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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.
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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.
The beginning of birdsong had brought disaster. She still ached from two battles, chewed angrily at her teeth from the challenge, and had barely managed to set tenuous relations with the Throat only to have that turned on its head by one little snit. Gaucho would know. There was no escaping the fact that he would harbor anger for this attempt so shortly after they made their agreements, but time had flown and she had barely had a chance to breathe let alone alert the herd to new relations. Her mortality was showing, and she took a deep breath.
She had shed her armor back in the Aurora Basin and walked, exposing her wounds to the elements and striding uncomfortably south. Through day and night, she pressed onward, only stopping when necessary. The normal dance of her lofty gait was reduced to a shuffle, and with each step, her anger, impotent, grew like a knot in her belly. The gods enjoyed using her as a pathway to step no, it seemed. The moment she was in power, the responsibilities piled.
Before she even knew names, she had to protect them from their consequences. Now, her half-brother was shacking up with some arrogant bitch who was too prideful to realize her miserably weakened state, and Mauja. Her mind went blank at the recollection of what happened, and she shoved it far away, trying not to have to work through all of those emotions now. Ophelia shook her head lightly, showing up at the entrance of the Dragon's Throat.
So long ago it seemed, she had brought Knox from this very spot to the Oasis to drink. The little, dark boy and his pup had been to the point of death. She still remembered the pathway that she took, right through the sands where bright green blooms dotted the otherwise vacant landscape. Here was where her identity had been stolen by Kri's captives. She had left then, finding the mare's leadership ineffectual.
Ophelia had no intention of yelling or causing a fight. Her throat burned already. Someone would fly by, no doubt, and find her standing at the threshold, waiting. With burns along her sides and a gash that had finally stopped bleeding, she would be patient.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
01-02-2015, 02:51 PM (This post was last modified: 01-02-2015, 03:29 PM by Gaucho.)
GAUCHO
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
Ophelia wouldn't have to wait long. Given the recent encounter with Thranduil lurking so far inside his borders, Gaucho had increased patrol and security as of late. If only he could have known just how long the golden trickster had remained in his borders he might have gone out and recruited more muscle himself. Then again, if he knew that much about Thranduil he might also know that he was one of the Basin's top assets. In which case the conversation that was about to follow might not be quite so pleasant.
Gaucho moved steadily towards Ophelia, steadily declining through the air. His movements were not charged by anger or a need to demonstrate his power. There was no flurry of feathers as he landed, no spray of sand. His large bulk landed with a relative grace upon the sands, disturbing them very little. Flame soaked wings hugged against his dark flanks as he moved towards Ophelia. Gaucho's stormy gaze found the place where her shadow fell, and rose a few feet up (awkwardly staring directly at her chest). Through Mara's vision he saw that her coat was no longer the colour of freshly fallen snow, but was marred by injury and old blood.
She had been busy it seemed.
Mara's steely face poked through Gaucho's forelock, black eyes scanning for the frost snake. Whatever truce held between the two did not concern the two serpents as far as Mara was concerned.
"Ophelia." He greeted, his voice holding at bay the anger that welled up within his chest. He had been notified of the failed attempt on Tandavi almost immediately. It rang a fury within his chest, given that he had just returned from his talk with Ophelia - the pain of having carried Phaedra all the way back still aching across his spine. How Gaucho was no an idiot. For the culprit to have traveled all the way from the Basin to the Throat meant they would have left nearly at the same time as Ophelia had. The order couldn't have come from her - or at least, not after their talk unless the red-tipped queen had more tricks up her sleeve.
Gaucho's eyes rose (with a prompt from Mara) to more or less were Ophelia's gaze might have been. "Truce short." He offered in jest, his voice hinting at amusement as his dark lips twitched. He couldn't see her expression, although he hoped to avoid another verbal confrontation with her by keeping things light. He could easily crush her body ... but her mind would forever be an insurmountable opponent.
"Your spy try to steal my new Sultana." His voice grew more and more stern throughout the sentence. Would Ophelia's vast and brilliant mind put the pieces together? His love for Sohalia? Did Ophelia know of Soh's disappearance? Well, if she didn't perhaps she would assume it now. Either that or the two had had a falling out. Whatever assumption she drew Gaucho hoped she would not press it. He wasn't in the mood to discuss his personal life at the moment - Rasta and Tandavi had pulled on his heartstrings enough for the rest of the year. "But fail." He concluded, forcing his voice to ignore the tension he felt in his breath at thoughts of Sohalia.
"Gaucho assume order not come from you...Gaucho going to come North to see you about it." I was going to come North like you said. He seemed to imply, I am trying to fulfill my end of this.
