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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.
02-11-2015, 11:53 PM (This post was last modified: 02-13-2015, 09:06 PM by Megaera.)
It had taken Meg nearly two days to reach the falls, and for all that effort she had stayed there for maybe all of twenty minutes. Seeing Africa had been a pleasant surprise, but Meg had been far too focused on her mission to stay and play catch-up with the mare she’d only actually met a few times. Meg didn’t really know Midas all that well either, but he’d been polite as he’d ever been. It was that palomino bitch that had ruined everything. Okay, so in the strictest sense nothing had been ruined except for the warriors attitude, but Rasta, the mason, had been rude and catty and a downright bitch. To top it off, she’d even insulted Gaucho. Yes, Meg had had questions, had been impatient to have them answered, but if a missing and potentially injured Sultana was not the concern of a Dragon Soldier that what was?! AND she’d fucking apologized. It might have been a warrior’s arrogance, but she’d be damned if she was sorry for her rudeness now.
Megaera’s wings were straining, screaming in protest, but she would not let them stop or slow. She was almost to the Throat again, just a few minutes and she’d be back on the sand. The warm, dry, wonderful sand!! The Falls, even in the evening, had been humid and wet and the welcome she’d received (the bad easily eclipsing the good) was enough for the mare to write the whole blasted herdland off as completely horrid. If she had been quick on her way north, the journey south was like lightning. She flew faster than she ever had before and had stopped only once for water. It was grueling, but she had to complete her mission and so tested her endurance like never before.
She had hope to be able to catch up with Sohalia along the way, to see her first hand, and help her back home but NO! Between the Falls and the Throat were only trees, trees, and more trees that served to block her view of the ground. So, unable to catch a glimpse of the white dove, she’d flown in silence and simmered. The Hidden Falls… well her opinion of them was falling alright… They hadn’t sent a message, they hadn’t even tried to get word to the Throat, and they’d apparently stitched up Sohalia and sent her off ALONE, no guard, no escort, zilch. How. Fucking. Dare. They.
“GAUCHO!” she bellowed for her Sultan as soon as she crossed the sandy border into her homeland. She was lathered in sweat, thirsty, and hungry and sleep deprived but let the Sun God Take her if she’d delay for a second. She landed in a spray of sand, legs shaking and wings drooping and dragging behind her for the handful of steps it took her to come to a complete stop. “GAUCHO!” she yelled again and reached on her reserves of strength to for that ball of light in her chest and push it outward. The beacon went up, straight into the air, a white pillar still visible for miles despite the sunny Tallsun morning. When it receded, she couldn’t hake herself move, her legs were to stiff and she didn’t even know if she could lay herself down properly. He would just have to come to her.
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Notes: Set before the SWP starts, round about 3.5 days after Meg left the throat (CAUSE SHE’S BOOKIN’ IT YO) Also, sorry for the Rasta-hating! That’s 100% Meg’s opinion.
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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He hadn't heard her call, but certainly he had seen her signal. Gaucho had the privilege of being able to respond to any call, regardless of who the recipient was. And so as the sky turned to a bright day filled with light, Gaucho left the fires of the Diviner, where he had been quietly murmuring offerings to the Sun God, and took to the skies. The Wildfire grabbed his smallest companion - Vorsa - and bayed her to hold onto his mane. She was not fast enough to fly on her own, and haste was needed now. Fiery wings beat against the sky in a flurry of flame and black. Swiftly the Sultan headed towards the beacon, of whom the cause could only be one: Meg.
She had returned.
An anxious weight had been in the back of his mind since she departed. If she returned quickly did that mean she had heard word? Were she to visit all of the lands she would be gone much longer - nearly three weeks or long. But the girl had only been gone a few days, perhaps a week.
Was it good news that drew her home?
Or bad?
Dropping down to the sands next to Meg, the Sultan first let his gaze roam over her body. She was covered in sweat, muscles shaking and quivering, but appeared unharmed. That was good. Whatever her news, she could relay it while walking. If she stopped now after such a flight her muscles would painfully seize. She needed to keep moving - the Oasis would be their target.
