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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.
The dunskin paint pegasus left the Vein of the Gods rather quickly, deciding it best to take the egg away from so many hooves - especially after some had brought out the lava mare's mire. His journey, however, was a tiring one. Miykael had grown weak in the caves near Helovia's Heart. It was a weakness that was his own doing, but that is besides the point now. His steps are quick, and his grip on the egg is gentle enough to avoid crushing the egg but firm enough to keep it from falling to the ground. The further north he drifts, though, the more frequently he feels the egg tremble between his lips. Was it going to hatch?
A sense of urgency filled him and he quickly sought a place of sanctuary where he could set the egg down in peace and watch it more closely. His hooves moved as quickly as he dared to go with something so fragile placed into his care. Only once does he pause, his blue eyes scanning his surroundings before settling on copse of old trees that he didn't recognize - was it there before the infection had swept across Helovia? Whatever this was, wherever it had come from, it was the nearest possible shelter he could find and so, with a renewed sense of vigor the pegasus has chosen his path.
Upon reaching the trees, he carefully weaves his way through them and within moments has arrived at a strange rounded structure. It is a large and nicely isolated structure. Better yet, it was currently empty. Gleefully the stallion entered, briefly admiring the beautiful ceiling and the array of colors it cast upon the stone floor when the light shone through. The egg trembles once more, bringing him back to the moment. With the slowest movements he is capable of, the stallion lowers himself to his knees, then lowers himself down and back. Once situated, he carefully places the egg between his front legs and drapes his head over it. Beneath him the egg trembles and clicks. Cracks form upon it's delicate surface and soon a hole forms.
Miykael hesitates to move, preferring to keep the egg covered, sheltered - as if he was able to form a pocket of body heat with his head, neck, and legs. Soon, though, the creature has formed a big enough hole to poke its' little head out. It is then that it begins to chirp. Cautiously, he lifts his head and looks down. It is a black, downy bird like creature (little did he know that once her adult feathers came in she would have a gorgeous blue sheen and a speckling of silver flecks on the sleek feathers gracing her back and wings). It cheeps madly at him - out of excitement perhaps - and after a moment it regains the strength necessary to emerge from the shell completely and the small bird - a zephyr - tumbles out and rights herself. Curiously, he nudges her with his soft nose - it was a gentle act that was returned with cheerful, though vehement, chirps.
"Eliana." he murmurs softly, fondly. "You are my Eliana."
say something, i'm giving up on you i'll be the one, if you want me to
@[Bellona] - is this okay? they can discuss the memory blocking stuff as well as companions if you'd like. :D Oh and I'm sick so if it doesn't make sense then that is why - I'm not thinking very clearly right now.
Also, anyone else is welcome to join - just keep the numbers fairly small, please. Thanks! <3
07-02-2014, 02:40 AM (This post was last modified: 07-02-2014, 03:02 AM by Bellona.)
A bone shatters, fall apart and hit the floor
If it doesn't thrill you it doesn't matter any more</style>
Her failed confrontation back at the Veins has left the peahen in a bitter mood, and she stalks away from the island with a pit of fury residing in her gut. She may have shown up to what appeared to be a give away -- the cogs in her churning mind have finally clicked, and she understands now why so many were gathered near the goddess -- but she has returned empty-handed, and been refused a fight. How dare that glittering piece of filth turn and walk away from her! Does she not understand just what she has done? Not only has the porcelain idiot managed to awaken the fury of a creature of magma, but she has also brought the wrath of the beautiful warrior upon her. All that Bellona can say for the girl now is that she better be praying to never cross paths with her again, lest she run the risk of tarnishing her gold-splattered coat with red. Will red suit her better than gold? A dark smile plays on her lips as the image spills into her cranium.
Her thoughts turn malicious as she weaves her way through the fir trees that take up residence here. The flashy bird is unsure of when the foliage began to change, but just as she furrows her brow at the matter the concern is immediately discarded. Orange eyes focus in on an aged and circular structure ahead of the now-still Aztec. Her mind empties itself of all information as one question starts to form in all of the emptiness, and her ears cock back in uncertainty. What is this place?
Picking up her feet to a slow yet bold rhythm, the stalks at her wither raise as she approaches the stone gazebo. The stained glass that forms the roof of the building does not entrance her as it would another of a more appreciative mind; she sports a colorful architecture herself, and the beauty of the building has no effect on her.
What does capture her attention are the drapes that fall against the entrance, and she narrows her hard stare as she watches the robes move. The bright locks of hair that cover her neck do not shift from any wind, and a speculative air befalls the creeping maiden. The hybrid suspects that she is not alone, and her muscles tense in preparation as she clasps the heavy garment between her teeth. Flicking her head to the side to draw them open, Bellona rushes past the curtains in a flurry of feathers and hair. She recognises the figure as she unfurls her wings for take off, and she slides to a stop across the slick footing before she collides into the pegasus. Embarrassment tears through her tall form and she pulls her wings in almost immediately.
With her naves repelling a snort of annoyance, the ruffled bird snaps, "And just what are you doing here?" That question answers itself when the speaker circles around the tobiano, noticing for the first time the shards of protective coating that lay discarded on the floor. "This is what you won." The words are matter-of-fact and almost contemptuous; she does not envy the pegasus his prize. The thing that has crawled out of the egg that the ancient mare had guarded is hideous, and the warrior briefly considers putting it out of its misery.
