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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.
I've never felt so lost. A shattered heart, my pathetic remains. I try to keep it all together, to hide the loss. I'm a young stallion who gave his heart away unwittingly and was handed it back - or most of it - in pieces. I didn't know any better and I thought she returned my feelings. I was blind. And to top it off I've got a reminder of her hanging around my neck. Africa's sun amulet. It glows even as the sun shines down on me in the middle of the Sky Island. It is its own radiance. Glowing with the electricity from Tandavi. I had thought to ask to keep it, as a charm of sorts to remind me always of Africa. That was before she broke my heart. Now, I want nothing to do with it.
I had been excited, too, about the information I'd gathered about Asch and Erebos. I know little of them except their appearances and what magic they each possess. Now, though the information still interests me and I still must share it with Gaucho, I am not as bouncy as I had been. I stop in my tracks, and a light breeze blows the grasses around me. I look to the sky, naively assuming that the sky is where all Gods descend from. "I have completed the tasks you gave me, O great God of the Spark!"
I hope that the Gods do not fault me for me down-in-the-dumps attitude. Perhaps turning in my quest to them is just what I need. To realize a new purpose and look within myself for something other than the pansy that could do nothing but follow around a woman afraid to commit, afraid to love with the passion I love. Perhaps it is what I need to find myself. To be found.
WC: 306
@[Random Event] (God of the Spark)
12/17/13 :: Magic: Fire x Shock | (A) The ability to conjure flame and manipulate its form, with sparks of the fire being used as a possible weapon to burn and shock. Wishlist
Quest drop: Let's do the time warp again
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate of everyone drops to zero
Everything stopped. Only the air, and light were allowed to continue to pass through time - for they were as timeless as the being who stopped them. The grasses ceased to stir, and the trees halted their gentle sway. The clouds did not travel across the sky, nor did a single animal dare to move or breath. All had been paused in time. The air itself, free to move as it would, seemed to be holding its breath as suddenly everything shifted.
Silk's body was suddenly transported hundreds of feet down, to the Veins of the Gods.
Without any of the pomp or circumstance that his kin normally arrived with, the God simply materialized. A small fizzle of electricity danced up once of his hooves where he had parted the time streams to slip through, but other than that he just simply was.
A wry gaze bore into the stallion. "Were my instructions not clear?" He inquired, head tilted slightly to the side. "Did I not tell you to meet me at the veins once your task was completed?" The Island had been baptized in blood - and he would not have his orders disobeyed to bring him there. "Even though I have all of time at my disposal, I will not have it wasted. Now then, let's see if you accomplished the rest of your tasks with as much scrutiny as you did our meeting place. On whom did you spy and of what did you learn?"
FYI: Because the God transported Silk to the Veins, this thread has been moved!
Everything went eerily still. The world - TIME - seemed to stop. The wind, the trees, sand, grass... my breath seems to have halted, but I'm not thirsting for oxygen. In the blink of an eye - quicker- I am no longer on the Sky Island, but below in the Veins of the Gods. My eyes blink and I see the glory that is the Veins. They glow brightly and shimmer against my onyx coat. But where I stand is by the ocean, at the Shrine of the God of Spark. Part of his shrine is on land, the other part in the sea. I'm busy admiring my surroundings when the God himself appears. Out of nowhere he appears before me and I stare in awe. Electricity jumps around him. Of course I have seen him before, but that does not make him any less impressive. I bend a knee and my head before him in respect. The first thing he does is chastise me. 'Did I not tell you to meet me at the veins once your task was completed?' I was supposed to return to him in the Veins. Of course, before the Sky Island appeared, this was the natural place to return to, to find and meet the Gods. But since the Island had appeared I thought it was there that we should seek the Gods. My first instinct is to try to explain, to tell him why I went to the Island, to soothe his irritation with me. But I think better of it, not wanting to anger him. I'm fairly certain I know better than to talk back to a God.
Instead, I seek to please. He asks on whom I spied, and what I learned of them. A nervous smile comes across my face. I am happy to tell the tales I have learned. "I apologize for my mistake, O Great One. I spied on Erebos and Asch, small children that I think might have been from the Basin, based on their scent. I do not know them otherwise. I came upon them play fighting by the Ancient Rotunda." At least, it was my perception that they were play-fighting. I recall watching with interest, not observing much except their appearances at first. "I learned that they each have magic that they are still getting used to. Erebos discovered for the first time I believe that he can cause flame to erupt upon touching another - in this case Asch. It swirled up her legs like a ball of fire and burned her!" I exclaim with surprise as if I had been the one discovering the magic of my friend, as if I had been in Asch's place. "She asked HIM if he was okay, though she was hurt. She spoke then of the magic she had recently discovered within herself: She can superheat blood, so hot that it can even boil." My eyes are alight with the memory of it all. I didn't know such magic existed, though I believe anything is possible with the magic of Helovia and the Gods. But such powerful forces within young children? Astounding. I refocus my gaze, coming back from my memories and returning to the God of the Spark. "I hope that the information I bring pleases you, O God of the Spark."
