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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.
07-23-2014, 11:03 PM (This post was last modified: 08-26-2014, 08:18 PM by Hector.)
No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
100%
Eliminated! Veci teased, flooding the mind of his disappointed bonded with a running commentary of practically his greatest failure. His decision to hold back from the initial lunge of the Pegasus crowd had been a fair one, and while avoiding the early argy bargy, Hector made steady ground. He’d sailed forward, overtaking the stragglers with ease, and with the ring in sight, gathered strength to hurl himself through. Unfortunately he had come up against a headwind not expected, and the chestnut giant’s balance skewed from course- he missed the race marker.
...he waits for the race to begin... the mischievous Boggart began again, but Hector had not the patience to listen. Veci, please check the tent for sign of the herd, he instructed jadedly, wishing only for a moments peace to recover.
With his companion set with duty, the hybrid wandered down from the field below where he’d been disqualified from the competition. Glancing for a moment towards the heavens, his thoughts filled with new doubt. Perhaps he wasn’t the fit warrior he had been for so long. His motivation was tarnished and indecisive, and it seemed his natural flare and ability to perform in such events like the race lost, was fading. As a whole his reservations soured his want to continue as a soldier; it spurred him to think harder about pursuing new education, but he knew that only the God of the Sun would give him the answer he needed. Somehow...
As he neared the arena, tangerine eyes wandered beyond to find out if Veci was yet returning from the little oasis; their home away from home. It seemed not, and Hector drew a long breath, sizing up the sandy ring and glancing to see if anyone was near. Perhaps the only way to know if his abilities had softened was to test them and see. He slid quietly forward, and the golden-red flecks adorning his wings as they lifted halfway, shimmered brightly beneath the blazing sun of the day. Sound hooves quickly adopted the warrior march (a choppy, ready trot), and he began to circle, skilled eyes roving the area passed by for sign of an opponent.
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
The race was fun and all, but I didn't win, no matter how much I swore up and down that I would. Fuck that. Fuck them. I'll go show them how awesome I am some other time. As I strut across the island, once again in my beautiful, graceful equine form, I feel inside that I'm already looking for trouble again. It's true, though, I am. Few things have entertained me. The race amongst other pegasi was interesting, and I enjoyed it. But it's over now, and I lost, and I'm a terribly sore loser.
Tail held high in the air, antlers raised up and nostrils flaring as I snort over and over, I pick up a trot and keep my eyes peeled for someone to pick on. Never mind that I'm only three and certainly don't appear intimidating... (OR DO I.) I see some sort of.. ring in the center of the island (is it the center? I have no idea). It's blocked off in a way that certanily MAKES it seem like a place to spar. Hmm.. I approach, still trotting, prancing, whatever. Sure enough, there's someone there. He, too, is trotting. A hybrid like myself, red like a fire burning bright, the bone horns protruding from his face look painful, but I scoff at painful! Flecks of bright red and orange litter his wings, making him look aflame. I'll shown him aflame.
I prance over to him, eyes sparkling with mischief. Hey brute - fancy a tiff with a pretty little number like me? An invite, an insult, let's just wrap it all up and put a little bow on it shall we? Take me on or get the fuck out of my way. Give me a chance to stretch my legs, dull my antlers on your flesh. I want to take you home as my trophy.. and certainly, I'd love to taste that coppery fluid that runs through your veins. Please oh please baby, don't deny me.
Walk. Talk.
OOC: I'm just gonna say that she didn't win, so it makes sense for them to be sparring, cuz otherwise she'd be IN the race right now. SO. Yeah.
... Right across her pale, blotchy body lay the remnants of his teeth, sharp hooves; blood seeping to stain. Hector cast a thoughtful, meticulous eye over her, admiring that which he had not before been given a chance to see properly. There was no longer the weight of neither conflict between them, nor the pressure to predict, to stay one step ahead and the stallion thought with a steadier mind that she was indeed a lovely creature.
"What is your name warrior, and from where do you hail?" he asked quickly between each heaving breath as he fought to recover. She could only have been a soldier. Such prowess was hardly an inherited gift. He waited long enough for her to answer, and then gave his own name. "I’m Hector, Dragon’s Throat Spear."
The stallion’s sodden coppery neck ached terribly, and he craned it both left and right, trying to pop the vertebrae; any effort to relieve the rising cramp through its length. Generally, he was not one for small talk and lingering to chat after these spars was something he could never recall doing before. He was intrigued though, just like he had been by the ivory touched bay who seemed always to charm him - Morana. Burning eyes gazed quietly, never leaving her body, the ripple of sweat-stained sinew beneath a canvas so unusual.
The small crowd which had gathered to watch slowly filtered away through the village, and as the pair were left alone, Hector stepped closer, skin tingling painfully where it had been split by her teeth. Narrow ears sauntered forward with him, resting curiously as he waited for her to further this meeting- there were duties calling always, though if she wished him to linger, he would.
@[Arvakl]
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
Before I take into consideration the words of the brilliant red stallion, I peer around at the small gathering that has surrounded us in our spar. I let out a strange hiss at them, pinning my ears flat against my skull and baring my teeth. They seem a little unnerved by the strange creature hissing at them, and they scatter fairly quickly. I raise my gaze back to the stallion's, and the expression completely changes on my face. Instead of annoyed and aggressive, it's back to flirtatious with a hint of masked pain.
He introduces himself as Hector, Dragon's Throat Spear. Well, that answers the important questions. But really, do I care what his name is, where he's from, what he does? Actually, no. Many would, I'm sure. I guess having his name is nice. What is really important to me is if he's feeling the way I'm feeling right now. But these small matters of identity seem to matter to him, so I suppose I shall engage in the little things. "I am Arvakl, of nowhere special." I bat my eyelashes over my sparkling emeralds, and step closer so that we are nearly touching as he too nears me.
I reach my muzzle forward to brush against his wounded neck, if he'll let me, and I expose my bloodied neck to his. "That was so.... electrifying." I breathe the words, my body alight with adrenaline, the pulsing heart of a mare dying for the D, turning on by his masculine scent and the blood that stains us. "Do you feel... what I feel?"
WC: 264 Tag: @[Hector] What? I thought I wrote more than that! DAMNIT. APPLESAUCE.
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