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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.
All the mare had needed was the request, and she would have obliged with no problem. So when the mare delcared her decision, December gave a simple nod, before turning on her hind legs, steel eyes meeting her gaze only for a moment to initiate motion, before making their way back towards the Falls. Fortunately it was a short journey from the Threshold, and feathered limbs were deliberate with each step, as she finally began to explain a few things to Risa. She began with the four Gods, explaining the origin of them and the land of Helovia, the same speech she had been given when she had arrived to the Falls for the first time as well. She then moved on to speak about the ranks in the herd, what each rank did and how everyone contributed. When she was pretty sure she had spoken more than she ever had in her entire life, the familiar arch that lead to the Hidden Falls came into view, and the humid air wafted around her thick build, leaving a slight look of irriation across her expression.
Heat had, and never would be, her friend. With ease her head dipped beneath the vines dangling above the path, ignoring their gentle kisses along her spine as she emerged on the other side, patiently awaiting for Risa to follow. Ahead stood the main meat of their land, the massive waterfall cascading down into the pool, the thick jungle trees flourishing in the summer heat, as all forms of life buzzed around the lands that thrived. Taking in a deep breath of the musty air, December looked to the inky lady briefly, before leading her down the narrow path that brought one down to the heart of their home.
"Watch your step," she called behind her as she began to traverse the rocky trail, being careful where to place each step, "The paths are hard to travel at first." One hoof at a time, she finally made it to the bottom of the hill, pausing and shifting to the side to give Risa the room. Eyes scanned the expanse for any herd members who might be present, before looking to the draft at her side, the yin to her yang, speaking once again, "Welcome to the Hidden Falls."
"Speech"
Text Thought
{WC: 383
Tag: @[Risa]
OOC: Please let Risa post first! Then anyone is welcome to meet our newest member Risa should they want to!>
She followed the mare her steps shy at first, this uneasy feeling was new to Risa and she did not like it. She felt a stranger in her own skin. Since when did she want nothing more then the comfort of other people, since when was she shy. Since when did she second guess her self. It was appalling to know even for a second she had been a lesser horse. But before she could really get into over analyzing herself December started to talk and Risa found her self great full for the distraction.
You are going somewhere new, trust this mare to keep our meeting a secret. You can make a new impression on the rest of her herd. She told her self then tuned into what was being said. Taking in everything whole heartily listening as though she was going to be quizzed on it. By the time the mares speech was over Risa felt more like herself. Walking with her head held high and her steps deliberate and purposeful, her hoofs causing the dry grass to crush under her.
But as the duo came closer and Risa saw for the first time what the snowy mare had spoken of her steps faltered slowing just a little. It was not what she had expected and she realized she was over seeing the entrance. She tried to peer around the sister draft as she pushed though the vines trying to see what lies ahead but only got a glimpse. She hurried though the vines her skin twitching as it tickled her fur. Pressing her wing out slightly to minimize the sensation.
Risa paused half away though the entry gasping as she took in the view her eyes roaming over every inch unable to take in enough of the beauty. She instantly felt cooler as she looked at the water and yet her lungs felt heavy with humidity. Not that she minded the beauty of the place seemed to make up for it.
Distracted as she was the trip down the rocky patch was sloppy and uncoordinated as she slipped and skidded with serval missteps. Slipping over a few loose rocks as she neared the bottom sliding to a stop next to December. Looking around again heaving a sigh as December spoke the five words that seemed to put her completely at ease.
With that she stood tall and proud taking in all that was before her hoping to the Gods that she make a good impression.
02-18-2015, 11:16 AM (This post was last modified: 02-18-2015, 11:16 AM by Ghost.)
Dead men tell no tales.
I breathe out long and fed up. Tallsun was here in all its fiery glory without much respite and I find myself lingering in the shadows of objects more than ever. I had discovered many ways to take cover; bows of trees, beside big boulders and under the mountain, anywhere that would give me respite from this blistering heat. It was in one of these shrouded places that I found a smooth stone, nestled away and apparently all alone. I was going to leave it; after all, it’s not like me to take trinkets or invaluable things with me. I travelled light, as my slender body wouldn’t allow much else. Yet, there was something about this stone that was different from all others, it wasn’t rough for a start, as if someone had buffed it clean of rough edges. It didn’t really smell of musty rock either and rather foreign that I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I don’t like being uncertain, I like to know what things are and why they are like so, only then does my heartbeat normally and peacefully. Yet, this rock was odd and it was slowly beginning to get on my nerves. So much so that I was considering throwing it off a cliff to see what happened when it smashed or if it smashed for that matter.
I sometimes rolled it around the Falls but mainly left it in secret places that I hoped no one knew or knew little of like the odd crack in the stone or the holes in trees. It was bothersome to carry around and as I rolled it out on this brutal summers day, I stared at it in exasperation. I really, desperately wanted to leave it and forget about it, but that had become futile the day I had taken a second glance at it. It was something annoying and it was bugging me, there was no forgetting this useless object and it pissed me off. I would have probably have grumbled over it for the rest of the day had I not heard a voice climbing down into the herd land.
Attention grabbed, I look up from my previous distraction and scope out the owner. I find it is a rather large mare of grey colour and I faintly recognize her face from a herd meeting past but that was all. I knew not her name nor rank, but the fact she was a family member drew a faint smile to my lips and a quiet nod in her direction as I move onto her fellow traveller whom had just been welcomed. Another mare whose bodily makeup was much like my own, a black and red tone, but the world had blessed this one with far more feather and muscle than me. This pathetic skinny body was slowly becoming on of my most hated possessions along with this stupid rock! "Are you joining our herd?" I enquire with curiosity laced into my words, it had been a month or so since I had met with a new member. "I’m Ghost, Cza- oh"crack.
