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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!
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 Bloodskald had given a respectful nod to the pegasus male he'd bested in this little recruiting game, waiting for Phantom to come alongside him so that he might lead her to the Basin. When the time came, he began the measured walk to guide this familiarly colored mare to her new home choosing only now to speak to her of what he might have her do. "Thank you for having faith in my words, and for choosing this path," the Basin General rumbled quietly. "As for what I would have you do...what are you skilled at? We have soldiers, spies, crafters, healers...you could be of use in any station, truthfully. It is the attitude and the change it effects that counts."
Nodding slightly more east of their north by northeast path, Torleik spoke of another land near the Basin. "Recently, the Hidden Falls herd has taken up residence south of the Basin. I believe their leader is one called Midas? I know little of the Falls." His gaze turned west by northwest. "Across from the Hidden Falls, south and west of the Basin, is the World's Edge. My experience with them has been unpleasant, save for one named Evangeline. And perhaps Kahlua. The one called Lace...he is a narrow-minded fool," Torleik explained. "Almost straight south of us, across Helovia, is the Dragon's Throat. They are mostly pegasi, and while I am...personally not fond of pegasi for my own reasons, I know little of their herd and cannot say much of them."
The ground was already dotted with snow in the Threshold and the air became colder and the ground more pristinely white as they ascended towards their destination. "Our leaders are Deimos and Illynx. Neither are who I would like in power. Deimos is...you will understand the moment you meet him. Illynx is perhaps a moot point, as she has been missing for some time now. As you know, I am the general, and my cousin, Ulrik, is a weaver." Torleik paused. "Ulrik is a unicorn supremacist, sadly, but he is family. Family puts up with a certain deal of madness, no?" he asked, feeling she understood what he meant. "Normally I would not speak this much, but I fear I would be remiss if I did not inform you of as much as I could prior to inducting you into the herd. There is someone I would like you to meet, the one you remind me of - her name is Ophelia, and her coloring is much like yours. She is the daughter of Paladin the Valiant and Soliel the Virtuous, who is...recently deceased, so please, do not speak of her mother," the Bloodskald murmured.
They passed the Sentinels and the rabicano nodded to them. "Those guard our border and only let members of the Basin past, or guests with an escort. You are now in the Aurora Basin - welcome." Everything was covered with snow and the air was bitingly cold, but it was immensely beautiful in a frigid and delicate way. The stallion showed her to the hot springs, should she be weary from travel, then gave a short call to let any nearby know the Basin had a new member. He hoped Ophelia would come in case this mare was family.
"Faith has little to do with it." Phantom answered honestly when Torleik's speech paused. "I was in need of a purpose and you were the first to give me one." She was not one to mince words, finding it far more efficient to say what needed to be said. Dancing around words to avoid cases of butthurt was pointless and a waste of energy. Her next response came when he asked what her skill set was. "Espionage, reconnaissance, and tracking, though I can hold my own in battle." She cast a sideways glance at Torleik as they continued to walk. "I think I would prefer a position among the spies. However, if you desire me to be placed elsewhere I can adapt, General."
Her head lifted higher as they walked and she looked in each direction as he described each herd to the best of his abilities. There was only passing mention of the Dragon's Throat and she could not glean any information other than what she had learned in the Threshold. It seemed as though if she wanted to learn more about them that she would have to go there herself. Finally he began to speak of the herd she had decided to join and she could not say that she was overly impressed with his description of the leaders. "They are supremacists?" She asked, referring to the leaders. He moved on to his cousin and she continued to listen, only looking at the General when he spoke of families dealing with a certain degree of madness.
Oh, but she knew all too well the amount of madness and insanity a family would deal with.
The sentinels in the distance caught her eye and she found herself staring at them as they walked, only for her head to turn back toward Torleik as he spoke Paladin's name. Her steps slowed as they passed the metal horses until she finally stopped. "Paladin is my brother." She said matter-of-factly. "I do not know who Soleil is, but if this Ophelia is his daughter then she is my niece. I assume you now have your answer as to why we bear resemblance to one another." She wondered if any of her other siblings took up residence in Helovia.
11-16-2014, 12:27 PM (This post was last modified: 11-16-2014, 12:28 PM by Ophelia.)
Ophelia the Forsaken
Ophelia was not aware of her family except those who Paladin told her of. He had mentioned Donovan, Psyche, Giselle, and then she had her siblings Ktulu, Varath and Vadim. She furrowed her brows, watching Torleik bring in a pale stranger with dark hair and red, ram's horns. Interesting... While their coloring was similar, she was slightly unperturbed. She had met a few with similar colors who were unrelated, but this one seemed to be built exactly like Donovan - or at least mostly. She approached slowly, the method of her movement rather cautious.
The Forsaken eyed them carefully, only coming forward when Torleik and Phantom were well past the big, mental sentinels. Honestly, those machines chilled her through the spine. They were unnatural behemoths without a soul guarding the entrance, cold and unfeeling. Still, she could not help but praise the maker on his creations; her feelings alone were evidence of their accomplished purpose.
