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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.
08-11-2014, 01:20 AM (This post was last modified: 08-11-2014, 01:21 AM by Dröm.)
The ground was thick with fallen branches, decaying leaves colored various shades of brown, and brambly bushes; the path wound past many trees sprouting tall and thin, their stubbly, near-bare, branches provided a sort of protection from the rain that had followed them from the Threshold. By now, Dröm was completely drenched in water. The liquid cold felt ten times colder on her coat from the wind that blew through the trees. She blinked a few times as she looked ahead, Morir behind her, seemingly directing her where to go. There journey from the Threshold had been short and quiet, but that did not bother her. She had just witnessed Morir beat the cocky stallion so fast it surprised her. She figured he would win, but never did she think it would be done so quickly. It gave her an odd sense if protection, knowing her company could fight so well, yet she knows that when push comes to shove, he would not wait for the rabbit. She glanced back at him every once in a while, to make sure he was still following her. The path had grown marginally thinner, but could still easily hold the both of them side by side.
She slid to a halt, her hooves settling on the moist leaves. She hoped he would hear her stop and halt. She would not enjoy being stabbed in the rear by three sharp horns. She snorted softly before turning her head to look at him. Her eyes find where his eyes would be. Her warm breath dancing in and out of her nostrils, inflating and deflating her slender flanks. She begins spinning her hindquarters away from him, not exactly content having to crane her neck to see him or having his head lingering so close to her bottom half. She looks over his uninjured form, marveling at the fact that he didn't get hit that much, at all even. Everything is quiet but the gentle rain smacking the leaves before dropping down to the ground. "You fought extremely well." She whispers softly, her voice deep and rich, but far from seductive. Recent experiences in Helovia had taught her not to flirt or she would end up becoming the hostage for yet another stallion or even mare. All the mares Dröm had met had been fairly friendly. However, the stallions in this land seemed to be fifty shades of fucked up to the girl. Well, maybe Midas was sane, but she did not know him well.
He pranced after her with the air of a conqueror, a windswept emperor returned from the battlefield to the cheers and admiration of his subjects. It didn't matter that he was drenched to the bone with icy rain, that blood still dripped in crimson tears from the pallid bone of the face-mask, or even that his bruised ribs ached and throbbed for each dancing step. He was happy, elated, immensely proud of how he had drove the self-absorbed jerk away and made him cower and bleed. The praise of the mare that had been walking before him only inflated his ego further, making the young stallion draw himself up taller, square the chest more and arch the neck deeper as he trotted up to her, the knees lifted high and tassels whipping through the air like silken banners.
"I did" he agreed with a purr that contained no trace of humility whatsoever, tail coiling excitedly around the muscular hind legs as he slowed and moved to slide up close to the girl, nose reaching out to brush against her neck. "He wasn't a bad fighter, you know. Just unlucky, and stupid to think me helpless just because I can't see. But there is so much more to this world than what is in your eyes, Dröm! If one wishes to become truly strong they need to learn how to use the other senses too; scent, hearing... touch" A smile touched upon the inky lips as the voice trailed off, a muscled shoulder leaning in to press the wet, velvet skin against hers.
"I hope I didn't scare you while fending off the intruder" he hummed, more quietly now; what little of his face that was visible beneath the mask seemed softer now, almost gentle for all its confident, haughty pride.
@[Dröm]
"I embrace the thorny rose to my chest and fall into the crimson sea I continue dancing upon the piled bodies until I die"
As she halts and turns around, she sees Morir moving closer to her. He does not deny he fought well as his muzzle moves towards her golden neck. His muzzle is momentarily imbedded in her blonde tresses. He tells her that to be a talented fighter, all the senses must be used, not just one. It seems he wants emphasize touch for now. After he says it, he moves closer to her. She lets him press his soaked shoulder against her own. The warmth emitting off of his dark frame warms her shoulder rather quickly, nerves warming up the rest of her small body. She can easily see just how short she is compared to the titan next to her. His was tall and built well, whereas she was small, dainty, with lean muscle coursing her thin body. She would have answered him, but he had moved closer and her train of thoughts was forgotten, left to be remembered for some other day.
He asks her if she was scared, and she was scared. Seeing the large stallion basically dodge every single one of the golden boy's attacks had made her nervous, but she had reminded herself that the black stallion was not fighting her, but him. Whether it was surprising or not, the gold mare had been more fearful when she had first seen the stallion. He seemed rather pleasant now. Was that because he was the very thing keeping her warm at this moment? Was it because he seemed genuinely concerned that she had been fearful? She seemed perfectly relaxed, but somewhere inside, she was still scared. Was that why she didn't stop him from moving towards her and pressing his soaked body against hers?It was unsure if the girl would let him do more, despite more probably being exactly what he wanted. She knew that he probably didn't her, but her body. Was lust a normal thing for horses in Helovia? Would everyone be lusty?
