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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.
01-01-2015, 06:58 PM (This post was last modified: 01-01-2015, 07:02 PM by Bucephalus.)
It was his spars with Gaucho that made Bucephalus realize something he had only been vaguely blind to before. He was defenseless before those with magic, with power. There was only so much he could do to defend his herd with tooth and hoof. And defend them he desired. Gaucho's passion and love for the Throat was inspiring, fueling the growing protectiveness within the black. In an odd sort of way, he idolized the dun. He wished he could be such a symbol of power, of authority, a shield to defend his family from all the threats that bash against them, driving them away with all the fury of his body.
So he flew to the Isle in the sky in the late night, landing on the outer edges as far from the center of the Insula's activities as possible. From there, he walked on, passing place after place, none of the potential sites really capturing his attention nor feeling right to the black. White-dipped legs carried him across the isle, his gaze roaming until he found the perfect spot, and quickly he walked towards it.
The spot he chose was a cliff jutting out from the edge of the isle, rising towards the sky as if it had been a slope cut in half. He wasn't sure why he liked it, or why he thought it fitting... but it just felt right. The space was open, deserted, private. Slowly he began climbing up the slope. It would be easier to fly, but he didn't wish to. Something like what he planned to do would tolerate no shortcuts, no quick ways to finish. Finally he crested the top, standing on the edge of the cliff with the wind wrapping her silky fingers through his mane. He relaxed there for a moment, eyes closing as he took in the feeling before he bowed his head.
"I know not if you hear me or care that i am here, for i am of your herd but yet i do not honor you and only you as my God." He hesitated, raising his head to gaze at the growing sunrise. Normally he would be in the Throat, performing his daily ritual honoring the Wind and now the Sun and praying for safety of that day. "But since i have joined your herd in the desert, since i have welcomed it into my heart as my home, i have prayed to you daily."
He was silent for a moment, watching the sun as it peeked over the horizon. "Now i ask for your aid, pray for your help. I feel...defenseless, unable to fully protect your herd against the growing threats." It made him anxious, the uneasy truce with the Basin that seemed to be growing thin, the murders that have targeted members of the Throat... Bucephalus remained quiet, watching the sunrise with growing unease. The Throat was full of warriors that could defend it, but he felt as if he needed to help them, protect them so that they wouldn't have to fight. So that families would not be broken. So that friends would not be lost.
The Morningstar moved, neck bowing to the rising sun and wings unfurling, stretching up to their full extent, completely vertical. Holding the position made his shoulder muscles burn in protest, but he would not drop the stance until the sun rose fully. Daily he did this, and on this day he would do it too, praying for his God to speak with him.
(OOC: Using my VOTG pass to have Bucephalus quest for his LightXWind magic from the Sun God :D
LightXWind [Active]: Can create an aura of light that explodes like a sonic blast
[Restrictions: Opponent can evade due to growing glow; 2 uses in battle] ))
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Coding by Tamme<3
Force and minor powerplay is allowed
Please tag me in all posts
The God knew of Bucephalus, having heard his name many times in Gaucho's idle prayers. Knew that he had risen to crafter swiftly and then Chancellor, a position that the dun seemed to open just for him. But why? The God was unsure. Thus far Bucephalus cloaked himself in the garb of many. He spoke volumes, always with a different face, and was now to be a Father ... It didn't interest the God, although he did wonder what it was that composed the core of the Morningstar. More lingered there than he let on, of that the God was sure.
Flaring brightly before the black, the God appeared. The air wavered as his golden body materialized out of the morning rays of the sun. Golden flames licked and dripped on his lithe frame as he hovered effortlessly, body silhouetted and illuminated by the glowing sun behind him.
"Bucephalus." He greeted, his voice neutral. Golden eyes bore into the black with an unwavering masculinity, glinting of power and light. "You seek power." He noted, reading the hunger for strength easily from Buce's mind. "Why? The Throat wasn't even known to you more than a season ago. Why do you care so strongly about it now? Is it truly protection that drives you? Or is it the power itself?" The God cared little about the answer, but mere curiosity was strong enough to give him pause. He knew the primitive mind of Gaucho, knew the sharp politician Sohalia was, knew the gentle mind of Africa. But Bucephalus' mind was ... yet known to him. He could peer into his thoughts, and indeed he might, but first he would give the black a chance to answer for his own self.
The magic would be
:: [Magic: lightxwind | Can create an aura of light that explodes outwards like a sonic blast]
:: [Restrictions | Explodes outwards to a maximum diameter of 10m (so 5m in all directions outwards from Buce's body]
01-02-2015, 12:35 PM (This post was last modified: 01-02-2015, 05:22 PM by Bucephalus.)
It was flash of light that made Bucephalus raise his head to gaze upon the living embodiment of the sun itself. The Sun King of Sehrau had been a rough, bestial brute, twisted and harsh. This Sun God was polar opposite. Bucephalus rather liked it, though he had seen the Sun God before, it was still awe-inspiring to witness the god in the flesh right before him. Respectfully he bowed his head, ears flicking forward as his name fell from the God's lips. He lifted his gaze, meeting the deity's with both curiousity and respect, gold on gold albeit one burned much brighter.
