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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 land is no longer as beautiful as it had been the day that the warrior arrived at this place. The vibrant colors that spill over the land have faded with the approach of winter; clear pools of water have become stagnant with the onslaught of fallen leaves as the season progresses. Not even the rainbows are as abundant as they once were, although one colorful apparition stubbornly remains. Unlike the other illusions, however, this one is not so fake.
A long-limbed hyena cub dashes forwards to disturb a flock of birds, but the rainbow just rolls her eyes at him, returning to her thoughts. She may not traverse the Falls as frequently as she should, but the warrior's sense of duty does not cross her mind as she enters the territory. Picking her way through the remains of a rocky sentinel, the bird takes not of her shifting loyalty towards her own herd. She is pleased to have served them as one of their spies, but she is coming to realize that it is a position no longer suited to her. A dangerous spark ignites in her eye. There is one other that is no longer fit for his position, and the Aztec feels obliged to relieve him of his post. Much like the crumbled mountain that she is navigating through, the malicious bird yearns the same fate upon her enemies.
The peahen is so caught up in her thoughts that she does not realize that the boy seeks her attention. At first all he does is cackle at her, wriggling his body to and fro, but when he realizes that she cannot see him (ignoring him, more like) he swiftly sheds his spotted skin for one equipped with feathers. He puffs out his fluffy little chest before emitting a loud screech. This may be his ugliest form -- especially now that it's replacing his down with patches of feathers -- but it certainly is the loudest.
A crown of green locks spills into her eyes as the Chieftess starts at the shriek. Her feathers wither flares up at the boy's call and it does not resettle when she sees he is still well. That had better have been for a reason, ixiotl, or I'll give you something to scream about. The woman's harsh words are well received by the babe, who clicks his beak in fear. He isn't sure that he wants to alert the dangerous bird of his find now, but the venom that she projects through the bond tells him otherwise. Tell me now before I make you tell me.
The boy redirects her intense gaze with a croak, twisting his head to peer into the waters beside him. Black talons clutch onto the rim of a deep pool, and the rougarou tightens their grip on the edge as he leans towards it. His little beak breaches its surface, disturbing some of the leaves that float atop it and revealing something metallic near the bottom. A chocolate orb rolls back to study his mother, mentally urging her onwards when he senses her hostility fade to something more manageable. Come see, his eyes seem to say.
Driven by curiosity more than obedience, the towering beauty steps closer to the pool. A pair of rusted chains rest at the bottom of it, and blue audits prick forwards with interest. What have we here?
Plunging her crown into the murky fluids without a second thought, the bird struggles to grasp the amulets with her lips. When at last she has secured them she jerks her head back, dispelling any excess water from her naves with a snort. All the while the startled chick gapes at her with an open maw, uncertain as to how one should process her reaction. What the hell just happened?
The wet vixen places her catch on the damp ground, taking in her find with as much greed as a dog to a bone. Whereas one trinket is short, fat, and golden, the other is long, thin and silver. The former appears to be some sort of symbol meant to represent a sun, but what the second one must symbolize is beyond the radiant hybrid. Just for show, I guess? Or is there magic at work here?Unable to make that decision for herself, the bird turns to the boy for his thoughts. For the second time today, he is uncertain of how to react to her.
"Well don't just gape at me. Tie them in my tail, at least!" Her exclamation is meant to be internal, but the sudden outburst is due to the rush of emotion coming from the boy. "Confused, are you? Well don't be. Just do as I ask." A green tail cuts through the air as impatience settles in around the maiden. Immediately, the rougarou grasps the fatter treasure and moves to knot her hair around it. Her banner is certainly long enough.
"more words."
{@[Oxy]
ixiotl -- "scum."
Bellona has found her Sun Amulet for 75 posts, and I am also claiming a Moon Amulet for her thread of the month prize.}
Bellona & Mictla
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The land is dying, trees giving up their last ditch efforts to hang onto their leaves, dropping them onto the ground to become barren and withered. Even the birds seem upset by the changes, as an ugly screech disturbs the peace, sending smaller songbirds that had not yet migrated south to the Throat up from their perches. You roll your eyes at the disturbance, but do not stop. You are on a mission, your lilted and uneven gate sending you crashing into trees every now and again, but you do not slow. You are trying to find the miniscule pony that you command, to see what has come of her mission to the Throat, but you are finding her conspicuously absent and you are becoming frustrated. Her failures are raining down on you as your failures, and you will not be sabotaged.
Turning away from the inland areas of your home, you begin to wander back towards the fall that graces your land, marking the clandestine pathway that winds its way into the bowels of this place. You had been avoiding the trip, but now it seems you must go south to find the pony. She has disobeyed your orders- you will see to it that she pays.
Your companion flits nervously about you, attempting to stop your angry stomping, but you only bite at her, shooing her away, reminding her that she should remain silent or she will pay too. And though she isn’t certain how you really can, you’ve beaten it into her head since she was young that you are master and she is nothing but a tool for you to use. Most of the time she believes it. There are moments, instants, where she dares to defy you, but only in secret- or as much secret as she can manage. But there is nothing to defy you about now; she obediently retreats, remaining above and behind you.
