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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.
She stands in their room, finally able to relax. Rain pelts the side of the ship, the pitter-pat of drops on the wood lending calm to her frayed nerves. The dove watches her (ex?)-lover from beneath her lashes. The flood will either be filled with love, understanding, and forgiveness, or it will be a cacophony of rage and hatred, fueled by their rocky past.
There is a perch on the corner of the room on which Astraeus has placed himself. He tucks his head under his wing, informing his bonded that he is going to sleep. He may not like the WildFire, but he does not imagine that the stallion will hurt his dove. And if they should rekindle their affections, he does not particularly want to witness that again, either.
"Gaucho," she murmurs, taking a step toward him and offering her maw to brush against his: a tender gesture that she hopes he will receive. There is so much between them, so much at stake - she longs for nothing more than for their past to be water under the bridge, a distant nightmare that is easily shaken off upon awakening. Does he want the same thing? Or has their partnership today been no more than residual affection from times long past?
What is she supposed to say now? How does she explain that which she barely understands herself? Should she simply ask him how he feels? But he has never been good at conveying that, has he? And what if she doesn't like his answer? "Gaucho, I..." she begins again, but her voice catches in her throat, a voice laced with all the love and pain and fear that she has felt in the last season, and she blinks up at him, her eyes showing that which she cannot find the words to say.
Instead, she tries another tactic: "I didn't leave you willingly." There, that seems safe enough. Perhaps she can get her explanation out without dissolving into tears.
"Talk talk talk."
@[Gaucho]
Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...
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With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
Everything is unsure and unsteady. It had all happened so fast...
It seemed like only a moment ago Megaera had returned hastily to the Throat with news of Sohalia's visit to the Falls. While Gaucho was bothered by how his warrior had been received, seemingly all that mattered to him was that she was alright.
But that sense of relief quickly dismantled itself into broken pieces of despair and skepticism. If Sohalia had meant to return after only a day, as Ivezho had indicated then ... where had she gone? And upon her return why had she gone to the Falls? Meg had told him that Africa was responsible for her healing, and so perhaps some sort of wound was the answer and yet ... Yet the Falls had a healer as well. If Sohalia was in such bad shape that she could not make the journey to the Throat, then why hadn't Midas sent word? Was it his decision? Or hers?
Gaucho had pushed these thoughts into the back of his mind as he and Sohalia traversed Helovia, doing the Earth God's bidding. But now there were no tasks to distract them from the ugly truth that hung stagnant in the air. A decision would need to be made. Forgiveness offered and accepted. Gaucho's dark ears flickered at the sound of her voice
But from who to who?
From his antlers, the small phoenix chick fluttered unsteadily towards where the older zephyr had already perched. She whistled a rather awkward and self-conscious hello as she shuffled herself onto the piece of wood, hoping the darker bird wouldn't mind. She didn't understand the tension that her bonded's mind seemed to bleed, nor did she like it.
He accepted her touch. In his mind Gaucho meant to return it - to press himself into her and feel the bones of her cheek and the softness of her embrace. His mind was so diluted with thoughts of her that she had already pulled away as his eyes fluttered open and his muzzle followed in her wake. Gaucho's dark ears flickered at the sound of her voice. Hadn't he offered an explanation like this not so long ago? A disappearance that he hadn't intended? She had forgiven him then - did he owe her the same?
"Ivezho disappear at same time you did. Gaucho think ... think that you leave to do academy work like you say. And that it just ... take longer." A lie. He had truly thought she had simply abandoned her family - taken her favourite son and left. But now, seeing her returned he knew how foolish the thoughts had been. How had he even entertained them? "When Ivezho come back, Gaucho send Meg to herds to see if anyone see you ... luckily she go to Falls first." Gaucho's jaw visibly clenched. He wanted to include his concerns about her having gone there first (she would not be the first Throat member to defect to the Falls afterall), but remained silent on the issue. Now was clearly not the time. "Gaucho take Einarr and Meg - (did she even know who they were?) "and try to look for you. " Spreading a flaming wing, the Wildfire seemed to shrug. "Then find you here."
