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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.
Maybe if you weren't such an asshole somebody- Mr. Sparky Spark God- would have granted you some attention instead of that weird leather-winged pegasus that you're reasonably sure you've seen around the Falls once or twice. Whatever. You're not about to go drooling all over their hooves just for some attention. You mean... you'll drool, yes, but you'd rather drool in your own little personal slice of the earth. As you told a bunch of horses a long time ago, you're pretty sure the gods don't give one flying fuck about the lives of mortals. So, why should you sit and try to grovel for favor when they're going to forget you as soon as they zap their bodies back up into outer space? As far as you're concerned, you've got the practical view on life.
Having nodded to some ghost-horned stallion who commented on your bag, you decide it's probably better just to leave. No need to stick around and see what Bat Wings wants and if Pastel said anything to you about wanting to hang out with you, you didn't hear it. Too bad, you were almost certain she was going to like what you had to say. Well... maybe. You only think it's interesting because it's awfully well lined up with your goals in life- get power, become general, beat up on anybody that thinks they should talk back to you... Yeah. It sounds really good.
Anyways, you must have taken a wrong turn out of the cave drawing room because you're in that stupid room of glowing plants again. Yeah, you remember this one. Way too busy all the time, in your opinion. But of course everybody's got to eat, so it makes sense they would have all been in here. At least it's quiet now. Nobody wants to hang out in the caves now that the monsters have all disappeared back into the shadows. You understand. Fresh air, sunshine, all that jazz. Still, since you're here, you may as well take a few bites... It's not like you've got anywhere important to go. So you decide to go ahead and do just that, reaching down and munching on a few plants here and there, more or less oblivious to everything around you.
It wasn't too bothersome to not be chosen for the gift the god of Shock desired to bestow. Magic was not all that made one strong; it was determination and training, blood and sweat, the vow to climb higher even when you'd reached the top of the first mountain. So instead she nodded her head respectfully to the God, turned, and left the cavernous room. She wasn't interested in standing around to watch the lucky winner receive their gift, she didn't know them and could care less what their magical dream had been. What she was far more interested in was leaving, if she hadn't been reminded of the proposition the drooling stallion had evasively mentioned. She'd met him once before, on the clifftops of the North, and while he hadn't been intoxicated then and was far more handsome, she decided she could at least check out what it was he had been talking about.
It took her a bit of searching through the various caverns to find the obsidian stallion, but she had nothing to do and nowhere to be, with all the time in the world to kill. He was easy enough to find, the Sanctuary's caverns weren't too elaborate after all, and she knew them well after the season of living in them. He was grazing, from what she could see, and she clicked her hooves on the stone to capture his attention, nickering softly her approach. No harm in being too cautious, he seemed nothing more than a flirt, but on some sort of drug? She wasn't going to take her chances, no matter how cute he was.
Flicking her tail leisurely, she tossed her crown to clear her heterochromatic eyes and smirked at him amusedly. He really was a slobbering mess, but hey, she wasn't one to judge. "So what was that deal you proposed?" she purred, sidling up next to him, careful to leave space in case she startled him or he didn't approve of their closeness.
Oh- Pastel! Clicking hooves prompted you to turn around, only to find the mare standing there behind you like you were just supposed to know she was going to follow you. Because of course you're a mind reader. You roll your eyes, but since you're the one that prompted this whole little get together anyway, you decide you probably try to keep it a little civil. It seems that horses are typically more receptive to the information you have to pass out when you're nice, and apparently she was interested in what you had to say. Go figure!
As you look at her, you take note that somebody colored one eye and forgot to do the other one. Overall, though, it doesn't look too bad. You don't usually bother wasting time with assessing females on their attributes, but as far as mares go- she's not half-bad looking. As she speaks, sidling up next to you, your eyes widen slightly. Your teeth click together softly, eager to bite any who dare to stray too close to you, but biting is not a good way to make friends, you remind yourself. You will half to save your violence for another day. Regardless, you can't help but be curious why she dares to stand so close to you. As far as you remember, you don't look particularly inviting.
Maybe you accidentally fell into a pool of water and cleaned yourself? If you did, you forgot it happened.
But anyways- that deal. “Has anyone ever told you that you could be a queen?” Ok, so that sounds like the world's worst pick-up line. Like... literally the worst. Besides the fact that your gravely voice doesn't lend any sort of sexiness to it at all. But it is suspiciously quiet in here... are you two alone? You shift your weight away from her... just in case. Who knows with mares these days. Frowning, you struggle to decide if you should clear up that it's not a pick up line, it's a legitimate question, but in the end you are left no better off for your contemplations. You decide to just sort of look at her, and leave her to decide what you meant. It's not like you can't clear it up later...
