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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.
08-25-2014, 05:18 PM (This post was last modified: 08-25-2014, 05:24 PM by Raeden.)
RAEDEN
but what is love without lust
The sun hung low in the sky, waking up just a few hours prior. A pale coated mare made her way forwards, trotting with her head held high, legs working in perfect sync, elegant and delicate at the same time.
Raeden was glad that the summer had been kind. The less storms they had the less dirt was around and that pleased the little mare way more than it should have. Her coat pale, showed just the most minuscule speck of dirt. However there was not a single mark upon her that was not meant to be. In fact her coat was glossy and too clean. It was almost a mirror in complexion.
The fae pranced and danced with lithe movements, her tail flicked behind her, a swish of her mane, eye's directed only forwards and up, nose stuck straight to the sky; like those snobby little princess' you see waltzing around like they owned the place. A bit like her you could say. She was a little too proud to be. Always strutting around like she owned the place, hoping to attract the attention of a male opponent. She wanted then to notice her. To watch her like she was the only woman in the land. However that was not the case right now. The Fae was making her way to the Basin. as place that sounded as if it would be clean. She had heard of the hot springs, a good place for one to pamper themselves, the Fae liked that idea very much indeed. Perhaps she could even attract better attention over there.
The little lady had missed her sister, though did not want to admit that to herself. Perhaps she would find her here, knowing; or rather hearing that the little twin of hers had found residence in the Unicorn herd lands. She liked the sound of that very much, just her and the pure ones together, with no others to taint their lines. Yes, this was the perfect place, if only it was as clean as it sounded.
"Do i look good or do I?" the mare chuckled to Tin, the small deer that traveled by her side. Fluttering her elegantly long eyelashes towards her. Tin just seems uninterested, bored even with her bonded behavior,=. But Rae see's the focus is upon something else. she looks ahead and sure as anything, there was the basin in the distance. A shrill wind blew across the two, causing the Fae to shiver slightly. No one had mentioned the cold. She did not like being cold.
"Anyone home?" The fae asked with a slight sarcasm to her tone. A slightly berated chuckled escaped from her pale lips. She stood, a projection of all she was.
"talk talk talk"
[[OOC: open for all, but will need the leads to have her welcomed i guess xD ]]
Déodat woke early as he typically did and took immediately to patrols. Odette walked at his side, the hound had grow in recent months. She had taken to finding her own meals in the midst of his long hours of patrol or she kept a careful eye upon the mischievous babe Arya. That morning had been yet another dull patrol and he yawned as he took but a brief break for breakfast. Not long afterward he was joined by the chatty Arya and his own bonded Odette. The babe yammered on about her various chidish adventures. All the while, he would simply give a nod or two as he continued on with his breakfast. When an unfamiliar scent wafted into his nostrils and a voice hung in the air both ears went against his skull and he walked in the direction of the stranger. Arya followed behind, chattering as she went about some bug she chased the previous day.
Off in the distance Déodat could make out the stranger that called into his home. He could feel Arya walking close beside his legs. Obviously she too had seen the stranger and he assumed for the moment she was simply studying them. Later he would praise her for her wise choice in holding her tongue. As they drew closer Déodat caught sight of the petite mare before him and her peculiar companion. Odette stood with both ears perked forward and she slowly stepped toward the other mare’s companion.
“What brings you to the Basin today?” Déodat said, his voice gruff and firm. The intimidation he typically believed he had may be a tad bit dimmed by the babe at his side. Arya still remained silent and it was beginning to grow odd for the girl to hold her tongue. Briefly he looked at his daughter as she stared at the other mare her eyes narrowed slightly.
“You look like Mama,” She said finally. “Except Mama could probably kick your butt.” She said with a soft fit of giggles. Déodat shot the filly a look of rage which she simply returned with another fit of giggles. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the mare.
“My apologies for my daughter’s rudeness,” Déodat said his eyes focused on the filly for but a moment longer. “I am Déodat, Corporal of the Basin and this is my daughter, Arya.”
"Speech" Tag;; @[Raedan] Words;; Notes;;
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
Cut from the cloth, of a flag that
Bears the name of "Battle Born"
08-31-2014, 04:01 AM (This post was last modified: 08-31-2014, 04:02 AM by Hotaru.)
