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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.
Of the fold that had turned up for the scavenger hunt, Kaj had not entirely anticipated the remarkable stallion from the Throat. Gaucho's name preceded him, and the two had never had the pleasure of meeting, something Kaj fully intended to rectify. Things never seemed to cease changing, but the king had learned to go with the flow most of the time. Change was often a good thing, and though the deaths surrounding Helovia worried him ceaselessly, the Edge seemed continuously vibrant and thriving with teeming life and passion. He would ensure it remained as such, and doing so required meeting with Gaucho before he departed to return to his homeland. Sohalia had been a fine lass, with a golden heart, but their terms had not been solidified prior to the disruption among the herds the deaths had caused.
Striding over to the group as it began to slowly disperse, he reveled in the smiles and banter that was traded between individuals that so rarely could collect peacefully. This was why he loved having a neutral stance, one that was easily defended by the favor of the outlying herds. Not a particularly honest way of securing peace for the Edge, but Kaj was not below underhandedness when it came to keeping his flock safe and secure within the borders and without. So far it was a successful regime, but Kaj was not satisfied, and he hoped Gaucho could shed light on the status between the World's Edge and the Dragon's Throat.
Approaching from a position where he was clearly seen from Gaucho's peripheral vision, the king cleared his throat softly to announce his presence nonetheless. Crown dipping a respectable height, he shuffled his large wings to enclose his sides in the warmth of his own appendages, drawing himself up not in an effort to intimidate but to silently portray the importance of why he was approaching in the first place.
"Hello, Gaucho. Your title precedes you, Sohalia mentioned you to me when we met. May I speak to you a moment?" It had taken many seasons for Kaj to understand the language, but he respected the leader opposite him for overcoming such similar challenges. They were perhaps more alike than either of them cared to think. Motioning to the side with his mighty head, Kaj moved out of the way of the heavy traffic where Kahlua had corralled them and to a quieter sector- hopefully with Gaucho still in tow.
Turning, he gathered the thoughts he had already organized prior to fetching the Sultan. "There have been far too many deaths in Helovia. Sohalia and I never managed to meet once more. I wanted to know if there is anything the Edge can do for you and your family, as a show of good faith. Sohalia and I agreed that we would be peaceful, perhaps trade herbs and allow our fighters to train together. Is this still a possibility to renew?" he spoke in a deep, quiet rumble, but his eyes were sincere. There would be no trickery, no lies woven to trip up the Sultan. Kaj prided himself on being forthright with others, and he hoped it showed in his stance and his voice that he did not intend for anything foul to come of their unity.
And it's not a cry, that you hear at night -- It's not somebody, who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
The Wildfire' still oddly-blinded gaze sought out Ampere after the games had finished. Yet the blue, as always, slipped away from him somehow as she so often did. Sighing, Gaucho's skull rose above the crowd of bodies, determined to pick out the ever-rounding mare from the hustle and bustle of those departing from the games.
Were it not for Mara's ever perceptive gaze, the dun would likely have been oblivious to Kaj's attempts to get his attention. All the Wildfire could see was an empty space with dust and grasses seemingly moving on their own. It was only through Mara's eyes that he saw the Golden King moving his way. Gaucho's antlered crown turned towards the King, his blue-gray gaze focusing on where Mara's mental imagery told him that the impressive stallion stood. They were well matched in height, bulk, and years it seemed as well as rank. Courteously, Gaucho's pierced nose dipped towards his chest. He knew of Kaj as well - for his name was one that he had heard praised with connection with the Edge. Although he had never seen the fellow before, his physical appearance fit with what he imagined the King of the Edge might look like.
Nodding in response to the King's invitation, the dun followed dutifully, trying to skirt around bodies that did not appear to him to be there. Internally he felt a pang of guilt and sadness wash through him at the mention of Sohalia's name. He was here following the mare who may or may not be bearing his offspring, and yet the very mention of his former mate was enough to cause a painful contradictory pang of longing to spring up within his chest.
As the King spoke, the Sultan found himself appreciating him more and more. His words were simple and easy to follow - leaving Mara to be only his eyes rather than this translator as well. The dun also appreciated his tone and the turn of conversation. There were no unimportant pleasantries made, no awkward beginnings. Just down to the matter for which the conversation had been struck. Gaucho couldn't deny that as Kaj mentioned the possibility of their warriors fighting, that the dun entertained the idea of them fighting as well. It had been so long since his merit had been truly tested, and the chiseled yet scarred golden pelt of the King suggested that he might be a worthy opponent.
"Yes." Gaucho began, his voice low and rumbling as he spoke. "Throat make peace with Basin ... " He offered uncertainly. Seasons past the Throat had been allied with the Edge - which was the ultimate cause of the attack from the Basin upon the sands. The information seemed important somehow, for if the Edge and Throat were to become allies once more, surely there would be a tension if one's common enemy was the others ally.
