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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.
She hadn't been to these parts of Helovia in a long, long time.
Bitter memories remained here, swaying in the weeping tree-lines and swimming beneath the pristine, crystal clear waters that lapped at the shoreline of the grove. They haunted her, reminded her of a life that was no longer hers to live, back when she was a soldier, a warrior, a protector... A mother, a lover.
It was rare anymore that bitterness stole the Haflinger's heart. The petite, yet muscular creature had given her heart to the freedom of the road, to the freedom of a gypsy, but occasionally bouts of uncertainty and yearning would fill her ample bosom. It was a yearning to return to those that she loved, to those that danced around a lonely spot in her brain, to return the lands that she had once called 'home'.
... Yet she couldn't.
Such a brutal, violent lifestyle wasn't hers to have anymore. Romani much preferred the peaceful tranquility that came with living alone, with roaming the lands and being wherever her heart took her that day. Today, it was the Secret Grove, a lush haven from the summer heat that she hadn't stepped hoof into since conceiving little Jasiri. In an instant a heavy, determined stone wall dropped between her and those thoughts, those memories, and the golden-red palomino steeled herself against the barrage of pain that they brought. That was then, this was now... She was no longer that mare. Her family had changed, had warped, and Xanthos nor Jasiri were longer around. Where they had gone, she didn't know... But perhaps that was for the best.
Besides, this place held far more than just bad memories. This was the place where she had received Kasai, years ago, and that alone was a blessing in itself. Her companion had been just that; a friend, a loved one, a shoulder to lean on when she was feeling uncertain or afraid, or doubting herself like now.
Breathy dark lips lowered to suck in large mouthfuls of sweet, cool water from the shoreline, and at her side Kasai licked up water using her sand paper tongue. Sweat and dust coated the Haflinger's round barrel, a visage to the roads she had begun to travel over the course of the last few seasons. Lifting her head, the mare swallowed the cool liquid that coated her tongue and coughed once, jerking her head back to rid her azure gaze of the cumbersome ivory forelock which never seemed to stop growing.
"We'll rest here for awhile," Romani murmured to Kasai, turning her head to eye the white tigress with a gentle smile, "Then we'll continue on once the sun has lowered." The large cat looked up to the Haflinger and growled a soft response, and her words echoed in Romani's mind.
'And stay out of the heat?'
The palomino chuckled breathily. "Yes, Sweet. And stay out of the heat."
@[Archibald] THE DAUNTLESS :D
And Scars are Souvenirs You Never Lose
The Past is Never Far
Did You Lose Yourself Somewhere Out There?
Did You Get to be a Star?
It had been years since Archibald had traveled to the Secret Grove. This had never been a place of solace for the warlord, the air of romance and the smell of love plastered it too deeply. Before Circe, the Dauntless had taken no interest in mares, knowing they would defeat his purpose in this world--at least, the purpose Mandrake had given him. Now, his mother was gone, Circe was his love, and he had two healthy sons that were making their way in this world. Mandrake had been wrong about mares--or, Circe was the exception. He was still powerful, newly named Captain of the World's Edge after coming out victorious in a battle against three others and two companions. Now he was traveling to find his mate, his dearly beloved. He needed her, wanted her to walk by his side into this new herdland, to serve again with him and have a gleam in her eyes as she tossed her body around in the dancing of battle.
Emerging from a cluster of trees, the Dauntless and his bitch in sync lowered their muzzles to drink from the cool waters of the grove's pond. Ears swiveled atop the king's head, searching for sounds in the most instinctive sort of manner. Lifting his head, with water droplets falling from his pale lips, he did find another. The small, stocky body with the golden red hide caught his attention easily, and brought memories flooding back. Romani. The woman had once fought as a warrior beneath his command, but that had been eons ago. He had not spoken to her since he was usurped. Loretta licked her muzzle. Go. She pleaded, looking up at him with knowing amber eyes before she plodded her way towards the halflinger mare and her tiger.
The behemoth followed his bitch, his head raised in its usual manner. His golden eyes ran over her body, noticing signs of wear and tear that had not been present they day he, quite literally, threw her to the ground. She smelled of no particular herd, and he guessed that the life of a vagabond, a gypsy, had taken the toll on her as it had him. Clearing his throat, Archibald slowed and stopped, weight squared over his massive hooves. "It has been long, Romani."
Kasai was the first to realize that they were no longer alone. The white tigress, lithe and careful, turned her head with a quirked white-spotted ear towards the sounds of the approaching figures. While the tigress knew that her bond-mate had many an acquaintances, she did not recognize the colossal form of the behemoth nor his canine companion, and the large cat's icy-blue orbs lingered upon the Malamute with unabashed curiosity.
'Roma? Visitors.'
The Haflinger, the fallen warrior as she was, shifted where she stood, and it was in the midst of turning herself to face their visitors that the deep, baritone vocals of the Dauntless surrounded her. Azure oculars widened minutely before focusing again on the large giant who stood before her, so calm, so held together like a soldier should have been. Her eyes roamed his large figure and thick, impressive musculature, taking in the years of change that had been brought to him, as well as to his companion Loretta. Gods, how many years had it been since she had seen the Dauntless last? Far too many... It had been when she had lived in the Foothills, and Jackal had usurped Archibald's rightful throne. A soft, sad sigh left her lips.
