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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.
01-07-2015, 01:28 PM (This post was last modified: 01-11-2015, 03:11 PM by Thor.)
Thor the Gentle Heart
I’d seen so much over the years and paid my dues… But I hadn’t really been given the chance to live. I’d loved a compassionate woman and she’d passed, but I was yet ready to love again. There was only thing I had left to do- regain my daughter’s confidence and again find her trust. Like most things in my life as of late, I was quite burdened by the image of Essetia. I imagined her a beautiful, young woman now…I had no doubts that she would make my old heart proud. If she was anything like her mother, she would be a kind and selfless creature, one best made to forge her own path.
I hoped that I too could decide my own fate.
The past few months had been a number of different things: painful, joyous, frustrating, and enlightening. But I wanted to pick up where I’d left of and I’d been allowed no such mercy until now.
It was true, I was now a mere shell of my former self. But I’d come to see it remedied. The Edge had given me so much throughout my life that I lacked proper gratitude for her mercy. It was with that in mind that I ventured, for the second time, to the Veins of the Gods. The first time I’d laid eyes on the sacred monuments had been when I was but five years old. I’d been a foolish, young lad hoping for greatness. However, I’d learned that success was not something given because one desired it… It was awarded through the endless trials of life- ones I now claimed to have suffered.
I had come seeking the Earth God, the only ethereal being to shower me with his grace and accept me beneath his wing. It had been so long ago that he’d allowed me favor in my journey to help Tamira, but as I reminisced -basking in the perfect light of his compassion- I was almost convinced it had been only days ago.
Would he show me similar courtesy after all these years?
With the land bridge stretched out before me, I attempted to soothe my racing heart and trembling bones. After all, it was not every day that one sought to call upon their Gods.
Tentatively, I moved forward across the bridge, captivated by the roiling azure magma just beneath my feet. I couldn’t bring myself to question the power of the Gods, but I couldn’t help the mild fear that bloomed across the lengths of my aging soul. The pendant I’d received from the almighty Turtle hung loosely about my neck, but would the Earth God guess why I’d come? Would he understand that I was yet able to serve my family, a warrior? They now called me their Specter but I knew the risks of such entitlement, knew of the craving I’d acquired for the heat of battle.
I’d come to see the pendant blessed by the might of the Earth. I’d come to engage in my final stand.
Before me, the shrine split by blackened years and dotted with luminous blue, waited ominously. I bowed before it, eyes closed as I sighed softly, “My Grace, I come seeking your guidance- your help.”
Would he find noble soldier before him or a mere ghost of what once was…?
OOC| Using his VotG Pass in order to have his pendant blessed with the ability to create a protective force field large enough to protect Thor and one other.
[Next time can you please use the RE prefix? You don't need to tag :) ]
This place ... it held so many memories and heartaches. The quests that had fallen short here, lives lost and hearts broken. Gifts were given and blessings bestowed and yet ... yet for all that had passed here, it simply seemed empty. The God was almost saddened to be called her, to be forced to relieve the reasons why they had destroyed the Veins in the first place, especially amidst all of the murders currently occurring.
Still, the God would come.
Rocks melded away, creating a pit that ... wasn't quite. Where spaces began to crumble between the great stone slabs, a body immediately began to inhabit them. Great rustic shoulders pressed outwards, as enormous and feathered wings spread over the degrading granite. A horned skull formed, chiseled and strong. The bearded muzzle twitched slightly, causing rock dust to fall towards his great hooves.
There were perhaps few who could make Thor appear small, but the God was certainly one.
However the God's normally paternal gaze shifted to one of concern almost immediately. "Your wings. What has happened to them?" He inquired, the worry in his voice obvious. Was this another ... another sacrifice? He had known that his brother, in the past, had gifted wings to those who had killed for them. Was that what had happened to the stallion? Had his wings been torn from his body so that they might give flight to another?
The ground splintered just before me and the world seemed to quake in welcome. I stepped back in order to accommodate whatever might heave itself from the underworld, but I was not strained by the ropes of fear. Instead, a soft light gleamed from within and I stared on in utter awe.