"Throat will happily open trade with Edge." The Wildfire agreed, subtly swayed by the similarities between the two giants. "We have much metal in our sands. Might help to strengthen your glass. "
Curiosity gnawed at the golden beast when he recognized the blindness Gaucho carried in his eyes, but it was not his place to question or prod. Especially when he was far more interested and invested in the delicate matters that were culminating in his mind. It would not do well to insult the brute when he was hoping to secure a firmer treaty with him and his kin. So Kaj stuffed the probing questions back into a little box in his mind, careful not to let his face show any surprise or conflict. Surely Gaucho had to be seeing him somehow, with how he'd gone about the treasure hunt. He followed easily enough, and Kaj attempted to give him that independence, not wishing to emasculate the warrior with too many worried glances over his shoulder. He suspected it would not bode well with the Sultan.
The similarities between the two leaders were staggering in amount alone, and Kaj found himself far more comfortable with the stranger than he often was with other new faces. He remembered well the despair at not fitting in, not being what others thought he should be. Luckily his native language was rather similar to the Helovian dialect, and he applauded the pierced stud for overcoming a gap far larger than Kaj had experienced in that particular arena. He had a feeling he and the Wildfire could find many things in common, and an odd part of him wondered at the possibility of them discovering friendship beneath the political requirements they were currently wading through.
It seemed Gaucho appreciated the blunt tactic Kaj often enforced, as he responded in kind and with no hint of delay on his part. Kaj did not like to waste time, as valuable as it was now that he had so much to do and solidify. The familiar rumbling tone split the air Kaj had left for Gaucho to utilize, and he concealed his pleasant surprise at hearing that the Basin and the Throat - enemies for as long as Kaj and his members could recall - had made amends. That certainly made his job infinitely easier. It also relaxed his guard around the news he'd hidden from the Falls leaders, that the Edge had a firm peacefulness with the Basin as well.
Perhaps they were not the only ones seeking change.
"The Edge has made peace with the Basin, as well," he commented firmly, hoping to quell the hesitancy in the stallion's words. There was nothing to fear, no changes that Kaj wished to make in his offer just because it had been revealed that the Throat had done exactly as they had. In fact, it was pleasing. He would have to share the news with Kahlua, and that started a whole new wave of emotions that Kaj did not have the time to deal with at the moment. It seemed both stallions were mourning the loss of someone, and they did not quite want to deal with it. Regardless, it was not the time nor place for that.
Kaj smiled genially at the agreement, feeling peace settle upon him. "The Edge would happily accept the metals of the Throat, if you will have our glass," he rumbled happily, making it apparent that he did not want this to be a one-sided relationship. The Edge would always give as good as much as it received. "My healers can supply yours with herbs the desert does not have, as well. I have some for you to take, no matter what your answer may have been." Even if Gaucho would have refused, Kaj had intended to give him the herbs regardless. Reaching back he clasped the bundle from the base of his mane, tied with the braided technique Dragomir had invented. He held it out to Gaucho patiently, awaiting removal before speaking.
"Arnica, for bruises and pain. Chamomile, for stress, stomach discomfort, and sleeplessness. Geranium, for cuts and burns, and to repel insects," he clarified, both in case Gaucho was not familiar with them and also because the Throat healers may not have encountered them, growing in the Edge as they did. Kaj dipped his head to his chest briefly, pleased with what had transpired. "Perhaps I can visit your sands soon, brother. It has been many moons since I last did. I shall not keep you any longer, unless you have questions or a favor to ask. I suspect we are both rather busy," he chuckled softly. Kaj did not believe in lengthy, socially appropriate visitations. He hoped Gaucho felt the same, as the king did not wish to offend the Sultan so soon after securing what he had been hoping for.
And it's not a cry, that you hear at night -- It's not somebody, who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
As Kaj spoke, Gaucho realized how completely unaware he was of what was native to his soil. That was a task left to his healers. His herd seemed to always have the medical care that they needed, and so the Wildfire had never interfered. He hadn't ever needed to. Tandavi's words echoed in his mind - he did need them. Perhaps more than he had ever given them credit for before. The thought made him both swell with pride over what his herd could accomplish without him, but also deflate with the absurd amount of egoism that had apparently infected his mind.
"Throat very grateful." He began after Kaj had finished, nodding appreciatively as Mara slithered forward from his brow, wrapping her tail around the bundle and pulling it back. While she might not be able to braid it into Gaucho's mane, she could certainly hold onto it until they were back in the Throat.
"We happy to receive you. Throat will soon ... soon become an Island." Their plans were far enough along that Gaucho didn't mind informing the Edge King of his plans. They couldn't be stopped now anyways, and the barriers that he had placed between the Throat and the rest of the world could easily be dominated by wings. Pegasi after all, were always welcome. "You still be able to fly over, of course. But soon all others must go over magical bridge, and must have key. The Throat not have high cliffs like Edge, or mountains like Basin. This only way to protect ourselves. But our borders will be open to the Edge."
The dun shifted, still flirting with the idea of asking the King for a spar right here and now. It very clearly wasn't the time - it had Ampere to follow home, this assortment of herbs to deliver, and the Throat's quest to finish - and yet it had been so long since he had a worthy opponent ... ahh well. The painted King said he would visit, and the Wildfire took him at his word. He would be happy to have the King of the mists upon his shores, and would be even happier to show him the might of the Throat as well.
"Not need anything else. Yer chomoe anna. San athchomari yeraan. Gaucho thank you." Gaucho concluded, dipping his pierced muzzle towards his chest respectfully and appreciatively.
Yer chomoe anna. San athchomari yeraan :: You do honour to me. Thank you (respectfully)