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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.
The dragon-girl had never travelled so far South in these lands. As her wings cupped the air and her eyes scoured the lands stretched out before her, she recognised the Deep Forest, the land where she had seen the fallen bodice of Torasin, the lands where she had wept alongside her mother and cousin, and she reconsidered, again, her decision to com this way. Were these lands not tainted with dark, sad memories? No, came the reply of the little blue light that accompanied her today, they are lands where your family has lived and died, and where they will live again. Amaris uttered her thanks to the wizened little blue spirit, who merely sang its strange, other-worldly song in response, with a spout of flame bursting from his maw as well.
Golden, cat-slitted eyes looked ahead to the desert that slowly appeared, its shimmering borders rimmed by an ocean, across which she knew laid a land her mother was born. A land of eternal moonlight and midnight, where the stars lit the skies instead of the Sun's burning rays. It was an ideal that Amaris could not fathom, one she could not grasp, even though she had spent much time as her mother's shadow when the bracelet that brought eternal midnight was worn. Amaris loved the Moon, and the night she brought, but she also loved the Sun, and the day that he brought. As her golden scales reflected and refracted the Sun's magnificent light, the belle looked like she belonged to the very sunlight whose lands she was venturing towards.
The girl landed as the lands changed to a more sandy base, her motion arrested at what she estimated was the borders. Though her beloved cousin, Tandavi, was a healer here, she was not about to venture completely uninvited into lands she had not yet officially joined - that was her aim for today. New beginnings, a new journey, a new destination.. It was daunting and yet thrilling, something that made her heart simultaneously lurch with apprehension but also race with excitement. Her little blue companion danced and trilled around her, picking up on the excitement and nerves that roiled through the belle. Starting out shakily, she let loose a low, soft song, which slowly grew, a hopeful invitation for someone to come and greet her. Shyly, the dragon-child awaited a sentinel from the lands she hoped to soon call her home.
ooc :: open for any and all <3 Amaris is hoping to join :3
The older I become, the more I have started to look like my Momma. The only thing missing in my frame is the double set of wings. I do hope that when, if I ever have children, that they will gain Momma's double wings. I after all never seem to get dirty, my mane and tail never tangle.... Just like her's never did. I wish I knew the faces of those she had told so many stories about. Of Mirage the DragonHeart, Lace the SilverThorn, and so many others that I just can't recall their names right now. If only Momma had escaped the wolves with me. I wish she had. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so lost around here.... Not that I didn't feel at home in the Throat, cause I do. More than I ever did in the Falls. However I still need to learn to fly....
My gangly yearling frame allows me to run faster than I used to. Maybe if the wolves had attacked my family now, then and only then could Momma and I both gotten away.... What's that? That song is so different from any other call I've heard..... I wonder if that is what Momma used to call a dragon's song.... My curiosity gets the better of me as I race for the boarders of the Throat, following the sound of the call.
When my eyes set on the one making the call, I can not help but stare. Momma had always told me what dragon's look like, but this one was different. She was no dragon, but no equine either. She is beautiful! That rude witch that had Sacre falling all over her was nothing compared to this dragon horse. I suddenly remember my manners as I stop a few paces away from the girl who is not much older than I am. "Hello there. I am Amani. How can I help you?" I want to help you. I hope you mean no harm, because i'd hate to use m magic against you... Not that I would stand a real chance.
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Time passed by, and though the girl had the sense that she was being attended to, slowly but surely, her excited thoughts running away with her. Would she see Lace here, Tandavi? Would she be welcomed into the herd named for the heat that also ran through her veins? Or would she be questioned for her motives, turned away, or worse yet, chased away with fear and prejudgement of her nature?
The blue companion cooed a song from its perch in the skies above her, alerting her to the impending arrival of a local. Do I know them? the girl asked, hoping for a familiar face to greet her, to welcome her. New face, new friend, new family~, the blue replied to her, cavalier in his attitude, happy, but the girl did not reciprocate entirely.
When meeting new creatures, she had been received mostly with fear, with judgement and confusion. It frustrated the belle, as it would the most patient and kind creature, which Amaris was not to begin with. She was passionate, kind too, but also half dragon.
