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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.
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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.
Become Legatus: check. Meet with Rostislav: begrudging check. Go to the Throat for joint training: ……Yeah, like that's going to happen. You might be their Legatus, but you're not going to be their messenger bitch. And you're not really good at making friends anyway. All in all, you feel like heading over to that stupid desert is probably the worst idea ever. So what are you going to do? You're not really interested in losing your title just yet. You haven't had time to gain notoriety and respect. Ah, your life is a struggle, isn't it?
But then it occurs to you that you don't have to do any of the work. Barking to your companion in your mind, you demand that she go find the tiny pony that you sort of... captured from the Rotunda that one day way back when. Having a slave about has been surprisingly boring. Your plans for a violent takeover have sort of been laid to the wayside, now that you've been granted your position. Still, you've suddenly found the idea of someone you can force to take your tasks on their shoulders to be very, very useful.
Obediently, your invisible wisp begins to flit around the Falls, searching about for the little pony with the gold band on her limb. When she finally thinks she sees her, the boggart wisps down to the ground and morphs into a familiar set of flowers that bloom around the pony's hooves (if indeed she is there and has not moved away). Disappearing again, the boggart moves about 5ft away and blooms again, then repeats the process, as if trying to create a path for the pony to wander along. Secretly, the boggart feels bad for leading the pony back to you. Still, she feels that the Legatus position has been good for you and so anything to help you keep it is a good thing. You've been happier lately, less demanding, less vicious. She has grand hopes that you'll stay this way.
As you hear crackles in the trees nearby, perhaps your boggart returning to you with the pony in tow, you turn your head and wait impatiently.
@[Rayo]- For Kaiylia, figured we might continue our adventures here ;)
Of the few things that the little slave girl enjoyed in life, nature was perhaps the most prominent pleasure, and the Hidden Falls had no shortage of natural beauty. It was for this reason most of all that the buckskin had grown somewhat fond of her newest master. He had been absent for quite some time, leaving his acquisition to amble about the Falls in silence: to breathe in the fresh air, to feel the mist of the myriad falls on her skin, to smell the summer greenery. She was neither here nor there, not a part of the family but an outsider kept on the outskirts of their civilization, but she did not begrudge Oxy his secrets; no, she was bound to ensure that they remained such. And, with her growing affection for the Addict, she was determined to make him happy. Of course, it would help if she knew just how she was supposed to do that.
As you can see, absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder.
In any case, the little slave had made her home in a copse of trees near the top of one of the smaller falls. She loved the way the sun felt there, the way it filtered through the dense foliage, the way she could look out over the valley as it set in the west, illuminating her new home and all who inhabited it. She loved how easy it was to hide, and yet feel as though she were included in the world again. She loved the way the water danced through the sky, throwing rainbows and a fine spray into her little home, even through the trees enclosing her refuge. It was here that the boggart found her, blossoming into beautiful marigolds at her hooves, drawing a smile from the buckskin.
She watched as the flowers formed again, a bit further away, as though beckoning her forward, and it was at an easy trot that the mare followed her invisible thread, watching gold bloom and fade until finally, she came to a halt before her master. They were alone, and a familiar tendril of fear crept into her chest, for though she doubted he would truly hurt her, she could not help but remember all the masters before him. They had left her alone - would he do the same? She bowed gracefully, tucking her right foreleg beneath her and lowering her head, her thick forelock falling forward over her eyes. It was here that she waited, hoping for orders, praying for solidarity, fearing a newfound solitude.
The breaking of the branches proves to be exactly as you suspected- the miniscule pony following after your useless boggart. As you watch her obediently close the distance between you, you feel a swell of pride in your body at knowing she will do exactly as you tell her to do, exactly when you tell her to do it. You are the proof in the pudding, as it were, that bullies only do what they do in order to feel bigger themselves. So, while you suspect it is unlikely that any of your soldiers will willingly do exactly as you tell them to do, it seems a fact of life that the unassuming creature before you will take orders and carry them out. Your only disappointment with her, as it was when you first stole her from the Rotunda, is that she is to small to fight. But beggars cannot be choosers, and since you haven't found any willing slaves anywhere else, you'll take what you can get.
