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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.
12-12-2014, 06:09 AM (This post was last modified: 12-14-2014, 02:53 AM by Daemyn.)
The days were warming, and with that warmth came a a voice calling the stallion's name. A warm smile spread over his features as strong pillars move into a smooth canter the silver speckled bay lets his mind wander. Snow and ice had kept the Sergeant at home, with his new family. So much had happened in just a season. He had gone from a new recruit to a Sergeant of the World's Edge warriors. Daemyn was still uncertain as to how this had happened. Among all of that, he was sure he had fallen for the beautiful mare that had healed, and brought him home. Nayati was the only mare his mind had ever been drawn too. The sweet young lass seemed to swarm his mind all the time. The poor boy was still confused on how she had captured his attention so completely.
Lilac eyes flashed happily as he thought of her, until he finally came to a halt. Quietly he gazed at the massive shadow he had come to a stop under. 'What in the world?' Curiously the refined muzzle tilted up to look upon a huge floating island. Even as the stallion wondered how people got up there, a cloud slowly formed under his large hooves. Freezing he allowed the fully formed cumulus slowly lifted him from the ground. 'How strange.' Turning his attention to the shrinking ground the Sergeant wandered if this was how all winged equines saw the world, he would have to ask someone. It was so cool how Helovia looked from up here. Lilac eyes could see a desert, mountains, deserts, waterfalls, as well as his stunning evergreen home.
Finally the cloud came to a halt even with the island. Stepping carefully from the water accumulated form onto Earth, was kind of a relive. Sighing a breath he didn't know he had been holding the powerful male gazed around. Cherry trees were in full bloom, and the scent was intoxicating. Smiling he took off at a gallop, eager to explore this new and exciting area.
ThunderThoughts
Words:; 343
OOC:; @[Nayati]
We are gonna see greater heights They’ll put our names up in neon lights
12-14-2014, 06:55 PM (This post was last modified: 12-14-2014, 06:58 PM by Nayati.)
I will end your suffering and let the healing light come in
Days had slipped by in the pleasant new haze of spring, a forgotten blur that left Nayati feeling as useless as always. Rankless and overlooked, there was little she felt she had power over, and had begun a journey of wasting away. Her mother had lapsed into another bout of depression, with her beloved Quilyan missing. Was Nayati not enough for her? Or was she just forgotten because she was not Quilyan, and not the daughters Resplendence had truly lost? Rathunax growled softly from above, clearly unhappy with this train of thought. Nayati had stopped apologizing, because there was little that brought her from her silence and the tortured musings of her mind these days.
Their travelling has no rhyme or reason, the outcast inside her as strong as it always was. Was the Edge even her proper home any longer? Should she remain? Or join Vadim in his ways, seek out the wilds once more? After all she'd been searching for something nameless for years, ever since her mother had left her half-dead in winter and she'd stumbled bleeding and broken into the Threshold and into Svetlana's wings. All thought is terminated when she realizes that clouds are gathering round her, and for a moment she thinks of the mists of the Edge, except they are surely clouds. As they begin to lift her, she panics. She cannot jerk away from them, but she fights all the same, her heart racing until her head is dizzy and her ears are buzzing furiously. Fear jabs into her like a sharpened stake, and she whimpers, too scared to make any noise of terror.
Rathunax is furious, diving through the air and screaming his frustration, sparks collecting in his teeth as he is helpless to stop what is scaring her. It is only a temporary thing, magically induced, but Nayati crumples to her knees the moment earth is beneath her hooves. Hyperventilating, little chest heaving as she tucks her head to her chest as much as possible, forehead to the ground as she tries to center herself. Rathunax alights upon her back, spreading his wings as if to blanket her completely from the outside world, singing soft croons into her ears until she has calmed. It is a long process, but slowly she uncoils, lifting herself with the strength she does not believe herself to possess.
She walks on.
Rathunax flies ahead, his protectiveness demanding any danger she could cross paths with find him first. Only it's not something dangerous that he finds, but something familiar. Or rather, someone familiar. Rathunax chirrups happily and dives down to fly in front of the spotted steed, clicking and making an overall racket to capture his attention. If Daemyn remembered Rathunax, surely he would know that Nayati was in the vicinity.
Speaking of, the noises her companion was making attracted the attention of the spotted lady anyways, and she hurried after him. What had he found that was so exciting? The waterfalls are a pleasant harmony that draw her closer, nudging past cherry blossom branches that happily intertwine in her long locks as she seeks out her beloved. As she lifts her head she sees them as a pair, Rathunax and Daemyn. Her smile is soft and small, and she approaches at a slower pace, trying and failing to shake the pale pink petals from her tresses.