"Meg-" He began, his voice reassuring and patient, even though his body screamed to simply demand that she be out with it. He would take care of his flock. Gaucho could never sacrifice Meg's health for a morsel of information, no matter who it was about. "Come. Walk so muscles don't cramp-" With a flaming wing he tried to guide her movements, to provide his body for support should she require it.
"What you learn?"
Gaucho the Wildfire
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Meg was not a patient soul. And now when she had news to deliver it was even worse. She had to tell her Kahl whet she had learned, they had to send other warrior to find Sohalia before she disappeared again. It was a relief that Gaucho came quickly, but she had never expected anything less. When she saw his fiery form broke the horizon, she lifted her face to the sun. It was a quick prayer of thanks for the magic she’d been granted; it was turning out to be terribly useful.
She nodded stiffly when he landed and was prepared to launch into her story, as impatient to tell as he was to hear, but her beat her to it, encouraging her to move. He was right, of course he was right, even in the warm sunshine she could feel herself staring to stiffen. There was part of her that wanted to be childish and whiney as she moved to take the first step to the oasis and her shoulder gave a swift twinge, but just as she obeyed orders she would not complain about them.
Walk it off!
The warrior grimaced, but pushed through and opened her mouth as she continued into the second step. “Sohalia is safe.” She started, and the phrase was mostly true, but she was mainly concerned with alleviating the worst of the stallion’s possible worries with the first swing. “I went to the Falls first, and found Africa. Sohalia turned up near the Falls a little over a week ago, almost two now, injured and trying to make her way back to the Throat. Africa healed her,” that phrase came out quick anticipating reaction from the lead “and apparently her and the other mare stayed with her a few days.”
She walked slowly, but her words came out steadily, businesslike, soldier-like. “She wouldn’t tell me what had happened, that Rasta, she wouldn’t say how the Sultana had gotten there. When I asked why a message hadn’t been sent, the bitch threatened me for being rude, did something weird to the plants.” Something of the anger laced her voice at that, the indignation clear. “I came home to get you as soon as I could. Gaucho, they sent her off alone, no guards or escorts, nothing. The bitchy one said she’d left a few days before I got there. She must have been traveling on foot, I looked for her on my way back but I couldn’t catch glimpse through all those damn trees.”
@[Gaucho]
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Relief flooded Gaucho's veins as the words he'd been praying to hear slipped from her lips: Sohalia is safe. It raised a hundred other questions, (where had she gone? what had happened to her? what would she say of his alleged child (or two) with Ampere? what was the status of their relationship), but he happily accepted them. However as she continued to narrate her time away, the joy that briefly blossomed on his face quickly disappeared.
She had been in the Falls?
He knew Africa was there - Rasta had told him as much a few weeks prior - and so that portion of information fell upon deaf ears which was probably for the best for had it been something important it would likely have been missed. Anger immediately flared inside of his mind, as his dark lips set themselves into a straight line.
He should have known.
The Falls were not the allies they once were, it seemed. Midas had been there on the day that Gaucho had been revealed before all to be the murderer that they all sought, used by the Moon Goddess to complete whatever wicked agenda she held. The Throat had come to Gaucho's aid, as did the Basin via Ophelia. He was not surprised their Western allies - Kahlua of the Edge - had not said much. It was after all her patron God who was accused of murder, and their alliance had only been newly re-forged (but with Kah, not the painted queen). But Midas had none of those excuses. Brothers once, under the sun, and yet he remained silent. Now to find that the Falls had been harboring Sohalia and hadn't sent a message to the Throat about her whereabouts, much less an escort, was unacceptable.
It didn't surprise him that Rasta was rude - the mare often came across that way, although given the alliance between the Throat and the Falls there should have been no excuse for it. Perhaps if Gaucho had known Meg crossed into the Falls' borders without being welcomed he might have understood somewhat more. But even so, he was sure that whatever roughness Meg might have portrayed was immediately justified by her purpose.
The flames that lined Gaucho's wings flared up, bright and high, as his emotions continued to boil within his system.
