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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.
Springtime was in full bloom by now, grounds thawed, scrubby foliage in the Basin scraping its way through the carcasses of their fallen, previously frozen brethren to grasp at new life. A serenely blue sky was reflected off the placid surface of the Basin lake, clouds lazily drifting by, mirrored on the water, rippled by any gentle passing breeze. The Lord and Lady of this herd had decreed this season would be filled with sparring and Torleik was glad for it. He had been, as he would classify it, ineffective as the Basin's general perhaps due to his abhorrence of Deimos and belief that Illynx was not one to listen to ideas from a brute such as himself.
But now that Ophelia was in place, the Bloodskald felt that perhaps the things he desired to see enacted in this herd could come to proper fruition. His wants and suggestions could have their own springtime bloom and emerge from their winter thaw of silence. This springtime mid-morning was a pleasant one, the temperature a balmy one for the mountains - crisp, but not biting. The healer's cave was to the east of him, Ulrik's crafting cave slightly southwest. The prisons were due west.
The prisons. That was a part of the Basin he'd never visited - but then he'd never heard of them having any prisoners. Nor had he ever any reason to visit the cave of the Haruspex. Had he even met their Haruspex? Possibly. Torleik frowned and pawed at the ground, irked. Did he know so few in their herd? He needed to expand his knowledge, meet more of the cogs within this grand machine that was the Basin. Politics were not his strong point (Bolverik would best him at that with ease), but he was not a complete recluse, either.
That was of no matter today; today was for battle, for sweat and blood and heat, victory and defeat. Who would come out on top remained to be seen - in fact, his opponent remained to be seen. The one they called Aviya was to be his partner in this spar and Torleik desired to know if she was a shieldmaiden, another of their proliferate spies, or simply an occupant of this herdland with no clear distinction. Others milled about occasionally, but the rabicano stallion had seen neither hide nor hair of the mare that had been described to him as sooty with a white face. Impatience gripped him today and he paced in small circles, eyes following Irelyn's shadow on the ground. She wheeled and zagged in the air above, enjoying the springtime for the plentiful insect banquet it provided her. Grasshoppers, butterflies, insects of all kinds emerged and tantalized her palate; so many of them flew! Her path darted to and fro as she chased these little snacks, snapping them up with childish glee. After all, why not gorge herself? Her bonded usually didn't want her fighting, right?
'Irelyn, stop stuffing your gullet; I won't have you sluggish for this spar,' game her unicorn's deep voice through their bond, and the owl-griffin dramatically dropped the ground like she'd been shot down, her path from the air to the soil below swift and straight. Sulking, she begrudgingly slaked her thirst at the lake's edge and flopped to the dirt, waiting. Since when did Torleik want her involved? He always got mad when she tried on her own. This was stupid. And unfair. She was having fun!
Amused by his companion's petulant little miniature fit, the Bloodskald still lightly scolded her. 'I discipline you when you do not listen, little one,' he returned, able to discern her train of thought. 'You need to learn how to be of use in a fight, but you must listen to me, else I will remove you. Understand?' Believing he saw a figure that might be their opponent approach, Torleik nudged the small creature with a hoof. "Get up off the ground. If this is Aviya, we must present a ready and united front. You always respect your opponent, regardless of your feelings about them personally, or your desire to battle."
If the figure was, indeed, his sparring partner, he was ready, nerves thrilled and humming with little zings of anticipation. Regardless of the outcome, sparring was exceptional practice. And practice only led to improvement.
So, let the improvement begin.
@[Aviya]
"talk talk talk"
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Aurora Basin Seasonal Spar: Birdsong
Time: Try to post within a week, otherwise normal spar rules, no time extensions.
Setting: The Basin, by the Basin lake, slightly north of it. Midmorning, nice, cool spring day. Ground has thawed, some vegetation sprouted; scrubby.
(0/3) Intro post | WC (729) | Aviya may make the first attack! :) Good luck!
It had been some time since her mother's passing, and the raw emotion was now a puckered, tender scar over the princess' heart. If there was any being in this world that Aviya loved most, it was her mother. Momma Kou had been there through it all. She had birthed Aviya and introduced her to Tamlin and Mauja. She had massaged the filly's sides when the racking coughing took over her frail, young body. Kou had helped her strengthen and control her magic. Kou had taught her how to fight, how to maneuver around her opponents with ease, but also how to throw out chilling, crushing blows when it came to being up close and personal. She remembered her mother's soft lips against her dark ears, whispering gently as the harsh winds of the north overtook them.
"Have heart, young girl. The princess of the Doctor cowers to no one, not even the gods."
It had been the raw emotion from the tragedy of losing her mother that stimulated her challenge to Sialia. The blue and black woman's tongue had been the straw that broke the camel's back, and Aviya was 'done' with her. Aviya crushed her easily, sending her into submission with little more than the effort of a mouse. In some way, the dark princess was torn in her victory. She wished Sialia would have fought back, would have 'bled' for her transgressions; however, the other part of Aviya basked in the glory of shining a light on Sialia's cowardice and weakness. It would be known in the Basin that Aviya was 'better' than the mother of bastards. The thought of the mare now made Aviya snort. The woman did not deserve space in the young warrior's mind, and so Aviya pushed her into the tundra dirt below her black, cloven hooves.