So when she was received with open kindness, with a glance that was admiring?, she could not help the smile of surprise that sprung to her maw, the light of happiness glowing behind her golden, cat-slitted eyes. Caramel maned nape bowed with the girl's scaled tiara, returning the greeting with a low wuffle that articulated her calm, low, pleasant reply.
"Well met," she began, smiling to the youth, who for all intents and purposes had welcomed her more openly then any older counterpart Amaris had met for the first time. "I am Amaris, formerly of the Edge, before the shadows invaded the lands. I fled here, with my father and sister, returning with hopes of finding those we... left behind." She didn't want to have to divulge everything about herself to this complete stranger, but the girl was not out to play games with her own future, one that had led her to these borders, to these lands. She would provide all that she could to prove her worth to the herd.
"When I returned, I found my cousin, who is a healer here now. Tandavi is her name. And a family friend, Lace, is also here. I am hoping to gain acceptance into the herd, to grow myself and help the herd grow too." Hope had entered her voice, and as she spoke, the curious blue spirit had glided to dance before the girls, cooing his unique draconic song, encouraging the interaction because he could sense the joy it brought Amaris to simply be accepted at first glance.
08-27-2014, 12:58 AM (This post was last modified: 08-27-2014, 12:59 AM by Tandavi.)
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She begins to fear the worst.
Waiting is not a perfected skill. She can wait for the memory of a minute, the breadth of a breath; she is content to watch as the sands of time slowly flow, watching, observant, enraptured, alive. In these moments she is a pocket of time, a separate reality floating at the corner of now and forever. Knowledge, wisdom, another note to add to her collection, another piece of the puzzle of the world... she collects them all and holds them close, relishing the prize of her patience. For instants she is able to be still, to burn quiet.
But the girl is a fire, and she cannot be quelled. Waiting for moments and butterfly wings is a wholly different skill than waiting for the shift of a mountain, the wane of the moon, and the stretch of eternity draws cold claws through her heart. She wonders when Amaris will come, why her cousin has so long delayed; she wonders if the draw of the Edge will be too sharp, the memories of their youth stronger than the bond of their hearts. She doubts it, wants to doubt it, yet finds herself at the edge of the desert, anxiously pacing the neck of her home, drawing tight lines over brush-infested sand. Black brother pads tirelessly, now at her side and now in the lead, covering ground just in case a golden shadow slips through their lips, over their heads, away. She thinks she has done this forever perhaps- for though it may not seem long, a day stretches eternal when you're afraid of the dark.
She hears the dragon's song, and knows that it is magic, knows what magic it is. From an anxious ember to a furious flame the girl ignites, dopamine and adrenaline dancing a furious battle in coursing veins, sinew and bone clicking and whirring from languid wander to surging run. Finally, finally her wait is up, her cousin is here, and the world is ready, the waiting over. Butterfly wings and hours of days, all fall away in the blaze of her eyes.
Sand stings the air and dust covers gold legs, staining bright copper a dull, dirty brown. A bullet, a beam, crimson and gold streaks through a blue sky, blindly alive until collision is imminent, bodies threatening to smash and explode, the space between cousins as tight as their hearts- and she stops, pulls up short, a great cloud of earth rising to crowd the surroundings and tickle her lungs. It lingers, laughing, at at last starts to clear, leaving in its wake the details Tandavi missed beneath the heave of her lungs. Heavy breaths stir the particles remaining, black eyes wide and bright as she takes in Amaris, and the filly beside. Recognition, she has met the little winged child, on a day she made fools in the presence of friends. In another day, against another sky, perhaps the memory would cloud her gaze; but today there is more joy than the darkness could quench.
"You came," breathes the child, a shy, sincere smile pulling at soft onyx lips. She shifts on her hooves, restless with delight, wanting to run, to dance, to play, wanting to be young and forget her mistakes, the night which has held so tight to her heart. Beneath the rays of her patron Sun, firechild glows, adorned in flowers and braids. She cannot think of more that need be said- you're here. You belong. You can be anything. Stay.
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