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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.
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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.
Dry, thick winds sprinted through his ebony locks as he took a stroll in the more green, lush part of the Threshold. Enjoying the lovely weather he basked in the sun. Folding his thick poles under him and settling under a peach tree Gustave Baudelaire awaiting the company he'd known would come. And perhaps if it didn't that would be a blessing on its own. Even as the tree's ruffled in agony of its branched arms being pushed and pulled by the wind and leaves being torn off while deadly snakes coiled around his trunk and birds pecked at its wood, he could not see or hear a soul close by. The gentleman was used to going days without interaction and it was becoming a regular thing but he was not planning on loosing his proper manners and etiquette skills anytime soon that was bestowed upon his since childhood.
Gustave made the outskirts of this foreign land called Helovia his home for a couple months now. He'd ventured away from his usual grooming techniques and now his once straight silky black locks were thick waves and curls, his feathering also began to create a few small waves o the surface, dirt collected at the split ends and the barely noticeable white strip of hair in his tail was hidden as a dark grey and blending into the rest of the ebony fluff.
By now he was nibbling distractingly on a peach he found laying around aimlessly without a owner at its stem. The handsome brute could wish nothing other than to find a purpose. His sky blue orbs shut slowly as he swallowed the last bite he took and laid his crown on the surface of his from legs. Mind dazing off slowly but his ears stayed alert for danger.
Even the most determined hearts must take a break from familial duty in order to do as they must by their herd. Or so the silver child told herself, as she alighted at the edge of the Threshold and folded her wings before venturing into the woods. Some deep part of her still hoped to catch a glimpse of golden scales or markings between the trunks of the the trees, even as she tested the air for the scent of strangers. Strangers whose scent carried not a trace of any herdland, or any territory she knew.
There, was that something? She turned into the slight breeze, inquisitive as she sought a better whiff of whatever or whomever she'd just caught wind of. Without fear or concern, the young dragon-hybrid strode deeper between the trees. She had become accustomed once more to the way the mists wreathed her home woods, and so was of mixed opinion to this forest she wandered through now. It was more open, bright, made her want to stretch her wings and mock the grasping branches that would make actual flight nearly impossible. But at the same time unknown and unwelcoming.
It was this that hurried her steps, enough so that she nearly missed the sight of the big black stud resting beneath a stray fruit tree. It was the glint of his horn that had her pausing and turning back, curving her long and sinuous tail through the air like a curious kitten deciding whether to leave well enough alone or pounce upon the unknown. He appeared to be asleep, eyes closed and figure relaxed, but she doubted any would seriously pursue a nap here. Her head bowed low, ears tipped forward to the point of nearly straining a muscle, and wings loosened from her sides in an unconscious gesture that bespoke of her preparedness to move swiftly away should the steps be necessary to take.
"Hello?" She inquired in her light, melodic voice, poised far enough away that she was safe from sudden lurching and flailing should she actually startle him from a nap. But her golden eyes gleamed with bright curiosity, putting the lie to the tentative precautions she'd made before saying hello.
Quite by accident, you have stumbled across the little clearing again. At first, you cannot quite place it—after all, last time you were here, the weather was ugly and you had more pressing things on hand than the scenery (Confutatis, for example). But soon enough, something clicks in your brain: this is the place of weary travelers, of beginnings and endings. It is the very threshold where you entered Helovia two seasons ago.
It’s funny to you how this in-between land seems so foreign only a few months later. You come and go from land to land as you please—Helovia is not the first strange country you’ve visited by far—but to you, it feels as if you have been here much longer than you actually have. It’s strange how time works as you get older. The days fly by, and every successive year seems shorter than the one before, but here, every sunny day seems to blend into one indistinguishable amount of time. Maybe it’s the amount of time you have spent alone since your arrival, but nevertheless, two seasons feels like one long, boring eternity. Briefly, you toy with the idea of going back from whence you came, but you know that there is nothing for you there. Besides, you haven’t quite gotten a handle on this place, figured out how it works and who’s in charge. The mystery is compelling enough to leave you lingering. No, you will not go just yet. The party has barely begun!
You emerge from behind a large tree, and suddenly, a stranger comes into view. The stag is massive, and though he is on the ground, it is obvious that much bigger than you. He is downwind, and will easily be able to scent you, but it is too late to do much about it except for run, and turning tail like a lily-livered coward is something you absolutely refuse to do. Come on, Sheba, you chide yourself. It’s not like you haven’t handled big boys before. The thought brings a smirk to your ebony lips, and your ego purrs contentedly. With a new grace in your step, you stride towards the stranger.
