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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.
The half-child turns away from the boat, though he longs to dance through it and explore every crook and crevice. How did the Earth God make it, and how many rooms on the boat are there? Will there be enough room for everyone? What about the needs of the boaters… food, water, medical care in the case of accidents… Has the Earth God thought of all these things?
Regardless, he cannot explore, for he is commanded away to do the Earth God’s bidding. Why the Earth God can’t go do this himself is another mystery, but again one that the child is not inclined to question. It is not his prerogative to do so. So, as he and his friend approach the Heart Caves, he descends into the ground wondering if Erebos has been here before.
“The boat is life,” he mentions cryptically, quietly, to a passer-by, briefly tossing his head back towards the heart caves exit. Tobias bleats, as if confirming. Is this what they’re supposed to do?
Delighted by a task, by a purpose, the little demonic scion ventured alongside Adelric, glowing with a potent pride at being handed something to do. He preferred this to just waiting on the whims of a ship (though another part of him thought that portion of the adventure would be just as awesome, because who knows how many rooms there were and how much mischief they could get into), extending his limbs across the cavern floors and bolstering his voice to echo across the familiar, cave walls. The miniature devil glanced towards passerbys and smaller animals crawling across the entrance, reaching out and raising his voice into a commanding decibel. “Get to the boat!” He liked the spotted colt’s version though, the boat is life, it seemed much more refined and finessed, albeit mysterious and intriguing, a touch of the enigmatic thrall they’d been tossed within, and he tried it out in a low whisper to a nearby lizard, slinking along his path. “The boat is life – and make sure to grab your friends!”
"I know him..." I mumble to myself, as my gaze falls upon Adelric. I tilt my head over my should, spying Arya and smile. "I know him!"
"Hey!" I call loudly, glad to see a familiar face. Maybe this whole thing won't be so bad. Arya found me, and now I've found Adelric. Maybe .. maybe I'll see Spice later too? The thought fills me with relief. It isn't going to be so bad. I'm going to be brave. Hear that bird-lady? Brave.
"I know you!" I call out louder, once I reach the two. "You doing boat stuff too, huh? So I guess ... I guess you've warned everyone around here?"
It suddenly dawns on me that familiar faces mean that there is no one new to warn. "Uhm. Maybe you missed some?" I venture, partly for me, partly for Arya.
I hope she doesn't hate me for bringing her here. I don't want her to think I'm a terrible partner, or that she picked the wrong one. I fidget slightly, looking around. There had to be more folks ambling about, there just had to. I wouldn't give up. I would warn them.
She's just like the weather. Can't hold her together.
Arya ambles along with Rhoa. There was sense of eagerness with undertones of urgency written across her face. He declares his knowledge of the others around them. She listens as Rhoa addresses the other boys. Both bear the familiar scent of her home and she smiles at them. She turns towards Rhoa as he speaks.
“There are always more to warn,” She says a bit more seriously. Even if these boys had marched up to the top of the Frostbreath Steppe and screamed, there is more who need to hear. Both of them are too quiet and it is time she take matters into her own hands. The huntress prances off from the group and inhales deeply.
“HEY!” She shouts looking at any who might listen. “THE BOAT IS LOVE, THE BOAT IS LIFE!” What the fuck that is supposed to mean she doesn’t know. “Earth God wants to purify the world and he’s giving us an opportunity to get away. Head towards the giant boat in the meadow!” Then she trots back over towards the trio of colts. “I’m Arya.”
[I literally have no self control
Arya is with Rhoa.]
"talk"
Stand on my feet
Dance the warrior, the warrior
EINARR
The warrior's wing beats were steady, moving him forward towards the Throat to warn his new family with ease. The happiness he had felt before in the sky, before he had seen the ship, before he had heeded the Earth God's words, that happiness was lost on this flight now. Einarr was moving with purpose, his hefty body flying in tandem with the smaller warrior woman. Every so often his eyes would dance to her, waiting for her thoughts expressed as words. The two had not gotten off to the best start, but bickering and arguing now would be fruitless. They were both warriors of the same herd, dedicated to duty and service, and they both obviously excelled in battle. With his nose to the grind, Einarr had to lend confidence to this woman's dedication to this task. In his bones, in the depths of his very being, the inky stallion hoped she was as dedicated as he was to warning the population around them.
Einarr's reddened brown gaze fell down to the caves as he passed over them, and panic swelled in his breast as he was children descend through the mouth of the cave. Gaucho had said the caves were large, but not large enough to fly within, and it had kept the hardened warden at bay. Now, however, he suddenly rocketed towards the cave. Landing roughly, the stallion wasted no time with following the children. "Get out of cave! Get to boat! Verakasar zhowak! Water fill caves!" His voice was loud, and in his panic he was too flustered to even complete full sentences in his native tongue.
[Verakasar zhowak! = Cavern dangerous. | Einarr is freaking out about the BABIES.]
my black eye casts no shadow
your red eye sees no blame
They flew well enough together, even when mismatched in size. Her smaller wings had to fall more often than his, but between the two sets there was a pleasant rhythm she might have enjoyed if their mission hadn’t been so urgent. As the raced toward the Throat, Meg puzzled over his order in the meadow and more, her reaction to it. She was a soldier, and soldiers had to take orders from their commanders; that much Meg could accept as a necessity but the little warhawk had no patience for being made little or less by her peers. It was essential for Megaera to meet the other warriors of the Throat as equals, lest she lose herself again. So, with that in mind that mare leaned close to Einarr and spoke in dangerous mix of humor and solemn promise. “We have a job to do so you get a pass, but order me again and you’ll get a shiny new bruise for that handsome face of yours.” and the resumed their flight without breaking stride.
Only a moment later, though, he fell away and Meg thought he might be challenging her assertion until she followed his gaze toward the cave entrance below and CHILDREN who had gone inside. She dived just behind him and charged into the caves, all fire and fury. “OUT!” Her voice, normally so indulgent with foals, made it clear that there would be no arguing with her. She had no fear of the caves and remembered them well. In and out of rooms she darted and where she found any of the little ones, they got a quick nip at their heels and a firm word “Out! And straight to the boat in the Meadow. No stops and no detours!” One, two, three unicorns, a little equine, and… Meg’s stomach gave a lurch when she spotted Rhoa. There was NO way she would let a son of Gaucho in this death-trap and he got an extra nip aimed at his rump to get him moving.
Sketch and Code by Laine - Table Inspired by Aud
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Megaera in all posts ::
A friend comes, and at first the half-child almost dares to smile. He knows that face, and from the same location too. He thought Rhoa lived in the Throat… maybe he just get really excited about being in these caves? In fact, the shy boy was almost about to respond without Erebos taking the lead, when a loud voice was suddenly yelling at him. Dancing on uneasy hooves, the yearling was quick to shift behind Erebos. Meek and mild, he preferred to stand in the shadows of his princely friend.
And it was like the yelling just wouldn’t stop- another adult! Inside, the half-child was reeling with desire to yell back at them and tell them to leave him alone, but he was not brave enough to stand up for himself. Besides, nothing about this meeting made sense to his mind, and his scientist’s brain was having a hard time making sense of it all. Looking to Erebos briefly for permission, the half-child broke into a scurrying trot and quickly headed back out the way he came.
He was only following the Earth God’s instructions- why the ire?
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