01-02-2015, 06:22 PM (This post was last modified: 01-02-2015, 06:23 PM by Ophelia.)
Ophelia the Forsaken
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Ophelia stood as tall as she could given that a large bite mark sat on her spine, bruising the area. The burning in her eyes was not directed and the flame-tipped stallion, but rather at the general atmosphere - as if she could scowl the very air around then into obedience. She watched as he landed, knowing that someone would find her standing there eventually. The time of day didn't even matter. She guessed it was somewhere in the evening, but who actually gave a fuck right now?
The pale princess looked up to see the snake in his antlers and heard Tinek grumble in her head. With a sweeping motion, the silver dragon curled around and landed on the sand next to Ophelia, wary of the injury to her back. He did not want to put pressure on her already damaged spine. She was grateful. Once upon a time, he had been able to rest between her ears but no longer. He was truly a massive beast now. She acknowledged his greeting by flashing her strange, two toned eyes to meet his, aware that he must be quite upset.
His amusement somewhat helped her mood, and she snorted in humor, taking a deep breath and wincing at the expansion of her burned flesh. Ah, so Tandavi was the new Sultana then? Interesting... She frowned, thinking that the slight would be even worse had anyone known.
"I came here to apologize," she said, eye contact not wavering when she spoke. "We made a truce but much has happened since my promise. A threat was made against me, and I answered her with a challenge. Ophelia frowned. She took another breath. "You should know that there is a mare, a foul mare, named Confutatis the World Eater, and her insanity knows no boundaries. She is weighed by children sired by my half-sibling, Tyradon. Be watchful. Thusfar their quarrels have only been with the Aurora Basin. She stole twins."
Anger flashed in her eyes, punctuated by the short way she said 'twins'. Children were to be protected. She may be a terrible parent herself, but she cared nonetheless. "She is dark in color with yellow eyes and a white marking on her face in the shape of a skull. A foul smell comes from her mouth and she dribbles spit. Not easy to miss..." What happened to Sohalia then? "If the Academy is no more, I can still help educate yours about magic, the gods and history," she offered, trying to be kind. He deserved it, given his patience.
"And no, I will give no orders against the Dragon's Throat." What reason did they have to go against a herd so similar to theirs anyway? The pegasus only wanted peace to live among their kind as well.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
GAUCHO
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
Gaucho's lips almost peeled back in a hearty laugh as the first words out of Ophelia's mouth were an apology. He had thought that the mare was incapable of such things. His picture of Ophelia was now a big question mark. When they had sparred she had seemed ... formidable to a point. She didn't push up against the barriers of his strength though few did. Still she had stood her ground, and as a result the battle had come down to their companions: an arena in which he lost. Now she tells him she answered a challenge against her? Her body certainly showed the signs of it. It must have been quite the ordeal. If he knew that in fact she had fought two fights recently he would have understood the markings on her body even more, although remained just as impressed, if not a little turned on.
So who was Ophelia? Cunning? Manipulative? Kind? Generous? Clever or naive of her own faults? Strong? Or boldly stupid? Beautiful? Or deserving of death?
He had no idea anymore.
As she described Confutatis the Wildfire did laugh. He had met the mare before. She had been crazy yes, but also a coward. "Gaucho surprise she even fight. Gaucho spar her before. She run away after first attack." Had she drooled then? He probably would have remembered if she did but nothing was coming to him. She had thought herself so powerful, and yet she crumbled immediately.
The facades of the mind do not fortify the body.
"Thank you." He offered on both accounts. When was the last time information had been shared so easily between the two herds? Was he obligated to share information with Ophelia? "Gaucho speak with Sun God. Soon there will be explosion -" He advised, blind gaze glittering darkly as his minds eye pictured what he imagined would come. "-If you hear it or see it, not worry. Land bridge will be gone-" He continued, motioning to the patch of land that Ophelia had just come from. "Too many just wander in. Now we force them to wait." Unless they had wings of course, but the thought never even occurred to Gaucho. His own kind had never showed aggression to the Throat. Sometimes racism could seem so justified. However the lingering image of Thranduil so far inside of the Throat (and unknowingly for so long), but Gaucho's skin itch. It was unacceptable. This was a way to stop that from happening. "Magic bridge go there instead." He concluded, wanting to cut off the stream of questions he had already heard from his herd: What about those who can't fly?
He snorted as she mentioned the Academy, wincing at the implications of why it had begun. "Soh and one of Gaucho's sons go to collect materials. Things we not have in Helovia. To educate. Tandavi want to teach too. Maybe she continue project until Soh returns." But would Soh return? If she didn't would that justify his having moved on? (Was that even what it was? What had happened between He and Ampere? That was moving on ?)
