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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.
Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen
"That is the God of the Earth." Archibald looked down at his daughter as he walked her towards the Deep Forest, his steps careful and slow to keep in time with her young legs. She was still on the road to recovery, and Archibald was mindful to focus on what she could and could not do. "He is good." Archibald wanted to choke on his own words, his faith in even the Earth's benevolence and strength waning in the wake of the most recent happenings. However, if his faith were to remain in one, it would be Father Earth. After all, he had lost his son just as Archibald had lost his mate--therefore, he understood. "He gifted me with Loretta, my magic, and many other things. We must do as he says, now." Archibald continued to walk, Loretta trotting ahead of him and the precious flower at his side. As he marched through the ancient forest, the King let his voice bellow out, a great hurricane of authority and power. Loretta barked along with him, trying to catch anyone and everyone's attention in the forest.
"GET TO THE THISTLE MEADOW, THE EARTH GOD IS GOING TO CLEANSE HELOVIA WITH A GREAT FLOOD. HEAD TO THE SHIP AT ONCE!"
02-09-2015, 08:21 PM (This post was last modified: 02-09-2015, 09:56 PM by Nymeria.)
And the stars are exploding in your eyes It won't be long until you're running
Away from the Thistle Meadow she ran until her lungs heaved and her legs wobbled with exertion, into the deep and prevailing gloom which settled over the midnight tree black as shadow. Here each step was a task of it's own— one false or inconsiderate move and she could be easily sent head-over-heels, tumbling across the soil because of her own volition and a branch's whim. Lil still led her, a nimble silhouette glowing against the silver of the fog, and she chased him yet, knowing they were far from done. Perhaps she was young, but that did not make her... tireless. It did make her pigheaded and determined though.
Tulip ears quiver as she navigates the labyrinthian woods, slithering back to pin against her skull at the sound of a massive bellow thundering through the shadow. Someone's doing a good job here. And so she adjusts her trajectory, skull-marked face glowing in the gloom, leaping out from the trees to skid to a halt before a massive warrior chiseled of stone and rock. Lil, too, comes to a slithery stop, wings churning to keep his mass suspended in midair.
"TO THE BOAT!" Nymeria cries in tandem to her black's call. "TO THE BOAT!" And then she halts to breath in, out, sparkling rubies settling upon the Dauntless and his daughter. A huge smile crinkles up her face.
"Glad to see you and your lil' girl not gonna drown!"
Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions
Why was there so much yelling?! Was it really necessary to pound one's life out across the forest and scare all of the animals that dared to inhabit these lands. A bark, a bellow, and then there is the scampering of a little one across her path. It seemed this entire place was already covered.
Well, perhaps the three pairs could work together to span out across more lands in this forest. "Perhaps ye could spread out - Fig and mineself can reinforce the message upon the easterly thicket." Laedere speaks, addressing the large one first and then offering a gentle bob for the smaller one as well. "If we all diverge then thee notice shan't take too long to send forth." Still, she waited for Fig to come through, to settle in for a moment before allowing the last words to settle. "It is but mine hopes that ye wilt suffer no afflictions in the upcoming rain. Be'th intact in thee storm. I pray for ye to receive but the best."
Then, she simply turns and hopes that Fig will join her going further Westward, and then maybe other places afterward.
We can hide under sheets, under heavy covers
So deep as the night draws in
Honestly, since finding out about the “Great Flood”, everything in Helovia had spiraled from grace into the heavenly pits of chaos. Everyone was sharing the news, screaming in one another’s ear, and forgetting exactly whose ears they’d already accosted. It was pure luck that I’d been able to keep Evangeline at my side without having to rip her from someone else’s desperate hands… or mouth. There were hundreds of creatures yelling “warnings” throughout Helovia and I, for one, wanted no part of their insanity. Perhaps that was why I’d decided to trail Archibald into the Deep Forest… he was our newest King after all. I suppose I was just hoping that he would provide the answers I’d been looking for since the senselessness began, but above all else, I was hoping that he wouldn’t succumb to the… screaming.
