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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.
It was time to explore, and Syrena could not wait. It was hard to pace herself, hard to pretend as though she weren’t incredibly excited to wade into the water again and feel it swell around her limbs. It hadn’t been that long, not really, but it was too long far too long. When she had been led into this land by Essetia she had walked beneath the waterfall and that had been just glorious. Oh she could stand beneath that cascading curtain for days! Perhaps a waterfall would be her new nesting spot, she had never tried that before. The turbulent waters could prove rather helpful for drowning…
Oh, yes, she had told Essetia she would not hunt within these borders.
What a shame. Of course, her friend wouldn’t be hurt by what she did not know but for now Syrena would honour the agreement that had been made. She wasn’t even sure what males were here or if any of them were worth setting a trap for. Never had she actually been invited into one of the herds that horses lived in and this was a rather unique experience.
One she hoped that she would be over relatively quickly, and that she hoped she would not need to experience again. It did not seem at the moment that it would be a fruitful venture but… she was willing to wait it out. If everyone was like Essetia and had not been exposed to sirens and kelpies, it would be easy to set herself up here and grow young and fat on the lives of others.
Exactly what monsters dream of.
For now, though, in the late-afternoon heat she was ready for a swim. Syrena found a pond dappled with lilypads, the clear mountain water looked cool and felt wonderful as she began wading in slowly. Her natural grace was emphasized - always putting on a show in case she was being watched. The wavy, cascading hair tumbling down her shoulders and dragging behind her as she took each step slowly - savouring the feeling. Nothing compared to this, nothing in the world.
As the water came in contact with her coat and hair, it transformed it into pinks, blues and purples - the water having not yet completely warmed in the heat of summer. A happy, chittering noise (not unlike the noise dolphins make) escaped her followed by a sigh that was soft and filled with ectasy. The golden light glinted on her now-shiny coat that shifted colours as the water moved along it, dark eyes closing as she waded in to the centre of the pond - where the surface was just able to wash over her back.
She had found perfection in this strange land and for now the creature was content.
02-17-2015, 11:55 PM (This post was last modified: 02-28-2015, 05:39 PM by December.)
White December
It was too fucking much. She could practically feel her pelt blistering from the wretched sun, the heat seeping beneath her ivory hairs and piercing the skin, hooking into it with intense vigor. It was as if Tallsun was taunting the lass for never liking warmth over the cold. Her feathered limbs stomped with a rigid intensity, leaving dinnerplate imprints behind as she worked her way to the nearest water source. As soon as the cooler surface reached her sides, she had to suppress a groan of pain, for the sweltering sun had done a number on her sensitive skin. Breathing heavily so as to calm her nerves, December forced herself deeper into the depths, letting the water swallow up her back and withers. Once the initial pain passed, what replaced it was utter relief, and the thick woman could only sigh in relief, closing steel eyes briefly to savor the numbing sensation the cool liquid brought to her minor burns. Nostrils expanded to take in a big breath of air, and happened to catch the scent of another nearby.
Letting dark lashes flutter open, December's gaze landed upon a unique figure, whose sides shimmered in colors of blues and purples, seeming to change tone with the water. The mare could only study her inquisitively, ignoring her manners as she did so, and also forgetting that she had basically barged into the fellow mare's space without a second thought. Her desire to escape the heat had been so urgent that she had done anything she could to relieve it, but now, as her sides cooled and her mind had become more attentive to her surroundings, she had realized her mistake. Clearing her throat softly, she gave a simple, stoic stare to her company, flitting her eyes over her body to study her intently, before finally making a comment,"I apologize for the interruption. The heat was unbearable and I had to escape it. I apologize if I splashed you."
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Tag: Syrena
OOC: Hi! Sorry there isn't much, they will get longer as we get going lol. )>
There had been nothing but the water, washing silently against her legs, lulling her into peace. Soon she was going to need to find someone to feast upon, to rejuvenate her tired body, but for now she could enjoy this moment. That was, until someone came crashing into the pond - splashing her in the process.
It had been a perfect moment but then, Syrena was never truly content unless there was someone around - unless there was someone that she could show off for. Not that this… mare? was her first choice for someone to show off for. She was large, practically masculine looking. Did they actually make females with this build? Were they better equipped for childbearing than the thin, delicate creatures that Syrena was used to? Those odd, non-magical mares that did not dwell in ponds had not been particularly pretty, they had not yet found a way to compete with the enchantresses that stole their men and drowned them - if they were lucky, after they had been used.