However, you are not alone. A filly has wandered into the clearing, and she too surveys the prone figure. Your tail twitches in annoyance (you found him first!), but she is merely a child, no threat to you. If anything, she is bold—if she wants to be the one to prod the sleeping giant, you will let her. Curtly, you nod a silent greeting to the scaly-winged pegasus and await the stranger’s awakening.
Once accepted into herd life, there are things one should become used to and aware of what tasks you should be doing. If you leave, maybe it's even best you find something useful to do, bring something back.
Glad to be free of the clutches of confinement, and thinking of the better of the herd(and how she had lacked in tasks since her return), found each step leading into the cool shade of trees and pull of undergrowth that littered the floor of the Threshold. Each arrival would be tired, weary, most likely untrusting of tthose that came with intentions of taking them home with them. Every one, in the end, became a mindless subject to the whole, but the idea had yet to pass through her thoughts when she left home.
Every one needed someone, and everyone had their part to play in it.
A faint voice graced ears, each mounted cup turning forward and ready to meet the arrival of a body that was unknown to her, someone desperate to find home or holding an attitude that would make even the most loving mothers frown. She's got a name to that attitude, and that name was the reason she'd been given bad looks in the past.
When she gets to them, a pinge hits her heart and her stomach follows with a knitting twist.Slow, each step barely pressing into the earth and leaving a mark, their opening becomes more filled when her presence is given out.
They pay her no mind, and she's glad they don't. Teachings that made her some comfortable with the faces she knew, ones that kept her calm and level head, flew out the window. No remake of her last time here make a reappearance; there are no living dead who are loved ones wandering between the gaps of the trees and cloaked in their shade.
Soft, sweet, but low toned, a note gathers in her throat and rises out like she's swallowed an oyster that can't stay in her stomach. Not that horses ate oysters.
Her note is enough to turn heads her way, to have them pay glances to her and see a girl becoming woman who is paying debts to puberty. Her legs are long, her rib cage narrow and Birdsong fat gone to show faint ribs. The Dragon's Throat has more than enough food to keep inhabitants plump, her weight is low as she's lost sleep to her tangled mind. There isn't much interest to food to go with.
Sikeax, of the Dragon's Throat. How are you?"
The final three words are simple, intended for all that stand with her, including the large male laid beneath a tree. He seems casual to those coming for him with greed on their minds
She must be like them, greedy because their homes want more to populate their walls so that their numbers rise, and along with it, their strength, power, and influence.
ooc: Please tag me if you can! It'll be easier and faster for me to reply.
His ears twitched, he could hear wings flapping and a light thump in the distance. Awaiting the animal to come closer another soon joined it, The Baudelaire stallion flung his eyes open and made it to his full height. His jagged horn shied in the remaining sunlight that peeked through the trees that blocked it. Before him was a yearling, quite extra ordinary looking with smooth dragon scales that raided only certain areas of herself. Gustave felt slightly uneasy being around the yearly but his dislike for children soon settled as he turned his attention to the pearly grey female unicorn. Her age was quite settled in her bright but sunken eyes, she couldn't be that much older than him because he has to admit- she looked good. But Gustave didn't let that blur his mind and he refused to drool over the mare.
"Hello?"
He blinks idly at the filly, awaiting her purpose. he not towered over both and was at a loss of words to say. So like any respecting male would do, Gustave Baudelaire bowed his head in the presence of the ladies for he was thankful they came in peace.
Then another joined the small crowd. This time she was a light honey with brown legs that inched up halfway stopping at her knees, another foal but this one seemed quite....melodramatic and full of energy, not that he minded being in the company of a one of a kind fellow unicorn.
Sikeax, of the Dragon's Throat. How are you?
"Good afternoon Ladies. I am the best I can be as a outcast but I suppose manners brought you to ask such a question and not genuine concern of me. My birth name is Gustave Baudelaire but Gus is perfectly fine. How are we doing on such a lovely day?"
ooc: oh thank you all for replying! And sorry I don't know how to tag people :( x - x
Mild surprise slid through the silver child as the big stallion was quick to gain his feet and just as quick to dismiss her. A trickle of indignancy had her withdrawing a step and collecting herself. Her wings tucked against her sides and she held herself upright, gone silent as she contemplated this oddity. Never before in her short life had she been so swiftly glanced at and ignored. It was odd, to say the least, and she might have been inclined to anger if she had more of an inclination toward vanity. Instead, she was merely irritated by the stallion's rudeness.
