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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.
02-27-2015, 04:23 PM (This post was last modified: 03-05-2015, 08:49 PM by Voodoo.)
Voodoo
"Son, when you grow up would you be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the bad?"
Liquid time to follow shortly after "WHATCH THIS!"
Even while the sun begins to dip below the calm waves, the stale heat it leaves behind lingers for the night. Soothing pastel skies taint the frothing water as waves rush up the beach, high tide coming in quickly to wash away the remains of an unexpected battle. The air is stagnant but more bearable than it had been back home.
You left Ouija back at the oasis, scared that she just may overheat if she keeps wandering around without the protection of shade and water. It seemed like every half hour or so, you'd push that strange barrier that's been crowding our space and call out for the mutt, her bratty teenage voice responding in your skull moments later. Often times it was an "I fiiiiiiinneee!", sometimes it was a "Yes, sleeping please." From the groggy connection that clung to the later, you would chuckle a bit to yourself and let her fall back asleep.
You stand alone now, without the company of your beloved companion, worry twisting your stomach into a tight knot while you stare down at the eroding battle ground from the comfort of a tall sand dune. The wind sweeps up the gradual slopes from over the ocean, playing with your knotted, curly mess of hair, the sweat catching bits of sand and causing the moist spots to become even more visible due to a thin white film.
Uncountable hooves battered the beach, churning the dark, damp sand up from below the surface, etching an illustration into it's skin and leaving the story locked inside for no one else to know. Faux bloodied lips tighten and your brows furrow slightly below your thick forelock, empty eyes staring down at the scene below. Was there a fight? The unfamiliar sting of battle prods into the back of your head, the scar that hides below a thin streak of white hair burns; the only true wound you have to prove that at one time in your life, you were not scared.
Finally, you swallow hard, thick tail arched off of your backside, and begin to wander down the warm hill of sand to investigate.
"Voodoo." 'Ouija.''Voices'
Ignore any weird mistakes, I had to reword some of the post after I read more into The Whatch. ._.
Aithniel was still getting used to being in a herd with different tasks, and she struggled to find her way to the beach again. The last time she was here was... well, she didn't exactly remember the details as everything faded as excitement met her most recent days, but she had been here before. Leaving the Dragon's Throat had been a chore. Large, open wings carried her into the sky after taking a running start, but flapping on the thermals was so difficult. It took her quite a few times to coordinate finding the right gust and steering with the tilt of her keel.
Eventually, she managed to find the beach, spying a dark and red unicorn below. She circled carefully and spiraled, worried about her landing. And she had reason to be worried. Aithniel cringed as she tumbled to the earth, spraying sand as wings flapped frantically, skidding to a halt. She breathed hard, trying to catch her breath from her first long-distance flight, and she looked up at the strange stallion, a teenage grin on her reckless features. Day had faded long ago, and a breeze picked up, grabbing black, youthful hair and billowing it around her rather pretty face.
She gazed out at the roaring ocean, not sure if she liked the vacillating waves. Cautiously, she approached the stranger. "You are on patrol, right?" she asked, not knowing why anyone else would be out here in the middle of the night. "What exactly are we looking for?" The fire child shook the sand off her coat in a big shake, carefully tucking her gull-like wings to her sides and then marching to the ocean's edge. Water bloomed around her hooves and she snorted, lifting a hoof as the sand sucked at the cloven foot.
Aithniel chuckled. "How weird," she murmured. Moving back, she noticed that the slightly darker sand was hard, and she bounded once, staring at the vast expanse of ocean and sand. "Have you ever found anything on a patrol before?" she asked curiously.
@[Voodoo]
You let the world burn down
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Image by jasmine-autumn @DA
It hadn’t been long at all since he had last been here - the signs of what had happened, what they had done, still littered the sand. Hoofprints were echoed with the memories of the words and actions that had occurred here. Something new, something amazing, had been born on this beach. He enjoyed the feeling of hope that Ampere and her WHATCH had given him, enjoyed how he felt encouraged to do whatever he could to help out. The Throat was his home now, and when he was asked to find a pair that had set off to do a patrol at the very beach he had just left, he happily accepted the task.
