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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.
03-08-2015, 06:19 PM (This post was last modified: 03-09-2015, 10:00 AM by Odd.)
[For @[Hertz] .]
Gaucho quenched his thirst at the Oasis. Things were finally starting to get back on track. The dun was no longer possessed by the Moon Goddess, the Throat had completed their tasks and demolished the land-bridge, keys had been made, and Sohalia had returned home. His relationship with the Basin was stronger than ever, which, had he contemplated that thought a year ago, he would have thought impossible. The Sun God had even seen fit to raise him to ascended status.
The only shadow in his mind was Ampere, his dark cloud. Every now and then lightning struck the base of his neck, usually when she passed by during a patrol, or the two met eyes during a meeting. In those moments he was filled with the intense freeze of her electric gaze, and the world would stop. But it would always begin again, and things would remain the same. He had promised that they would remain the same.
Gaucho snorted, splashing the water with his dark nose before raising his gaze to the skies. The Sultan let his flaming wings droop from his flanks. Under the Tallsun heat it was foolish to expend energy when it wasn't necessary, or to hold in heat. His blackened feathers graced the sands, revealing sweaty flanks. Although Gaucho had lived in the desert all his life - first in his homeland and now in the Throat - this year was especially brutal. Without the Moon Goddess to cool off the nights, the temperatures had risen to levels he had almost never experienced before. It was why he was standing by the Oasis now.
Grunting, he stepped into the water, up to his belly. It was odd to see the fire on his wings burn even when underwater. Mara had slithered onto the sands, and was happy inching herself into the water. Vorsa, whose body would explode into flame a handful of times a day, was content building sandcastles. The little phoenix didn't mind the heat at all.
The most current events of Helovia were not even a blip on my innocent mind, for now the most important things in my life were how far I could run and when I would finally learn how to use the feathered appendages that sprouted from my shoulder blades and seemed to grow a little bit each day. Da seemed to busy with whatever it was that he was doing for the herd and Ma, well, Ma didn't have wings instead she had these weird bones sprouting from her head that neither Aakesh nor I had. Navy rimmed ears flicked about aimlessly on top of my lightening struck features while dark dipped limbs carried my small frame easily across the hot sands.
Today my adventures would lead me to the Oasis, a quick swim would surely cool me off from the rising temperatures then I could continue on with my daily dose of trouble making. If I didn't get into something daily, did I live at all? A smirk crept across my features as I drew nearer to the cool, pool of water in which the herd seemed to linger around on days as hot as today. But for some reason it was nearly empty, a few strange faces hung towards the most southern end of the crystalline pool leaving just myself and a dun with flaming feathers (and his two companions) on the northern end. A snort blasted through dark paper thins as baby blues widened when the winged form came into full focus, the marks upon his chest and the pale snake slithering through the scorching sands. This was the Wildfire a stallion that for a little while I had thought was merely a myth.
A wonderful fighter and the great Sultan of our homelands. If I had paid more attention at the herd meeting I probably would have gotten a glance at the tall, strong dun before today. But I hadn't a headache and exhaustion had taken over my attention that day and temper tantrums had been too close to the surface to socialize with anyone other than Ma. Even she was questionable. Flicking my slowly growing tail against my hips that were a slightly brighter shade of blue than my navy limbs, I decided to make my way closer to the god-like stallion while I tried to remind myself to breathe. I slunk closer to the sandy banks of the Oasis where the Wildfire now stood, half submerged in the cool liquid, his wings still burning as hot as the sun beating down on our bodies. "How are your wings on fire?" My childish voice slipped out, ruining the near silence of our setting, as baby blues tore themselves away from the Sultan to look at the two creatures that I assumed were bonded to the dun himself. Ma had told me it was rude to stare, and if I had continued looking at Gaucho surely he would believe me to be rude and not worth his attention.
"Speech." Tag | @[Gaucho] Words | 508 Notes | e.e sorry this took me so long
Gaucho had heard the child on the sands behind him, but before he spoke, the dun payed him no mind. Many would come and go - especially in this heat the Oasis was a place that was rarely vacant. Seasons past, Rasta had told him that he ought to socialize with his herd more. He had tried to take her upon that, but on days such as this, when the sun was at its highest and the heat nearly unbearable, the idea of idle chatter was distant and unimportant. He would speak with those should they need him. But if not? Well, he would let them go about their days in peace.
As Hertz strolled closer, Vorsa trilled a hello. The Phoenix was far more sociable than either Gaucho or Mara were. Her brilliantly red wings patted some sand together, as she made a sandcastle (which looked far more like a mountain of sand, than a castle). She didn't seem to notice.
As Hertz spoke, Gaucho turned his antlered crown to regard the boy. He had seen the child around - but only vaguely. Now that he was closer, the dun inspected him more closely. He had a good build, hardy looking but with some size. Gaucho had looked like that when he was younger, although he had less heft to him. The dun's stoic blue stare traced the markings on the colt's neck - so similar to Ampere's and yet ... looked...like.....fire. Skeptically, Gaucho narrowed has gaze, considering how similar in build this colt was to Zero, the child who was very probably his own, as well as the sheen of his coat. No one else in the herd would throw a colt in this shade of blue other than Ampere ... While the sire's coat colour might not have been dominant, no one else possessed a fiery appearance quite like Gaucho did. Both Ivezho and Rhoa burned with their own branding of flames. Where did this colt get his?