She was able to catch the tail end of this strange mare's words, something about being her aunt. Ophelia knew that her family was large and that Paladin was only one of many, but her father had the courage to leave and return. That set him apart from the others. The fact that she had more aunts and uncles out there was unsurprising, but she was curious as to why this one made it here? Had she followed Paladin back? Donovan maybe?
Or was she here on orders to claim and conquer in the name of Dongarrow blood. The pale princess narrowed her gaze ever so slightly. "Welcome," she said quietly, a slight chill to her normally chime-like tones. "So you are my aunt then?" she asked, making sure that what she heard was true. Ophelia looked to Torleik, her expression rather stony. She would have to tell him of her past later - so he would be better informed. Not all of her bloodline could be trusted.
"I will be straight to the point. Are you here to conquer in the name of your Crimson King, Riekahn, or did you leave like Donovan and Paladin?" she asked.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
An icy reception was not what the Bloodskald had intended for this newcomer and potential family member of Ophelia's, but that was exactly what happened. Just as the snow fell and the ground froze, and the magic that coursed through his veins produced freezing effects, so did the pale princess give Phantom a rather algific greeting. Torleik's ears flattened back a little and his eyes narrowed when Ophelia fixed him with a stony expression.
Had he done something wrong to bring this mare here?
She seemed useful, one that could be a spy - and as far as he knew, they did not have many spies. However, it was quite clear the stallion had displeased the white mare, and his wonderings were cut short when said mare demanded of the other her intentions here. The Crimson King? Riekhan? Who was that? So many questions floated around the Bloodskald's head but he did not think now was the proper time to pose them to either female.
So, the warrior-poet took a step back, literally, and readied himself to observe. Whatever was going to happen would happen and he would intervene if necessary - but not until then.
The reception she received from her niece was as frigid as the winter air that bit into her flesh. Phantom fixed an impartial look upon her face as she gazed at the crimson marked mare that went straight to the point and questioned her reasons for being there. "Your distrust of another's motives makes you more like your grandfather than you would probably care to admit." She replied rather than answer Ophelia's questions. "Our bloodline is hard to escape, is it not?" Her head tilted as she gazed steadily at her niece. Phantom wondered of her temper and if it rivaled Riekahn's or if she would be more even tempered like Donovan.
"Your distrust is well founded." She admitted eventually. "Our family does not have the best reputation no matter where we go." Her voice trailed and she lifted her shoulders in a manner that resembled a shrug. Paladin and his family did not have the best reputation back in Dorngarrow, but she would not point that out to the little crimson princess. "It seems that you withheld pertinent information from your friend, so you cannot blame him for inviting me here." Torleik's movement caught Phantom's attention and she glanced at him, noting how he stepped back and she wondered if he thought a fight would break out between the two of them.
"No." Phantom said as she finally addressed Ophelia's earlier questions. "I did not come here to conquer in the name of Riekahn. I left of my own free will." It was a shame that it had taken her six years to realize that she had a will of her own and that will did not have to match the Crimson King's. "Donovan's departure was one reason I finally decided to leave. Since you know his name I assume you know who he is and where I can find him?"
11-30-2014, 07:55 PM (This post was last modified: 11-30-2014, 07:55 PM by Ophelia.)
Ophelia the Forsaken
Ophelia was grateful for Torleik's silence, for now. With his expression and his immobile figure, he showed support even though he must have been very confused. The pale princess listened with few reservations, concerned, of course, that she would be a tyrant like a few of the others. Giselle had been a monster, taunting her little sister long ago. Psyche had been sly, a fox of unparalleled intelligence and cunning which was not always used in the kindest of ways. While Phi respected her aunt, she would not trust her.
Having never met the crimson king herself, she held her opinions. Paladin had spoken of him as a tyrant, cruel to a point of evil. To think of another being as truly evil was difficult for Ophelia, especially considering the great possibility for good that she had seen in even the hardest of hearts. "I would say that our bloodline is impossible to escape," she agreed, her tone neither icy nor warm.
Ophelia could imagine that the Riekahn bloodline was not well received, and she nodded in agreement, relaxing when Phantom seemed to as well. She glanced at Torleik, apology written on her features. "I do not blame him for bringing you here; I only had to be sure that you were not like... a few of the others." The pale princess frowned in response to her question.
"Donovan has passed in battle. My sister gave him a proper funeral - the best she could manage. He died an honorable death. I am sorry that you missed seeing him here, but I am sure that he would have been glad that you are." No words could truly describe her grief regarding the incident that cost Donovan his life. He was a good uncle and a good soldier, loyal to the end. "Welcome to the Aurora Basin, then. My name is Ophelia. I am glad that you got away too. I have only heard of the destruction in Dorngarrow, but here you can find some peace."
