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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.
With my visit to my home there is no doubt that my resolve and confidence has been restored and bolstered. Whereas before I felt shame and disappointment, worthlessness and no motivation to continue, now I am sure that I may be able to prove my worthiness to the Earth God, and to Midas. A school girl's crush, or a daughter's admiration, whatever you call it - I find myself full of a loyalty to the winged paint that fills me with purpose that I may not even gain from having a quest from a God. But then, that's family for you. I can only hope that Earth would forgive me a virtuous quality like that. But what do I know of the intentions or desires of a God? Having taken Midas's words to heart and his suggestions and recommendations, I am now in search of another who may further me in my crafting quest. Knowing Elsa, and knowing Sohalia, I thought it may be wise to find someone that I've never met before. The name that Midas gave me is one I'm unfamiliar with, and I have no idea how I made find him. And yet, I have a hopefulness that propels me forward and lets the seed of anticipated success grow in my mind.
Wandering through the Deep Forest, I realize that is may be my go-to place to search for anyone. After all, those without a distinct home seemed to often be found in the forest. Quiet as a mouse - I usually am - my flints delicately find their place on the forest floor, snapping not even the smallest twig. I hear a strange sound to my left, one that I've never heard before and cannot place. I stop walking and turn my crown, staring into the trees that are not too thick to trek through. The sun shines down through the canopy, easing the potential strain on my eyes. In a small space clear of the tall trees that surround stands a strange looking beast. Strange, only in that I've never seen a color or build quite like this. His unusual look, however, is rather handsome, and I find myself curious. Curiosity only increases when I find he is doing something strange, and... seems to be... crafting? Is it possible I've found the one that Midas told me of? Even if it isn't him... this stallion could be the answer.
I approach cautiously, and in a soft, easy tone, I announce myself. I have no wish to startle this buckskin brute. "Sir..? I don't mean to interrupt, but - are you Finn?" I can only hope that my guess may be correct. I can't tell what sort of crafting he is doing or what he's making. I have no idea what Finn looks like - but what's the harm of an honest guess?
Walk. Talk.
@[Finn]
Permission from Dingo to say Finn is crafting.
"I'm sorry, so, so sorry," I murmur in a hushed voice, as though the half eaten doe could hear me even in death, and who really knew -- what if her soul could? I hadn't killed the poor creature, nor was I responsible for the poor condition of her corpse, and though it was nature simply running its course... I would never not feel some sort of remorse for taking advantage of their misfortune.
Then again, my craft would ensure that they were not completely forgotten, that a piece of them would live on and remain in what I created. I cherished every little thing, every smooth strip of leather, every trinket and treasure crafted to my will... all of it.
Before me, a small bag was slowly beginning to take form, one that I would meld into the thick leather I wore around my neck. With it, I would be able to carry small amounts of pretty rock, feathers, or anything else that happened to catch my eye on my travels. The operation of it was fairly simple, opening up with a tug of my teeth and closing with another tug on the drawstring I had fashioned around the opening. I was proud of my work, but before I could step back and admire the soft pouch and finish it all, a voice sounded, and I was promptly sent to my rear in a tangled mess of flailing limbs.
I didn't have to be on the outside looking in to know I looked a fool, and if I were capable, I know my face would have been red from embarrassment as my eyes sought the grey form of a tall, horned mare. No malice came from her, and quickly I accepted that she must be friend rather than foe -- and easy thing for me to do -- and though I was embarrassed and wanted to bury my head in sand, I pushed myself back up to my feet and gave a good shake to rid myself of any dust or grime that had collected on my hide.
"Y-Yes," I stammered, my embarrassment even more prominent than the surprise that this stranger knew my name, and it was only as I looked up into the giant's golden eyes that anything but mortification crossed my face. Now, I looked confused, and curious. "I... I am Finn, miss. But... Who are you? Can I help you?"
I think that I see him creating some sort of pouch, and I can't help but admire his handiwork and the usefulness of such a pouch. I think to say something, but at my questioning of his identity, I see that I've surprised him. He stumbles and falls to the ground in surprise, and my eyes widen as I am surprised by his response. I take a step back, nostrils flaring with surprise and uneasiness at this strange and dramatic response from the buckskin stallion. He rises to his feet and I stare awkwardly, nervous that maybe he'll be angry at me for disturbing him or for surprising him.
