail sweeping gracefully behind him in light contemplation. They have missed any words that might have been spoken between the two of them, and the bitch silently curses that she was so far in the back of the Valley.
And where is Deimos?
She could almost sigh. All the talking seems to be left to her, again.
Don’t get her wrong, now, she adores the sound of her own voice, but sometimes she wishes that her counterpart (slowly she hated him less with each passing day he did not utterly fail her) had a social streak outside of attempting to murder everything and glaring silently. ”Welcome,” she says, her smile sweet and pure, such sharp contrast to her soul, ”I am the Lady Illynx, and this is my son, Rikyn.” The boy, already being schooled in how to speak to others and present himself in the most fine of manners, stands with his tiny little horn pointing towards heaven and his narrow, bony chest puffed forth as he attempts to stand with pride; its awkward, but endearingly so, her young prince already rising to meet her every expectation. His little head nods hello, a faint smile lining his lips.
The rise and fall of empires christened glorious pursuits and creeds through the toxic indifference of his everlasting indignation, conquering, devouring, persecuting, amidst the threads of murky ineptitude. A Regime threatening to crush them, then punctured beneath the weight of its own stupidity, chaos unraveling and threatening, sending them to tombs and catacombs, then unraveled in the midst of perseverance, and now, renewal asunder in the plunge of their calculations. Another new member brought from the doldrums of the Threshold, or perhaps plucked from the surrounding outlands, by their General, trumpeting and beckoning for the weight of his gavel. He followed the gesture with the slate of his terrible wake, brazen, intimidating, nefarious vestiges pulsing and maddening, strife aligned with nefarious intrigues and enigmatic warrens – though clearly not the first, for Illynx had arrived with her son, and he was forced into the social aspects of Lordship; sometimes a rumination he wanted to leave untouched and buried, eager for the shadows and darkness swallowing, corrupting, instead of offering his presence in forced forums and congregations. There were sovereigns to ruin and havoc to be unleashed, but he remained shackled and tethered to the acceptance of others, and so gestured lightly to each soul bearing their weight amidst the cold, the grandeur, the power and precision of the Basin. Torleik’s achievement was duly noted, Illynx’s introductions followed thereafter by his own in its blunt, hazardous scabbard. “Deimos.” The Reaper’s precise stare, a piercing vessel calculating, ruminating, pondering, dragged over to the stranger, black, scattered to oblivion, sword upon her brow; but what else did she hold besides the worthy enamel? Was she a creature of loathing, of diligence, of fortitude, or another dame found in the bulrushes, sent to their home by the kindness and altruism of the General? What were her talents, her convictions, her capabilities and faculties – useful, or ill apparent, sanctioned to dine in the halls of the futile and ineffectual? What were her aspirations, to climb the walls of glory, or to fester in the abominations of the weak, the downtrodden, the pointless? So, he queried, laid the question out for adequate response, for where she would choose to roam, to drift, in their vast holdings of prowess and promise. “What strengths do you possess?”