Softly Gaucho's eyes dropped, eyeing her hooves as with guilt. "Gaucho not know you were lost ... would have come for you sooner jalan atthirari anni..." Gaucho's voice grew ragged, thick with emotion as his eyes continued to study the flooring of the ship.
However a new thought occurred to him, and horror flared in his stormy gaze as it rose to find her own. Skysong! Her daughter had been killed... and he the murderer! How could he tell her that? In what way could he gracefully - or evenly tactfully - bring her up to speed?
"Bad things happen while you away ... this ship, the Earth God do this because ... because many murders happen.."
One would think that, after all this time, after all they've been through, the dove would have more faith in their love than to imagine it all falling to pieces in the wake of her kidnapping. She had not stopped to think that Gaucho may have worried, nor that her tale may provoke him to fury (she did not think of it as someone stealing what was his, but rather of her disappearance following her promise to stay), but if she would only take pause and consider their history, consider his personality, his strength, his loyalty - she might have considered these possibilities. Instead, she has returned to face, in her mind, what she is sure to be anger - anger at her absence and ineptitude.
Astraeus settles on the ledge, watching warily as his bonded tries to reign in her rampant emotions. He is startled when a young pheonix flutters to land beside him. Mara, he has grown to admire and, perhaps, even like - but this young chit is new and strange, and he cocks his head to the side as she offers an odd little warble of a hello. Despite his reservations against the (oftentimes) moronic stallion, he croons a soft response. After all, the chick is one of his own, and it is not her fault that Gaucho has failed time and time again to properly care for the Transcended's emotions. If anything, the wakiya blames Mara for not whipping him into shape long ago - not that it's easy to get the equines to listen. He's tried. His dove is no different, in her own way.
His attention turns back to her thoughts, which are a jumble of confusion and panic at the mention of Ivezho's disappearance, only to calm again as it is revealed that her son returned to the Dragon's Throat. She listens to the WildFire patiently, gathering her own story. "I meant only to be gone for the afternoon," she explained, substituting his language where the common tongue failed. "I told Ivezho to stay with the other foals, where the mares could keep an eye on him. I was supposed to meet with a teacher for the Academy at the Ancient Rotunda - not far from our lands, but still far enough that I thought Ivezho would be safer at home, under the eyes of our herd. I was right, though I didn't know he would leave the Dragon's Throat. I presume he tried to seek me out?" She didn't wait for affirmation.
"I was taken," she continued abruptly, having no soft way of admitting her weakness. She explained of the mercenary from her homeland, how the group that had murdered her family had hoped to secure their reign through owning her, perhaps by creating a new lineage through her. She explained her injuries, how he had tried to break her wing, but succeeded only in spraining it; gestured numbly toward the scattered scars over her bodice from his unwelcome advances of teeth and hooves. Finally, she told of her escape, of using an herb to drug her captor and how she ran all the way, unable to fly on her twisted wing. She told him of Rasta finding her, delirious and half dead, trying to drag herself back to the Dragon's Throat, and how her friend had insisted on helping her back to the Hidden Falls for healing. "They saved my life, Rasta and Africa. I wouldn't have made it back without them, I would have died trying," she finished.
"I'm so sorry, shekh ma sheiraki anni," she whispered finally. "I should have been stronger - or, or smarter - or -" she swallowed hard, fighting the tears that threatened to overflow. "I should have been here. I never wanted to leave you. My place is here, by your side, with our family, watching over our herd. I wasn't here, and they told me -" her throat closed suddenly and she coughed, shaking her head, determined to finish before her sobs overtook her. "Rasta told me of the murders. It wasn't you, it was the Moon -" that last word a hiss, her fury evident for a moment in and amongst her myriad emotions. "- and she will pay for her crimes, I'm sure, but it wasn't your fault and I refuse to let her rip us apart and I refuse to blame you for a crime you had no part of and I should have been here - I should have - should have been here - for you -" And then she was lost, leaning forward to press her face into his chest, if he will have her, her anger and hurt and sadness leaving her in waves of sobs that wracked her petite frame. "I'm - so - sorry."