"Long time ago Sun God give Gaucho flames that would always burn." He answered, his voice resonant and deep. "Sun God also give Gaucho other kinds of magic - he give Gaucho markings on antlers, and Mara and Vorsa too. Sun God good." It was important to the dun to instill a fealty to their God upon the minds of the very young. Over the years, Gaucho had learned that the best way to entice the youth of his lands, was with the promise of reward for service and dedication. Gaucho had received all that he had because he had served the Sun God. Such rewards were available to all, should they dedicate themselves to the fiery being.
I wasn't sure if the Wildfire was going to pay me any attention as I strode closer, the only greeting received was by the flame bird playing in the sand. A soft trill filling the air along with the humming of the insects reached out gently towards my eardrums as a soft smile flashed across navy features that bobbed in greeting to the friendly bird. Maybe if the companion was kind so would the bonded be? Or was it the opposite and a kind companion would be bonded to the exact opposite because opposites attracted? A strange feeling welled up in my barrel as my dark striped limbs stopped their forward motion and baby blues took in the massive stallion in the water before me. Was this that butterfly feeling that girls talked about? Whatever it was, I didn't like it. I almost felt as if I was going to hurl all over the hot sand between the god-like stallion and myself...if my species could throw up that was.
Swallowing hard, I spoke up and asked Gaucho about the fire that sprouted from his massive wings. Wings that had seen hundreds and hundreds of miles of travel, while mine had not yet been used to achieve lift off because the downy feathers were only just starting to change over into flight feathers, leaving me with a funny appearance of being a million different colors as the paler feathers fell off to reveal the darker ones growing beneath them. Short navy hairs stood up all over my body as the dun's eyes moved across my body, taking in every little detail with the skill only the best of the best would have. Surely he noticed everything by just looking over me, could he see the electric magic that raged through my veins simply waiting for a storm to roll over the ocean? Could he see something that I couldn't see? Or was I merely overreacting in awe of being in the presence of an ascended Helovian, who just also happened to be our Sultan. "Long time ago Sun God give Gaucho flames that would always burn. Sun God also give Gaucho other kinds of magic - he give Gaucho markings on antlers, and Mara and Vorsa too. Sun God good." Navy harks moved to the front and remained there the whole time the dun was speaking in fear of missing anything important the stallion might say. It seemed everything good the stallion had was given to him for his faith in the Sun God, the god who watched over the Throat with a gaze more protective than any father's. I made a quick mental note to make sure I remembered to say my prayers each night and do all I could to serve the Sun God righteously so I could one day be as great and wonderful as the strong stallion before me. Shifting my weight from one side to the other carefully I pulled my baby blues away from the dun momentarily to look at the small flame bird and the ghostly snake a soft smile tugging at the corners of my navy kissers before attention turned back to the Wildfire. "The Sun God is good." My bolted skull bobbed up and down in agreement as the stallion's deep voice filled the oasis once again. "What your name?" For a moment, I couldn't remember my name. My skull shook and growing wings tucked in closer to my sides before vocal chords finally decided to remember how to work. "I am Hertz, son of Bucephalus and Alija." Da was someone important in the herd, that I knew because he was always too busy off working to play with Aakesh and me and whenever he was not working he was doing other things like crafting and general things. All of which seemed much more important than spending time with my twin and I.
"Speech." Tag;; @[Gaucho] Words;; 653 Notes;; Sorry I took so long!! Didn't realize you had replied -hides-
As the boy recited his fealty to the Sun God, Gaucho smiled. The dun never thought of his preaching of their fiery deity as indoctrination ... no, far from it. He of course wanted each member of his herd to come to the truth in their own way, and their own time, it just seemed to him with such an obvious truth - as with the reverence they ought to feel towards the Sun God - that they would all simply know it immediately. Gaucho bobbed his head in agreement.
Bucephalus and Alija.
The pride that had spread across Gaucho's face quickly fell away. Alija certainly had an odd enough colour-scheme that she might throw a colt with markings as fanciful as the one before him ... and Bucephalus certainly had been around a time or two but... "Hertz born in Birdsong?" He inquired, eyeing the boy and estimating his age. He doubted that he was off - the boy had Birdsong written all over him. Born in the healthiest of seasons, with two now under his belt. Given that his flight feathers weren't all the way in yet, Gaucho very much doubted that he could have been born in Frostfall.
But if that was the case ... Alija could not be his mother. He recalled stumbling upon Alija and a growing crowd - of Sikeax and Bucephalus - when the brightly coloured healer gave birth to Aakesh. Her first child, at least to his knowledge. Bucephalus turned out to have sired that foal as well. But given the timeline, and if he was correct about Hertz's age, there could be no question: the foal couldn't have come from Alija.
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