However, not only were my intentions mirrored, but I’d been completely wrong about his manner of doing things. Before I knew it, even the Deep Forest became a place of absolutely hysteria. Archibald was screaming, some skull-faced filly was screaming, and to top things off, some mysterious, pale-winged mare started sprouting off instructions (and in foreign tongues no less)! I had to keep myself from turning around and running the other way in order to avoid the rising panic that swelled from within.
With one final glance to Evangeline, to check how she was holding up in the face of so much absurdity, I gave in, “DAMMIT, LET’S JUST GO TO THE BOAT INSTEAD OF SCREAMING ABOUT IT!”
And we'll be slow honey lovers 'til the clocks go forward again
02-09-2015, 09:24 PM (This post was last modified: 02-09-2015, 09:35 PM by Macaria.)
Macaria
Palest Shadow; Darkest Light
There was so much screaming, Mother!
Even Father was bellowing, his huge monstrous voice reverberating within me, down to my very core. He wasn’t the only one; there were others up and down the meadow--and I’m told, all around the world-- who were screaming and crying out and getting the message out about the huge boat that the whole earth needed to board.
I would guess that it was my turn to help out the cause, as well--but you see, Mother, I was too busy hopping about on one hoof, doing my best to keep my balance as all the yelling around me made me jump continuously. “Oh, oh, oh!” I said, my eyes bugged out as I hopped some more, outrageously excited and alarmed all in one. “Oh, oh, boat!” I cried, helpless and wobbly and frightened and oh-so ready for this voyage to commence!
Oh, Mother, it was such a sight! I’d never felt my heart beat so fast before!
I hoped Reginald and Abraham were okay...I knew they wouldn’t get so afraid of the yelling, at least.
Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen
Thor and Evangeline trailed Archibald and Macaria, and the Dauntless was not hindered or upset by their presence, nor was he delighted in it. The last time he and Evangeline had spoken he had given her the gruesome details on how he had felled Roanne, ripped his life from his heart, all because of the command given by his mother. Archibald killed her, too, eventually, and had gotten control of himself fully and forever. The flaxen did not understand him and his past, and he did not blame her for that...but he wanted her to respect him as she might have at one time.
Two others joined them in the forest, and the massive brute lifted his head. He nodded at the filly as she spoke of the joys of him and his daughter's safety. Her white masked face and reddened eyes, however, made his mind hone in on someone he loathed. Confutatis. It was obvious in the warlord's mind that this girl had been dropped by the similarly white-masked bitch, and Archibald snorted. "You must seek safety. Get to the boat, young one." Lifting a brow as the pegasus--injured, it seemed--spoke. In agreement, the king nodded and turned to move north--toward the Threshold. Perhaps they could curve around and head back towards the meadow.
When Thor cursed as he yelled, Archibald's left hind leg shot out in a warning cow kick, and his golden eyes narrowed and blasted on the wingless stallion like hellfire. Watch your tongue his eyes seemed to warn.
Loretta kept her voyage ahead, bounding and baking and paving their path. "Oh, Macaria, what an adventure this is!" Archibald smiled down on her, turning away from Thor. He did not want his child to worry, he wanted to her to feel comfortable and delighted by this time.
@[Macaria] @[Thor] @[Nymeria] @[Laedere]
The journey into the southern reaches of Helovia (just beyond the Thistle Meadow and the boat actually), had been less comfortable for Fig who tried heartily to manoeuvre swiftly and ably at the heel of her companion. She wore upon her blazed face a mask of enthusiasm – even despite the reign of chaos descending like a rabid plague across Helovia. She was pleased to have won such a tolerant, understanding friend in Laedere, and even more because of the nature of the seemingly limitless task they had been dealt.
Voices rose ahead with the blurred colours of countless trees – raving Helovians who unsettled the humble tree-girl enormously. To her relief, it was Laedere who ventured forward to meet them, and Fig loitered behind with branches swaying to the rhythm of rising uncertainty. She bid the pair – the hulking mass of swarthy stallion and his lesser, feminine company as broad (if not intimidated smile) and followed her friend as best she could as they delved ever deeper into the forest. It was not as simple for one with a tree set upon her spine after all.
02-09-2015, 10:18 PM (This post was last modified: 02-09-2015, 10:19 PM by Thranduil.)
