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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!
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The trip back was mostly quiet except for the moments when Sikeax would stop for a few minutes to explain a few things as of landmarks and how they became useful, making sure with the colt that he understood her. After speaking, almost instinctively would she fall silent, half-expecting the other to bring out conversation. The fact that he couldn't speak, or either choose not to speak for his own reasons was different for her. She'd never met a soul with lacking a sense she'd become so dependent upon, and while curiosity was strong, she never chose to ask, aware there wasn't an answer he could offer her with his hushed vocals.
The Throat was still there when they made it, stopping along the land bridge to gaze out of the ocean basked in pale moonlight. A small crescent hangs in the distance. "Do you like it? This is just the border; there's a lot more inside. I can help you get settled, if you'd like." She smiles sweetly, trying to remove the fact that as they move slowly across the sand, that is was where she'd be the cause of injury to someone she deeply cared of it. The blood may of been washed away, but it was never gone from memory. "You'll like it. Most here are Pegasus, but they've never minded or shown racism over horned or equines." She worries the place might seem frightening to him, trying to make the sound of living in a land populated mainly by birds enjoyable. So far, it came no easy feat. They weren't ever harsh, forgetting one she chooses to ignore. Also those that she had met had been more than kind, and were fast to feel like family.
If it only she could guarantee that Scarecrow could receive the same treatment even with his condition.
OOC: Tried, tried so hard.
Welcoming and acceptance thread for Cerin, or Scarecrow.
@[Cerin] @[Gaucho]
10-29-2014, 01:25 PM (This post was last modified: 10-29-2014, 01:25 PM by Gaucho.)
From the sky the WildFire descended.
Today Gaucho was uneasy. There was much on his mind. The new promotions within the herd, the veiled threat that lingered on the Island...He had been their Sultan previously, so the responsibility was not foreign to him. Although now having to discuss decisions with Sohalia was ... different. Previously, alongside Midas, decisions were made strategically and quickly. The two stallions were like-minded when it came to defending the herd. Sohalia with her wisdom of politics and knowledge of conversation and ability to influence had a slightly different take. The beast was slowly learner that perhaps her insight was valuable, but it was still hard to wrap his mind around speaking rather than just acting.
Below, he spied the amber-coloured mare that he had patrolled with not long ago. Her horn was the first thing he picked out, as her body more or less melded in with the sands. The glowing light caught and held his stormy gaze, which slowly directed his attention to the yearling at her side. Was it her child? Gaucho didn't think so ... Perhaps a new recruit she had brought home? The child was silvery, although the markings on his legs nearly resembled the blood of the sands. He was hornless and wingless, and an infant at that. Cerin looked older than Gaucho's boys were, but perhaps not by much.
Folding his flame-tipped wings to his flanks, Gaucho dove towards the sands. Landing lightly upon them with a grace ill befitting a creature of his size and appearance, Gaucho nodded towards Sikeax. "Sia." He offered, his voice ruff but warm and deep, using the shortened version of her name that she had offered to him during their patrol. Looking to the colt, the WildFire snorted, subsequently causing the bone that pierced his nose to dance slightly on the dark flesh. "Who this?" He inquired. In his antlers, Mara moved forward. Her reptilian head peering through his dark forelock to look at the youngster. Hissing gently, her black eyes bore into him as she mentally reminded her bonded to be open-minded about the child's presence here.
If Ampere had ever bothered to give it any thought, she would have realized she always gravitated towards pegasus. It was not that she disliked the other species, or saw them as inferior (though she did pity their lack of flight, for it was one of her greatest loves). Pegasus were just home. It was what she had grown up around, what she'd lived with, what she'd loved before she knew what love was. It did not seem wrong to prefer the company of the flighted, so long as she was not purposefully excluding the hooved and the horned, but if she asked herself, Ampere wasn't sure she'd miss them either.
Fortunately, Ampere did not bother to give it any thought, which was for the best considering how many other things she had to think about, all of which were far too many for her liking. She was not a stupid horse, though by no means was she an intellectual. She much preferred to act, or react as most cases provided, than tangle herself in words.