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
Though perhaps he hadn't realized it, the Bloodskald had been worried that he'd made a grave error in Ophelia's eyes in recruiting this pale mare that reminded him so much of her. Normally polite and quiet, his Lady had been brusque and blunt with this new mare; highly unusual, and very unsettling. But the Basin leader gave him an apologetic glance while speaking of a Donovan.
A family member, he had gleaned, and one that had passed, it seemed. Many of Ophelia's line were deceased, then. Or so it felt. Her mother recently, this Donovan, and sometimes Torleik swore the crimson and white mare spoke of her father as if he were gone, too. As of now, the conversation shifted to bloodlines and the inherent traits that were mixed within the crimson lineage.
Torleik often wondered at such...breeding. If those traits were truly inherited. He was nothing like his elder brother, who was less like their father and more like their father's uncle. Mayhap it was a complicated mess he would never understand, and didn't want to. The stallion barely understood mares and their pregnancies as it was and the mystical nature of genetics seemed naught but sorcery to his thoughtful but less-abstract mind.
Letting his mind return to the present, Ophelia mentioned Dorngarrow and he surmised that must be her ancestral home. He had yet to tell his to anyone, though Ulrik already knew. Did it matter where he hailed from? It didn't seem to; he was the only one left, anyhow. The pause that fell over their interactions prompted his intervention now, and the Bloodskald cleared his throat. "Ah, Phantom, if you wish it, I can show you some of the points of interest in the Basin. If not, you are welcome to find an empty cave and claim it for your own."
The rabicano demon shifted on his solid hooves, uncomfortable. Weaving words into song of praise or dirge, celebration or grief, was second-nature to him. Diffusing tension amongst women and being what one might call smooth...he felt out of his depth. Attempting to plumb the depths and regain his bearings, he spoke and hoped that opening his mouth was not a mistake.
"Like Giselle and Psyche." Phantom knew her sisters well enough to know that they believed in the Crimson King's beliefs as if it were the only gospel they'd ever heard in their lives. Like his words were the only life raft he offered them to keep them afloat in his sea of hatred, violence, and blood. Any who didn't cling to his teachings and worship his words were beaten, murdered, their bodies tossed aside to be made an example of any who opposed him or questioned him. He brandished fear as if it were a mighty sword and thrust the blade into the hearts of those that opposed him, be it his lovers or his children.
"I am not Giselle and I am not Psyche." She replied. "I like to believe I have more mental power than to allow myself to be defined by my lineage alone. Yes, I am Phantom, daughter of Riekahn the Crimson King, but I am no longer his pawn. I will no longer allow him to control me. My past may be steeped in seas of blood, but I will carve out a future for myself that is not drowning in it." Her gaze was steady as she looked to Ophelia, wondering if the mare was as different from Riekahn as she seemed to think she was.
A sigh passed Phantom's lips as Donovan's death was revealed to her. She had often told her older brother that he would be killed if he kept mindlessly going into battle and it seemed that she was right. "I see." Phantom said, schooling her expression to one of indifference. It was the same face she always wore when hearing of the death of a relative or friend. Her grief was private, her's alone, and would not be put on display for anyone else to see. Before she could ask of his funeral it was revealed that he had been given a proper one. No doubt by 'proper' the younger mare meant that his body had been burned. The knowledge was of little comfort, but at the very least his sacrifice had been honored.
Finally, the time came for Ophelia to officially welcome her into the Basin and Torleik to offer to show her around. "I can manage on my own, your assistance is not required." She nodded her head to both Torleik and Ophelia. "Thank you."
Ophelia had heard of both Giselle and Psyche, but she had personally met Psyche. Her aunt was not as cold and calculating as Phantom must have been lead to believe, and the pale princess admired her to a degree. The Jackal had been powerful and wise for her time, even if her intentions were not pure. She listened to this stranger, a shadow of her past, and the words touched her soul. In fact, she sounded quite a bit like her father, speaking about making new paths and no longer letting that place control him. Could any, truly, escape their fate though?
Personally, she thought that the past would always find a way to come back, that nothing ever truly changed. Some facets of life were constant, but she hoped, for Phantom, that she was successful. Those thoughts were to remain well hidden, and instead, she offered a smile. “I am sure you will,” she replied, nodding once. “But I am glad that you found Helovia. I am sure that my father will be pleased to know more have come to seek freedom.” Paladin had always seemed so defeated to see his relatives show up here and there to spread more violence.
The news about Donovan was tragic and delivered gently, and Phantom seemed to take it well, though she wondered if inside, she was feeling the sting of his loss too. Phi didn't push, knowing better than to harass a warrior with their feelings. Like at a true gentleman, the demon-horned stallion soothed the tension with an offer to show her around, and Ophelia smiled, ever so briefly. He as good, but Phantom, obviously, wanted to be alone – most likely to ruminate over this news.
“You’re welcome,” she said. “Please let me know if you need anything. I will be here.”
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
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