"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
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.
My feet carefully maneuvered a path through the grimy bodies of toads; footsteps left a trail of gold in the wake of nature’s violent choice of destruction. Their little bodies were unrecognizable, a forelimb here and there. There were many hindfeet still twitching pitifully upon the surface as the final nerves died off – and every so often a haunting, desperate croak would rise from one of their gunky puddles. Fina stared at them, silent and somber. In earlier years she might have flew down gleefully, consumed them without hesitation as a mindless predator so did her prey. But she had felt the darkness and sickness in this act, and even her gut was sickened by these sights.
Bellona. “Walk with me a little, Sleuth,”gaze drifted toward the vibrant girl, motioning with the slight curve of neck for her presence away from the gathering. She’d been working hard of late, such effort hadn’t gone unnoticed (at least not by me.) I sought to issue a reward for her efforts, yield a little fruit for the strain. When we were out of direct earshot I paused, “Ye has done good work. I say thank ye for it and would offer my talents for personal use should ye desire such.” Fina was watching the little creature which stood close by – I knew not its species and didn’t feel obliged to ask in this moment. Crown lowered to unsoiled dirt, gently I coaxed a sliver of metal from the core and summoned it to the surface. It was no bigger than a pecan shell. “I have the ability to craft all forms of metal into objects of worth. Iron is among them.” The little ball of iron spun into various shapes. I lifted my head and tried to meet her gaze, “If such talents are useful to ye.”
Bright eyes look to one silent figure to the next, analysing each of their reactions so that the maiden can consider her next move. The maiden has already spoken and, as determined as she is to find the source of all this madness, she has little desire to engage herself in the raucous conversation soon to come. For now the herd is quiet, but the vibrant bird knows that it cannot last; their shock will give way to horror soon, and there is nothing in this world that can match the volume of a panicking crowd. The Aztec snorts at the thought of the chaos to come.
Just as porcelain legs turn to make their leave a voice comes to her, beckoning her away from those who have gathered so that they may speak more privately. Fierce eyes seek out the one who asks for them, the fires behind them burning brighter when they recognize the speaker. What could the Czar want with me? I only just told the man I trusted him; please don't tell me my faith earns me more duties, too. Sapphire ears flicker back as wings flutter open, but her annoyance is displayed for only a second. Even though the summons concerns her -- and regardless of the fact that she just barely likes the paint -- the Sleuth does not hesitate to join him in his departure. She might be an ambitious creature, but she knows the difference between an appropriate response and a swift exile.
Although her curiosity does manage to wrest control of her mind it is not in power for long; the collared brute speaks as soon as they are out of earshot. His words come as no surprise to the bird at first -- of course she already knows what she has done for the herd, she's been the only one protecting it in his absence -- although his offer of a reward comes as a slight shock. You would make the one who desires your or your lady's throne an item she can use against you? You are certainly more generous than you should be, Midas. Luckily for you, though, I have not started the countdown yet.
A cloud of concern dares to drag across her mind, but the conniving vixen dispels it with a stomp of her hoof. The boy -- who has stayed behind to study the still-croaking corpses of their most recent attackers -- is not so appreciative of his mother's plan. The Aztec is not as impressed with the rougarou as she had been during the amphibious assault. What will you have me do, then? Put in my time to receive nothing for my efforts? Bleed for these idiots and gain nothing in return? The hyena takes his time in forming a reply, but when he finally sends her his silent admittance he ensures that he transmits his reluctance to go with it. Bright tresses brush against her heels in a mischievous flick of her tail, but this is the hybrid's only reaction to the spotted dog's disdain. In truth the maiden has desired a weapon for quite some time, and now that she has a means for getting one (that does not involve trading her glowing gift away, at least) she will certainly make use of the opportunity. Be it for traitorous intent or not, this prize will come in handy.
"Such a talent is admired by one such as myself; I've craved for a weapon to enhance my fighting skills. Would a set of removable spikes for my hind legs be an acceptable item for you to craft me?"
10-17-2014, 12:36 PM (This post was last modified: 10-17-2014, 12:37 PM by Midas.)
No position of merit was won or kept without some manner of power or a show of it. Raised by a soldier I was taught to respect a code of strength. It was only natural that the wisest and strongest of our numbers should be leaders, mentors. Should Bellonas best me one eve in a fair contest then her challenge would be honorable in my eyes. The Sleuth would’ve proven her talents to be greater than mine and thus revealed necessary worth to carry our family on. Only a fool would stand against someone who was worthy.
While she replied, I set myself to the task of summoning more iron from the core of earth. Trace amounts of silver followed shortly after; silver mixed with iron would give help give luster to the dull grey. Those two elements spun apart, seeming to melt from rock into living liquid. They turned fluid like in appearance. Ebony corners curled into a small but knowing smile, a weapon was her choice. Murmuring softly I replied plainly, “Aye.”
Iron spun round and round, catching the sunlight and shimmering with rough beauty. I took threads from the silver and began to weave, the silvery tendrils pulled like yarn being tugged apart. Soon both elements had been mixed together. Once they’d combined I carefully pulled a section from the main portion and maneuvered it slowly to Bellona’s rear. “Be still while I measure ye,” I cautioned, glancing up to ensure she understood and wouldn’t balk. The metal approached her hindfoot cautiously. It would fell warm against flesh, like a heartbeat. Gentle as blades of soft grass the mix encircled and took quick measurement. Two bracelet circles were formed.
Next to create spikes...
The remainder iron and silver curved. As a molder would his clay, so did I begin to shape a point. They took on the likeness of a talon. The tips were crude at first, dull and lacking a sharp appearance; but after a few moments of refinement they took on a shiny edge that was much more deadly than any ivory claw. All that remained was to couple both spikes to the bracelets. I smelted them together, the bottom portion slide into metal. Gaze narrowed with concentration, gently I coxed a section of my craft to give way – a small but handy clasp formed on either side. I buckled the opposite end and tested their motion for easement or fault.
OOC: Did you want a set for her front feet as well? (You just mentioned hind feet in the post ^^;)
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