There was a long moment between when the strange, bulky mare spoke and when Syrena did - her dark grey-blue eyes blinking slowly as she tried to decide what to do. Eventually, slowly, that silk voice of hers found itself and she uttered simply. “It would be best if you did not do it again.” The trickles of the splashed water ran down her sides, leaving trails of pink wherever the droplets touched.
But, now that she was here, Syrena had to admit she was a touch curious. These Helovians were so different than what she was used to. Not moving any closer, only turning her head a little more for a better look, she took in the sight of this creature sharing her pond. Her pond, already, but all the water belonged to her kind. “Who are you?” There might not have been anything particularly kind about her voice just then but there was no true malice to it.
Her sentence had been simple, to the point and not much intention put into it, but oh had it irked the mare. She already knew this conversation was going to be a rather... unpleasant one. The way the pink strands laced her dark ash bodice caused December's eyes to trail momentarily, her annoyance never once crossing her complexion. She knew in comparison to this dame, despite the strange color-changing ability, that she was not nearly as attractive. Her hooves were chipped, mane knotted and short, and her feathers often dirty no matter what she did to try and clean them. She was larger, even for a mare her breed, a large, round rump following behind her thick curves and limbs. To put it simply, she was a big girl with not much to flaunt. She never tried to attract others though, it wasn't in her best interest to focus all of her intentions on pleasing men, or even to have a life partner with one. Yes, the winged dunskin was still ever-present in her mind, and the way he made her feel that day in the Frozen Arch would likely never compare to anything else; and yet she still felt no need to try to impress or woo him.
They had met at happen stance, and he had chosen to stay with her, to attempt to enter her mind and break down those walls despite all the hard work she put into keeping them firmly up. He had been drawn in by her, and she couldn't help but like it, despite her screaming to keep away from the possibility of losing someone again, of being tossed aside or seen as a horror in the eyes of another. The last thought left a bitter sting, lingering teasingly, menacingly, before finally ebbing into nothing. Her mind returned to the world of simplistic emotions, expressionless gazes and ways of awkwardly socializing with others; like now. Despite her own insecurities and uncertainties, she knew one thing for certain; that she had a feeling this mare, however beautiful she was, was most likely a major bitch. With that in mind she didn't think to respond to her, to even acknowledge that she had made such a comment, because that would mean acknowledging any possible authority over her, which this grey vixen certainly didn't have. Taking a few steps past the maiden to the waterfall she embraced its cooling waters over her skull and neck, letting the torrent wash over her withers and seep into her bones like a tender massage.
It was in the roar that throbbed in her ears that she heard a question, one that sounded distant and muddle because of the water's intense grip over her, but it was still close enough for her to hear it. Taking a breath she let the falls assault her face momentarily, before breaking free from the wall and turning to face the witch. Her face had never once changed expression, only followed her body's movements as she had made her way through the waters. She had been attentive to the mare however, keeping her ears in her direction should she have any other bitchy things to say. This time it was a rather valid question, one she would be a bitch herself if she were not to answer. Snorting softly and finally feeling the heat begin to slip away from her thick bones she nodded, keeping intense eye contact the entire time," I am White December, a warrior here. Who are you?"
In an utterly mature move, the oaf of a mare did not respond to Syrena’s warning but rather moved past her and stood in the waterfall for a moment. Contrary to popular belief, ignoring insults - ignoring “bullies” - did not diminish their power. For Syrena, having caused enough of a stir to even be worthy of ignoring sent an intoxicating shiver through her. Not replying, moving away, showed her that the pale mare was weak - unwilling or unable to defend herself. Mares were never her primary targets, she tended to respect them too much, but that did not mean she didn’t enjoy baiting them, pushing them - seeing how strong they were or if they were cowards that thought their place was to be ruled by stallions.
There was some due consideration to drowning this mare right here, right now. Get those clumsy looking hooves tangled in some water plants and oops! No one would help her get up. Just as she was about to call upon that magic (which Syrena still did not know had left her) something actually interesting happened.
But just when she had made up her mind that this giantess would be a worthless companion for her, the response to her question provoked Syrena to give December her full attention. The siren’s mood visibly softened when December introduced herself as a warrior. Warrior mares she understood, she could tolerate a mare that considered herself a warrior - it was a path in life she approved.
“I am Syrena.” There is confidence in her voice, something that never left her, though she dipped her head in a polite greeting while introducing herself. As of that moment, she had not chosen a rank. She had not even asked Essetia how things worked in the Falls because she had no interest in becoming a part of this herd. She was separate from them, so different than this warrior mare that stood near her now, that joining them would be a slap in the face to her ancestors. “I’m just visiting.”
Dark eyes reevaluate December, kinder now. That storm in them not dissipated totally, it never was, but the seas were quieter for the time being. “Have you been here long, warrior?”
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