"Meg do good." He acknowledged, forcing himself to recall the purpose of her journey. She had found out exactly what he had asked of her, and the news had been good. Sohalia was on her way back to them, and seemingly mended by Africa. That was good, regardless of how it came about. The matter still remained that the Falls - Midas specifically - had put a great deal of distance between themselves and the Throat. But that could be dealt with later.
For now, he needed to find Soh.
"Thank you." Gaucho grunted, the appreciation obvious in his voice. That he could rely on and trust Meg was a relationship that he was finding to be more and more fleeting among others these days. "Gaucho deal with Falls. You do good, do nothing wrong."
Gaucho the Wildfire
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
She continued her story as they moved slowly to the Oasis. Now that the most important pieces were laid she filled out the details of her trip to falls. All that Africa and Rasta had said; Midas had turned up, polite, but not contributing much to the proceedings.
Everything that had occurred, she reported.
She vented a little, that those that were supposed to be their allies, their friends, had been so distant and unhelpful. Africa’s change worried Meg. The warrior didn’t know the details of the grey mare’s departure from Dragon’s Throat but the Africa who had greeted her In the Falls was a far cry from the one that had greeted her in the Threshold years before.
Gaucho listened with all the patience she had come to expect of him, attentive even when she though he must have wanted to race off in an instant to find out where Sohalia had gone. When his fires flared she faltered in her step, ready for an admonishment of her behavior. She had been a bit rough, she knew that now, but had thought her mission justified the haste. Gaucho, however made no word against her actions. ”Meg do good.” The three words of praise fell from his mouth like blessed rain on parched earth. They were a balm for agitation in her mind and the ache of self-doubt just as their slow walk worked to ease the tension in her body. Gaucho’s approval, Gaucho’s thanks, was better than sunshine for he had become an amalgamation of father and leader and friend and she could want for no higher honor.
“I am happy to serve.” She returned with a nod, and there was not guile or hesitation in that statement. “We should gather the other warriors, Hector, Einarr, and go to find Sohalia. She shouldn’t be far if she was on her way here.” Even with the Oasis coming closer into view and her limbs craving rest, Meg’s focus on the welfare of her herd would have driven her madly on. She peered towards the swath of green ahead, looking for spot of red or black, and hoping they weren’t out on patrol and the could all set off at once.
@[Gaucho]
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be brave and endure
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The details that Meg expanded on only solidified the tension that had apparently blossomed between the herds. Gaucho didn't know where it had come from, or when Midas had turned into such a self-important doer of nothing, but apparently alliances and past friendships meant nothing anymore. At that moment Gaucho would have liked nothing more than for the painted ex-sultan to appear upon his sands so that he could take his anger out on him physically. The desire to scald Midas' pretty hide caused the Wildfire's muscles to clench beneath his dark pelt. Now was not a time for rash action.
It was a time to focus on Sohalia, and her safe return.
Exhaling shakily, trying to force his fury back into the darkness of his soul, the dun paused. With strikingly white teeth he reached underneath a wing to reveal a golden amulet. Delicately he placed it upon the bloody sands. Closing his eyes, fire suddenly seemed to bloom from Gaucho, swirling down into the fragile looking bauble. The amulet glowed white-hot as it absorbed the sultan's fire magic, taking it all into itself and leaving nothing to scald the sands. As soon as Gaucho finished casting his magic, the amulet returned to its normal golden shade, cool to the touch. "For Meg." Gaucho offered, raising and opening his eyes to look upon the girl who had done everything he could have asked of her.
"Meg rest. In morning we find Sohalia."
Extending his blackened and bone-pierced muzzle, he sought to find the warm flesh of her shoulder. Exhaling and pressing gently to demonstrate his appreciation, the dun nodded. Sohalia was strong, and if Africa had mended her wounds as Meg reported, then she was likely in okay shape to be traveling. And within Helovia, not much trouble would come to the former Sultana. The Transcended did not have any enemies that Gaucho knew of, which hopefully would make her journey uneventful.
