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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.
06-04-2014, 12:18 AM (This post was last modified: 06-04-2014, 12:20 AM by Sikeax.)
Tallsun came out to be unlike what she had expected. Her first had been nothing but a light, airy memory passed with great speed, never having enough strength and time to take a grasp to her mind and find a foot hold. It became lost with other parts of her memories. The more she searched, the more she became aware of what had faded away. There was still a large hole to fill, but things that occurred within her childhood quickly became blurred with it. She scolded herself for not even remembering what the Foothills looked like bathed in snow in a picture perfect world from her first few days, any of the other children she had met along the way that were not Sacre and Amara. No one got a strong hold on her. Even Tonka, a man she once idolized and wanted so desperately to be like, began to fade away from her thoughts at a gradual pace.
Her leave from the desert was meant for herbs, ones she spent hours dragging herself through the process of digging, searching, pushing away undergrowth and other plant material to get to precious healing plants. In the end, she came out empty-handed and low spirited. Returning home without them would make her seem less useful in her purpose. The idea itself left her with an annoyed snort.
Her pace was easy, her direction laying northward as if she would return to the North again. Viewing the lights in the sky again would bring her some sort of relief. Going back to a place where she could be alone would allow her the ability to rethink her recent options in life, and how she was to go about them. A stone tossed within the pit of her stomach when she came to think of Amara, of how she thrown so much unnatural hatred and fury to the direction of the one she found herself closest to in her shattered life. If there was friendship to be salvaged from the relationship that she was now carrying with the winged female, then she would take her chances and see where it would allow her to run to.
Dusk settled in comfortably by the time that the trees stood tall and gazed down upon her, basked in the vibrant palette of colours, a dark indigo where the night was the strongest set to the distance. A low hum rose from unknown destinations to the sound of Cicadas calling out for mates. Her ears flickered about the top of her head, slowing to a walk with her head hung to a comfortable position when she passed through the trees.
For a moment, she let the idea that the insects had stopped their song(that was becoming a nuisance after only a few moments there), before the volume was raised and brought to a higher pitch. A sigh slipped past her, eyes casted downwards while she tried to release the weight of annoyance from her shoulders. As a younger one, she would of stopped to yell and complain about their noise. She had been one to be angered easily at that time, screaming at inaminate objects as if they would become enraged with her young attitude and extend a branch or something to hit her hard enough that a lesson would take seed in her mind.
She caught the tempo of their song along the way, extending her stride at the sight of cool, calming water before her. They didn't seem the least insulted when she came to hum the tune, letting the first foreleg be placed into the embrace of aqua. The indigo shades that once acted as back drop took full charge of the sky as she slid her chest into place, allowing a relaxing sigh.
OOC: Dragon's Throat patrol of the Secret Grove.
If Veci wants to mess with her, she's scared of anything decaying.
@[Hector]
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
Through the dense heat of the bright afternoon, Hector sailed into the east on patrol, glossy orange eyes scouring hungrily the rolling world of green below. It had been many weeks since the great tri-bred had moved beyond the boundaries of his beloved desert home. The herd was slowly expanding, new faces were spilling down from the north, and he remained on high alert not quite able to shake the impression of the Darkness from his memory. Dragon’s Throat was more vulnerable than ever he could remember it being, and for the time being he could not rest comfortably. Nevertheless, a task had been set- to scout through the grove by coastline beneath the edge, and obediently the soldier had parted from the sand.
As he passed rapidly over the Meadow’s meandering stream below propelled by the mild summer breeze, he dipped his glorious wingspan a little so that he might begin to descend. The thick tree line bordering the middle-land grew steadily larger the further his journey progressed, until at last the swishing grass and gurgling water course (not that at the altitude he travelled either were overly obvious) were behind him. Hector bristled warily as the breeze intensified, ears lancing backwards to lie atop the flapping, snapping length of his fiery red mane as it flow in his wake. He knew he was near the coast, salt soon tinged the flavour of the previously fresh air, and by then too, if he had wished to unravel the length of his limbs they might have scraped along the rough canopy of the various trees reaching to the sun.
He began at once to search for an opening in the thick forest, aware that somewhere beneath, the Grove’s perimeter would be not so visibly defined. The enormous warrior stallion was not even certain if it had been breached already. Ahead he noticed a fault in the vivid green awning and angled his path towards it. Surely enough, an old tree had failed and as he sank into the void tangerine eyes noted the great timber body rotting in a bed of thick, festering litter. He had not often visited the area, and detected all too quickly the strangely sour moisture tang in the air. The soil too was damp, and the sickly weight of Birdsong’s humidity seemed not to have faded much. He was no fan of clammy weather, favouring the stark burning aridity of his home- that which reflected their God of the Sun so perfectly.