“Well it took you long enough,” you offer her in a mildly annoyed tone as she bows. It actually wasn't that long, you suppose, but what better way to keep her in her place than make her feel like she's not good enough? In your head, you feel the sadness of your little boggart, who is upset that you would be rude to the pony for no reason at all. Though you have not had much contact with her since you acquired her, absence has made the boggart's heart grow fond as well. “I've got a job for you.” And then a moment later, “It's important so don't screw it up.” A bit of drool drips from your lips as if mocking you, questioning just how important any business of yours could actually be. You solve the problem by chewing one of your vines.
It occurs to you, then, that your slave girl mentioned that she knew something of herbs. You wonder if that knowledge extends to growing plants, rather than just administering them. You've been meaning to find out if it would be possible to grow your locoweed plants here in the Falls rather than having to trek all the way to the beach each time you need them. Then again... now you have a slave girl to trek to the falls. And with that notion, it is like a whole new world of possibilities has opened up to you. It's a shame, though, that you must attend to other more pressing matters first. “Have you heard of the Dragon's Throat, or know where it is?” Your hope is high that she does, as the only real knowledge you have of the place is that it is south. But, if she has to search a little bit, you suppose it's all the better for her. It'll keep her occupied and away from here, where nobody can ask any questions they don't need to be asking.
There had been fighting slaves in Th'orqui. The little buckskin had seen them a handful of times, though always from a distance. The brutality of the sport had terrified her, particularly as she had been threatened in her youth with being sold to the fighting trainers for use as bait. The victor left the ring bloodied and bruised, often to be half-heartedly healed in preparation for their next fight. Not many of these slaves lived past their fourth year; they trained until the age of two, and only the very talented ones survived fight after fight. Eventually, they all succumbed to some broken bone or unnoticed internal bleeding, and their owners used their prior winnings to purchase a new fighter.
The Merchant class particularly enjoyed the gladiator-style tournaments, so unlike the royal tourneys held by the ruling class and attended by the Nobles. 'The Games,' as they were referred to amongst Commoners, were held in the street, or in specialized fighting pits designed to keep the viewers safe from the blood-thirsty slaves. The Nobles and the Royal Family advised against attending them, but somehow the Games made the Merchants feel as though they were more important. Of course, they were the highest class likely to be in attendance, so they were probably treated as royalty - whereas the higher classes treated them with distaste. The little slave girl had only seen the fights at a distance, and even from far away she could see the bloodstains on the victor's hide. She had no desire to partake in such events - in fact, the thought had never even crossed her mind.
At the mention of a job, she brightens noticeably: her ears prick forward and her cranium lifts, though she still does not dare to look him in the eyes. "This one is prepared to serve the good Master," she intones warmly, listening carefully for her instructions. Instead, she receives another question, which she is hesitant to answer for fear of angering him. "This one has yet to visit the Dragon's Throat, Sir, but this one will find it with haste."
"Talk talk talk."
@[Sevin] - omg I'm so sorry I suck so bad -flails-
As you chew, the crushing of your teeth grinds the fibers of the plants, releasing their sweet juices into your mouth. You wonder, for a moment, what would have happened to you if you had never accidentally stumbled onto a patch of the sweetest vines you had ever tasted before in your life. Those vines, that day... they changed your life, and maybe not for the better. You had everything then, or least you imagined you would. You had been a warrior still, of course, but a warrior with morals and a code. You had imagined you might even one day rise to be part of the royal guard- a rags to riches story that would not have been special, but special enough to you. Ah, but life has a funny way of turning these things around.
This drug you never wanted, this drug you never knew you needed... Ah, Kellian was lucky it was you that ate them that day and not her. She had been there, but many yards off, enjoying your presence but picking her own way through the sandy meadow. So it was not her that returned the next day, and the day after that, and every day from then. It was you. Thus began the sad downward spiral of your life. It was only a matter of time before you became their scapegoat. Lack of evidence did not stop them. They could not try you but they couldn't be stopped from exiling you either.
What would have happened if you had not stumbled into those vines? You might have been the guard to track down the real murderer, a hero instead of a villain. You might have had Kellian. You might have had children. You might have been respected and loved. You might have been a lot of things, but here you are in the forest, a forgotten warrior with nothing to your name but a title you nearly forced upon yourself and a slave who you forced into your service. Some days, when nostalgia hits, you even hate yourself.