Truly it was a shame the brute was a slobbering addict, he would have been so handsome otherwise. Now Hotaru wasn't too picky, but as she watched him drool amongst the foliage she decided yeah, she was at least picky about that. At least he'd been clear headed when they'd first met upon the mountaintop. Otherwise she likely wouldn't have been likely to accept his offer, whatever it was. Her curiosity was enough to drive her in some cases, but she wasn't curious enough to follow a high stranger into a dank cave. Following a high acquaintance into a dank cave? Apparently she was low enough to go to such lengths.
Teeth click almost habitually as she approaches, gazing out at her from beneath oddly curved horns, and she raises an eyebrow at the sound that echoes softly into her aurals. Internally huffing she snaps her teeth right back, more playful than anything, perhaps even mocking. No, most likely mocking. But he doesn't have to know that. So she smirks, as if telling a secret with her eyes, saying she understands his hunger for violence and reciprocates. She knows how to play the games her mother used to stand for, but she has twisted them far beyond the cowardice of the seduction she'd sworn by.
Disbelief takes over any expression she intended to make, staring at him for countless moments that ticked by nearly audible in the silent cavern. Only when he awkwardly shifts away and continues to stare sincerely at her does she understand he meant it truthfully. It was no attempt at flattery. Though unimpressed with his approach, she cannot help but be intrigued by his blunt inquiry. Regarding him more seriously than before, she shifts in hopes of viewing him more eye to eye. "Not recently, no. Though I am certainly not objecting to the idea of it. Why?" Power was not something she actively sought, position wise, but it was definitely not something she'd turn down if ever given the chance.
Are you confused by the woman's response to your clicking teeth, her snap back towards you? You certainly look like it, your brow furrowing as you try to figure out what exactly to make of it. Horses don't typically try to cajole you into fun and games, you just don't have the face for it, so you're actually a little (a lot) confused. And the smirk that plays across her face... You frown. If were uncertain before, you certainly are now. If this is a game, you don't know how to play it. If this is reality, you can't understand it. And if it is a joke, you've missed something. You consider zapping her with one of your magics, just to wipe the smirk off her face, but restrain yourself for now.
But apparently you have surprised her as much as she as surprised you. She stands silently after your awkward statement and you try to figure out what she's thinking. Should you just leave and avoid the rest of this awkward conversation? You consider it, even go so far as to shift your body to begin walking, when she shifts herself and then begins to speak. You stop moving and listen, pleased that she has considered your words. Immediately, your mind is set to reeling and you begin to thoroughly consider the possibilities you had only dreamed of before.
Suspiciously, you look side to side before you speak. You don't know why, as you don't even know you can trust the pastel female in front of you, but better to keep as few in the loop as possible anyways. “A herd needs a new queen...” You hover, wait, stop, holding bated breath and then finish your sentence. “They just don't know it yet.” There, you've said it. There is a plot to throw down rulers. Vague enough- she doesn't know what herd, who is being targeted, why, who you are... but she should know enough. Enough to say yes or no, to add her thoughts, to consider the proposal you have laid out before her. You wait, cautious, hoping you have not overstepped the bounds of your secrecy... only time will tell.
Playing with fire was her favorite pastime, a wicked grin sliding nearly salaciously upon pale rose lips. His confusion was evident, a primordial war between reaction and mental complacency. She has won this little game, even if momentarily, but she is careful to conceal such emotions from the slobbering addict. No matter how ridiculous he may seem, an addict was just as surely dangerous as any other when driven into madness. Though he was surely toeing the line. And though they stand clasped in confusion and awkward silence for a few moments it was worth the words he spoke in quietude between the air they shared. Words that had airs of Kings and Queens, successions and uprisings, and desire twinkled in her eyes at the mere mentioning. Young she may be, but all true rulers found their place in time, and she was a sneak before any warrior, it ran in her blood after all. If her fool of a mother could claim the crown, why could she not as well?
Like a panther she begins to circle him gracefully, eyeing him in a far different light than previously. He is not just an entertaining addict any longer, but someone who offers great promise and a potential ally hiding beneath his shattered sobriety. Her hips sway and luminous tail glides to curl round her ankles, every bit as elegant and persuasive as her dam, using it to her ability for the first time. After all, she has to convince him as well that she is worth the time and effort of this uprising. Queen...such a fanciful title. Would she be a good one? Aye, she knew she would be given time and experience. After all though no tyrant, for she would love her people, she would also defend them to the end. Her desires for power would lead to such steps, of course, if she pursued them as rigorously as she did everything else.
Pinkened brow arched elegantly and she moved to face him once more. "Such tempting of an offer you propose. And tell me, how do you suppose we install this new Queen they are clearly in such need of?" Her eyes glimmer with mischief, smirk secretive and prepared for all that Oxy may propose. Though she is careful to discover what his plans are, not desiring to be led into a ruse of treachery and then imprisoned. Oh no, she was not so foolish as to be shackled in such a way.