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After a successful trip to the south, the shadows ever her companion and easily underestimated wit the thorn of entry she clasped beneath her breast, the dame sought only to return to the northern reaches of her home. Perhaps present to her Lady her wins and spoils of the shadowed past time she assumed when granting herself and Arya time apart. Déodat was a benign father despite his disposition towards strangers, though Hotaru had found his gruffness to be an admirable aspect regardless as their companionship- for they were too broken and impartial to ever consist of a proper relationship- had slowly budded after Arya's birth. As much as Hotaru loved the little filly- and nobody could dare to doubt that love, for it burned like a thousand suns that scalded all who stupidly questioned it- she was also young and powerful, with a greed for life and what it could give to her. Being an active Phantom was her only pleasure, personal and entirely selfish. The gleaming trinket woven, gold and amber, in her tail was merely the first of her multiplying prizes. Adornments, captives- grinning as she thought of the mutt Confutatis whom she had enslaved despite the efforts of all others- they were notches on a post of her worthiness and cunning. Perhaps she despised at times, descending so firmly from her incubator's position in life, but Hotaru had denounced all those of her blood. She cared little for the potential influence her womb-carrier had spread to her.
Cold snow flurries were her homecoming kisses, whisking away the sullied thoughts with brighter cheer of a successful snatch. Only the eager desire to see her beautiful, witty daughter lay glowing like a pulsing orb inside her breast, warm and tangible. Arya, her darling, her perfection in a world of ruination. Death itself could not part her from her daughter's side, and her love would create chasms in the earth were the weight of it removed from her husk. Fire and pride glowed in the little lass, and Hotaru couldn't have been a happier mother. Young she may have been, when she had mated the Corporal, but a sick sense of justice had also lingered. Oh, Rae had sought her prince all her life. And Ru? Poor, ugly, gangly, silent, shadow-faced shy Ru had been the one to snatch the real prince. Handsome and titled. But no regrets lingered in her consciousness. No she may not love Déodat, but they held an amiable partnership raising Arya, and she still held close to heart the banter they initiated between one another. He was a fine man, one she proudly called the father of her spitfire daughter.
Icy fingers drew her away from abnormally wandering thoughts, and upon the shift of wind along the southernmost border came the soft young scent of sage reserved only for her daughter. Any unease was squashed by Odette's warm musky scent, and the accompanying tang of her bonded. Pleasure lifted beautiful features and arched bones into the elegant craft they were, delicate ankles lifting from the tundra snow to jog light and easy towards her little family. Muscles warmed and purred with the usage, hardened from some friendly sparring with the fiercely attractive Rhiannon. Snow fractals exploded from the soft mounds, fresh and powdery and pleasant as the beautiful huntress sought her daughter's scent. When their forms came to light, solidifying on the horizon, her pace slowed. Puffs of crystalline air clung to pale muzzle exuding warm air, and as she approached the deep rumble of Déodat's voice- though she was unable to discern the fitted words- it became clear that the other figure before them was new and strange. A swifter approach was necessitated, for she trusted the Corporal and his undeniable skills but motherly instincts were baseless and not so easily swayed. And from her nearness came Arya's voice, and Hotaru could not help a laugh that died and shriveled like poison on her lips as she came to their sides and saw the devil standing on her doorstep.
Despite the twitch of her lip, desiring to curl and chase her bitch of a twin from the snowy mountain- and hopefully down the rocky cliff for good measure- Hotaru had more finesse than that. Sometimes. So instead she approached with all the lethal grace she owned, sliding beside Déodat, comfortably close to share his body heat in a motion even strangers employed in the Basin family. Such weather was bearable after all if you got over the necessity for closeness away from the springs. Her face was beautifully frigid, carved from ice, and she bitterly wondered if her so-called twin had ever seen her without her tresses shielding her pale ivory eye. Hotaru was no longer the trembling stepstool beneath Raeden's hooves. No, she was far more powerful than her pathetic slut of a sister. And even though a tiny part of her still loved her, still wished to mend the bond Raeden had rejected from day one, it was that reason that she had lost hope in that tiny particle of a stupid wish.