Gaucho the Wildfire
If this is to end in fire
then we should all burn together.
The tightness in her muscles eased and her body cooled, thanks to the slow march Gaucho had insisted upon. The edge wore off in the gentle come down but it was not enough for her to go tearing off and find the lost dove as Meg wanted. Over the last week she had tapped into her reserves of energy without frugality and a long restorative sleep was coming on soon whether the warrior willed it or no. Even as she declared her desire to press on, the understanding came that she would be no use to her powerful brothers in arms if they all left now. They were all so damn big, those beautiful bastards!
Gaucho was enough of a distraction from her disappointed hopes of further service that day. Meg eyed him curiously, assured now that his anger was not with her, but still she felt the need to do something. He has so burdened, and it cut into her every time she saw him that she could not do more to help, to ease his worries. He stopped, and so did she as she tried hastily to think of something bracing she could say for the both of them. It appeared though, that he had a reason for stopping, and the beleaguered battlemare watched his remove the golden amulet from its hiding place and cast his magic into in.
And then Gaucho the Wildfire offered it to her.
To her!
It was almost more than she could bear. Would the Wildfire never stop this ceaseless generosity towards her? Would she ever be able to repay him for what he had already given? Meg could see no end in either. She could not train hard enough, could not fight fierce enough, and could not shed enough of her blood to even the scales between them.
Gratitude, admiration, devotion, each one surged, a treacherous tidal wave of feeling that shone through her eyes as bright and plain as her sunlight. The only emotion she’d ever felt so strongly was fury and that she had found so much easier to express. Meg knew anger, anger had raised her, but these were foreign and frightening. She wanted to weep. She wanted to reach out and embrace this great stallion. She wanted to be a girl again, the one who had yearned for a father that loved her, that would hold her and tell her what a good, brave girl she was. But that wasn’t who she was anymore. She head it like an echo, what she had burned into her heart only last season. ‘Megaera. Warrior of Dragon’s Throat. Servant of the Sun. Daughter of Fire.’ and she had to be that now and forevermore.
Gaucho reached out for her and Meg almost pulled away for fear that she might break in her outward composure. She was not quick enough and felt the press in her shoulder, but found she had the strength after all. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and reached down to collect the golden badge from red sands. She took great care in nesting the treasure safely under her wing and then turned back to Gaucho only to lower her head. “Thank you.” Was all she could manage, barely more than a whisper and wracked with more than she had any right to express. She lifted her gaze and straightened, a soldier in every right, and raised her wings in salute. She turned then, as honorable a retreat as the warrior could manage, and marched to the refuge of the oasis.
@[Gaucho] Aaaaaaand, Meg runs away from scary emotions! “Too feel. Can’t deal.”
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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Gaucho nodded to his petite warrior. He had been physically close to the mare before, with a similar result. Had it been when they had first met? Upon the sands? Did it have to do with a scar? A marking...? His mind was foggy, presumably the result of the previous amnesia he suffered from as well as the Moon Goddess' vicious attacks on his thoughts. He did remember that day, seeing the young warrior so physical like himself though not nearly as brightly decorated.
Gaucho watched as Meg retreated into the Throat. He had to resist the urge to leap immediately into the air, to try and find Sohalia if at all possible. He knew such a course would be foolish, reckless, but never the less the desire stirred bright and hot within his gut. Turning away, Gaucho eyed the sky with a snort. He would gather Meg and Einarr later - head perhaps to the Fields first? Perhaps the Meadow. He wasn't sure which path Sohalia might take, though if she was wounded still likely they would find her on the ground rather than in the skies.
Huffing to himself, Gaucho vowed to find Sohalia. He would do as he had promised Ivezho. And Rhoa? Where was his other son? Surely the boy would have found his twin by now? Not for the first time Gaucho wished he could duplicate himself. Even without the Moon Goddess invading his thoughts, he still felt thin - spread out unevenly across his responsibilities.
But first thing was first. First he would find Sohalia. Little did he know that not only would he find her, but also the Earth God.
And a boat.
Gaucho the Wildfire
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
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