Ah, so your secrets have hit a nerve. You think you can see it, or maybe you're just imagining it... but you think she likes what you say. But is the idea of secrets that she likes, or the actual secret? It is hard to say, in the moment, your gaze almost blurry, and she begins to circle. She's a predator about her prey, sizing you up, looking for the best place to bite. Your weaknesses, your strengths. Or is she? Sometimes you think you can read her, but then something changes and you can't. She is as changing to you as her coat, layers of colors stacked upon one another. But perhaps she likes this game. She's a child seeing candy and she wants you. That much you can see, and you approve.
But you are a child seeing candy as well, as her hips sway and her tail flicks. There is no spark in your heart of intense desire, but you know something delicious when you see it. Nice ass, you think, and your companion chides you in your head, upset that you would think something like that. But you've become pretty good at ignoring her. Your brown eyes watch the swaying target, turning as she turns, daring not to look away in case she changes her tune. And what is she doing anyways, thinking? But you wait, because you can be patient... sometimes.
But finally she finds her words, and you only laugh in response. Does she see you? You give her a knowing smile and respond firmly. “Force.” You nod to your muscles. You may be skinny, underweight, almost malnourished, but your muscles are hardened and your scars speak of battles survived. “How many... discreet friends do you have?” And then you laugh again, because it strikes you as funny. Friends are good, but an army of one is enough for you. All you need to do is bide your time. Wait patiently. “Where do I find you again?” Best not to forget that little tidbit.
They toe the line in tandem, playing and cavorting through inflamed hoops that send warm warnings skittering across their skin. Such secrecy needs to be treated delicately, for surely Oxy cannot fully trust Hotaru to not go running to whatever leaders took him in and inform them of the coup he was clearly planning. Oh, but Hotaru had no such desires. No, she was far more interested in his schemes, coiling like the smoke of the drugs he clearly dabbled in in the empty cavernous space of his brain. Drooling and drugged he may be, it was much like inebriation, bringing forth sincerity in his lacking sobriety. Not that the lean damsel was keen on letting him gain the upper hand, of course. For it could easily be she who was reported and stolen away like a foal in the night by the cougar's waiting claws. Luckily, he seemed just as uninterested in that possibility.
Deep eyes are drawn to her bodice, not that she flaunts it with any particular motive in mind. She is too reluctant to fall into the pit her twin sister faithfully inhabited, and disgust momentarily tempts her expressive features before she conceals it half a breath later. He responds far faster than she'd collected her own words, but Hotaru doesn't mind, for he is the one with the plan and the desires not she. She is allowed to take her time weighing all the benefits and downfalls. And though he doesn't seem like much, drugged out and strung on a wire as he is, she can at least see the force that lies behind his dark coat. Brow lifts in contemplation at his singularly worded answer.
It is next her turn for a sly, vixen grin to cross her face. Morphing it from beautifully withdrawn to malicious and enchanting, a witch with one hand shaking her customer's and the other concealing a curved dagger behind the slim small of her back. "More than you can conceive. An army or two," she purred pleasantly, thinking of the Basin and those who would willingly usurp a throne with her. Not that she intended to bring into battle any who could potentially rip away the crown she also intimately desired. But their plans cannot continue on in the echo of caves, were so many eager ears could catch the distant whispers of their words. He is right in that respect.
"The Heart. Many avoid it after the wraiths came through. Every quarter, half, and full moon?" She proposed, eyeing him carefully. It could not happen in one or two nights, secret meetings. No, it would have to be carefully and perfectly orchestrated. Hotaru would accept nothing less. Peace time was often the best time to plan future betrayals, after all. "What do you wish in return? Surely you would not put me upon a throne or inside your plans without a motive of your own," she cooed, like a loving mother using honeyed words to exact secrets from a naive foal.
You cannot tell if she likes your answer or not, if the idea of a political coup strikes her fancy or if she prefers to work in the shadows, but she is thinking about what you say, and that is enough. You’re no wordsmith nor poet, have no voice for soliloquies and songs, but sometimes less is more. Why speak, when you can scheme? Why play word games when clarity can be provided so easily. And anyways, it seems that your choice to provide clarity instead of smoke screens has played off. An army or two? You did not know what you had gotten into when you called this woman to you, but you see now that you were not mistaken.
But it is more than just her army that sets her apart. Without hesitation, she takes command. You ask a question, she gives an answer. You have no reason to like her yet, other than she is not a complete moron, but you can respect that she possess the traits of being a leader even if she is (presumably) not one yet. And you agree with her- the wide expanse of the heart would easily allow you to see who is coming and the gentle roar of the lava pit would drown out any voices that might speak too loud.
You nod cautiously to her proposed schedule, adding quietly, “Give me two moons to gather my own. The first full moon of Frostfall?” you propose to her as a starting date for the conspiracies to begin. But of course, she seems to have a leader’s tenacity and also their brain. What does he want? He smirks. “You’ll make me general and you won’t treat me like your dog,” comes the response. For that is all the beast really wants, is some respect. He may be an addict, an asshole even, but he is not a fool.
He hesitates a moment, waiting for any final words to come from her mouth, before preparing to leave. There is much to be done and not much time to do it in. He’ll have to busy himself.
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