Attempting to press the side of her face against his body, she lets her eyes close. It's not because this is painful and she can't watch, and it's not because she wishes it was over. It's because she likes the feeling of his warmth, the feeling of his muscle, and even the contours of his body feel nice. Maybe he isn't her other puzzle piece, but for now it seems that the two pieces will be smashed together for the time being. Was this all just her? Was he not thinking of what she was thinking? If he wasn't, that would be better. The thought of a foal irks her. Even knowing there will be inevitable awkwardness afterwards makes her want this stop there. Maybe she can just fake and injury, or tell him that she has the male parts. Surely that would stop him from continuing? Could she just collapse onto the ground and pretend she has fainted? "Morir..." She whispers as her eyes flicker open. She begins to tell him to stop, but anything after his name is unintelligible murmuring, and she knows that all too well.
A fork of lightning lit up the sky in the distance, little more than a sudden flash so easily missed without the accompanying thunder. The wind was picking up even more, throwing about the curtain of downpour so that at one point it bucketed down with such force that the ground turned to muck, only to almost cease before changing direction and start all over again. The rain was cold, enough to chill a creature to the bone; but he was hot. Every inch of the ebony skin was soaked, the blood washing away from hide and bony mask as if trying to purify him; the steam that rose in lazy coils from the broad back almost seemed a reaction to it, a denial and rejection of anything that might lessen the darkness of the ghoul.
If he did noticed the hesitation in her movements or the unspoken rejection in the trembling voice, the hellion didn't seem to care. No attempt at distancing himself from the girl was made; on the contrary he instead pressed himself closer, massive frame trying to match itself to her curvature as dark lips nipped the length of her neck. The hint of a smile ghosted across the half-hidden face when she leaned against him and he shifted ever so slightly to accommodate any extra weight she might add to his bulk; he certainly wouldn't have any trouble supporting both of them, compared to himself the rabbit was light as a feather and as fragile as a forest flower.
He wasn't sure what she was expecting, but contrary to any ideas Dröm might have, the stag was not generally cruel towards mares. Like most young stallions he was not one to say no if opportunities presented themselves, so to speak, but neither was he such a cruel bastard that he would force himself on anyone. Oh, she was right in thinking that he didn't care much about her - the little chestnut was a pretty face, a warm body and a sweet temptation alright, but as far as conversations and person-chemistry went he was quite unlikely to remember her as things stood now.
However... If she didn't want him, the girl had better be more clear about it than this.
"Yes?" he rumbled back through the tangles of her mane when she spoke his name, the deep voice hoarse and distracted over the howling wind. His quivering nostrils were full of her scent, the closeness of those supple curves a temptation he didn't wish to resist; he only raised to head marginally to better hear what she was saying, too busy snaking the long, tasseled tail around her rump to listen properly.
@[Dröm] so sorry for the wait
"I embrace the thorny rose to my chest and fall into the crimson sea I continue dancing upon the piled bodies until I die"
She blinks quietly, surprised to see him not holding back, even when she says his name. Was that not enough? Would a simple no be enough? Would anything but sex be enough? It was clear to her he didn't want love. This meeting was driven by lust, but the rabbit isn't lusty today. Though rabbits are known to breed and have children quickly, Drom is far from that. She flickers her tail behind her and tossed her head slightly. Does he even know simple body-language? Though blind, he should feel her head rise, and the ends of her tassels whip him. She doesn't move her body away, though. In fact, she was telling him that he was too close too fast. She would not lose her virginity unless Morir can successfully seduce her, and the chances of that are low.
"You're quite funny if you think you're going to get me easily, Morir." She says bitterly as she side steps away from him, the warm vanishing. The rain pretty much soaks the rest of the warmth out. "I've invited you into my home, but I haven't invited you into... other places." She finishes awkwardly, this very situation making her uncomfortable. "You can come with me to the Hidden Falls, or stay here, I don't care which..." Oh, yes she does. OF COURSE SHE WANTS HIM TO COME! Having a sexy stallion in her herd? Who wouldn't want that? Plus, if he comes and she ever wants children, he'd literally be right there. So, she could go up to him and get what she wants. Then again, if he would hit on her everyday, it would piss her off. Everything in moderation?
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