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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.
It was time. Time for something new. The arrival of Birdsong had solidified the need for change.
Satisfied, Syrena had left the pond where she had wintered at. It was a bountiful season – in the depth of the cold it was easy to lure others with the idea of a warm swim and the promise of a union with her on the other end. Fools, the lot of them. Not one had made it halfway across the water she kept warm enough just to avoid freezing, warm enough that the plants could still grow – ensnare – kill.
But as good as that pond had been to her, she had been growing restless for some time and the stationary life had never suited her well. Onward, ever onward, until this world ran out of ponds and rivers and lakes. Onward until she and her sisters were all that were left and they would fade into sea foam at the end of the world.
Now, though, now she was simply on the move. She would travel toward the setting sun this time, far as she could.
It was dawn on her third day of travel when she slowed her pace, when she started to feel like it was time to choose and set up. She was in a dense forest, the dead pine branches grabbing at her hair as she passed by them try as she did to avoid them.
She certainly did not know that she had stumbled into a unique, new land, did not know the costs that it would have for crossing that border, but the scent of horses was unmistakable. This area was inhabited, unlike many of the ones she had been to. That boded well and a ghost of a smile appeared in those dark eyes as she looked around. There simply had to be a pond or a lake where she could set herself up.
At an easy, slow pace the dark grey mare searched in the early morning light as it filtered through the trees - catching the texture of her coat and making it look as though it were sleek with water though no rain had fallen. Above them stretched a blue sky promising a warm day but Syrena did not care to notice – the weather mattered little to her until droughts occured. All that mattered for her, in that moment, was her search.
Syrena
let the water take me
still working on how to write her so please bear with me :)
With a change in rank came a change in responsibility. Essetia had never earned anything in her life- everything had been given to her. But this was something that the young mare sought to change; the Hidden Falls had given her a new start, a new chapter to write. So she intended to put pen to paper and begin the story of a lifetime.
From the borders of the Falls, Essetia and Romul escaped under the guise of early morning darkness. They required no company to efficiently guide their wandering eye to the Threshold once more as success had bred greed in their hearts. It was an inexorable thing that festered and grew despite their best efforts to keep it at bay… but youth and inexperience made the monster and its habits hard to refute.
Birdsong had finally come to blanket the land in spring-like warmth but the gentle breeze was still chilled and brushed over their skin in an icy embrace. If not for the mare’s incessant need to roam, she would have waited out the cold beneath the deep overhang that hat sheltered her through most of FrostFall deep in the Falls. But Essetia possessed a vagabond heart that desired freedom and change and adventure… all of which were not easily accessible in Helovia.
So the sweet mare invented new ways to acquire her venomous taste for exploration and discovery through other means.
When the looming trees of the claiming grounds came into view before them, both Essetia and Romul paused to slow and contemplate a plan of action. They had recently brought a young colt named Kipling from those very woods and did stand to wonder if their luck would uphold. However, the mare and her wolf were intelligent creatures and therefore agreed that settling was not an option. They would fight for their placement in the Falls, even if it had never been formally announced.
Slowly, with Romul weaving his way ahead of her, Essetia ambled past the tree line and into the depths of the wood. At times she would hear Romul’s directional cues, whether it were a yip or a whine that indicated fresh scents abound, the mare would inevitably follow. The pair was like a well-oiled machine, too perfected to be called anything else. Their bond had strengthened over years of solitude and now a silent pact existed between one and the other that protected their hearts from betrayal.
When a particularly high-pitched yelp surfaced from the morning haze, Essetia was quick to trace her companion through the narrow trees until his pallid form became apparent. However, he was not alone. Before him, a silver-coated mare with restless, blue eyes stood lit by dawn’s pastel rays. Her coat appeared velvet to the touch and somehow gleamed in what could only be perceived as heavy perspiration or water. Romul, now distracted by Essetia’s arrival, hummed blissfully at his companion whilst giving away their eminent approach.
“Hello and welcome to Helovia,” the bay murmured upon moving closer. Her voice was soft and light, perhaps in an attempt to soothe the curious mare and her wide, troubled eyes. “I’m Essetia and this is Romul… I don’t suppose you’ve come seeking shelter?” A placid smiled found its way to her thin lips as Romul came to rest sullenly at his companion’s shoulder. They would either walk away with success once more or with a new way to nurse the growth of their own, suffocating greed.
Rustlings. Yelps. The noises alerted her, reminded her that she was not the only one walking around in this woods – brought back to her the scent of horses. She was not alone!
So Syrena began to panic. She was not ready!! No no, this was not proper at all. Who would dare to approach her out in the open like this? Restless sea-water eyes flashed about as she tried to think about where she should go before settling in to fight instead of flee. If she were going to be attacked here in this strange wood she would make them pay for their mistake with their life. Without the waters near by her magic would be limited, surely, but it might yet still be enough. Yes their blood would be spilt and she would continue on the way things were supposed to continue on.
But before the deep warning noise in her throat became anything more than a small rumble, a white wolf appeared shortly followed by the stranger.
Oh, a mare! That was quite different.
All signs of aggression vanished in place of curiosity.