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate of everyone drops to zero
Silk's thoughts were not his own. They slipped through the air and into the God's infinite mind like the scents of summer. The God is pleased that the pegasus does not try and justify his ignorance, for that would have further irritated him. Perhaps he was not quite as foolish after all.
However as he spoke, this thought wavered in the Gods mind. Completely silently the stout creature waited until the bat winged mortal had finished. This was only partially out of respect, the remainder of his silence was caused by surprise.
"You were told to spy on an enemy. Instead, you tell me that you spied on a pair of children that you think were from the Basin. When did children of the Basin become your enemies? " Disapproval and annoyance were written all across the God's mingled features, as his electric gaze bore into the dark stallion. "And during this very risky spying session-" He continued, sarcasm practically dripping from his lips as he spoke. "- you learned they had magic? Magic! Of all things. Imagine that. Helovian's with magic. Truly Silk your enemies revealed a valuable secret."
Skeptically his gaze bore into the stallion. Had the inhabitants of this land truly grown so lazy and filled with entitlement that this was they way they honored their responsibilities? This half-assed none sense? Or perhaps even more astoundingly, this was the best the bat-winged creature could do. Snorting, the God didn't know what to believe. On the one hand, Silk was a spy by rank. Did the Throat really have its priorities so mingled that spying on children who may or may not belong to his herd, and their Northern neighbors, counted as an honest days work?
Only cowards viewed children as enemies.
"Speak." He demanded. He would hear what this marked creature had to say for himself.
To my dismay, the Time God does NOT seem pleased with what I have offered. He ridicules me, mocking my choice of enemy to spy on. Risky? No, it was not risky, not really. (Unless they had chosen to report back to their parents perhaps of the occasion, that might ruffle feathers.) But there is no reason that spying on someone has to include threat of danger. Sure, that risk is often present and a hallmark of spying. But it's not a prerequisite, I should think. But I'm not here to argue about the definition of spying, and so that thought is completely irrelevant. Instead, he asks me to defend my choice, and defend it I shall.
"I think it would be unwise to assume that children are harmless. These in particular were children of the Aurora Basin. I know the scent from Thranduil, and Hotaru. By Hotaru's stealths and Thranduil's presence in the Throat - for I am still wary of his intentions - surely they are up to something. How do I know they won't use their young against us, to lure us with a false sense of security lent by the innocence of childhood? How do I know they aren't grooming child soldiers? After all, they won't be children forever. I'd rather know my enemy before they become stronger and more difficult to defeat."
I watch him, looking for his reaction as I speak. Will he accept my explanation? Will he find it worthy? Or will he truly think I'm wasting his time? Surely he knows that is not my purpose, and that I have come here thinking my mission completed to satisfaction.
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate of everyone drops to zero
The God's expression does not change from one of silent disapproval as the winged out spins his tale. It is fantastical to be sure. To happen upon two young babes - nay - two soldiers in training apparently, and to be able to deduce them based on scent. How truly wonderful Silk's nose must have been to know such a thing. Especially based on the scent of those he hadn't even really met.
The God narrowed his eyes and the world swam. The veins blurred, the sky became the sea, and the tides danced above their heads. In this strange world, the God peered. Images danced and wavered before him, as his all-knowing gaze searched the time streams. It took not more than an instant, but to the God, he had all the time he needed. With the stomp of his hoof the world once again righted itself.
The God of Time and the Spark, in those infinite seconds had passed his judgement.
He found Silk's answered unacceptable.
"You have wasted my time with this." He began, voice strikingly calm. His judgement was not one born out of a desire to make the bat-winged one atone for his crimes. The God didn't care about that. But the scales of time were out of balance, and that would not do. "Now I will waste yours. Do not return here until one full year has passed. When that happens return precisely to this spot." Raising a hoof, he slammed it down creating a crack in one of the rocks. "If you plan on failing my instructions for a third time, do not bother coming at all."
In a thunderous display, the God disappeared leaving only a faint sizzling sound.
Silk has failed his quest. You will not be able to return to the Veins for one full IC year (So September 13, 2015).
You used information that Silk couldn't possibly have had.
First, no one knew that Thranduil was from the Basin during his time in the Throat. Silk has never successfully blocked a stealth from Thranduil, and had no way of knowing that he was from the Basin. Similarly Silk did not thread with Hotaru while she was in the Throat and has not had significant interactions with her. Thirdly, being able to associate whatever smell they had with the children of the Basin is an extreme stretch.
Finally, your spying thread took place in October of RT - which was during FrostFall. Hotaru was not captured until December of RT - or Birdsong, and his conversations with Thranduil in the Throat occurred during this time period.
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