But before you can leave, your interest is piqued by the image of one very familiar rainbow vomit stuffing her head into a lake, soaking wet as she retreats from her unnatural residence. You’ve heard of ostriches sticking their head in the sand, but you suppose they would still be able to breath. Surely the moronic peahen does not think she can breathe water. But then you understand her fervor when you catch sight of something twinkling in the sun. Ah, yes, you have a couple of those hiding in your man bag beneath rooted locoweed shoots.
“I should relieve you of your burden,” you grunt as you approach her, your companion still frightened into silence, though the site of the bird doing the peahen’s bidding does interest her greatly, as he was not present on your last meetings. But she hesitates to interact with him for now, still fearful of your outburst. As for you, you nosily watch as the bird-thing begins his work on the first amulet, all the while pondering whether you should attack her and try to steal the second one or not.
The chick's struggle does not go unnoticed by the glistening woman, who has extended an exuberant wing to wipe the water from her brow. She can feel the incessant tug of her banner as he fiddles with her hair, and the random bouts of sharp pain is starting to drive her mad. Quickly now, and be done with it! The bird's exasperation is evident in her mind-speech, and it urges the fumbling boy to set to work on the second charm. The first has been successfully ensnared by thick locks of varying colors, purple being the most predominant one, not that it really matters. The boy is just happy to follow his mother's orders.
His little beak is about to finish his knot when the fibrous string is wrenched away from his grip. Reeling back in certainty (for he does not know if he has earned a punishment or not; he was just doing as he was told) brown eyes squeeze closed in preparation for... nothing. A moment passes, and then two, and finally the quivering lad can open his eyes again. His stare, although curious, is cautious. What could have startled the bird like that? Normally she would have given him some sort of insult as a warning, but this time, she has provided him with nothing. He reaches for her through the bond, seeking some sort of assurance from her to prove that nothing is wrong. All that he gets in return, though, are a few bitter words meant for someone else.
"They're not as much of a burden as you are. Look at you. Why do you stumble like that? Coconetotonti can walk better than you can." Finder's keepers, prick. The peahen doesn't know what the treasures can do, but she is determined to keep them away from the unicorn. It is not so much because she knows of their value, but just simply because she does not want him to have them. Clearly he wants the rusted things, but she cannot fathom why.
She throws her head up in defiance, flashing a smirk across her lips as she waits for her insults to take affect. It has been far too long since she last encountered the giant, and what respect she had for him has diminished in their time apart. The presence of his toy at the last meeting has not done much to make her think otherwise, too. Speaking of the ice princess...
"Where is your plaything, baby? Or should I call you the Addict, now?" She is unaware of the true nature behind the word, but her time among the herd has alerted her of the titles that some call few others. She isn't certain that the shire's alternate name is one that speaks of honor, though, and so she will not use it as such. "Not that I care about her, though. Where have you been? What happened to our little alliance?"
Laced legs mash the dying grasses beneath them, causing blood to flow through each pillar as she waits for the bay to react. She does not wish to pick a fight with him, but her rather bitter reminder of her purposes for him will certainly earn her some sort of retort. From the looks of his hollowed frame, though, he seems more equipped to retaliate with words. Not that that is the route he will take.
A blue head swings to direct itself upon the boy, who sits idly by, surrounded by his confusion. A fluffy head tilts to convey such a message to the conniving maiden, but she rolls her eyes in response. Back to work, Mictla. I do not think you have finished. As always, the boy rushes to meet her demands.
"more words."
{coconetotonti -- "little children."}
Bellona & Mictla
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If you weren’t so royally pissed off about Kaiylia being missing, you might have actually found heart to laugh at the snappish comeback of the peahen. That, or laugh at the foolish word she uses. Is she really so incapable that she can’t speak the common tongue, but rather has to speak some distorted language akin to Spanglish or Frespanol? Apparently. You just roll your eye and grumble. And really, you two are like children, standing here fighting over a trinket that neither of you really knows the true value of. For though you have threatened to take it off her hands, you don’t really know what good they are either, except that you’ve seen other people with them and if other people have them they must be good for something. Right?
“The fuck is a concotentoti,” you spit back first, royally butchering your attempt at her native language. But it is not really her language that gives your voice such bite. You step closer, narrowing your eyes, and the seething hatred in your voice should be enough to tell her how you really feel. “And you can call me what you want, but you don’t talk about her.” Touchy much? Maybe, but you promised Snowflake that you wouldn’t leave her, that you would protect her, and so protect her you will, even from bitchy rainbows with no intelligence in their head.
As for an alliance… you’re afraid you’re sorely lacking in any memory of that, so you sort of back off on your threatening stalk forward in order to think. And even if you did have an alliance, who is she to complain to you about it? You would most certainly be in charge. Therefore, instead of deigning her with a response, you decide to just show her who is boss. A healthy dose of not being able to breath should probably do the trick. With just half a glance to the side, to make sure no unwanted her members are sneaking about, you reach within you for your magic and then let it go.
What you expect to see, within short order, is the peahen gasping for breath- a breath where no matter how much air she takes it, it just won’t give her the oxygen she needs. Oh, how you long to see this noisy bitch put in her place. As for your boggart… she grows bored with the excitement and instead flits down towards rougarou. Morphing into the form of a butterfly, she begins to flit about his face, perhaps to entice him into a game or perhaps just to annoy him as you have hopefully annoyed the peahen. You’re never entirely sure what her motives are, as her emotions seem to morph as often as she does.
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