The golden was enjoying this hullabaloo WAY too much to not investigate ever following. Seeing a daughter tottering with her hulking father the golden took the bait and followed. What he found were some growing familiar faces. A skull child. The gold was curious about that one. That marking… Oh! And there’s a Pegasus! Ah but its wing was all busted up. Huffing the gold turns to find a face that makes him chuckle. Thor. He wore his scars pretty well. A deep laugh echoed through the woods and noting his mistake the gold slips to invisibility of his rank. Invisible he travels around trying not to snicker at their panic. That father though, the large draft, who the gold did note, could pummel him, was most annoying. Course the gold felt the same tingle in his spine, but on that one it looked so unrefined. Coming onto another creature the gold grins. He can’t resist. Slipping invisibly to the front of the slow tree bearing mare he flashes off his invisibility. “GET ON THE BOAT” Then snaps back invisible. Trying not to laugh out at his trick the gold moves on to other places.
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There were times when Evangeline suspected that Thor thought she was completely helpless and not at all the selfsufficient mare that she truly was. Each worried glance he gave her was met with a challenging one from her. She would not be viewed as helpless. Tallis flew between the trees as they continued to trail behind Archibald, though Evangeline would have rathered follow anyone else into the forest. She had nothing to say to the newly appointed king. Nothing at all.
All hell seemed to break loose as Archibald began to yell followed by a number of other individuals. Thor gave in and began to shout and when he did Evangeline shoved her shoulder against his and glared. "Watch what you say in front of children." She did not miss the way Archibald kicked out at Thor and she sent a glare toward the king. Warning or not she did not approve of such a method of punishment for a single curse when she'd heard far worse from him and his family.
The orange mare was looking at the others present when a gold stallion suddenly snapped into view. She snorted and stepped back, ears flat against her head as he shouted in the tree mare's face then disappeared again. "What was that?" She frowned as she stared at the spot that the stallion had appeared then disappeared. A moment or so later her gaze moved to Fig. "Are you okay?"
The large brute seemed to agree, and though his child was jumping at each yell and this dark bay stag was screaming about how they should just go to the boat it seemed that most wanted to help. Alas, it was Fig who had stayed, for the most part, out of the mess of bodies before starting off deeper into the forest. It would take her longer, that much Laedere knew, so she took no offense to the mare as she attempted to get a head start on the movement to go help.
It is only when Laedere sees a form flash in front of Fig that she jolts - panicking and trying to attack whatever this thing was. But, he is gone before she can help and the snapping yell does little to settle her nerves. And then, the pale mare next to the bay tried to make sure that Fig was alright. "Fig, are ye in good health? Ye mind must haveth undergone quite a shock." Laedere says, eyes widening as she attempted to brush her wing up against the mare's hide in comfort. "I prithee ye all to be'eth vigil in ye journey back to thee vessel…"
Then, with a careful nudge, she attempted to help guide the burdened mare deeper into the forest. "I pray ye can calm ye'self by conversing with thee trees over yonder? Ye will be fine," she murmurs in an attempt to comfort the mare.
We can hide under sheets, under heavy covers
So deep as the night draws in
If it wasn’t Evangeline, it was someone else. Somehow, despite the fact that I was against the giant mosh-pit sweeping Helovia, I was the one being reprimanded for cussing of all things. Archibald had thought it wise to silence me with a warning kick, but I thought it wise of him to watch his own course of action. I wasn’t one of his warriors and neither was Eva… he could command us all he pleased, but it didn’t make him a King. They were so often righteous men like Kaj, noble beings who knew when to use words and when to use their hands. However, I also couldn’t expect Archibald to change his habits overnight and now that I realized he was protecting his daughter -when had he had another child?- I was a bit more complacent.
I considered myself a fairly knowledgeable creature and one that would heed wisdom with careful understanding when it was presented in an amiable fashion. Evangeline nearly always found a way to condemn me for my behavior and often chided me for it, as she did in the wake of my use of profanity, but at least she wasn’t trying to physically attack me. Well, at least I could say she wasn’t trying to kick me… I was thankful enough for that.
Perhaps it was just best I keep my damn mouth shut.
And we'll be slow honey lovers 'til the clocks go forward again
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