The warm spring air whipped his silvery locks spurring his legs to move faster, his body to stretch out further. Gods was it great to run, to just be free from it all! Oxygen fed his massive lunges as he pressed himself to the end of his speed. Praising his Quarter horse blood the fueled his speed, as well as cursing it for the short lived run. A massive smile was slung casually across his face as the muscular stallion slid to a stop. Sweat soaked his heaving spotted sides lilac eyes closing as he adsorbed the sweet ache coursing through his body. 'Man did I need that to clear my head!' having a good workout away from home was never a bad thing, especially if it helped you relax.
Bright eyes flew open as the sound of wings caused his ears to prick. A few seconds after the sound of wings came a chirping sound. Looking up he caught sight of a red leathery dragon flying towards him. Hope flared like a fire in through his heart. He knew that dragon, and his bonded! "Rathunax, how are you?" He smiled brightly up at the racket making lizard. Then her sweet scent engulfed him drew his brain into a fog. His husky voice was just a whisper "If you need to land feel free to use me, Rathunax."
Once more calling on his lineage the stallion pivoted slowly to the right so he could see the girl that had captured his heart. Amethyst eyes turn upon her just as she steps clear of the cherry blossom trees. The pink flowers tangled within her flowing alabaster locks were dulled in comparison to her natural grace and shinning beauty. A soft and quiet sigh seeped from his lunges as he gazed upon her spotted face. Just her face and eyes were enough to make his head spin, and heart flutter. Her sweet musical lyrics drew ears so far forward it almost hurt. He wondered vaguely if he could get her to say his name again. Laughter almost huffed from him as the crazy thought trickled away.
Thunder rolled from his soft kissers, "Nayati, how are you?" His smile was genuine, even though he was still trying to catch his breath. Her presence was not helping him in anyway, unless making you nervous as help. "Umm... Do you need some help with those flowers? I... I think they look good." As he spoke the stallion turned his gaze downward feeling very shy. He could not for the life of himself figure out how he made those words come out. A shy but honest smile flickered around his muzzle. Maybe she would take to his words and leave the flowers, or she might just laugh in his face. He slowly moved his bulk so it was distributed evenly among all four hooves, making it easier for him to breath.
ThunderThoughts
Words:; 485
OOC:; @[Nayati]
We are gonna see greater heights They’ll put our names up in neon lights
I will end your suffering and let the healing light come in
Beneath the gaze of the one he'd intended to draw the attention of, Rathunax preened at the unnecessary but happily received sentiments, cooing far softer down at the stallion. Though he does not necessarily know the exact words that kiss the air between them, there is something new to the shift in the stallion's body, the reassurance of his tone that translates to something understandable in his young brain. Swooping down, he hovered like a stain of blood and crimson in the sky, awaiting denial. When he did not receive one immediately, he perched gently upon the beast's wide shoulders. His claws did no prick nor pinch, so used to being as gentle as possible with his spotted bonded that it was habit. Wings settled at his sides in a flourish, stretching out the knots in his shoulders and singing softly in contentment as they awaited the arrival of his beloved.
She did not take long to surface from the foliage, eyes red red red in remembrance as his emotions called out to hers. Familiarity embraced him, and he smugly peered down at her from his new throne. Nayati did not approve of him constantly attempting to tie her to the few friends she had in a far more romantic way. Daemyn and Vadim were his most favored victims, but she suspected that the two were relatively clueless in regards to his consistent meddling. Nayati herself kept her emotions locked inside, which only lent itself more to her wistful, etherworldly aura.
Aside from that normal appearance, she was glowing softly with a smile perched on her dark lips as she struggled free of the gently tugging branches. She had learned to recover from her bouts of fear far faster, Rathunax a guide for her panic and a container for her more wicked emotions. Flowers bloom like an entry carpet for her, and Rathunax himself can't help but watch her with awe as she moves toward them, beautiful and enchanting in her own right.
His smugness only increases to see how Daemyn reacts, and Nayati flushes beneath his parroting approval.
He speaks slow and strong, and her smile only strengthens beneath his kindness, demurely glancing at her hooves before looking back up at him. "I'm well, I suppose. Had a terrible fright on the way up, but it's a beautiful place," she shared, only to glare softly at Rathunax when he scoffed. A terrible fright was an understatement, of which they were both aware, but Daemyn did not need to know her weaknesses. She feared it would make him think less of her.
Nayati had been clueless to the petals in her hair, and she turned to settle her rose gaze upon them with a look of surprise. One that quickly evolved into shy gratitude at his compliment, and soon they were both ducking their heads, helpless to the force of their own private emotions. "Th-Thank you, Daemyn. I've rarely received such a compliment. I suppose I'll let them stay, then," she breathed, feeling a little short of breath with her pounding heart. Moving closer, she stood not far from him, smiling up at him as her flowers grew with her stillness to envelope his hooves as well, a bed of ever-growing beauty that disconnected them from the rest of the world. "And you? How are you, Daemyn?"
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