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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.
(Please PM me first if you'd like to join this thread! Obviously Volterra/Nymeria/@[Confutatis] are welcome.)
Stealing, tracking, trapping. It wasn't really Gaucho's style. However Confutatis clearly had a pattern going. She had run from the first and only encounter the dun had had with her, and according to Ophelia had run from theirs as well. Given that the Worldeater was pregnant at the time he wasn't terribly surprised.
Still, he didn't want her getting away.
And so, for all of his fire and his bulk, he had followed. Perhaps she had noticed him, perhaps not. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were alone. Her mind games and foul words would not word on him, he was immune to such things. But moreso, the Wildfire was confident that he could make her submit to him via physical force alone. She could jabber all she wanted. She was coming back to the Throat one way or another. Ophelia had mentioned that the WorldEater had been a constant thorn in the Basin's hide. Given the friendship the Foresaken had extended to him on multiple occasions, he thought it fitting to return the favour. Although Ophelia said that she didn't necessarily need to have the dark mare wrapped and delivered to her doorstep, at least this way, locked on his island, she wouldn't be able to harass his northern allies.
Two dragons composed entirely of fire bled from his antlers. They raced in an arc through the sky, attempting to fly before Confutatis and her children. Galloping forwards from his position in the trees, the Wildfire aimed directly for the trio, halting about 10 feet away. His fire dragons hovered above the ground where they couldn't start any fires, but where the heat from their bodies would provide ample resistance should the children try to push through. As his large hooves skid to a halt he stomped one into the ground, shaking and rocking the earth. It was the rank magic he had always had, one that was usually more threatening and intimidating than actually damaging.
"Confutatis." He bellowed. In his antlers Mara slid forward, her black gaze eyeing the group as she hissed. Should Gaucho say the word, she would be more than happy to use her venom to make Confutatis more cooperative. Vorsa, who didn't understand any of what was happening, hovered by Gaucho's side. She happily trilled hello, until a hiss from Mara cut her off. "You cause no more trouble for Basin. You come with Gaucho. Now."
Fire blazed even brighter and higher on his wings than normal, as his stormy gaze bore into her.
You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down / Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground / We are the jack-o-lanterns in July / Setting fire to the sky
There was a certain amount of infidel stupidity to the citizens of Helovia, she had come to find; a sort of... intolerable idiocy that made her teeth slam together and crack beneath the weight of her pinching jaws. They always thought themselves righteous.. Always thought that they knew what they were doing -- that they were better, all because they were already successful in their endeavors.
It hadn't begun with her. It had begun with them (at least this recent bout of antics.) Thranduil had tried to steal her; she attacked him in return, as was fair. The Reaper cried folly; he took her armor and stripped her down to nothingness before her twins. And afterwards... afterwards they did not speak to her, they did not reconcile with her, but they ran. Of course she tried to take his son.
He took hers away.
He ruined them.
It was only fair she got a chance to do the same. Only fair that she could take his foal and twist him into a parody of himself, force him into submission and terror and returned him with his tail tucked between his legs, skulking, cowering, beneath the weight of her gaze. Monster, they would whisper to her; or perhaps, they would laugh at her, presume her cruelty for fear of taking on the father. They were wrong. It was simply a sweeter revenge to take the happiness from what they loved most.
Someone is following her.
Lips curl and caress back into a twitching snarl of frustration, a grotesque mask of her dismal absolution; why will they not leave her be?That is all she wants; to leave from Helovia, abandon all to their fucking happy endings. And yet, no doubt, here is another clamoring for a way to capture her, aiming to chain and lock her away from them all.
A protective paladin.
Tail flicks across her flanks and she sighs, nostrils flaring in a deep hyperbole of her exhaustion. ... come with Gaucho. Now. She does not bother to turn towards the face of her captor; she does not bother at all. Instead she stands, silent, tight-lipped, and tired.
All she wants is to be with Tyradon.
All she wants is for her family to rule.
All she wants is peace.
@[Gaucho] OOC: Sorry for not giving you much to respond to, Confu isn't in the mood. <33
03-31-2015, 01:38 PM (This post was last modified: 05-16-2015, 02:27 PM by Odd.)
Gaucho's fire dragon's roared; a sound like the crackling and burning of sap. Their bright bodies gleamed and radiated heat and light as they hovered, staring at the trio with their glowing eyes. Although the creations could not feel Gaucho's amusement, they seemed to mirror it, as their jaws opened and closed, sending drops of fire to harmless die out on the ground.
"Now." His voice was a rumble. It was not loud, but nor could it have been missed. He cared very little whether or not the masked mare would come willingly. He had more than enough in his arsenal to bring both she and her children to their knees. He would drag them back by the hair if that was what it took. He had all day, but no mind for these games.
"You harass our friends. Gaucho not care why. But it stops now. Either do this easy way, or hard way."
As his voice said the word hard, his dragons lowered, the gaze of each fixated upon Nymeria and Volterra. If the mare would allow her children to be scalded simply for her pride and arrogance, Gaucho's ears would be deaf to her cries if later she tried to say that it was his fault. The choice was now, and it was hers and hers alone. She would either come with him - without or without her children - or the three would be forcibly moved. Even the strongest of wills could not withstand the fire that flooded through his veins.
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