She glanced to her side, eyes dancing over her traveling companion. He was bathed in brown hues and patches of white, as though the earth had grown onto him as a child and never let go, like moss. He certainly seemed earthy, or at least, was down to earth - but was he the rocks, hard and unyielding, tough and stubborn, or the soil, soft and giving, gentle and supple? She had only managed to just peek at his personality since their time together, and what little she saw had been enough to reassure her that he was a stallion she wanted at her side, but if truth be told she'd been much more interested in his outward appearances during their introductions. Even now her eyes slyly roamed his sides, her words breaking up their flight home, and her stares, as she shared the pivotal information of the land and the herd. She explained in limited detail the gods and the territories, the herd's ranks and who held the ones he needed to know about, then any other necessary rules. Boring she thought, listening to herself go on and on, but she knew it was vital so she persisted, pausing at times to make sure he was not overwhelmed or biting on a question.
He could not possibly learn everything in one flight though, nor did she suspect he wanted to, so she kept it easy and simple. Before long the welcome sight of the orange sands opened up beneath them. "We're here!" she announced, shouting over their flightwind. She flashed him a grin over her side before dipping onto her left wing, cutting through the air like a knife as she sped towards the borders of the Throat. The further down she got, the more the little gathering came into view. Although she did not recognize the unicorn (well, she has seen her, but doesn't know her) or the colt, Gaucho was unmistakable.
Ampere's heart flipped in her chest. Her teeth set together with a hard click and she pulled out of her dive into a lazy spin. Although she wanted to run, she knew her descent had already been aimed, she couldn't land elsewhere, further away, not now. Besides, Oberon should meet some of the herd, so long as she got him to herself tonight. Afterall, he needed warming up didn't he?
Pushing through her trepidation Ampere unleashed a whistle in greeting to the family beneath her, landing soon after with a light spray of sand where she settled some strides behind Gaucho. "'Lo" she called easily, though it was anything but. Maybe some day she'd get over this repeated and close contact with Gaucho, but that day was not today. She pushed forward, purposefully sidling closer to Sikeax, whom she greeted with a warm puff of air. "This is Oberon, our new brother" she offered, glancing towards the muddy stallion. He nearly matched Gaucho in height, and she suspected he had a bit of a warrior's heart. Still, despite the testicles that swung beneath Oberon's haunches, few could match Gaucho's manliness. She tried her best to ignore it, gaze trained on her new recruit, though at times it flicked to the colt and Sikeax.
O B E R O N For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
He should have been tired – beyond tired, if he was to be honest with himself, given his exhausted state when he had left the threshold. However, the promise of a new adventure and a new life seemed to have drudged up the last bit of reserved energy for his trek. This was one of the times he was grateful for his size; his large wingspan required less beats of his wings to keep his body in midair, and even then he tried to ride the currents to aide his flight. He had no problems keeping up with the blue and black mare, but he knew he would need a lot of rest once they reached their destination. He was pushing his body beyond comfortable boundaries that much was for certain.
It was refreshing to get away from the cold, he had to admit. The further they flew, the warmer the air got. He hummed in content as the sun warmed his back in ways he hadn’t experienced in weeks, perhaps even months. Ambrosius had been temperate, but never scorching hot. There always seemed to be an icy bite to the air, which in retrospect seemed befitting of its icy queen. As distracted as he was in soaking up the sun as much as he could during their flight, he was a studious listener. Oberon could sense that perhaps this part of the job wasn’t what she liked, but he appreciated the fact she was sharing vital information with him nonetheless. He was more concerned about remembering the lands, whose name was what and what rank they held, more than he was concerned about remember the names of Gods. He had never been an overly religious fellow in his early years. He had yet to see a deity on the flesh to believe they existed, but he still was respectful of the customs and traditions tied to them. He may not be a full believer, but he wasn’t about to go insult a deity for the sake of his beliefs. He asked questions in the pauses between bits of information to help fill in any holes of his knowledge.