Of course she knew that there were mares not of her kind… but they were rarely seen. It had always been stallions that the sirens saw wandering about, hadn’t it? They had been the ones drawn to the inhabited bodies of water by the magic that compelled them closer and closer.
As far as she knew, the magic did not work on mares nor did she have any overwhelming desire to drown this soft-spoken mare and her… wolf friend. She even rather felt inclined to be friendly.
Reacting to the words that had been spoken, Syrena’s voice was gentle and distant as she wondered about this new land. “Helovia is it? I’ve not heard of it before.” Normally she cared little about the titles of the lands – her kind not one to pay attention to borders. They were beyond that, they had never settled for a permanent home.
With that name nonetheless floating around her mind now, she politely nodded at the introductions and this time when she spoke her voice was a little more certain. “It is a pleasure to meet you both.” Though she wasn’t sure how exactly to address a wolf, so she focused on the mare instead. A good, strong looking mare this Essetia was. It had always been taught to trust those of the same gender and Syrena saw no reason to deviate from that path. “My name is Syrena. I’m looking for… some water. A pond or somewhere I can make a nest.”
A small test? She wondered just how much Essetia knew about what was standing before her. Maybe nothing. Maybe this land had not yet been touched – and oh, wouldn’t that be just marvellous. Syrena relished the idea of being the very first.
12-13-2014, 05:28 PM (This post was last modified: 12-13-2014, 05:28 PM by Essetia.)
Both Essetia and Romul were quite entranced by the creature of beauty before them. Various dips and curves of her aquatic body were feathered in unusual rind, so unlike anything Essetia had yet witnessed. Hard muscle shifted beneath her peculiar argent pelt, but at her core the mare appeared to harbor a vicious tension that radiated outward before dissipating into what seemed to be amiability. Essetia was hesitant to move any closer and so she made a point of standing her ground some feet away. The mare’s bell-like voice drifted across the clearing to fall on Essetia’s tilted ears.
Everything about the creature was unusual, right down to the way she spoke. She was soft and vivacious and hard to ignore. “Then I suppose I’ll get the pleasure of acquainting you with the place?” she murmured casually. If the silver girl had yet to encounter word of Helovia, then Essetia was certain that she would be more inclined to listen to her biased tongue.
However, when Syrena admitted that she was in search of water, two things seemed rear up from the back of Essetia’s mind. One, Essetia couldn’t help but wonder why an equine would need to build a nest and two, that the Hidden Falls would be a most perfect fit for her watery friend. “Then allow me to guide you to my home in the Hidden Falls. If it’s a lake or pond or any body of water for that matter, then I should be delighted to report that the Falls contains all that you’re looking for.” Essetia related happily.
Her pale eyes grew wide and expectant as she gaze back into those of deep blue. “Helovia contains a broad spectrum of herd lands, each quite different from the next. The Hidden Falls is exactly what it sounds like- plenty of waterfalls and ponds and rivers. The Aurora Basin to the North is a cold, winter wasteland and the Dragon’s Throat is their polar opposite, being made up a desert oasis. The World’s Edge… is essentially a cliff overlooking the sea,” she trailed off.
Hopefully her companion wouldn’t catch the break in her voice or the way she avoided thoughts of the World’s Edge, of her father. After all this time he was still such a sensitive subject that infected her daily life. “But I’m certain that you belong with me in the Falls. In fact, I’m sure of it,” she smiled.
Syrena’s complete joy at the sound of Hidden Falls was pure, wondrously pure. Oh how marvellous! Even just the name of this home seemed perfect – a land within a land, a sanctuary within this alien place. Essetia, proving to be a valuable host and tour-guide already, went on to explain that there were four herd lands within Helovia. It seemed that this water-mare would have to pay more attention to the politics of Helovia than she had ever thought in any of her previous homes.
How tedious.
Essetia was lovely, of course, but she was still… not perfect. She wasn’t a siren, she was something else. Did they have names for the other species? She had to be something after all. She was after all standing in front of her. It was incredibly hard for Syrena to just not poke around at Essetia, see what an ordinary horse felt lie.
Of course, that was simply not allowed – she prided herself in getting through life so far without having been touched and she wasn’t about to sacrifice her purity for the sake of curiosity.
None of the other herds sounded remotely interesting – the mention of the sea, of course, caused a little spark of excitement but she couldn’t perform properly in the sea. That was where they were born, where they gathered. It was a sacred place and certainly one that she would want to see. But waterfalls and ponds and rivers were what stirred her heart. There she would find the materials she needed, there she would find the plants that nourished her body.
Essetia’s assurance that Syrena ‘belongs’ in the Falls is privately humorous, she did not belong anywhere but it certainly seemed like a good place to start. And this pretty brown mare seemed eager to share her home. There was a strange feeling tickling the back of the siren’s mind, alerting her that this land was unlike any of the others . It would be sensible of her to have a guide as she got acquainted with the new surroundings.
She has been thinking over these options but it only took a minute to confirm that her thoughts had lain in the same direction as her new acquaintance. Her smile stayed sweet as she responded with what was hopefully the response Essetia was looking for. “The Falls sounds just perfect. Can we go there now?”
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