To my great relief, he is nothing but polite. Though clearly he's still in a bit of shock, and he stammers his words, he is ready to converse with me. He confirms my hopeful suspicions that he is Finn, the crafter that Midas mentioned to me. I smile openly and thankfully at him, and am happy to introduce myself to him. I am Cashmere, a Mason for the Falls. I bob my head to him courteously. The next words are harder for me to say, to ask a favor of someone that I have just now met. But, I don't want to waste his time, and I'd better speak up before he decides to leave. I am looking for a crafter to tell me about.. well.. his craft. The Earth God has told me to learn about what a crafter feels and thinks when he crafts. Is it spiritual? Does it make you feel powerful, wise, important? How has it changed your life? I hope that he is not overwhelmed by all of the information and all the questions that I just threw at him. I know I would be overwhelmed... but Finn is not me, and maybe, just maybe, he can really help me.
My clear embarrassment was quick to wane when I spied that smile slip across the grey's face. Rather than laugh or turn and walk away, she simply introduced herself, and I was thankful I could leave the thought of my embarrassing act behind me.
She states she's from the Falls, a place I've never seen, but even in my short time here in Helovia, I'd already met so many from there. Midas, then Kiara and Adelric, and now, Cashmere, a mason like myself. Chocolate hued eyes grew wide and bright at the aspect of meeting another crafter like myself, but before I could inquire as to what her craft was, she continues and I find myself tiltling my head to one side.
"The Earth God?" I repeated rhetorically, having zero knowledge of the being she spoke of. I knew of my earth goddess, the good Jörð, but I was certain it wasn't she whom Cashmere spoke of. My lips pursed as I mulled over her questions, hardly caring that we had only met a literal minute ago. She seemed kind enough, and it would be oh so rude to deny her an answer to such a simple, yet so complex, question.
"Well," I began with an all too serious, focused expression written across my face as I pondered my answer. "I think only of the poor soul I must first find in order to craft at all," I explained, my gaze shifting down to the deceased doe and heaving a sorrowful exhale at the sight of her, "I wonder how they went, hope that it was painless and they were not gripped with fear... But when I do craft, it it is with the intent to make something beautiful, to preserve the life of the one whom I take material from." The words sounded strange on my tongue as I spoke them; it all sounded so much better and made much more sense in my head than it did out loud.
The horned mare had asked how crafting made me feel, what kind of emotions were invoked as I worked. Now, that was a question; how did it make me feel? "... Helpful, useful," I decided after a moment, my gaze finally shifting upwards to look once more upon Cashmere, "Over the years, I've made many a useful things for myself and for my Kingdom. It's become a part of me, and I can't imagine it being ripped away from me, miss. The thought it a terrible one."
Now, my look was far more inquisitive as I kept my head tilted back to look at the tall, dappled mare. My voice lacked anything but curiosity when I finally spoke again. "Why is it Jör--" No, Finn, this isn't Ossic Briar. "Err... the Earth God, asked you of this?"
I watch the buckskin as he thinks about my question, and stay silent myself. My brown eyes take in his stocky form and his curious, intelligent eyes. It pleases me that he is so easy to talk to and willing to answer my questions. Questions from a perfect stranger. Soon enough he parts his lips to speak, and my dark grey tipped ears perk forward to catch every word. As he mentions a "poor soul", my gaze wanders over to the carcass that lies abandoned on the ground. I'm sure that Finn has not killed it himself - he seems to have too much remorse and his lips show no sign of blood. It soothes me that he is not some heartless killer. Still, it is sad that he must take from another creature to make new. But my gaze immediately returns to his face with the following words:
"But when I do craft, it is with the intent to make something beautiful, to preserve the life of the one whom I take material from."
That above all else pierces my heart, because it echoes exactly how I feel. I want to make something wonderful, to make up for the destruction that is inevitably wrought. Of course, I don't leave death in my wake as I used to, for whatever reason. I think that it may be related to the Voice, since she has been gone for so long now. But I can't really be sure. The way Finn speaks it is almost like he doesn't think I will understand what he means - but I absolutely do. I wonder if he can see it on my face as I nod in agreement. It sounds so peaceful.
But now he asks me what brings me to him. I seek the gift of crafting water to glass from the Earth God, and he has sent me on a quest. The goals I have just explained to you through my questions. I smile softly, calmly, but exuberance is in my eyes. I'm so happy to find someone that feels the way I do. I clear my throat, realizing there is a question that I have yet to answer. I craft stone for those in the Hidden Falls, but though I enjoy crafting, it is not the means that I am truly drawn to. It's one of the most honest things I've said in a long time, and I realize as I say it that it's something I've been holding in, afraid to admit to myself let alone anyone else. I don't want to appear ungrateful for my position, or unappreciative of the opportunity and gifts that have already been granted to me.