"Indeed I could, my huntress." Smoothly she interjects, voice like satin over a silver dagger, polite but with the promise of a swift death at the hands of verbal assault. Slides right over Déodat's apology, if only because she hates her sister enough to find a measure of smugness in Arya's brash declaration. Leaning elegantly she arched her fine strawberry neck to press a hopeful greeting kiss to her daughter's cheek, smile turning soft and loving for the little flame alone. A small smile given in silent greeting to Déodat as well. Vanishing the instant she reclaimed her previous position, eyes hard and posture perfect, prideful and strong. Vitality was glowing through her frame, and she felt no longer like the ugly duckling standing in front of her twin. No, she had metamorphosed too, and she could rival her twin step for step these days. No more was the silent slave she had been in the past.
"Hello, Raeden. I see you're not still glued to our incubator. Good for you. Now. Speak your business or leave." Despite the relative pleasantness of her voice it is mocking, and her words curve to a sharp point prepared to slice and cut her foolish arrogant sister. Leave the kindness and patience to Déodat. Hell, even let Rae become a Basiner. Hotaru would grit her teeth but in the end? Raeden was too stupid and prideful to ever try to seek her out, and Hotaru's life wouldn't change even with her twin in the herd.
It was a surprisingly bitterly amusing realization.
Turning to Déodat she smiled softly at him. "This is my twin sister Raeden." it was directed at both her daughter and her sire, explaining away the fierce filly's initial comment upon their appearances. Was that reasoning enough for the Corporal for her own uncouth behavior? She wasn't one to apologize for things she didn't regret after all. But if she slid a little closer, hoping for a little companionship from the stallion and the little pup she adored like her own bonded, well who was to say? Certainly not she.
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Muse'splosion!!! Not sure on the verdict of her stealth but if it passes she'll be wearing armor this post whether I edit or not <3
There are four in her borders, three of whom are known and kin to one another – little does she know that she looks at a picture of a family, a lost sister following the trail of her rose tinged sibling standing amidst her niece and the babe’s handsome sire. What she does see is that Hotaru is defensive while Deodat is amiable, and her warning flags are raised that the stranger is not unknown to the pretty dame that has brought her so many things since her arrival to the mountain (if the new armor across her shoulders is any sign that she has yet again shown her worth), chores of a newborn filly be damned.
She arrives on the group and catches the stranger’s name, further justifying her beliefs; the sharpness of what else is said draws a bemused smile to the golden mare’s lips, a wonder now burning in the depths of her eyes that seeks to know what thorn lies between this pale, buttermilk damsel at her gate and one of her most prized toys at this moment in time.
Her answer comes swiftly, slipping from Hotaru’s lips as she halts within their company, dark tail swaying gently around her golden ankles. Surprise widens her eyes for the briefest of moments, her gaze wandering between the two and taking note of the similarities; twins? Time’s shaggy beard, she hadn’t known Tolio had it in him.
Clearing her throat in a small sound of dignified purpose she hopes to draw their attentions to her and away from the crackling field of animosity that lies between the two sisters. Illynx is yet again thankful that she has no siblings at this moment; they seem to only stir trouble and cause bonds that shorten ones lifespan and widens their weaknesses. "Greetings, Raeden, and my dear friends," she smiles at the collective family unit and nods to each in turn, glancing longer at the filly among them with a sly wink to let her know she is included among those “dears” as she gives the only one present to not know her name that simple gift, "I am the Lady Illynx. You have grown much, young Arya."
A warm smile is shared with the girl before she lets her eyes move away. Looking over to Hotaru with a devious gleam in the depths of her eyes that returns to an amiable sparkle as she looks back to the strange sister, Raeden, she hopes to impart that she is willing to torment the newcomer a little for the sake of the obviously bitter Hotaru – for no reason other than Illynx finds her worthy of such fun, no matter what rift has spread between the bond that should hold them sacred to one another. "I’m afraid Hotaru is right, however. Why are you here, darling?"
[ OOC: Merp. :| Its not sehr gut lol. Not in the writing, but Kyst is on her back basically being a boring griffon. ]
There was a river once, with many round stones enchanted by shallow hopes of embracing the ocean; water is peculiar this way, how its life is a line that cannot bend or change without the approval of its bed.
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