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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.
Flying is easy. I've seen Mother and Father do it. They just spread their wings and sort of... go. I'm not entirely sure about physics or aerodynamics, but what I do know is that the wind has something to do with it.
or.. Is it heat?
Well, it's definitely one of the two.
But I'll tell you a secret: I haven't actually tried yet. Now, I know what you're thinking. Is the wittle baby scared? and the answer is no, I am most certainly not scared. But you know who is? Mother. I think she thinks Ivezho and I will break, or maybe burn up. Certainly Ivezho looks like he will, and although I sort of do, we won't. We're tough like Father we just ... well, being born is hard. Ivezho can see pretty well now, and my breathing is ... don't look at me like that! It's fine. I'm fine. I'm only out here by myself because I don't want to worry anyone, that's all. We are princes, Ivezho and me. Err, I. I want to make Mother and Father proud. I'm sure I will fall a few times, so it's best that I do it out of the prying eyes of others.
What could possibly go wrong?
I inhale - it's shaky, but only because of my lung-thing, definitely not because I'm afraid. I wish there was more of a drop-off here - that's important for flying, right? The falling bit? Well, at least if I do fall, there is only sand below me. I realize I've been holding my breath, and I quickly let it out. My wings pulse with the fire that burns inside of me (just like Father).
I can definitely do this.
I wait until I feel a breeze - but it's chilly. Ugh! Frostfall! Well, maybe if I do fall I can blame it on the cold wind, not that I will fall. But you know... just in case I do.
Okay, okay. I can definitely do this. I'm doing it now.
Retreating a few steps, I pause. I'd better find out exactly where the edge is, so that I know where to jump. Trotting forwards, I draw a line in the sand with my hood, right where it starts to descend. Great. I'm definitely ready. Now I just need a breeze. Backing up again, I stand with my wings out at my sides.
Yep. All I need is a breeze and I'll totally do it ..
AND YOU DON'T WANT TO BE HERE IN THE FUTURE, SO YOU SAY THE PRESENT'S JUST A PLEASANT INTERRUPTION TO THE PAST.
"What are you doing?"
The voice was curious and not the least bit judgmental, though one might assume, based on Rhoa's inner dialogue, that he would not take kindly to being "caught in the act." Ivezho, however, was not privy to his brother's silent monologue, and so as he crested a dune and laid (somewhat fuzzy) eyes on the firstborn prince, he could not help but make his way slowly to his sibling's side and voice the first question that came to mind - which just so happened to be an inquiry as to his brother's current state.
To be fair, let us imagine finding a young colt standing, wings outspread, looking for all the world as though he were bracing himself for a strong wind (perhaps a whirlwind of some sort?). Would we not be confused, just as Ivezho was upon finding his brother in such a condition?
Despite the princeling's unquestionable intelligence, he was not the best at recognizing or properly expressing emotions. Further, the thought that Rhoa might just want some time alone was a bit of a foreign concept. Why would they be separated when they had even shared the womb? This is why he found himself upon the top of a particularly tall dune, having followed his brother's faintly glowing wings because, ultimately, he simply didn't wish to be alone. Quite frankly, he didn't really know how.
Still, his slightly-blurred vision picked out the line in the sand after a moment, and he nearly sighed with exasperation. He understood, of course - his own fragile wings called to the skies, urging him to launch himself into the deep blue; but they weren't nearly large enough to support his weight yet (or so he reasoned, lest he admit to being afraid) and so his obsession with flight had been temporarily placed aside. It seemed that his brother had not yet reached this logical conclusion.
"I wouldn't jump, if I was you," he advised wisely, sounding for all the world just like Mother.
"Talk talk talk."
please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts I write what I feel at the time and hope everyone else does the same c:
Relief felt cold and refreshing, even though the air around me was already brisk enough. I felt a surge of love, thankfulness, and joy as my twin arrived. I hadn't actually wanted to do this alone, nor had I specifically wanted to ask for Ivezho to be with me. Of course I did but ... already the masculine traits and gender roles were thrust upon me - well, upon both of us, really. With Father being who he was, how could we ever act cowardly? How could we ask for help, when flying was our birthright? Our wings (and Ivezho's entire body) burned with magic that heralded our heritage; as they grew large and awkwardly from our sides, they demanded to be used.
But how could we ask for help - even from each other - given who we were? Did anyone but us, understand the pressure?
But now I didn't have to worry about it. Ivezho was here, arriving precisely on time.
Instead of relaying my thoughts, I merely grinned challengingly, as if he were somehow lucky to arrive before I took my first steps.
"I wasn't going to jump." I replied confidently and casually. I looked at his body, pulsing with the same rhythmic internal flame as my own wings did, slightly jealous that the markings covered his entire body. It made him appear so much stronger, more formidable - wait! My thoughts tumbled from his body to his nearly identically formed face with masked horror. Had he already tried to fly? My ignorance swallowed me up whole, as the thought - never before considered - descended upon me. Here I was, stupidly glad to see him, thinking that he had arrived just in time to do this together, when perhaps he already had.
Would he do this without me? The thought was shocking (hypocritical as that may be, given what I was just about to do without him).
"I was going to fly." I finished, trying to swallow and squash the jealousy that was beginning to prematurely boil inside of me. My wings pulsed slightly faster, as I pulled them to my sides. Kicking the sand with an indignant snort, I looked over the small cliff. "...Have you?" I asked rather shyly, my voice betraying the insecurity I felt, at thinking Ivezho had flown first.
Hooves flying over the sand, ebony limbs flecked with white stretching out before snapping back close, hurtling the stallion across the sand. If one did not pay attention, it seemed as if his hooves barely kissed the ground before they were back in the air. Bucephalus always felt galloping to be a dance of sorts, where one must keep a steady rhythm and stay in tune with the chorus of the wind and body.
Of course he wasn't truly being that poetic at the moment, a colt-like delight overtaking him at the speed of which he flew over the land without wings. His actual wings were tucked close, so they wouldn't cause drag and slow him down. But when a strange sight caught his gaze, the gold-eyed stallion spread his wings slightly to slow himself down to a canter, turning round towards the things that had caught his interest. Quickly, he realized that the 'thing' was really two 'things', and those two were young pegasi.
"I wasn't going to jump." Buce's ears pricked sharp at the sound of one of the two's voices, a distinct boyish tone, and quick glance confirmed both the youngsters were colts. "I was going to fly." The confident tone of the one that had spoken had an amuse smile cross the stallions lips. "Then why did you not?" He asked as he slowed to a trot, then a walk, pausing at the base of the dune(To the stallion, it was more like a bump) and looking up at both colts in amusement and curiousity. What were two youngsters doing out here?
@[Rhoa]
@[Ivezho]
Bucephalus
Art done by me
Table by Tamme<3
Feel free to tag Buce in any posts; permission is given for force against him provided it doesn't kill or permanently maim him(ask about the latter)
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