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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.
megaera</style> temper our souls with flame and furnace
bear us toward a noble purpose</style>
The massive god had spoken to Einarr, and Meg had thought to stand back until their conference was over. She had been calm, confident that her task was done, and merely waited for the black warrior to finish so they could make the trip back to the Throat. The mare had thought herself so removed from the situation that when the god announced his course, Meg had momentarily missed the fact that she had somehow been rolled up into this tale to a far greater degree than she could have expected. She had protested, but that initial conviction had been short lived when she had realized the possible consequences of her denial. Her acquiescence however, did not make this course of action any easier in her mind.
The God of Earth must be mentally deficient.
Surely anyone who knew Meg could see what a mistake this was. She was a soldier, a Warrior of the Sun, not a wetnurse! Surely there were others better suited, others who it would not harm the security of the herd to incapacitate… For how could she patrol, how could she fight, how could she protect her herd with a delicate child attached at her hip? She was a warrior, god damn it!
Meg didn’t linger in the veins longer that it took her initial shock to dissolve. When it did dissipate, a riot of emotions churned within the bay mare. She had latched onto the anger, the indignation, for that was by far the most comfortable for her. After the god had finished his work, Megaera had paused only long enough to glare at Einarr before pivoting on her heels and rocketing herself into the air and back towards the Throat. The movement, the action, should have made her feel better, but each pull of muscle and sinew made the changes on her body so much more apparent. The Earth God’s Magic had gripped her so suddenly, forcing her body through changes that should have taken months and condensing them into a few seconds. She ached, but the dull pain radiated from the inside rather than a bruise to the surface. And it all felt to foreign to her, so wrong… so terrifying.
She knew how to be angry but she didn’t know how to be afraid. She sped through the air, fuming and trying desperately to shove away the fears she didn’t understand. Dark eyes kept their focus on their destination, she did not look to see if Einarr followed, and part of her hoped that he didn’t. She would not, could not show herself to be afraid, especially not in front of one of the massive fighters she strove so hard to prove herself the equal of. As much as she liked the rest of her herdmates, it was only ever the warrior class that had won the greatest worth in her eyes. If she could not walk among them she had no wish to walk at all.
She crossed over the gap of ocean and over the dunes and came down upon the blistering sands at the edge of the oasis. Gwaihir was already waiting for her there having hopped and flitted away from his watcher the moment he had felt his bonded’s distress. “S…ss…scared?” She heard his voice in her own mind, solidifying for the first time into a word instead of a stream of disjointed feelings. From anyone else, Meg would have balked at the word, would have raged and yelled to hide that truth, but she felt no need to hide from the eaglet who was already wiser than his age allowed. Meg looked at him, perched on an overturned palm at the edge of the trees, and nodded slowly. Gaiwhir couldn’t fly yet, not really, but at her nod was able to flap clumsily enough to span the few feet and come to rest on her shoulders. With his steadying support, Meg made her way through the oasis to find Mordecai. The filly was with the healers, as Megaera had hoped, but when they came into view, the bay halted. She stood stoic, staring at the tiny little filly that was at the root of all this uproar, frozen by uncertainty.
How could they ask this of her?
What if she failed?
”Megaera's speech.” "Gwaihir's speech." Notes: Oh Meg <3 Anger’s keeping the panic at bay, prepare for it to be released in 3…2……. Tags: @[Einarr] @[Mordecai] (and @[Alija] if you want to pop in for the handover)
The tiny filly was safe under the care of the Throat healers. She was warm, she was fed, she was protected, but she was not comfortable. While Alija was nice she was not what Mordecai wanted. The little filly spent a majority of her time looking for the bay mare that had protected her and cleaned her. To her, Megaera was familiar. She was comfort. She kept herself at a distance from Alija, only going to the mare when her stomach protested its hunger. She would drink her fill then move away, her dark eyes lifted toward the sky as she searched and searched. It may have only been a few hours since the bay and her father had left to go to see some Gods, but to a filly that had no sense of time, it felt like much, much longer.
Her eyes were still lifted toward the sky, squinting against the brightness of the sun as she looked, when her stomach began to rumble. Hunger made her gaze fall and she looked toward the purple mare that had fed her first, still unwanting to go to her. She wanted Megaera. Mai. Mordecai turned and looked away from Alija, blinking as she saw Megaera standing. Where was her father? The tiny girl cast one more glance at Alija before her thin legs carried her away from the healer and toward Megaera. "Ma..." She muttered as she moved toward the bay. "Ma... Ma..."
Her delicate nose was thrust upward toward Megaera's as she reached the mare. The filly, however, had little patience and scarcely waited a second for the bay to return her greeting. She was moving, instinct and hunger, driving her to search out nourishment from the mare that felt most comfortable with even though her previous attempts had turned up nothing but a gentle push toward the purple mare and her milk. Mordecai's nose bumped against Megaera's side then under her belly as she searched for a source of milk. Unlike her previous attempts, this time she was met with a full supply of milk that had the filly nursing excitedly, her short white tail wiggling back and forth.
