"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
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.
I build bridges with these arms
I will not build a fortress
Ophelia would be lying if she had said that her crushing defeat beneath Deimos' tutelage hadn't damaged her pride. She was not haughty or arrogant - not truly. At times, she could appear to be rather self-inflated, but usually she was entirely unaware of her actions and perceptions. For as clever as she was, the pale princess severely lacked self-awareness, and this bleeding wound from her ego was clouding her judgment. Two great defeats now lay in her past, and she had the burn marks etched on her hide from both. She felt them as she walked, reminders of her failures and inadequacies, stabbing the knife deeper into her heart. Try as she might to shake these feelings, they persisted, and a rattled breath hissed passed her lips. Fighting, sparring, every season was her idea, and now she beginning to regret her grand plans as her hooves carried her on the soft gravel near the glittering, unfrozen lake.
The sun overhead shined down upon her armored back, and she cast a deep shadow beneath her body – one that she seemed rather content to stare at rather than the horizon. Towering mountain ranges and beautiful, cloudless skies were far too beautiful in comparison to her defeated soul, and she winced, mousy lips curling upward. Today, she would be facing Thranduil – another stallion of powerful report. His reputation trailed in whispers behind him, and Ophelia was unsure of what was truth or lie. She mused that he most likely preferred rumors to be that way, hiding him in the blanket of obscurity. He was clever, subversive, and she would have to consider that in this battle as well.
In some ways they were the same. With her heartbreakingly beautiful smiles, dazzling pale coat and chime-like voice, the feminine princess was a perfect distraction. No one suspected the northern beauty for heinous crimes, especially when she toiled so hard for the plight of good. But that inherent kindness was not just a mask she wore to hide the truth – it was a truth itself. She struggled to reconcile the two halves of her whole, two bloods, two families, two lives, dark and light and love and hate. Split toes danced upon the line, unwilling to fall to either side.
Finally, the pale princess tossed her head, exhaling harshly and narrowing her eyes against the bright light overhead. The sun god’s orb danced pleasantly on her forehead, hanging from her horn, and she turned her elegant face, looking for Thranduil. “Where are you, clever thief…” she murmured beneath her breath, ears darting around like radars to detect any sound that would indicate his position. At least the heat was not blistering here as it was in the desert sands...
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- Midday with a high sun
- Cloudless skies
- Somewhat of a breeze and near the unfrozen lake, so sort of a silty, gravel footing
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Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
A warm breath of summer rolled across his back, sending a small grin rising up on his lips showing his pleasure. Sides heave with a sigh as that golden son takes in one last relaxed breath. Earth eyes open to the cloudless sky, as he criticizes this attempt to ruin a rather nice day. Shaking out those white locks the golden looks back at his cave. Haldir lay by the entrance where he now usually placed himself, on the golden’s wolf hide. The babe’s white eyes lifted to his bonded, and the two shared a moment of thought. The gold though snorts and turns away, the conversation ended. Reaching over he picks up a leather wrapped bar, before slipping out from the cave entrance.
With a calm walk the gold comes from the edges of the pines to the lake edge. The battle with Thor, and the exhaustion he broke himself with would not be repeated. He would not run out and spend himself before the battle even began. Though adrenaline purred against his pride and dripped ice and fire into his veins, the golden bided his energy to wait. Mind could not wait though and it already began to analyze what lay ahead. There stood the lady, her red tipped figure waiting by the lake. She could have chosen better, the gold distained. Gravel would damage those poor white knees of hers when she fell.
He takes it all so lightly as he walks with swinging hips to the stage. What a liar he is. The ease was forced. The calm actually an utter lie. This wasn’t some equine runt, or pathetic pony, this was a worthy challenge for his ego. Before him was a sound mare, with a deadly horn, and hidden magic the gold couldn’t even imagine. It is an ignorant fool for thinking her such an easy target, and for riding his recent victory like a king. She carries on her brow the light of the sun, and in her mind the power to change history. And he? That golden carries not but a blade tucked, and some thin armor, little to her powers. Who is he to find his place above her’s? Oh but foolish reader, who laugh at this cocky ass as he walks with serenity to battle do not see. Is there not threat in arrogance? Is there not power in courage? Is there not strength in pride? And you thought he was unarmed. Idiotic.
Still it wouldn’t ruin his day too much to remind her of her mortality. So with a grin of all knowing the golden calls out his precious. “Aduial” The metal hummed a top his head then shivered to extension. The grin on his maw now grew wicked as he tucked the pole he carried under the upper leg strap. That new prize was for later. The stage was set, the final reflections made, time to let it loose. Jogging forward the golden marveled at the silence. Not a sound was made as his hooves hit rocks, and metal bounced upon his back. That wasn’t even supposed to be the best part. Spanish neck curved well away from the collar of his precious, not trusting the engineer’s work just yet. No time like the present to try it out.
Tactics, plans, manipulations, and machinations rolled through his mind. He had only two identities locked in, and certainly not the one (Torliek) he wished so while the gold prided on his new looks, this would be a battle of bronze and grit. At least on his side. Did he worry about her side? Worrying is losing.
When the lengths counted down body final releases in a burst of bent up, energy. What was meant to be a canter turned to a little less than controlled run. Who is he to give in to temptation now and then, especially after he had been such a good boy. Hooves, though cloven for traction found little to work with. Harks pinned back not from the fight but the terrain as he could not dig in as he wished. Hopefully, the way he planned it, there shouldn’t be far to go. Body drifted to the right coming at her left. One last devilish grin flirts, before the golden head tucks in, horns ready to pierce her flesh and begin the bloodshed. Horns were old hat though. Nestled in the grooves of his collar, waiting for impact to jostle it away lay spikes. They should drive in with meeting flesh, and present a lovely surprise. Let’s see how they tested out shall we? Let’s just have a bit of fun with this terrible shame of a way to spend a day. Besides, that outfit could use a few more touches of red Ophelia dear.
OOC ::Good luck lovely!
TAG:: @[Ophelia]
ATK::1/3
WORD:: 799
Identities:: Destry, Cashmere
Wardrobe:: Circlet, polearm
Injuries:: None
Summary:: Thranduil straight at Ophelia at a calm jog, then at the last few paces breaks into a canter and drifts right (aiming for her left shoulder). He tries to strike with his horns, but also tries to hit her with his collar, which is jostled will extend spikes.
"Speech"
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
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