He waited for the Sun God to finish before he spoke. "I will not lie... the power, power itself, draws me like a moth to flame." His flaw, one of many truly. He craved power, the ability to cause waves and to mean something, to alter the history of a world and be remembered. It was born of both selfish desire and a child's dream. "But protection as well drives me. You ask why i care so much suddenly for the Throat, and the answer is...not simple. I'm not entirely sure myself."
He returned his gaze to the Sun, meeting his gaze. "I am not a good man, i have done many wrong things in my short life, many cruel things. I have torn families apart and left widows in my wake." The words burned like acid in his throat, and his ears flattened against his wind-gnarled mane. "But the Throat has given me a chance to be someone new, to not be the one i was before, and still am now a bit." His thoughts flickered back to Morrigan, and the cruel words he spoke. He knew he hurt her, and later regretted it... but he still spoke knowing what his words would lead to.
"I want power, yes. But i also want to protect my future. The Throat's future. Atone for what i have done by protecting and helping to guide my new home." His resolve solidified, the black faced his God, sure in his ways. He would never deny it if asked; he was ambitious, and enjoyed power. But as skewed as his moral compass could be at times... he did want to protect the Throat and it's members. Protect those that had given him a second chance, a chance to change and seek redemption. At his core, when the masks all fell away, the Morningstar was a creature of emotion, of passion. He had no qualms about doing what must be done nor in what ways, be they sadistic or honorable. He would regret later, be haunted by what he had done, but never would he go back to change it.
The Dragon's Throat had tied him to them almost without his knowledge, and if all the herds marched against his desert home he would be on the front lines, screaming in challenge and delight. The magic he sought would not only help quench his own powerlust, but give him an edge, a weapon in defending his new home, his new life.
(OOC: Quick question, the 'sonic blast' would be a pulse of physical force, correct? Sorry if my phrasing was off, that's what i was intending xD)
Art done by Euphoriaxo
Coding by Tamme<3
Force and minor powerplay is allowed
Please tag me in all posts
It was best that the Morningstar did not lie. The God would have known it instantly and things would have had a less than happy ending for the gold-tinged creature. While the God appreciated his honesty, he was in no way surprised by the answer. Power. It all came down to that. But what did they know of true power? They who so often confused magic with strength. It was all in the mind and heart of the wielder, whether or not magic would bring them power. The magic this creature desired would only bring destruction and pain, unless of course he was planning on terraforming the landscape.
"Moths get confused. They are drawn to the light because they mistake it for the moon - they lose their way and become hopelessly lost, dying all the while they follow that which is silently and slowly killing them." He grinned, unable to think of anything by his sister. He found the metaphor fitting. But was Buce lost? Time would tell.
Atone for what he had done. The God found the words ... flat. Was that really was drove the stallion? Perhaps to an extent, but his original answer of power seemed much more plausible to the fiery deity. But it didn't matter. Like the moth, the MorningStar would either find his bearings or he wouldn't. It didn't matter.
"If this magic is what you seek then you shall have to bring me the essence of the wind, so that I might bind my light to it. But be wary the wind will not want to be caught. You will have to be very creative. Here -" The God offers Bucephalus an amulet of his own making. "Perhaps this will serve your purpose."
Bucephalus must capture the essence of the wind! To do this he can either: Have a container made that can hold the wind, and go to the Heavenly Fields. OR he can try and harness pure wind magic using the amulet. Be wary though. When you try, tag the RE account to see if you're successful.
The magic would be
:: [Magic: lightxwind | Can create an aura of light that explodes outwards like a shockwave]
:: [Restrictions | Explodes outwards to a maximum radius of 5m from Buce's body]
The god's metaphor with moths has Buce's lips twitching, and he fights to keep from smiling. And fails. But he remains silent, listening. He did not believe himself lost, he had a plan in mind, in motion. But...maybe to the god he is lost. A moth chasing a flame, mistaking it for a dream and burning in the agony of his mistake and fantasy. It's a sobering thought, and he ponders it, mulling the theory over.
But he never removes his focus entirely from the Sun God. So when the flaming deity tells him precisely what he must do to obtain the power he sought... He wanted to laugh. "I have been chasing the wind since i could first fly into her embrace." He said, grinning now. His grin was born of amusement, of the irony of the situation. To chase the wind... it was something fit for a song. Had he been a mare he would be composing the verses right off the bat. As it was...he'd settle for music.
The Sun god hands him an amulet, and he takes it and carefully tucks it in one of his pouches. "Thank you. For everything really." He said as he straightened. "Since when has the fickle wind ever wanted to be captured? Is it not her nature?" He hummed, then dipped his head once more. "Pardons, i doubt you wish to be pestered longer. I will return with the wind." He apologized, mind rolling over prospects. Now he could have fun doing this and chase the wind like a hero of old... or capture wind magic in the amulet.
Was there really a doubt which one he'd choose?
Art done by Euphoriaxo
Coding by Tamme<3
Force and minor powerplay is allowed
Please tag me in all posts
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