A bothered snort erupted from the flare of his nostrils sending a swarm of flies fumbling for balance. The dim hue of a setting sun cast shadows still deeper across his sweated-strewn chestnut coat, and he peered up through the gaping hole in the Grove’s roof to bid silent farewell to the sun. Certainly he imagined not returning to the skies soon enough to view the beauty of true sunset. Afterwards, Hector set on his way still towards the east, careful gaze drinking steadily the unfamiliar landscape surrounding. Still the shrill call of settling cicadas filled the air, so that unless he strained at length, he could hear not much else. In these parts the creatures were bold and quite unfazed by his passing through.
He had not walked much longer when the sweet scent of clean water graced his rattling nostrils. Instantly his chin lifted higher to test the air further, and his wing feathers ruffled eagerly where the clutched just clear of his strapping body. Guided by thirst he went deeper through the trees until the shimmering pool began at last to wink invitingly at him between trunk and bough. Arriving by its rim, the stallion sank his lips to drink, only lifting again once thick saliva again laid slick across his tongue. That was when Hector noticed the movement nearby. The part of her that stood above the water seemed doused in the dust from the desert, and he thought at once that it was she who had been set as his patrol partner. "Evening, " he called quietly- conscious of the peacefulness surrounding. "Are you the one called Sikeax?"
@[Sikeax]
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
Handed to her ears with a gentle, soothing sway, each mounted cup flickered around to welcome the following sounds of a masculine voice. Now fully aware of her company, she pushed the remaining parts of her body into the water's eager embrace and turned her head to look at who owned the voice. "That wou- Oh." She had remained so unknown of her other family members. Not many names graced her mind and she had no good ideas of what to expect when it came to meeting them up close. The name of her patrol partner was Hector. She'd never expected Hector to tower over the world in the great height that he had, one that left her eyes wide, fumbling over words as if she had no response to give.
Truthfully, she didn't. Each thought was tripping over itself because she had never seen one so tall. "Oh," She laughed in an easy tone to gather the awkward and takes it somewhere unseen. "yes, I'm Sikeax. Please call me Sia, though. You must be Hector."
Swept forward and treading water, she twirled her body in the water, tail held atop the surface and dragging behind in a lazy fashion until it was pulled away when hooves could be placed on solid ground. The rest of her body followed, pulling herself out completely with thin trails of water pooling at the ground beneath. Her gaze pulls up and she attempts eye contact.
His eyes are like fire and the markings to his chest are the flames produced by them. They were hard to ignore while they remained shoved in her face with the rest of his muscles.
If she'd been the same height of some of those that she knew, she could expect herself to thrown under his wings. Literally. His height had such a gain on her. "I've never seen someone as tall as you before, sorry for staring. I didn't mean to."
Reminded of the task at hand, her gaze left him and everything that was handed over to her so quickly to take in their landscape. Indigo light began to replace the explosion of colours that roared across the growth in what seemed only moments ago. Did time pass that fast, or was I admiring that long? The light offered by her horn cascaded across her facial features as her eyes shifted about. There wasn't much, there never was.
She remembers pulling an orb from the water in the past, and in habit, checks for any glowing orbs. None. "Well, guess we should walk around and look for interesting things before the night swallows them?"
@[Hector]
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
Pale blue eyes flicked towards where he lingered, the reflection of bright sky girt with many intricate hues of green, shimmering around her, pristine and pure; and the stoic nature of Hector’s ivory embellished expression softened instantly. He was a sucker for feminine grace- even that shown by one so young (as she appeared initially to be), and couldn’t help the slight tweak of smile as it startled his still lips, as she seemed to size him up. Naturally his figure was an awesome sight, but for the benefit of her pretty fluttering gaze, the stallion opened at once his enormous wingspan towards the heavens above; stretching, flaunting, flecks of fire-like golden shimmering as the sun beat down upon them, and twisted his neck ostentatiously to display the matching fire tattoo rising along his throat.
Hector wasn’t cursed like many with arrogance. His show was harmless, if not a little exaggerated for her viewing pleasure.
As extended tendons recoiled and the rippling sinew beneath his glossy copper coat began to settle, the soldier found his own attention draped across the conical example of ethereal beauty, of timeless perfection and grace; the glowing sapphire horn atop her brow. It was an attribute they’d both been blessed with and he couldn’t help but admire how lovely hers was. She laughed finally, almost awkwardly, but Hector didn’t mind, he chuckled reassuringly and thrust a powerful knee upwards, thrashing in turn with a solid, round hoof at the waters stilled surface. "Well met Sia. I am he, yes." Fondly he peered down at his desert-sister.