A frown crossed my face and slowly I cast my gaze downwards to view the previously inactive stone, which was in fact not a stone apparently. It writhed this way and that, seemingly annoyed at something and I wonder if I have annoyed this once inanimate object. More chipped away from the shell until a bundle of fluff fell from it and my mouth simultaneously pursed into a thin line.
02-18-2015, 11:18 AM (This post was last modified: 02-18-2015, 11:36 AM by Midas.)
Forever a sentinel.
Would that I could reverse the sun, wind back the spindle of time; correct my misguided faults -- the future was rarely how we pleaded it to be. All that remained was to brace against uncertain comings. Each held for their mistakes, actions; though I tried to be merciful regardless. Mortal hearts are fickle, constantly changing, altering, backstabbing over the tiniest altercation that didn't suit their needs. Fina chirped softly, her eyes upon the back of my neck with strained compassion.
"Thee doesn't need to please them all..."
"I know," a dry answer....even as these lips move to form words at a whisper.
"Yet, ye still makes effort?" She countered with equal tone. I didn't reply, there was no need. Fina sighed and looked away, discouraged; as her bonded was. Neve glanced our way and smiled before tucking her crown back into the curve of one wing.
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From uptop my cliff overlook I catch hold of a pair managing the stone pathway into the Fall's; they trail from the darkened forest that lay south. My gaze sits kindly upon the light colored woman, who'd recently been made a soldier. Her silverly pelt is a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of our home. Aye, she seemed better suited for snow and ice, as Neve was. December, the lass was called. Her effort in the hold produce a noticeable harvest, aye, another joins our ranks -- (which have been swelling with foals.)
Brows furrow, I'm concerned by our lack of troop...we needed more warriors. Fighting folk already skilled in the crude art of bloodshed and honor. Many of this family bore talent in shadow play. Settling upon December's dark company, I set my jaw and allow gilden pinions to unfurl. Skilled eyes would gauge the worth of this newblood. Fina slides toward heaven, her body a flaming streak of light. My feathers spread to the wind, catching a breeze that carries me gracefully down to their level. A welcoming smile has already touched my face, it softens any lines of discontent that might still be present. Ebony talons find my spine, Fina roosts, watching my company with a casual scowl upon her face.
Ghost had slide in among them on my way down, brows rise and a widder beam caresses my lips higher, "Hail Ghost."
"Well met to ye two," a polite nod to them both; though these eyes turn to December, "Yar, welcome home." Gaze shifts comfortably to the coal colored lass, "Thee brings company?" An unknown echo of the question my colead had just asked. My attention is drawn to the egg at Ghost's feet, it rocks back and forth, breaking apart. What emerges is not a creature of feather or scale, but one of fur.
Word Count;;462 OOC;;Ghost beat me lololol TAG;; @[December]
Risa had fared the trip rather well, which wasn't a surprise to the ivory dame. She was thicker like she, built with muscle which meant decent strength. The draft heritage was evident in both of their appearance, but December didn't pay anymore mind to it. Instead her eyes landed on the black mistress that was the Czarina, making her way to the duo with an egg in her jaws. It reminded her of her own little egg, nestled safely in the nest she had made for it beside her resting spot. She didn't find it surprising that one of the leads would be the first to arrive at the scene. Her words laced her dials and she blinked, steel eyes looking upon the smile gracing the lead's maw, before dipping her head in a respectful manner.
"Yes," she replied in her usual factual tone, never once letting her gaze falter as she introduced the other winged fem, "This is Risa, she is in need of a place to stay. I presumed she would be welcomed without question. Am I incorrect?" Her question was not accusing, simply blunt like everything else about her. If she had done wrong by bringing Risa back then she would like to know, especially since it left her in quite the predicament. Left alone with a mare who had nowhere else to go. She couldn't leave her, that would be cruel, but she couldn't disobey the Czarina and Czar. She could always be angry, but never disobedient. Before she could get an answer, the woman's egg fell to the ground, cracking open to reveal a little wolf pup. Blinking her steel gaze the mare only watched briefly, before noticing the arrival of Midas.
She remembered those golden eyes all too well. Upon his approach she dipped her head politely, briskly, not mirroring the smile on his complexion. She had no need to do such a thing and he wouldn't mind, if he had accepted her the way she had been the first time, surely how she was now wouldn't make much of a difference. He welcomed her home, his voice warm like it had been their first meeting, and it made December's gaze soften, but only a little. It was strange, knowing that the man saw her as family now that she was under his rule, but she couldn't help but find a slight comfort in it. Ghost was most likely the same, but she had a different way of showing it, which the mare didn't mind at all. Turning back to Risa, her tone was brisk and deep like before, never betraying a hint of emotion, "Risa, these are the rulers of the Hidden Falls; Midas and Ghost. This is Risa, I have offered her a place to reside since she has nowhere else to go. I also know we need more warriors, perhaps this would be an area of interest for her."
She didn't really see the negativity in volunteering someone up for something they might not want to do, but December didn't take note of a lot of things when it came to social situations, so whether or not the newcomer would agree was out of her mind. She hadn't talked about it, had only given information, never asked anything, because that was not her way. December was all about telling, never inquiring or prodding, simply letting what happened happen. So she remained silent, eyes switching between the three delicately, tail swishing at her hocks as she awaited a decision to be made amongst them all. She had done her duty, she had added to the body count, and now she had to let the higher ranks decide the fate of this feathered mare.
"Speech"
Text Thought
{WC: 621
Tag: @[Risa] @[Ghost] @[Midas]
OOC: Woo! I did a thing.>
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