That irritation was shown only in the twitching of her tail, the tasseled tip flicking back and forth to an unheard beat. Her golden eyes shifted inquisitively toward the pale mare who'd wandered up shortly after she herself had, who seemed to keep the stallion's attention much better than her own unusual appearance did. It made her wonder why, even as a twitch of an ear caught the sound of yet another approaching. A quirk of humor tugged at her lips to realize that she was the odd one out in another way... all but she wore horns.
But it was the appearance of this third mare... filly would be a better term, since the one who introduced herself as Sikeax appeared to be of an age with the silver child. It was Sikeax's introduction that finally drug words out of the stallion instead of just a polite nod. So his name is Gustave? An odd name for an odd stallion, but she wouldn't say as much to his face.
"It is a good day to be out and about," the silver child conceded in response to this Gustave's polite banter. "I am Semira, of the World's Edge." Manners were manners, after all! "What brings you to Helovia, Gus?" A small part of her wanted to ask him why he had dismissed her without even saying hello back, but she restrained herself. It would be rude, and she was determined to be better than that, better than him.
It is not until a second child has joined your little circle that the beast, who has risen at the scaly-winged’s “hello” begins to speak. Immediately, you notice that he has a funny, almost conciliatory way of talking. To you, his voice seems hollow and his tone distant, as if he speaks with the empty politeness of a servant. Gus he calls himself, but you turn the foreign name over in your head thoughtfully, wondering if he originates from anywhere you’re familiar with. “Enchantée, Monsieur Baudelaire,” you murmur in your mother tongue, trying to catch his eye for any hint of recognition. The greeting slips past your lips with the correct lilt of your French accent, but the words feel rusty in your throat, and you realize how long it has been since you have used them. You do not offer your own name, though the other three have given theirs. If the charming Monsieur Baudelaire would like to know, he may ask you himself. You will gladly give it to him then, no sooner and no later.
The first filly (Semira, as she has introduced herself) inquires what brings the stag to Helovia, and you tilt your head curiously, awaiting the answer as well. Is he a convict, or an exiled king? An escaped slave or a defeated lover? Or is he merely prone to wanderlust, as it seems so many stallions are apt to be? Briefly, you wonder if he will discuss his past at all. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a bit cagey—after all, you wouldn’t initiate storytime with a group of strangers, especially two just out of infancy.
As you look around the circle, surveying the little girls (what was the other one’s name? Sick-something?) and the young stud, it occurs to you that Semira is from the World’s Edge, which you have briefly visited, and the other is from the Dragon’s Somewhere. You make a mental note to investigate these herdlands—having trekked into the wilds just after arriving in Helovia, you know very little about herd life in this place, and you feel that it is to your disadvantage. After all, it will be rather difficult to play with this puzzle if you don’t have all of the pieces.
Muscles, clearly powerful beneath his midnight coat, rippled and brought him to stand before them. The winged girl, whose unique features caught her attention, stepped back. With her eyes admiring her peer, she instinctively copied her companion and gave a snort, not one of aggression, one brought forth by a thought she doesn't become conscious of. It's there, she had been told to do so, and it only seemed something that her species should do at a time like that.
Forced forward the eagerness to listen all of their words, his Gustave, the winged's Semira, which reminds her momentarily of Amara's companion with the closeness, and the foreign sounds of the palest's voice. They all have something special to them while she can do nothing but offer a polite tone and concern for those about her.
Their lips hush, and she takes her chance. "I am just fine, thank you for asking. Has your travels here been well, is there anything we can offer you to make you feel at home in our, and hopefully your new, home?"
A warm smile passes to her facial features. This is no race to take a man who is new and homeless home to their ranks, to make him another nameless creature mounted on a shelf to be used when he is needed. No, she intends to show that he as a living being means more, and that he has purpose.
In all truths, it was not her first rodeo, she had done this before, but this go around she was not frowned and looked down upon as in the past. She kept manners, concern, and all else in check, and left the rest behind when it was not needed.
Ooc: That's okay! You tag some like this: @[namegoeshere]
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