Eventually his blue gaze settled on the stretch of bright, fire colored sand that expanded below them. Surprised colored his features before excitement settled in. His excitement nearly made him miss her announcement, causing him to suddenly dive a few moments after her words registered. His descent was slower as he took his time, figuring it would be best if she landed first just in case there were any issues. His blue gaze settled on the shapes of others as he drew closer to the ground. Oberon casted a glance towards Ampere and noted the shift in her demeanor, which caused his excitement to be replaced with a cautious look. Oberon’s first instinct was to ask her what was wrong, but he was quick to stomp down the urge. Maybe one day he’d ask, but today was not the day. He chose to remain close to Ampere, but was mindful of her personal space, as he gaze flickered about the range of faces. He did, however, dip his bronze and white skull out of respect when Ampere introduced him to the small gathering.
He couldn't help but feel horrible. Both fillies had talked and talked, but he could not. There was no explanation from him, or a single peep of a question. Instead, every little query he had would need to be figured out by himself or forever exist in his mind unanswered. At least the filly understood, she'd stop every so often to explain something, or to point out something else. So at least the walk back wasn't so awful.
It was a long walk though, he couldn't put his hoof on how much time had passed, but it was more than enough to time to think of everything. She no doubt would have to take him to someone... unless she was a very young queen. I mean, the only people that had greeted him were fillies. Maybe this was the land of children, and he could live in quiet peace for at least a little bit.
The walk though, finally ended. Sikeax stopped, telling him that this was indeed the Throat. Cerin gulped a little, nerves wrecking his body. He however, would not be afraid, so he raised his head a little and awaited for whatever was to come next.
Of course, to his dismay, this was not the land of children. A very large, official looking man walked up to them. He called her Sia, and questioned about who he was. Cerin backed up then, angling himself a little behind Sikeax. He knew her right? So he wouldn't hurt her. That is how Cerin figured it would be safe to use her as a shield. Another came from the sky then, a blue pony almost. She wasn't as impressive in size, and Cerin felt near her height. He wasn't as small to her.
Yet another came, he was a pegasus too. All these birds! The two that had arrived had gotten close to Sikeax, so now Cerin backed away from the group. This distance was necessary, he couldn't have them finding out just yet. However, the attention luckily seemed to be on the newcomers, so Cerin quivered by himself away from them. The scarecrow on his neck swinging lightly in the breeze. What would happen now? Would he be questioned? Or could he slip out? Cerin looked to Sikeax for a little help. He was more than afraid in this moment. One horse wasn't bad, but two extra ones... that was downright terrifying.
11-07-2014, 02:54 PM (This post was last modified: 11-07-2014, 02:59 PM by Odd.)
[Skipping Sikeax since she's on absent :) ]
The child disappeared farther behind Sia, causing Gaucho to frown. Was he mute? Was he retarded? Born this way? Or had the healer brought him here for aid? Annoyance clouded Gaucho's judgment. He was sure if Sohalia was here she would advise humility and grace; if the child needed assistance, why couldn't they provide it? Why shouldn't they? But these imaginary arguments did nothing to sway the concern that clouded his mind - the WildFire was trying to fortify the Throat, not weaken it by bringing in children. In his mind Mara hissed gently, encouraging him to wait and see. Perhaps the healer would have a reason for bringing him here - if nothing else, the boy looked like he would grow quite large. Perhaps he could help move boulders for Cera?
Eyeing the child, the dun was about to reiterate his question to Sikeax, as Ampere descended.
Her whistle caught his attention immediately, though it wouldn't have taken long for his stormy gaze to fall upon her even if she remained completely silent. Her electric presence always drew his eye whether he wanted it to or not. Once again, she was accompanied by a male. This one was larger than the last, though his build was lither than the Wildfire's. Torn between approving of the stallion as a possible warrior, and unjustified jealously, Gaucho remained audibly silent, even as his eyes roamed over Ampere as she descended. He implicitly trusted her judgement - their past meeting with Ghost hadn't rattled his resolve in her ability to judge character, otherwise he might have commented that she did not have the ability to simply grant entrance into their lands. But he did trust her, and so again, remained silent, asking Mara to note the stallion's name for future use. Oberon.