“Of course,” you offer her after her words in mock exasperation. “It's south. Far south.” At least it's a start. “Another question before you go,” you add then, in case she had any ideas about sneaking off. You dig a vine from your bag and toss it at her hooves. “That grows in sandy soil. If you have fresh samples can you make it grow here?”
@[Rayo] – It wasn't bad at all. I thoroughly enjoy learning all about Kaiy's past :D It is fascinating.
"Of course, good Master. To the South. What should this one do in the Dragon's Throat?" the little slave girl inquires, her bi-colored eyes flickering from their position on the dirt to sneak a glance at the horned steed. She continues to be amazed by the oppositions present in her newest Master. He is cruel, but oddly careful with his possessions; he is worth fearing, but she is not afraid of him; he is tall, but strangely diminished by his addiction; he is strong, but appears to be no more than a bumbling idiot. She wonders vaguely if his enemies are as confused by him as she, and if that is why he has risen so far.
It has not taken her long to realize the nature of his addiction. In Th'orqui, she was trained in the nature of household work, studying various topics including scribework. They had been required to learn to read and write, in case they were sold to merchants at auction, for whom they would have to keep records of inventory and the like. The buckskin, fiercely intelligent despite her lack of opportunities, had quickly taken to reading, and had spent much of her time poring over books of nature. Her interests had shifted rapidly from mere guidebooks to instructions on herbology, a skill that her Mistress had encouraged as yet another selling point when she was finally sent to auction.
It has been a while since she has put the skill to use, but she is confident in her ability to encourage a plant to grow. "This one is skilled in herbology, good Master. Given sprouts, this one can grow whatever plant the good Master likes." She is sure that the drug is not good for him, but it is not her place to question his decisions. She hopes that she is not particularly unlucky, for his addiction could kill him, leaving her stranded once more in a strange, free world.
“Negotiate a pact between our warriors and theirs, to facilitate training.” While it’s out of pure laziness that you don’t go do this task yourself, it’s probably for the best that you send the little slave pony anyways. You’ve never really been much for diplomacy and you’re reasonably certain that you’d do nothing but fuck it all up. After all, the first thing you did upon meeting the Basin general was to insult him. He was amiable enough in nature that it all sort of blew over, but it’s probably better not to test your luck twice.
At any rate, you’re only mildly interested in this pact. It’s of the glass horn’s design, not your own, and you don’t have much faith in your warriors anyways. Probably because you don’t know who they are but… well, never mind all that. You know that you hate Rostislav, so setting this up in your name is good enough. You’re far more interested in the fact that she is confident in her ability to grow plants and you can’t help but smile at the notion. A stash of locoweed, here in the Falls… what sweet, sweet luck that you should have stumbled upon this creature in that strange little Rotunda.
For a moment you consider sending her to the location where they grow, to select the sprouts on her own, but your jealous heart guards the secret well. Only a few (quite by accident) know where you have found this secret stash of your drugs and you’re not quick to divulge the location again. “Good.” you respond curtly, biting back a thank you that dares to linger at the edge of your tongue. “Now go,” you add quickly after, staying long enough to hopefully watch her leave. Better to save the ‘thank yous’ for once she actually does the job you’ve commanded of her.
@[Rayo]- Lmao, glad Miss Kaiy reminded him (me) to tell her what she was supposed to be doing at the Throat x.x I definitely forgot.
The little slave girl has grown quite good at reading her masters, as it was imperative, in Th'orqui, that she be able to grant immediate gratification to any request. As she traveled from master to master after the Anarchists overran the Capital, she became increasingly skilled in the matter, for she rarely received criticism or praise. Instead, she learned to read her masters, for though they would give her no direction, they expected her to receive it all the same. She could tell, with a great deal of certainty, when she had done exceptionally well or exceptionally poorly at any given task.
In this case, she is fairly sure that she has pleased her Master with her ability to grow herbs. Although the ethics of growing an addictive substance are questionable, she is not of a class to consider such things. If her Master wills it, then it will be so. Besides, she reasons, he needs it, doesn't he? Does it not help him to get through the day? And should she not assist him in whatever way he needs? It is very important for her to provide him with everything he needs, for without him, who would she be?
And so it is that she receives his dismissal with a certain warmth in her chest and pride in her heart. She will prove to him that she is worthy of his time, not only in her gardening skills, but in delivering his message to this Dragon's Throat. She nods once, then turns her back to him, very much looking forward to her journey and his happiness.
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