She scolds herself for entertaining the idea of killing the chick. It is only a child. Give it a chance to become useful, at least. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, the impatient bird steels herself for a long wait. Her gaze is intent on the chirping wet bundle as she studies it for something interesting to happen. Then suddenly she remembers that she is not alone.
Her eyes land on the stallion that leans protectively over the bird and its casing, and her tone is mixed with slightly more disbelief than curiosity when she says, "So, it's yours now, then? What do you do with it?"
Forget introductions. Just stab them where it hurts.
"blah blah blah."
{@[Miykael] Totally fine. c:}
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Ever since the zephyr hatched, in the mere seconds and minutes that pass, he could feel the bond forming. The connection between them beginning and then deepening. Slowly they began to meld into one - one mind, one heart and one soul - a process that undoubtedly would take more time than a few minutes or hours. Perhaps it was this steadily growing bond that put him on high alert or perhaps it was something else but the moment the rhythmic thumping of hooves - starting out faint then increasing in volume and proximity - drifted into his delicate ear canals, his ears cock back. He listens carefully to determine whether or not there was an impending threat. He tenses but remains still - focusing on cradling the small bird as best he can while hoping to avoid any sort of confrontation. The floors here are slick and the room fairly closed in - physical confrontation would likely be a death sentence for his dear Eliana.
He refused to allow that to happen, regardless of how unrealistic such refusals tend to be.
The sounds grow louder and closer. The fabric of the curtain flutters suddenly, though the air is still. A flurry of hooves on slick stone assaults his tilted ears and he turns his head just enough to witness the blur of bright colors, feathers and hair. The creature is moving towards him quickly and in an effort to brace for impact, he whips his head back around and tucks it protectively over the small bird. Much to his relief, however, the other stops before colliding with him. Only then does he get a good look at the being that had interrupted his peace and he instantly recognizes her as the colorful bird from the gathering at the Vein of the Gods - where he had been just moments before. "I could ask the same of you." he retorts, his blue eyes gleaming with curiosity. He watches her carefully as she circles around him. 'This is what you won,' she states simply and he merely nods lightly in response. The peahen then turns her attention to the newborn zephyr, her gaze so intent that Miykael can hardly stifle a soft chuckle. "She can't do much... yet." he adds, bemused.
He turns then to the wobbly chick and with some gentle encouragement, he guides her to his shoulder. The tobiano uses his nose to boost the chick up onto his back where she wanders up towards his withers to make a small nest out of his thick mane. Turning back to the mare, he listens to her speak. There is little doubt in his mind of the disbelief he heard in her tone but he chooses to focus on the hint of curiosity instead. Once it is clear that the chick has settled in, he rises - careful to avoid disturbing the chick or shifting so far that she'd fall off his back. "She is, yes. For now I care for her until she is grown enough to care for herself." he pauses, as though to contemplate her second question. "Beyond that I'm not certain. Something has changed, though, since the egg has hatched. It's like an unbreakable tether is forming between us... a bond, if you will." His ears swivel forward and his features soften ever so slightly. "The stronger the bond gets, the less I care about what use she will be to me." he snorts distastefully at the very thought of the 'usefulness' of any creature because using that as the only measurement of another's worth goes against everything he has ever believed in.
07-18-2014, 12:37 PM (This post was last modified: 07-18-2014, 12:41 PM by Bellona.)
A bone shatters, fall apart and hit the floor
If it doesn't thrill you it doesn't matter any more</style>
Bewildered by the concept of bonds, the peahen draws her body closer to the dunskin. She only wishes to study the chick, but even so her curiosity spurs her to do more. A velvety nose reaches up towards the brute's wither, where the squirming bird has nestled itself in his mane. The hybrid is almost certain that he will be too protective of the delicate babe to allow any contact to be made, but that does not stop her from trying. She aims to nuzzle the wet blob with only the gentlest of touches, just to make certain that it is real, before she retreats within her callous walls. This display of affection, if only slight, is a rarity for the brutal vixen.
As if to make up for her tender actions, the maiden draws her head up into the air and tosses it back with a snort, causing her thick mane to stir. "So. For now, it does nothing. It just demands that you feed it." Obviously, the maiden has no desire for children. If it cannot care for itself, then why bother with it? But a question still lingers within her rigid frame. "What is the point of this bond? Why were all those equines gathered there, if not to marvel at the Goddess' beauty? What is so special about these creatures? Or of magic?" Make that a stream of questions.
The Aztec is almost as new to this land as the stallion's chick is, and magic is still but a foreign concept to her. Of course she is interested in acquiring some of her own, but what is the cost of such a substance? Surely there must always be a price -- yet here this stallion is, with a fresh babe upon his back. What did he have to pay?
A remarkably fresh breeze bats at the curtains that conceal this place, providing some relief from the sweltering heat. The maiden is accustomed to warm climates -- her tribe had once been situated within a rain forest -- and so the glaring sun does not bother her. Still, she cannot ignore that resting within the shade that this building provides is an exquisite feeling. Although she does not marvel at the beauty of it, she can at least appreciate its usefulness. Unlike the thing upon his back. It is neither attractive nor helpful. But perhaps it will be once it grows.
"blah blah blah."
{@[Miykael] Totally fine. c:}
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