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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.
Fashionably late, the Goddess appeared in a sparkly haze of star swirl and evening breeze. Her lilac body appeared in stark contrast to the the stout or towering figures of her bothers. A cunning smile turned the corners of her lips upwards as she nodded casually to each of her brothers and their children.
Her gaze only momentarily fell upon the broken body of the dull pegasus. Her velvety muzzle turned down in a frown, as she looked upon the lifeless body, and the dark blood matting her fur. What did it matter? Why were they so concerned? This happened here all the time - pointless deaths. Suicides, whatever. It was something mortals did, and would continue to do. She couldn't place why her brothers felt this one deserved their attention.
Looking to her siblings, she shrugged apathetically.
"So what?" She inquired impatiently, looking at the worried looks upon their faces. "They kill each other all the time."
Still, she knew that they would continue to fret about it regardles. Flicking her tail, her gaze fell upon her son. "Mesec." She called sweetly, urging the boy to her side.
An unnerving situation only got more so with the arrival of not one but all four of the Helovian Gods. Their parents. Had it not been for the circumstances they found themselves in, Mesec might find this to be somewhere between an intimidating and wonderful occurrence - quite the family gathering, after all. As though they were all children about to be reprimanded for sticking their noses where they did not belong. And perhaps that was precisely what was going to happen. His ears flicked at the sound of deep, unknown voices speaking to his companions, calling them over. Well, most were deep. She stood out in more ways than one, his beautiful, dark mother. Undisturbed by the scene before them, her cold words would have caused him to flinch if he had not expected them.
He felt uneasy under the brief stare of the black and white God and was relieved to hear a familiar voice call his name. “Mother.” His movement toward her was unhesitating - he would always come when she beckoned. “Why are we here?” All of them, the Gods and their children, standing together in this area with the body of a dead mare.
This could not be an ordinary murder, there was nothing ordinary about the circumstances of the day. He had felt the pull to this area though so far there had been far more questions discovered than answers. He could only hope that would change with the new arrivals.
Her cold gaze turned to her dark child, as the corners of her lips tugged upwards in a smile meant only for him. "Why I would have though it obvious. There has been a murder." Her voice rose theatrically to punctuate just how absurd she viewed this little gathering. Continuing on, she continued to mock the mare's death. "Can you believe it darling? One of the mortals murdered another one. We've never seen such a thing since - " Her voice rose hysterically now, as her wings spread dramatically from his velvety flanks. "- well since!! - " With this, her wings rushed to her sides, and an unimpressed look wiped away the feigned look of shock and awe. "-Well since last week. Or the week before. Or before that. Really - " She muttered apathetically, shooting another cold look towards her brother's, "- i'm not sure why this matters."
Flicking her tail now that her little show was over, she turned her attention more fully upon her son. "Mortals die. They kill each other, sometimes they even kill themselves. They have an expiry date, every last one of them. What does it matter when it happens?" Casting a disdainful glance towards the body, now cold and more than obviously dead, the Goddess smirked.
"Tell me darling - what do you think when you look at her?"
His mother’s hysterics were not precisely the reaction he had been expecting but they were along the general lines. He looked shyly around at the others, having quiet conversations with their parents, though it wasn’t embarrassment. How could he be embarrassed of this mother of his? She was beautiful and fierce, even if she was a little lacking in sympathy towards the mortals. Who he was half of, if she recalled.
They may not be kin to her but they were to him. He spent his time here, generally, and had been adopted by them - cared for the mortals of Helovia. Knowing as he did that he was set apart from the general population he couldn’t agree with what she was saying. Of course it mattered when it happened and how it happened. Death by anything other than old age - terrible as that was - came too soon.
The mare that laid nearby looked too young. What might she have accomplished if this hadn’t happened?
“I think it’s a tragedy.” He spoke cautiously, quietly. Disliking that he was disagreeing with her but speaking his truth nonetheless. “Mortal or not, it doesn't feel right what has happened here. Not an ordinary murder." It was plain enough by the company they were in, he thought. Even if his mother wasn't particularly happy about being here in this moment, she had shown up hadn't she? They all had. "Something killed her. And I have a feeling it's something we need to worry about." His silver gaze had shifted from his mother to the dead mare again.