"Talk talk talk."
@[Gaucho]
Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...
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With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
Gaucho listened, nodding in places where his confirmation was required. His eyes scanned Sohalia's healing injuries and already-becoming scars as her voice carried the story in that direction. He found himself feeling both hostile as well as intrigued. Sohalia had never carried many scars before, her body had been pristine and unmarred. Now however that was no longer the case, and the Wildfire felt his eyes drawn enticingly to each streak that had cut her flesh open, allowing his stare to linger and imagine with a warrior's experience how they came to be upon her.
Rather selfishly as she spoke, Gaucho felt part of himself wishing that she had tried to drag herself back to the Throat .. he almost resented Rasta and Africa for finding her first. It was unfair and foolish, but the time she had spent in Helovia but in the Falls felt stolen. It belonged to him and the rest of the Throat, just like Sohalia did. Still, he supposed he was glad that she had been wounded and that her injuries had not been further tested.
However as the revelation about the murders slipped from her dainty lips, Gaucho's teeth audibly clicked together. For all of Rasta's attitude and hostility, he had truly thought that their time together in the fields had changed things. He would have thought the pale blind mare would have left certain details for Gaucho to tell, since it was his story after all. But now here Sohalia was, without an escort. Rasta had promised to tell him if she saw him. His tail swayed anxiously behind his body as the boat rocked back and forth. The Wildfire was surprised - not at the fact that Rasta had dishonored her promises, but at the fact that Gaucho had truly believed that she wouldn't.
His wings extended around her as she must have knew that they would. Never would he refuse her. His flaming feathers highlighted her ruined skin, but he didn't care. Already his eyes had closed and his head lowered. His darkened muzzle sought to find the crest of her neck, slowly moving towards towards her wither. Gently he brushed and parted the hair there as his wings further stretched around her petite form. Gaucho exhaled into her cries, trying to stifle them with his body.
"Soh back. We together again." He offered, his voice soft but reassuring. All he had wanted these past months was to find her - to hold her like this again. There was a brief respite with Ampere where his mind had considered letting her go ... But that hadn't lasted. Gaucho didn't know where he would be if it had but ... it hadn't. Part of him wondered if that wasn't just his mind clinging to the idea of Soh, somehow barring him from moving forward with Ampere. Is that why he had fought her?
A sob from Sohalia pushed the thoughts from his mind as his embrace around her tightened. "So Soh knows about Skysong?" He asked gently. It wasn't a question he wanted to ask but ... just in case Rasta had left that little tidbit out, he thought she had a right to know.
03-06-2015, 05:34 PM (This post was last modified: 03-06-2015, 05:35 PM by Sohalia.)
The dove is oblivious to her lover’s inner musings, nor would she have understood even if she had been privy to them. Rasta had always proven herself a very good friend, and though the angel wished that she had made it home before going to the Falls, she had been on the brink of collapse when she had been found. Would she have made it home, if not for Rasta? Possibly – but would she have wanted him to see her in such a state? No. No, Rasta had, in her mind, saved her a great deal of humiliation and, perhaps, from the jaws of death – there was no one kinder or more helpful than she had been to the wounded mare.
She is not aware of the tense relationship between Gaucho and Midas; nor is she aware that he feels betrayed by the perceived desertion of Africa. She did not know that appearing there, rather than in the Dragon’s Throat, might have signaled a change in her alliance to her khal; and even if he had put the notion into words, she wouldn’t have known whether to laugh or be offended. The concept of leaving the Throat willingly was laughable – had she not done enough to prove her loyalty? Had she not shown him, time and again, that home is where she wanted to be? That home was by his side in the desert, and nowhere else?
But she hadn’t really had the chance to prove herself, had she? So if she had been able to read his thoughts, or been told of the mixture of emotions he is feeling, she would have had very little ability to defend herself.