"Gaucho give no orders against Basin. If we angry, Gaucho will come North. Will tell you. A small party went North few days ago - we have lots of metal here. They offer to trade with your crafters." It was actually fairly historic when you thought about it. When was the last time the leaders of the Throat and the Basin had spoken so frequently? When was the last time any trading occurred between them? Gaucho only hoped they came home without injury. Things were going so well, after all. It would be a pity to see it crumble so soon.
Ophelia raised a brow when he laughed about Confutatis, but that question was answered quickly enough. She snorted, shaking her head and letting out a heavy breath. Her soul was till glowering, still angry, but she was glad, at least, that someone else had experienced the arrogance followed by an immediate and swift fall. "I will never understand that arrogance," she said with a hot laugh. "She was pregnant and tried to take me from my home. I had to attack her to get her to back off. Madness and stupidity stand side by side..." she trailed, musing.
She was glad for his thanks and then raised a brow again as he mentioned the plans for his land. Well... that was interesting. Now at least this trip was worth the knowledge. Amusing how they were worried about those wandering in, and she supposed this was just another way that they made their herd more easily accessible to just the wings ones. In actuality it was clever, and it did not offend Ophelia in the slightest. If they wanted to live with their kind, she could respect their desires. The bridge was a nice tough, though.
"Clever," she complimented. "We have the metal sentinels, but I suppose the Basin already just has the narrow entrance." Ophelia smiled, the expression strange and almost sphynx-like on her face. As her eyes swept over the vast nothingness that was their entryway, she figured that a little ocean water would break up the landscape in a pleasing way. "I am sure the weather will adjust in response too, with the ocean waters rising up where we stand."
Then, she asked about the Academy and was surprised to hear that Gaucho had a son. Well, not surprised, really. The fact that he had a son was interesting. Would Sohalia ever come back from this trip? Or would she wind up as one of the many bodies littering Helovia? Ophelia wasn't sure, but she would let him have his hope. "If Tandavi needs another teach, have her let me know," she replied. The pale princess was not old, but she had been here a very long time.
Ophelia nodded. "I am sure our Engineer will appreciate the metal," she replied. "I must go north now, but I am glad we are still on good terms. If any of my herd decides to go against you and yours... have them," she said with a hard smile, one that hinted at violence. She was done protecting those who could not protect themselves. Personal responsibility had to be a part of the every day routine.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
GAUCHO
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
Gaucho visibly snarled as she mentioned that Confutatis had been pregnant at the time. To risk injury to unborn souls was a crime that no amount of retribution could erase. Would could have been so important to the dribbling coward of a mare as to risk what grew within her? "Fool." Gaucho agreed before falling silent on the matter.
As she mentioned their sentinals Gaucho merely nodded. A more apt creature might have made some small comment about how the Throat's strategy was defensive while the Basin's was offensive. Perhaps they might have discussed it were Gaucho's gaze not immediately take in by the sea. "Yes. Current will be very strong here. What grows and lives on Island will grow and live in abundance." Fire flared from his wings at the thought of it all. "Some will have to be moderated." He concluded with a grin, as if looking forward to using his magic to eradicate rampant growth. Then again, it was fairly desert like. A lack of water was something they were used to - so unless torrential rains began to fall and lushness fall upon them - he assumed they would stay more or less as they always had.
"I will. He agreed, wondering what, if any, the relation between Tandavi and Ophelia was.
"I am too." The Wildfire nodded in agreement. Good terms. All it had taken was the two speaking to dissolve the tension. It was ... nothing short of a miracle in Gaucho's mind. Then again, the dun was always under the impression that the Basin didn't want to hear anything from the Throat. Gaucho was finding himself wrong on more accounts that he cared to admit. As Ophelia mentioned that he could have those from the Basin who disobeyed their treaty, he laughed heartily. Perhaps the two were not so different. Gaucho understood that orders would not always be followed, but at least Ophelia understood that those who would disobey would be deserving of punishment."
Gaucho nodded his antlered crown to the pale queen. Regardless of how this tentative alliance held between the two, the Wildfire was looking forward to seeing more of her. Perhaps it would give him the chance to figure her out.
"Safe travels." He concluded, taking a step backwards and turning to walk back into the heart of the Throat. He would not watch her leave - she was not some child or trespasser who needed to be escorted out. He did not need assurances that she had indeed gone.
Then again, through Mara's eyes he could still watch her even as he moved away.
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