There was something odd about the hair in her mouth, something that tugged at him. It was the only clue they had.
09-21-2014, 10:17 AM (This post was last modified: 09-21-2014, 10:43 AM by God of the Moon.)
The Moon said nothing. Disappointment crinkled her delicate features as her son spoke, but she could not bring herself to vocalize her disagreement. When had Mesec become so soft? When had objectivity been snuffed out by weakness and sympathy? Had he lost sense of what was important? Perhaps it would have been better had he stayed in the Basin ... While the Goddess didn't condone their racist ideals, at least they had conviction. Her son it seemed, was a new horse each time she saw him. He was malleable yes, but who was doing the molding? His words were hollow and dull. A tragedy? No of course it wasn't, nor would it be if all the mortals died. How could it? There'd be no one around to morn them - except perhaps the Earth. That the situation didn't feel right, caused the Goddess to stomp her hoof as she shifted her weight away from her son. Feelings were how he wanted to differentiate morality? The rumblings in his stomach were supposed to indicate what was right and what was wrong? How could he be sure what he wasn't feeling was simply indigestion? Gas ?
She had already tried to point out the ridiculousness of the situation. If he couldn't see it, she couldn't make him.
"Alright then my little Sherlock." She began, her voice gentle and restrained. "What do you propose? I take it you've seen the hairs in her mouth? Black. Well.... that certainly narrows it down."
Snorting, the Goddess tossed her delicate head. Realizing she had perhaps been unduly cruel, she sighed. The hair didn't narrow things down, but perhaps she could offer Mesec something that would. The wing closest to her son rose from her velvety flank, and as it did so, a sheen of starshimmer appeared. Her feathers spread gently as her feathers gently brushed over the dark coat of her child, covering him briefly in a thousand points of starlight. "Perhaps this will help. So long as you seek her murderer, those under your direct instruction cannot fail to do what you ask. Or at least... it won't be very pleasant should they try to refuse."
Congratulations! Mesec has received the following temporary magic:
:: [Magic: Dark | Words spoken by the user become an order that the target must follow. Resistance to the spoken word leads to physical pain.]
Disappointing his mother always felt like a sharp blow. He knew his answer hadn’t been what she was looking for but how could he pretend that he didn’t care that this mare was dead? How could she continue to act as though it didn’t matter? She was there, after all. She had showed up and certainly that was something. They all had. But if she couldn’t see that, well, Mesec didn’t believe there was any force in any dimension that could make his mother change her opinion on something.
He hated disagreeing with her, hated it more than the gentle voice she used to mock him. Why did it feel like he was suddenly sliding backwards? Perhaps some day the two of them could get through a conversation without her brow furrowing in that manner. But then, what would he be like on that day? Still himself? Or a creature of pure shadow and darkness?
A sheepish expression took over as she dismissed the only clue available to them - the unremarkable black fur - and he had to admit she did have a point. It wasn’t as though there was a shortage of animals in Helovia with black hair (he was among them). But this dismissal left them with nothing.
But then, in the way only his mother could, she turned her harsh views around and presented him with a gift. A small smile tugged at the corners of the moon child’s mouth as she raised her wing, casting him with the shimmer of stars and he could feel it - the new magic. It was a powerful one, different than the shadow-magic he was used to, and he marvelled for a moment in the possibilities that it presented. She was giving him this so that he could find her murderer.
Perhaps she cared a little more than she led on.
He would not propose that suggestion out loud for anything in this world or the next, however, and instead his expression was one solely of awe and gratitude as the starlight surrounding him began to fade away. “Thank you, mother." It was incredible, that gift.
A pause, and the sheepish expression returned - only this time with a glint of mischief because he was dimly aware that he might be asking the wrong question. "You wouldn't happen to know where to start the search, would you? If not with the fur..."
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