Still, as his wings encircle her as they have done so many times before, she feels herself relax into his hold, pressing closer and breathing him in. Together, he whispers, and despite her reservations she allows the warmth of his promise to reverberate through her very soul. The moment lingers, and is broken by a fresh sob, to which he voices the one question she has been dreading. ”I know about Skysong,” she admits, a whisper into his mane. ”But I also know it wasn’t really you,” she adds vehemently. ”I – I can visit her, you know, in the spirit world; such is my magic. She is with her sister now…”
She pauses, waiting for her sobs to quiet; and when they do, she finds herself washed clean, as though her pain has been taken from her. The anger is there, anger at the gods for allowing such atrocities to happen by the hoof of one of their own. She is determined that the Moon Goddess should one day pay for her actions, but she also knows better than to try to take vengeance on a deity. Especially by herself.
”Are we together?” she asks suddenly, continuing to substitute words from his native tongue to convey her meanings more precisely. ”I love you. You are my khal. Once, I was your khaleesi. I am no longer queen, though I will be again… but that isn’t enough, Gaucho. If I’m yours, and you’re mine, I want to be only yours and I want you to be only mine. Being taken… I am not content to continue as we have, falling apart and coming back together. Either we are together, really together, or we aren’t. I am yours. I have been since the day we met, and I will be still, from this day until my last.” She pulled away to look him in the eye.
”Are you mine?”
"Talk talk talk."
@Gaucho
Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...
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With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
Finally after all these seasons of being together, they were having the talk.
It didn't come naturally to Gaucho, this topic of conversation. Where he had come from there was no need for such reassurance, no need for labels or being exclusive. His previous Khal sired many foals with many mares, and while he loved all those in his herd, he placed his khaleesi above all others. In his mind, that was what Gaucho had always done with Sohalia.
Hadn't he?
His mind rolled over to Ampere, the only one to have ever held his longing and lingering looks other than the Transcended. He had thought he loved Ampere (though in truth he knew he did), but something about how they parted made even the thought of loving her feel bitter and disgusting in his mouth. The fiery and fighty passion that had blazed so brightly between he and the blue was unrivaled - even by Sohalia. They had come together after seasons of longing, whereas his passion with Sohalia was almost always instantly met. That sort of slow build had gotten under his skin and into every thought. And when they had come together, when their bodies had melded into one after a battle that was truly worth his time and effort it was ... unparalleled in many respects. He had wanted Ampere, and without Sohalia around (her perceived abandonment providing every justification necessary), he had been happy with the Blue.
But it wasn't as though his feelings for Ampere rivaled those for Sohalia. They merely occupied another place in his heart.
However for all her passion and heat there was one thing Ampere had never offered Gaucho ... perhaps never could offer. Forgiveness. And selfishly that was a trait that he needed; one that Sohalia offered up in spades.
Gaucho found himself wanting to tell Sohalia that he could only be hers if she stayed around. But ... something in the back of his mind (probably Mara) suggested that that wouldn't be a wise thing to say. Still, Gaucho couldn't help but shake the idea that he was chaining himself to the wind. "Gaucho never replace Soh ... Soh never can be replaced." He began, his warm words sinking into her flesh. Was he obligated to tell her about he and Ampere? About Zero? She hadn't asked ... selfishly he allowed himself to remain silent on that issue.
"Yes." The idea of saying that he was hers exclusively, felt like a weight until it was released. The dun didn't like rules and boundaries. He was undefeated in these lands, and yet here he was, beaten and shackled by a mare who he could crush blind and deaf. Yet she had surpassed his strength somehow. She had won his heart effortlessly, and now chained him with the devotion he had given her. But as he agreed to her terms, the trade felt ... alright.
It didn't feel like such a loss, the way it initially did.
"Gaucho just for Soh." He repeated, affirming his acceptance. The flames on his wings grew bright and high for a moment as he sighed, implicitly giving up any lingering hopes of reuniting with Ampere. His feelings for her might not have diminished at all, but nor would Gaucho break his word. In his current frame of mind, with Sohalia pressed against him, the word seemed as though it would be relatively easy to keep. Later however ... that was a different story.
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