It still amazed me to witness the might of the Gods. I hadn’t expected him to come and the strange euphoria that accompanied him made me smile in greeting. However, the great God of the Earth did not look as pleased to see me as I him. His deep, brown eyes were severe and I did have to question if I’d done something to offend him… aside from abandoning Helovia for a time.
How past deeds could weigh so heavily on the mind…
However, my Grace did not mention shame or wrongdoings on my behalf. Instead, only questions hiding mild concern were proffered from his noble lips. My wings… Of course they would not go unnoticed by the earth’s creator himself. But they were yet a sensitive subject that I longed to avoid, even in the presence of an immortal. “They were taken… by an infection procured in the Frostbreath Steppe your Grace,” I offered humbly. I wasn’t sure if he sought the full story or not but I feared that the reliving of such an event would only make me weak before him.
I did not want to spoil my chances of his favor in the loss of my strength… over something I could not explain.
I did allow him a moment for further question though, because I’d heard of woeful tales concerning the wrath of the Gods. I’d witnessed the kindness of the Earth’s almighty King but I did not want to awaken the certain punishment that would come of insolence on my part. “Thank you for seeing my calls answered. I come again to you in hopes of asking your favor. You have supplied me so generously in the past and I wish to honor you with my gratitude… But I also seek your help in obtaining an item,” I softened, hopeful.
“When last we met you allowed me the power to heal someone I loved. I come to you now hoping that you will also allow me the power to protect them. The Great and Giving Turtle visited the island with gifts and I received this pendant,” I stated gratefully while gesturing down to the burgundy stone resting easily at my chest. “I wanted to see it blessed with your might- a force field large enough to protect myself and one other,” I continued bravely. “I would accept whatever terms you deem fit for such an item my Grace…”
The God could hear the pain and uncertainty in Thor's voice. Was it of the Wraiths that he spoke? The God knew that a few of the infectious creatures lingered, or at least they had. His healing waters in the caves could not resonate to every corner of the world to which some of them fled. Sighing, the God nodded. He accepted Thor's obvious attempts to shift the conversation away from the subject of his wings. Perhaps one day the two would speak again on the matter. The Gentleheart wouldn't be the first to ask to have appendages healed or even replaced.
Gently and with great attention the God listened to the rest of what Thor had to say. He remembered well leading Thor into the crystalline caves of the mind of the troubled mare whom the Gentleheart once loved. The giant had done well that day, so it did not surprise the God that Thor had returned to ask for a similar sort of gift. Both involved aiding others and yet ... was Thor's own flesh not large enough to shield most? Chuckling to himself at the thought, the God lowered his brow to inspect the pendant, given to him by the Turtle.
Ahhh.
"This will do nicely. In order to receive the blessing upon this pendant you must show me that you understand what it means to protect. Find danger and confront it head on, three different times. The danger must be different each time. Once this is completed, bring to me a stone from the Heart Caves. Then you shall have your magic."
The danger must be different each time; examples might be, something that personally scares Thor, Thor trying to protect someone else, Thor sparring, etc.
Since receiving the pendant from the generous Turtle, I had worn it like a crown made of gold. Despite the fact that it was nothing more than a decorative accessory at the moment, I displayed it for my Grace with honor. One day it would allow me the same protection as those who wore bulky armor in the arena… However, I hoped that it would not weight me down like the metal that had clung to Thranduil’s body during our fight.
When he stepped closer in order to inspect the pendent and the chord upon which it hung, I smiled. I was a man who appreciated the small things in life… Certainly there was no shame in that? “I’m not much now my Grace, but I promise to work towards greatness once more. I will see my honor restored one good deed at a time… You are not my patron God, but I believe in your power and strength all the same. I will find a way to repay you for your kindness and generosity,” I stated evenly and seriously.
After he related the terms to enchanting such an item, I nodded solemnly. He wanted me to face my fears… but it was not the shadow of night or a ghoulish monster I feared. It was my past that I feared the most. How was I supposed to face my demons so soon after returning? What demons truly needed facing? Somehow I knew that he’d seen me struggling with the idea of finding my daughter and perhaps it was the perfect place to start…
But was I ready?
“I will do my best my Grace. Thank you,” I murmured softly while bowing before him. I had a long road ahead, but I was more than ready to lunge headlong down that path and into oblivion.
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