As she began to move towards him, limbs paddling, visible in the crystal clear pool, the chestnut moved a little from her path and folded down quivering feathers to rest snug by his flanks. Still though, there were trees too close around them for him to truly clear the way, and her sodden frame spilt across the muddied bank beneath his (unavoidably, inadvertently) domineering height. He shuffled about her awkwardly until a little more space could be given and eventually their eyes came to meet.
Sikeax apologised and Hector’s nostrils rattled thoughtfully. She needn’t have... "No hard feelings," he offered as tenderly as he ought, turning in unison with her own eyes as they wandered clear to scan the landscape surrounding. The grove’s light shade brought evening upon them far quicker than expected, and he noticed the subtle illumination of her horn, its delicate glow decorating her soft features in almost ghostly light. "After you..." He gestured with one wing for her to lead the way- naturally he would guard her, and began quickly to survey the area for other movement. "Tell me," the stallion asked also before stepping away, "What role do you play back home?"
[ooc: EEEEK OMFG I’M SORRY. I forgot all about this -kicksself-]
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
For her, he is charming, someone who brings out a low giggle and a warm hearted smile with his display. No one has put such a show on for her, and it must be a blessing that she never birthed with the ability to the blush. If it was so that it seemed she could hold a blush at him(who would not at that, anyway), it was more than likely to be sunburn. She'd spent the majority of Tallsun begging for some sort of immunity. No such good fortune had been given in her direction, or either she was too blind to see it. "Well, Hector, you're extremely handsome, if you might allow me to say." She dips her head in, moving it so that when she has left the aqua embrace she had been so close to only moments ago, her horn would not strike him. "Are there ladies back home that follow you to admire your muscles and vibrant colours?" The flirting that taints her lips, if that is what it is called, feels so odd.
Large masses of feathers, bone, blood, muscle, all that constructs the massive, almost giant structure, moves almost suddenly, she dances on her hooves, striking the soft earth to avoid a collision with them. He motions her forward, one she takes quickly. The two of them are almost too large to keep together, but she doesn't move far from him. So quickly, he becomes important to her. She see's the importance of keeping him around.
Conversation sparks up from his lips, asking what she does when it comes to servicing in the good of the herd. "I'm a healer, working with herbs. My original goal when I came to the Throat was to heal and learn, but I'm more interested in all I've been given and what I can do to return it now. How about you?"
Naturally, she's expected him to be a soldier. Call it stereotypical, but his mass and well-oiled parts fit the description perfectly. Crickets, Locusts, and bird songs fill her ears, the indigo light becoming a darker shade as the light rising from her horn becomes brighter. In all truths, the amount put out never changes. The amount of natural light admitted lowers, allowing her light to be reflected more. Ferns and trees begin to take in her light, barely visible but there. Shrinking pupils make it difficult to see into the dark, one she is now hoping he takes advantage of his nonflourescent horns. The idea itself makes her smile, moving her head to stare at a quarter moon reflected across the lake.
OOC: Pffft. It's okay! I love him, btw.
@[Hector]
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
Ladies? He considered her playful question with a quietly tilted skull and a generous smile. No The constant necessity to train, spar and patrol left little room to dabble in the pools of emotion; in the callous world feminine wiles. Hector had secured one a long time ago, but he’d been young, inexperienced and mostly infatuated by her conniving beauty. Only hollowness lingered in her wake and there was a sickening void in his memory where the maturing faces of two babes should have been. He chuckled, a deep, rumble rising from his chest. "Nay sister, I am a poor lonely soul." The stallion appreciated her sense of humour and dipped his horned skull grimly, unable though to clear his expression enough to pull off the plight. Instead he coughed a little, clearing his throat, and explained, "There is no time in a soldiers life spare enough for such luxuries." It was just a handy coincidence that Sikeax had been gifted as his partner this season, and he felt already warmed to her fair company.
The young mare shuffled beneath him, organising herself where his shadow fell thick, and Hector did his best to accommodate her- wary naturally of that weapon wielded by her lovely face. As she stepped to lead from their cover by the edge of the water, he drew a breath. Scout the area, he told silently his bonded Boggart, not confident with the knowledge held about the area. He’d travelled much of Helovia, but the copper hybrid had favoured apparently those regions to the east, much closer to home. Veci slipped from their presence quickly then, a breath lost upon the breeze.
Hector followed the honey-hued mare at a comfortable distance, respectfully so, though she seemed to harbour his presence in good faith and not hurry ahead. Steady cups listened as she spoke, intrigued. Perhaps one day she would tend to him with her skills, the herbs mentioned (though he knew nothing of the art of healing and imagined such only to be tasty fodder). A soldier’s work was not without its dangers, and the army relied heavily on those gifted menders to return their health quickly. Thoughtfulness glazed his eyes as they focused ahead, unintentionally fixing across the gently oblivious swing of her narrow, young hips. "A simple soldier." He answered when she returned the question. Nothing nearly as magical. He didn’t mind though. It was a service he gave both willingly and devotedly. He was grateful to the Resolute for all that she’d done for him, and though his heart did tire of the toils of war; his mind weary for constant need to better himself, he honoured the confidence she’d instilled in him with loyalty.