Quick as he dared with the minor injuries he had sustained from the fight, he had flown from the Throat to the Beach again - exhausted after the days events but trying to stay focused as best as he could. He was thankful to land again, to feel the soft sand beneath his hooves give cushion, even if it was just a little trickier to walk in. The two figures he was searching for would not have likely been hard to find but Aithniel’s voice on the wind, asking something about patrols that he couldn’t quite make out, gave Mesec a definitive direction to look in.
The silver in his coat glowed softly - a not-quite-shadow as he approached the pair by the water, a limp in his gait. “Hello.” Twice the shyness, part for his cousin and part for the stranger, and suddenly with that word, the momentary burst of confident ambition deflated. What now? Shuffling the sand with a dark hoof he quickly explained what he was up to - or so he tried, at least. “I was asked to come find you two... help out with the patrol.” His uncertainty was plain in his voice - the pitch going up ever so slightly at the end as though it were a question. He had been told to come here but he wasn’t entirely sure he would be able to help out at all. What were they looking for here? Did they hear of the scuffle that had occurred? He had to admit that he wasn’t entirely sure what they were supposed to accomplish on a patrol but hopefully either Aithniel or the other knew.
He hadn’t known the other demigod was living in the Throat, though she had more cause than him to call that place home. Surely she’d understand his reasoning? But speaking of the other - silver eyes turned to the unicorn then, his uncertainty leaving him for the moment. The next words were not a hazy concept for him, thankfully. “My name’s Mesec.”
when I volunteered him to help with the patrol I didn't think about how he would have been in the WHATCH thread too xD whoops! But I think the timeline should still work out okay
EDIT: added some vague injuries I can expand on later because I just realized that'd be more realistic haha
I’m trying to find my direction home, ______________
A question of space, a matter of time, _______
I follow the stars until the first light.
"THERE'S A SHADOW JUST BEHIND ME SHROUDING EVERY STEP
I TAKE, MAKING EVERY PROMISE EMPTY,
POINTING EVERY FINGER AT ME."
The gentle flutter of wings causes colorful ears to flip backward, empty maroon eyes rising from the deep cuts in the sand to find a young woman dipping back to the earth. As she came closer, her body seemed to brace itself for the landing, but when she connected with the sand you couldn't help but shutter; a discolored cloud of dust swarmed the air before the soft, steady wind could carry it away. Seemingly used to this, the young girl bounced back up and a grin danced across her charcoal lips. Kids. we mumble, beady black eyes rolling in their sockets. Uninterested and bored, we faded into the back of your mind like shadows from the dying sun.
"You are on patrol, right?" The filly questions as she draws closer, the ashes dancing around her parted feet explaining the dark hue during her crash landing. Silently you nod as we open the file cabinets of faces and names.. this girl's face pops up, but there's no name to go along. You were never told who to patrol with, just to search the beach and return with any interesting information. "What exactly are we looking for?" Your right ear tucked backward, the left swiveled forward to listen to the girl. "I uhm.. I'm not sure. Anything that looks, wrong, I guess." your raspy voice stammers (as always) while you try to over-think and speak at the same time.
The demi-goddess moved toward the water, her mind momentarily away from what small conversation you two had just started, and another hybrid found his way back to the beach. His underbelly and sides glinted with a cool silver, the rest of his dark body highlighted with a rusty orange while the sun cast it's last rays of light over the hungry ocean. As he approached, you could hear the small mare speaking again from the waves, but lifeless eyes stay on the glimmering boy. “I was asked to come find you two... help out with the patrol.” Neither of the strangers smell unfamiliar, but their names fail to form on your tongue.
Ouija grunts in her sleep, the sudden noise in your head making your stomach tighten before you shift uncomfortably on all four flaky hooves. "I'm Mesec." You nod, eyes momentarily drifting back to the girl who's name you still don't know. "I'm Voodoo." Your voice is soft, but not uncomfortable.. you are in the company of herd mates after all. Distracted by the boy, you had completely missed the filly's question; secretly you are just glad that there's someone else here for her to talk to.
"So-" you pause, not quite sure why you are trying to strike up conversation in the first place - the girl seems to have more than enough to say already - "I wonder what happened here." Glossy, dead eyes drop to gesture to the beaten beach.
"Voodoo." 'Ouija.''Voices'
@[Aithniel]
Everyone clap for how slow I am and how god awful this response is.
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