@[Megaera]
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MORDECAI
when the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
mountain cats will come along to drag away your bones
Heaving chest of the sea
Carry both of us
Carry her, carry me
Megaera flew off like a rocket into the sky, leaving Einarr in the presence of the Earth God. As their meeting fizzled to an end. Einarr waited until he felt it appropriate to leave the holy presence before taking to the sky. His face contorted in his confusion as he flew, wings beating hard with purpose towards the land he resided in and his daughter waited for him. In his confusion he guessed that Megaera's fiery eruption was a testament to her irritant mood at this new state she was in. It puzzled the stallion, however, because he was so used to an entire village, an entire family, and entire herd doing whatever was necessary to raise a child and meet their needs. The fact that Einarr was a great warrior that sired the girl should make Megaera want even more so to help the girl in any way possible, at least in the stallion's mind.
Sighing deeply, Einarr pushed the thoughts away as he continued to fly. Eventually the ocean turned to rolling sands, and familiar forms flickered at the oasis below. Descending, the stallion landed in a canter. His wings extended and he shook his feathers, dust kicking up at his heels. He was a glorious looking thing as he approached, sienna eyes watching as the child drank hungrily from Megaera's newly filled teet. Pride swelled in his chest and glittered in his eye. Approaching the filly, Einarr folded his wings and extended his neck, touching his nose to her hip and lipping her dark fur gently. He hummed under his breath, nothing but a rumble from his throat to comfort the girl and let her knew it was him. "Mordecai," Einarr breathed into her fur, her name slipping off his lips in the Helovian tongue with ease. Unlike other words, this did not come out choppy and hesitated. It was florid and smooth as it left his mouth and danced on her tulip ears. Lifting his head, Einarr looked to the bay warrioress. "Do not be angry,"
03-09-2015, 07:32 PM (This post was last modified: 03-10-2015, 08:58 AM by Megaera.)
megaera</style> temper our souls with flame and furnace
bear us toward a noble purpose</style>
Mordecai spotted Meg before the mare could summon the courage to move any closer and much to her surprise, came towards her. That didn’t make any sense. What child would pick the volatile Megaera over the kind Alija? The girl muttered as she moved and the repeated syllable solidified the fear that was quickly wresting away control. She can’t mean… That’s NOT what she means! She’s only trying to say Megaera. the mare told herself, trying to remember if her name had even been said around the girl. Legs twitched, as an urge to run flared but a sharp pain in her shoulder reminded her that she could not. Gwaihir could feel the turmoil in his Meg and, already the more levelheaded of the two, worked to keep her calm. The young eagle had gathered this gist of what had happened in the veins and of what Meg was now facing, and set himself up to help her carry through. He knew her heart, it was good and strong even if it now fluttered in panic she could never truly want to turn her back on someone that needed her as desperately as this child did. So he pinched with the sharp talons upon his feet and held Megaera there
Mordecai reached her and lifted her nose in greeting. Megaera was so unarmed by the gesture that she immediately reached out and pressed her scarred nose to the babe’s delicate one. How was she supposed to fight this? She was a warrior, trained to fight with hoof and tooth. She could stand alone against an army one thousand strong and fight to her last drop of blood, but what defense did she have against a baby that reached out for her?
Almost in a trance, she watched the filly move to her side. The tiny nose pressed small nudges along her side, and then found its mark. There was nothing that could have prepared Meg for the feeling of Mordecai nursing from her body. It was… it was…everything. Wave after heady wave of sensation crashed over the mare, giddiness, concern, satisfaction and trepidation in equal measure but above all was devotion. For long moments, all panic was held at bay while Meg simply marveled at the girl. The fuzzy coat that covered her in waves of inky black, her long ears and tiny wings, each was so delicate, so precious, the mare wanted to sigh over each in turn. The tuft of white tail, so funny with its little wiggle, but best of all was the whole. Everything that made up Mordecai was precious because Mordecai herself was, and with every passing second she was etching herself deeper into the warrior’s heart.
The sound of Einarr’s approach shattered the sweet little moment, opening the floodgates in her mind to all the uncertainty and agitation. She stiffened as he neared, all of the sudden so self-conscious of every flaw she had or imagined herself to have. He would see them now, surely. This whole situation was that bulky beast’s fault but she had no doubt he would object to the earth god's choice for the very reasons Meg herself had done. She was a warrior, not a mother. Einarr spoke and her dark eyes flicked up from the girl only to find him looking directly at her. She yanked her eyes away from them both, unable to meet either gaze and again Meg reached for fire to cloak herself with and hissed at him with a quiet growl in her throat.“It should have been someone else.”
Mordecai was unaware of Megaera's inner turmoil at the prospect of being a mother. The only thing that the filly knew was that Meg was back, which meant that her comfort was back. She lipped at Meg's nose when the mare returned her greeting, but it was short lived as she went in pursuit of food. It was always in the back of her mind, the desire to fill her belly until it felt like it would burst, but with Alija she refrained. The mare was feeding other foals besides Mordecai, which meant there was not as much to go around. She was left thin and fragile from her lack of appropriate nourishment, but still, the mare had kept her alive.