As they trekked on through the tangles of vine and velvet furred ferns, the light grew still dimmer and the cool accent of her horn brighter. Though it wasn’t nearly as stark as the glory of the sun, Hector was pleased by its aid and grateful all the more that Sikeax was with him. The coppery giant wasn’t intimidated by any stretch of the imagination- there were far darker, more ominous places for a Pegasus warrior to cross, but he wasn’t fool enough to dismiss help offered. The grove was silent, save for the natural chorus of the night, and the occasional crunch of a misjudged step.
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
What she finds from her partner is simplicity, one plain that has become unusual to see. From what she is learning, he is one that she has become to doubt no other would be like. No one seemed to be set on their great abilities as he did, and she found a small amount of faith in her, and a thin dusting of admiration that she had never felt in the past. In all, he was a warming blanket without even having to touch her.
A little part understands his loneliness, nodding slowly as he says the words. The cold air of the North brought more loneliness then anything else could ever bring, and for what nights she did not have Adrixaura near to keep her warmth, and to bring safety mothers were entasked with bringing. By that point, the majority of their band had faded out as if candle light in a rainstorm. It was made not to survive. "It seems that loneliness is becoming much of a plague, isn't it? You could always make time for such. It's bad for the heart." Her words are meant to be kind, offering comfort if he was to need in it how none did not need his presence. Any presence offered to herself was greedily taken. There was always a constant need to fill her voids, but some refused to fill, and if they did, drained quickly as if a plug that held them in was removed. "If you want, you're more than free to spend time with myself, for you start feeling lonely." Greedy, needy.
At the thought, she tosses her head, shaking it where she has to stop and stamp a hind hoof in annoyance as of herself. Jumping when something does pass her by, she uses it to her advantage, playing it off as a reaction to whatever was unseen passed. She was never much for ghosts, but the feeling left her uneasy. "Would you like to walk beside me?" Their space had come to open more, and yet, while she wouldn't let herself admit that she was frightened by what she could not see in what was now full night, she was desperate for what seemed to bring closer protection. She was made to heal, never to charge into battle as he was. Things that went bump in the night could rattle her bones, and spark fear to her. His strength and size were what made her more comfortable, the horn that had once been a blessed night light could no longer have the task done.
@[Hector]
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
Her words were a comfort, pulling the private stallion from thought; from contemplation and consideration, though he did not again speak. Words were fine for those loose tongued creatures filled to the brim with opinion, but Hector had not the mind to share his feelings unnecessarily. He was built and trained for war, not conversation. A light, thoughtful smile leaked instead through his cool expression and he nodded, agreeing. Perhaps if ever he found reason enough to part with the duties he so faithfully tasked himself to (enthusiasm faded, his motivation grew vague), young Sikeax would be among the first he would fall to for company. She was forgiving, accepting, all of which he respected.
He found not the same comfort in crowds that many did though, and preferred a lot of the time to linger from their reach- both emotionally and in person.
The pale, horned mare startled ahead of her as they progressed northeast through the grove, just beyond the shining face of the pool from which she’d emerged. Hector’s wings flared readily and the sinew beneath taught copper rippled reflexively, oblivious to the thoughts of hers which had provoked the sudden movement. He was there to protect her (and to a lesser extent, probably bond), and vigilantly his gaze combed the surrounding copse of trees for sign of company. To his rear, the long leonine tail swept left and right, fiery-red tendrils swishing between the foliage to either side of the rough track they followed.
She asked him suddenly if he’d rather walk by her side, and carefully he closed tighter his wings around the bugle of his great barrel. Hector slipped left of her, nose rattling with quiet approval and the warmth radiating from her smaller body drew thicker the sweat to stain his own, feathers brushing frequently against her as they moved. She built confidence throughout his powerful physique; a sense of reason and longing that were rare in recent times, and his fondness increased- even if the value was thus far superficial. Perhaps this foundation being laid would lead down the line, to a deeper kind of friendship.
As they passed through the darkening cover of night, it became apparent that they were quite alone and that nothing unusual gave reason for concern- there would be nothing to report when they returned home. A heavy sigh slipped from the stallion’s parted lips. "I feel our time would be better spent patrolling a land more occupied," he thought aloud, and turned an eye to find any expression crossing her pretty features. "Did you want to make our way north?"
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
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