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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.
Torleik felt frustration well up in his chest when the terrified newcomer to this place tore out of the Threshold, telling them their promises were all lies and they were working for 'him,' whoever this 'him' was. Pursing his lips and narrowing his gaze, he turned to his fellow Basiner and shot him a sharp glare. "Perhaps he might have stayed had you not laid it on so thickly sweet that it sounded far too good to be true. You are not so skilled that the bullshit you spew smells of roses," the Bloodskald grunted. Clearly this fool was not a soldier, as he'd observed before. What else could he be besides useless?
His judgemental gaze roved over this golden stallion, seeing all the markings of a pure unicorn - or what others might consider 'pure.' The leonine tail, the cloven hooves, characteristics Torleik did not sport. His coloring was the Bloodskald's negative; light where he was dark, and dark in the way he was light: pelt was golden to Torleik's black, markings dark to Torleik's white. That they were so different did not surprise him, given he doubted this male knew how to acceptably fight.
He carried himself too...lightly.
This male resided in the Basin but the general had seen him mayhap once or twice before. Herd meetings, most likely. He'd caught his name from this last interaction but hadn't the slightest idea who or what this stallion did. "I have seen you around the Basin, but you are not one of my soldiers. What position do you hold?"
Wouldn't do to be an asshole to everyone, regardless of his annoyance.
"talk talk talk"
@[Thranduil]
OOC: Just wanted a short little extra with Thran but didn't want to shoe-horn it into Mat's threshold thread :)
01-02-2015, 11:15 AM (This post was last modified: 01-02-2015, 12:10 PM by Thranduil.)
THRANDUIL
Well that had been a waste. An utter waste. It might have been worked out more smoothly had the other not stepped up to the plate. It perhaps would have gone quiet well. He had at least gotten his name out of him, and stopped the immediate sobs. But no, Torleik had joined in. Harks pinned back, feeling the cold metal touch of his circlet. This was something to fight over though. However it did not change his first desires to find some time alone. So the gold let it go. Not something he usually did, and resolved to slip away into the darkness of dark forest for some time alone at last before the inevitable pangs of his bonded slipped into his chest.
Oh but the warrior would not let it slip so lightly by, and more’s the pity for him. Walking away he heard the low grinding words come pounding at him. Stopping with a stomp the gold raised his twin horned head and turned it back. He noted the black who walked on water and ice did look over him with scrutiny, and it made the insult all the more harsh. His eyes got a spark within them. He would teach this piece of dumb ass battle shit a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget. So the gold paints on himself before the black can see much a look calm pain at the sentencing of his skills. His ears were forward, and eyes clouded with confusion at the bloodskald’s words. “It was the truth so far as I have found it.” So that all the black would find upon this golden’s face was a look of weary sadness.
The golden remembered well each time the soldier had seen him, for the gold had seen him as well. Roughed up at meetings and keeper of the new lady’s honor he had been. It seemed fitting the new lady was in love with a block head as this. The black speaks again, his voice commanding the authority that it had no right to. The gold was equal in ranks to war monger, and most certainly he had no right to level his accusations at him. Still, like a Cheshire cat the golden smiles inside for the trap he was laying. With face weary but calm he replies. “I am a scholar for our family.” He shifts with a critical gaze coming through the swirling depths of his tired eyes. “You have no right to disrespect me,” the gold seemed to shift, trying to find some inner core with which to stand up this battle beast. “You are the sect that gives this family such a bad name with your threats and violence.” The gold seemed to have found the core he had searched, and stood more solid with head higher than before, but his voice still held a waver, and was small and weak compared to the brute before him. Oh how the gold waited for the black to walk into the lie, to feel for himself the strength of the gold’s webs. Of course nothing was for certain, but the gold had been ever so careful not to leave any sign but that of a small little diviner, having been honest in his attempt, no trying to find a foothold to resist this attack from a soldier.
@[Torleik]
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
Please tag in every post.
Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
Torleik might not have been so good at sneaking and conniving, lying and laying traps, but he was not a fool - and as far as he could tell, this imbecile found him as such. And then a thought occurred to him. Why not let this moron think him stupid? Why not play into the stereotype of the unintelligent brute? But would his pride let him? The rabicano was unsure he could keep up the act. Could he out maneuver a snake? That was not his skill; he was a straightforward man, one who did not gild himself with lies and falsehoods as his armor.
No. He would only end up looking more like a fool were he to try to play this stallion. So he waited patiently, watching this golden snake coil himself up in preparation for whatever strike he thought was clever and brilliant. Sensitive though he might be beneath his thick hide, Torleik was not easily rattled. "Truth, hn," the rabicano hummed, amused, letting Thranduil continue as he wished. These blowhards, they had to feel in control, feel like the situation was theirs to direct as they wished.
He asked what position the light colored male held and listened to the answer, considering it in his mind for a short while. Torleik was not aware of any scholars in the Basin, and no scholar, no lowly rank such as that, would be recruiting in the Threshold. The soldier smirked and said in a calm, level voice, "No you aren't." He didn't know what Thranduil was, but he was not a scholar. A scholar would know how to use their words, know how to tell a story, draw someone in. He was more of a scholar than this self-important brat.
A single, scarred brow rose when this thing told him he had no right to disrespect him because it was the soldiers who gave the Basin a bad name. "Our threats and violence? No, child, it is the racist leaders this herd has been subject to that give the Basin a bad name now. Perhaps in the past, when raids were common, you could say that about the soldiers, but not as of late."
Giving Thranduil a little smile, Torleik shifted to a more comfortable position on his feet. "You would do well to hone your wordcraft," he offered. "I don't have to like you to want you to be useful to our herd," he grunted, "and if you think for a moment that making wild promises to recruit someone to the Basin is the way to go then gods help us, never recruit again. You have to give them some truth sprinkled amongst the hope so that when they're let down - and they will be someday - they can look back and say you didn't lead them astray; you gave them what you could."
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