Her father was the second to arrive and as Mordecai and as his nose pressed against her thin side she stopped nursing and pulled her head from beneath Meg. Milk clung to her lips and she reached to touch her muzzle to her father's dark fur. "Ave." She said confidently. "Mai." Her head swiveled back to Meg and she looked up at the bay mare, her dark eyes glinting with her adoration. Mere seconds later she was nursing again, just as vigorously as before.
"It should have been someone else."
Don't be angry."
Dark ears twitched as she listened to the voices but failed to understand the meaning behind everything being said. It wasn't until her stomach was so full her sides were poking out that the filly finally stopped nursing. She stepped back from Meg, her mouth opening wide as she yawned. With her belly full she was ready for a nap so she moved around to Meg's other side where her shadow stretched across the sand and she lowered herself. She yawned again then stretched out, her dark eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep.
@[Megaera]
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MORDECAI
when the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
mountain cats will come along to drag away your bones
Heaving chest of the sea
Carry both of us
Carry her, carry me
Einarr watched Megaera, trying to pick up on her emotions. He was not the best stallion at reading this sort of thing--his people, Gaucho's people, they were direct with their words and stoic with their faces--he could not understand the churning emotions that propelled her wings and twisted her features. Einarr's stoic features hardened some as the warrioress shifted her eyes away, and Einarr lifted his head and grunted. "Megaera protect Mordecai." He stated simply, in a manner that simply dismissed her apprehension.
The delicate foal lifted her head to look at them and Einarr sidestepped some, turning his body to watch his princess. She was beautiful. Her foal coat was coal black and shiny, her little wings sprouting from her back--healed, he noticed--were delicately feathered and too-large already for her small body. She would be an able fighter he decided. At her words, however, the stallion gave a small snort and side-eyed Megaera, wondering if the small bay would know the meaning of what the filly had accepted her as and called her so. Mai meant mother, Ave meant father. His title was proper, fitting, and he knew that in his gut and in his heart. He would love this little girl forevermore, and she had no ability to run from his love. Did Megaera feel the same way? Did the calling of mother sit well in her heart as the little girl declared it?
Einarr hoped it would.
Foals deserved two able parents.
The black stallion shifted his weight again as the little flower moved to rest in Megaera's shadow, and his wings relaxed some at his sides. Einarr's brows knit together as he thought of his own mother. The mare was strong and able, a warrior that contested even the best of the stallions in his birth herd. Iza was (or had been, Einarr no longer knew the state of his birth herd since his arrival in Helovia) a force to be reckoned with. She was a beautiful mare with strength and dignity, a leader that rose well and gave good council. She was highly respected for being a combatant and a mother...could Megaera not see that there could be two sides to a coin?
03-20-2015, 06:33 PM (This post was last modified: 03-25-2015, 07:10 PM by Megaera.)
megaera</style> temper our souls with flame and furnace
bear us toward a noble purpose</style>
’Megaera protect Mordecai.’ The gruff grunt brought the mare’s dark eyes up to meet the hard, rust-colored stare. A calmer Meg might have realized that his words where not so much an order as a statement of fact, as if in the stallion’s mind there was no other course to take. Megaera was not calm now. With her insecurities already at the forefront of her mind she was on the defensive and heard clipped sentence as command, somehow implying that she wouldn’t do everything in her power to protect the child between them. Fury at the imagined insult blazed and was plain enough on her features as she glared at Einarr. Protecting was not the same as caring for and it was only the latter that she felt so unsuited to. She would have shot her mouth off in that instant had Mordecai not interrupted.
’Mai.’ In the instant she looked down, black eyes meeting black eyes, there was no anger to be found. Megaera had no power to stop herself from melting into the adoration on Mordecai’s face and return it with her own, even if a trace of trepidation still hid in the corners. Ave…Mai… the words were unfamiliar but she had a strong feeling she knew what they meant. As Mordecai turned to nurse again, Meg struggled with the word. Einarr had made no objection to the title and because of that Meg felt a little…. relieved? As hard as she tried to fight this change, as fearful as she was that she might fail, Megaera was awed to find that she wanted this. She wanted Mordecai.
Had the god’s magic done that too? Did it matter? The battlemare’s mind grasped at explanations, searching for reasons not to feel as she did. She stood, strangely quiet, watching the filly bed down in her shadow, and her mind landed only on how utterly foreign the concept of motherhood was. Megaera’s own had never shown any modicum of care. The harlot had abandoned her to the sneering resentment of the other mares in her father’s herd after only a few weeks and little Meg had never seen her again. She didn’t know what a good mother was. Alija came to mind, and Meg supposed her little-known herd sister was the best model she had, but the purple mare was patient, and kind and soft. Megaera thought herself none of those things.
Her head lifted to look at Einarr, and again the inexperienced mare reached for a guise of anger to mask herself. “How?!” the word was not quiet, but still harsh and demanding. “I am warrior, not a nanny! What if something threatened the Throat? How am I to FIGHT, to PROTECT her or the herd when I cannot drag a child into battle!” With every word her body tensed, egging herself on. She moved in a flash, finally doing as what fear always drove to and lashing out at the best thing she had to blame, Einarr. Her neck stretched and teeth aimed to snap at the side of his neck, not enough force to draw blood, but enough to hurt.