Apparently all would remain silent, except Ampere.
Why was Ampere always the exception?
Turning to face the paint, Gaucho nodded his antlered skull. His stormy gaze surveyed the physique of the stallion, once again finding approval in the muscles he found moulding his frame. "I Gaucho." He offered simply, not bothering with his title. "Did Ampere explain ranks?" Everyone in the Throat needed a job - being a citizen simply wasn't good enough. They needed to contribute. Although he jumped right into business, not bothering with how was the flight over as Sohalia might have done, his voice altered ever so slightly upon saying her name. Although most of his words sounded rough and primitive, something about Ampere's name rolled off of his tongue with an odd familiarity.
11-09-2014, 01:06 AM (This post was last modified: 12-05-2014, 09:09 PM by Ampere.)
The Wildfire her mind breathed after Gaucho's name, ears flicking forward to catch it when it rolled off his tongue, gruff. She watched him, even whens he didn't want to, curious as to how he might respond to this new recruit compared to her last. She imagined in time recruiting would become habit and not quite so interesting an encounter with Gaucho, but for now it retained a newness and a certain jab at the stallion that had stomped on her faith and her love. Well, at least when she was carting home pegasus stallions anyway, which she suspected wouldn't always happen. Then again maybe that profile is half the reason she recruited them in the first place.
She couldn't help but smirk to herself, rather pleased.
Absently she turned to preen a feather or two back into place as Gaucho acquainted himself with Oberon. The question of ranks sprung up after her name, her heart jumping at the sound of it in his voice. She stopped her grooming mid stroke, electric gaze sliding heavily back towards the bay brute. The feather slipped steadily from her lips as her head turned in suit, mouth still slightly ajar. Her words tumbled free like a whisper she told the sand. "Warrior, don't you think?"
It was not her place to say though, and neither was it Gaucho's. She only hoped he wouldn't toss this one into the mines too. Although if he did, she'd have two reasons to visit them.
Quiet, pale eyes watch with a loose sense of reality when Gaucho falls towards her, shifting to follow his full descent. His landing is greeted by tired eyes and a weak smile at the sound of her nickname. Promptly, Scarecrow's name called upon. Internally, she wishes that the colt could speak out for himself here, only so that Gaucho may overlook his disability as she had come to do. "This is Scarecrow. He's-" Vocals are cut short at the arrival of the black and blue mare, almost pony, and her painted companion. The pair come with their wings, soaring overhead in such a fashion that she's left in envy once more. Lack of flight capabilities had made her singled out in the bird's nest. Scarecrow would become part of the circle that dared to be permanently grounded with her.
The presentation of the stallion seems much grander than the scene occurring with her recruit. This was no battle over who had brought the best back, but the feeling of being ignored gnaws a hole into her stomach. Scarecrow's retreat aligned with Gaucho's obvious frown is enough to make her regret bringing him to the borders.
Well, she wasn't about to tell him that he wouldn't be accepted into a home when she had gone out of her way to ensure he felt comfortable. "I'm Sikeax, and this is Scarecrow." Her horn motions backwards towards the colt, attempting to shift attention to them so that they can be introduced. Soft blues gaze upwards to search out Gaucho's acknowledgement. "He can't speak, but that won't make him useless."
Sternness doesn't lace itself around the words that roll forth from her lips; she refuses to be rude towards them, only wishing that they could receive a few words to their presence. Muscles go to a point when they look strapping and powerful before the eyes of others.
Instead of throwing words to them again, she steps back, enough to place a few more feet between her and the others, and to coax the colt along her flank where he had once stood. Cramped enclosures made her nerves run wild and the immediate arrival of a mass of feathers and tall statues(other than the electric female, who stood below Sikeax in matters of height) could offer no such relief. "You wouldn't mind him, would you?"
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