As the sun rose and broke over the barrier of the mountains, Aviya knew it was time. She was assigned by her superiors to spar today against the 'general' of the herd. Aviya did not know much of him, and something of that spoke volumes to her. Sighing, mostly out of boredom, Aviya turned from her spot at the entrance of her cave to move towards the Basin's never freezing lake. As Aviya approached, her icy eyes fell on a figure there. It was dark, tall, muscular, and she decided it must be her general. Torleik as his name was given to her. s the younger girl closed the distance between them, she watched the stallion before her. He was built broader than her, with a deep chest and rippling muscle that surely held strength far greater than her own. However, his bulk would weigh him down. Aviya was much lighter than the stallion, and she predicted that she would be able to move more nimbly over the scrubby terrain beneath their hooves. She reminded herself, however, not to lose track of her footing. Any wrong move in this place and her cloven hooves could get stuck in the thick, tangled tundra grasses that had been matted in some places from frequent traffic. The grasses could even be hiding an unknown hole, so the white-faced girl would need to be quite careful in her movements. He also had a companion, which she was lacking, so Aviya would need to match him with her magic.
"Torleik. I'm Aviya." Aviya nodded to the stallion when she was close enough, though she did not stop. Aviya was not interested in small talk at this time. She was here to perform a duty assigned by her superiors, and that is what mattered most. Narrowing her blue eyes and snapping her ears down into her frosted mane, Aviya launched herself at Torleik. Her delicately arched neck bunched, muscles ready to propel her head forward and snap bites on this stallion. Aviya was moving to what she hoped was head on to the friesian stallion, but she feigned to his left some, hoping to come parallel to him. Her canter was controlled and quick, and when Aviya believed she was close enough she struck. Cloven forehooves dashed out in front of her, attempting to smack on Torleik's left foreleg, hopefully high enough to leave his canon out of risk but his knee right in her path. As much as Aviya was going to enjoy this fight, this stretching of muscle and sinew, she did not want to damage her general too badly, and she herself did not want to leave this place limping terribly and having to visit her father. Following quickly behind her attempted kicks, Aviya reached out straight and quick, hoping to snap her teeth closed over the delicate skin just behind Torleik's left elbow, near his heart girth area.
Torleik’s audits were angled slightly forward in interest as this dual-toned mare approached, inspecting her with each passing moment. Movement analysis was an integral part of assessing one’s opponent and the Bloodskald had become quite adept at gleaning information using his eyes alone. How did she move? Was it smooth, awkward, halting? Were her strides long or short? Were her shoulders or hips uneven; was she limping or favoring a leg? From what he was currently given, the rabicano filed into his memory the two white stockings that graced her hind legs, and the bald face she presented. At a greater distance, it was almost unnerving how her visage appeared as though the flesh had been peeled back to the bone.
And speaking of, he noted the horn that glittered in the midst of her crown, jagged and broken. Was that…glass? A fleeting thought to the culprit who had shattered the weapon skittered across a momentarily open channel of his mindspace before he thrust it aside in favor of more pertinent cogitations – like how she would have to get much closer if she wanted to use the translucent spear. Aviya was smaller than he by a good six inches with slender legs propelling a compact but muscular frame. Long, elegant neck ended in a sculpted face much smaller and more delicate than his own thick anvil; her entire form was rather like twigs beside bricks when compared to him, he mused. The rune-horned expected her to be a little faster than he, but he was rather nimble and hoped to surprise her with his own impressive movement – though she would likely expend less energy to perform a task. His bulk did come with a price.
She drew close and uttered few words, stating his name and offering hers without so much as a pause in her motion, earning her suspiciously pinned ears and silence in return. Her own flicked down and suddenly she shot forward, moving towards him at a swift clip. When she feigned left and tried to draw alongside him, the Viking pivoted to keep his shoulders squared to her, not about to let her get easy access to an unprotected flank. His nostrils flared in anticipation, hooves dancing lightly on the grass, ice appearing and disappearing around them with each brief step. The flash of her forelegs took him by surprise and he realized he’d been lulled into a complacent defense by the rhythmic movement they’d mirrored for those few moments of calm before this pugilistic fusion.
The Bloodskald lifted his left foreleg in futile avoidance, hissing when the jarring, deeply agonizing pain of a bone being smacked by a solid, dense object reverberated through his leg. Luckily, moving as he did made it a more glancing attack than it might have been; this was not to be said about her bite, which Torleik saw coming and took a calculated risk to endure. His body instinctively pulled away from her but he didn’t flee, and snarled a noise of anger when the sharp, pinching, grinding pain erupted around the sensitive skin just behind his elbow. Torleik immediately regretted allowing this to happen as it did; he could feel his flesh being scraped and pulled to the breaking point and it hurt like absolute hell.
But his strategy served a purpose: he hoped to let Aviya succeed so as to leave the rest of her body unprotected for him to attack. So, in that flash of a moment where she bit down hard, he pushed through the pain and dipped his head low, coiling his thick, muscular neck to the right and then rocketing it to the left with the intention of slamming his horns into the yin-and-yang mare’s left flank – or shoulder – or whatever he might hit. Any pound of flesh was acceptable if his attack were to connect. Irrespective of the outcome, he kicked his legs into a canter, hooves throwing up bits of dirt, rock and grass while he tried to put a modicum of distance between their bodies, eyes never leaving her form. Though the morning was in the prime of its life and the air cool, Torleik could already feel his body beginning to sweat and he knew that soon he would be awash in white foam with a steaming pelt. He was a creature built for the cold and even temperate weather could contribute to quickening his exhaustion. Sucking in a deep breath and risking a glance to the lake that was now to his right, memories of his battle with Ulrik came sharply back. That damnable metal hellhound had been his downfall; his opponent was not so lucky as to have an overpowered helper this time.
With a quick flick of his orbs to the sky, he checked Irelyn’s position. ’Soon.’
@[Aviya]
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WC: (800) | (1/3) | Summary: Torleik gets a glancing smack on the leg and takes her bite (probably a bad idea). As she's biting/trying to bite, he lowers his head and tries to smash his horns into whatever part of her side he can hit, then puts some distance between them quickly.
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