What did he think of her now that she had fallen so far? Was he ashamed? Or did he understand? Life was a cruel thing... They had both felt that first hand. Hadn't they?
"Hello, Archibald," Romani replied smoothly and with a deep-seated respect, "And Loretta." Here, she dipped her head towards the red-toned Malamute and offered the canine a gentle smile before the palomino's eyes found the golden orbs of the Dauntless. "Aye, it... It has been a long time. I'm glad to see that you're well. Has life been kind to you, my friend?"
My friend...
Perhaps Archibald wouldn't expect those words to come from her dark lips, but to Romani, that's what Archibald was. He had given her a chance to prove herself when no one else had, and even though he had thoroughly throttled her, it was he who had sent her on the just path of the warrior.
And Scars are Souvenirs You Never Lose
The Past is Never Far
Did You Lose Yourself Somewhere Out There?
Did You Get to be a Star?
Loretta eyed the tigress carefully, her amber eyes wary of the unknown creature. It was around her size, a shrunken version of her larger ancestors built and designed to bond to horses, but Loretta knew strength and power when she saw it. She did not feel fear towards this striped creature, for Mandrake's claws were much larger and much worse, and Loretta knew the halflinger mare to be a kind one, but there was a silent respect that the malamute gave to the feline. Glancing towards Archibald, the bitch watched as his stoic face softened a little, his posture still formal but comfortable in the wake of the mare.
Archibald shifted some, left hind hoof tipping to balance his weight in a relaxed manner. Even after all this time apart, the Dauntless felt comfortable in Romani's presence, and now they looked into each other's eyes as equals. He was no longer her leader and teacher, she no longer his warrior and pupil. Her cerulean eyes had not changed much, they were bright and hopeful with pools of kindness and forgiveness in their depths. She may have aged, yes, and he too had aged, but the willful mare he had welcomed into his home was still present before him.
Her question triggered swirling thoughts to dance about his mind, fighting for the spot of his tongue. What was kindness of life? Surely, there had been blessings in the life of the Dauntless, but also trial and strife. Did she know, or have any whisper, of his activity since his fall from glory? Did she knew of his time in the Grey, of him winning back the Foothills in blood and gore? What about the woman he had taken as his own, the daughter he had lost to the first snowfall? Was she present for the invasion of the Edge and Throat, of Loretta killing Lace's white dragon? Did she know Of his sons, strong and able beneath his and Circe's watch?
Would she think differently of him if she did?
"I am Captain of the World's Edge now, victoriously standing alongside Ktulu the Constrictor, a close friend. I have two sons, twins, Reginald and Abraham. I would say that all is well, currently." Archibald nodded briefly, tail swishing over his hocks. "How have you been?"
It wasn't often that Kasai found herself face-to-face with another's companion. With Romani's wayward soul and her desire to leave the past behind them, they were on the road quite often, and so that left little to no time to stop and talk amongst the locals... And while she didn't recognize the stallion nor his Malamute, the tigress felt no form of apprehension or fear from the Haflinger that her soul was bonded to, and so accepted their presence with a gentle purr that resonated within the cavity of her chest. The tigress let out a small huff and glanced to the canine once more before lowering herself down to lay against the cool earth, the tip of her black and white tail flicking left and right in a sign of lazy content.
It was nice to just relax from their busy days of traveling the hills of Helovia.
Romani spared Kasai the briefest of glances before refocusing her eyes upon the impressive, towering form of the Dauntless. As his deep voice once more reached her ears, they responded by swiveling forwards at rapt attention, listening and learning of his journey since Jackal the Thief of Kings traipsed into the Foothills all those seasons ago. Captain of the World's Edge? Well... At least it was plain to see that her old home was in good hooves, for she would trust few others than Archibald to protect a land she loved so dear... But the surprises didn't end there. The Dauntless had produced offspring, two sons, and Romani could only take a moment to imagine the twin boys who carried Archibald's strong genetics. Whoever the mare was to have won his affection must have been something special indeed.
Then, the question was turned to her, and the golden-red palomino was at a loss of words. With a deep breath, Romani flicked the cumbersome strands of her lengthy forelock from her azure gaze, leveling her stare with the large ebony behemoth in front of her. She had seen his fury, his wrath, and his prowess in battle... But now, he was calm, collected, and mindful. She was humbled that he was so at peace around her.
"I'm well," she murmured softly, unable to keep all the melancholy from her voice, "Or as well as a gypsy like myself can be. Kasai and I have been traveling since the terrible Wraith's plagued Helovia." A particularly troubled look crossed the mare's features, pulling dark-tinted lips downwards into a frown, but just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. She would not go into detail of her captures, of the many times in which she had been held against her will... "I... Used to reside in the Edge, as a Protector." Romani risked a rueful grin in Archibald's direction, the azure depths of her eyes sparkling in mirth and good-nature. Would he be surprised by her choice of dedication? "I served under Destrier and Kaj. Are they still among your ranks? I... Had a mate, back then, and a daughter... But they've gone the way of the wind." Gone, perhaps never to return. The thought caused her heart to clench.
"So I've begun to wander. I'm glad that you've settled, Archibald, and that you've obtained a good, noble purpose. You've been in my thoughts over the years since we last parted company."
And Scars are Souvenirs You Never Lose
The Past is Never Far
Did You Lose Yourself Somewhere Out There?
Did You Get to be a Star?
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