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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.
09-19-2012, 12:45 PM (This post was last modified: 09-19-2012, 02:51 PM by Official.)
:: EQUINE CROSS COUNTRY RACE ::
The first round takes place in FROSTBREATH STEPPE, and will last 72 HOURS. Please be sure to note the description of the land, as follows:
A narrow land bridge connects the northern edge of the Deep Forest to the Frostbreath Steppe. To the right is the borderlands of the Foothills, meaning that this area is grassy, and filled with hidden treacherous rocks. The climate changes from rock to snow across the land bridge and into frozen, mountainous tundra.
Your character will be running from the Deep Forest and head NORTH across the land bridge into the Frosthbreath Steppe. Your character will make a big loop through the Steppe before heading SOUTH.
Here are some rules to note:
You may only post if you previously signed up to compete in the Cross Country Race.
You must post in every round to gain ground.
Failure to post in a round will result in a rank drop of 2 positions, unless you are on a valid absence.
The order of the second round will be determined by posting order of this first round!!
An RE will be posting a minimum of 2 times in each round, dealing out malevolent or benevolent effects to the person who posted prior. RE post order will be determined by a die roll to ensure fairness.
You may post sabotaging other characters, but this will not affect the official rankings.
HAVE FUN!
CURRENT RANKINGS
Query
Rishima
Lace
Torasin
Tor
Knox
Willow
Poppy
Kiara
Mad Mask
Aaron
Mirage
Bellatrix
Histe
Soleil
Tisco
.arborun lignea .. .mare. ..23 years. .. .16.3 hands.
Green eyes cast a glance down at Poppy as the pair bustle past the Heart. Together they wind their way safely beyond the edge, pausing more than once when drifting through the forest, like nymphs. "There is much to see here," Willow murmurs to none in particular, her pace a constant if a bit slow, walk. Her stride however is monumental and it helps her eat distance that her speed otherwise lacks.
"We can't linger too long," Willow speaks patiently to Poppy, growing more aware that the good-natured girl seemed a bit lacking in the head at times. Willow still enjoys her company however, even if she remains on edge, cautious of the magic the little coat-grower possesses. "I don't know about you Poppy, but I'll be lost if I don't keep an eye on someone's tail!" Willow's tone is cheerful, her features bright as she continues to smell for useful herbs, her eyes sharply scoping out the woods which she would later hope to wander through at a greater leisure.
All too soon they were leaving the dark woods behind them. The crunch of snow under hoof nearly set Willow's teeth to chatter, the sound alone enough. Hastily she withdraws her hoof, shaking the ice from it with a frown settling onto her lips. Willow hesitated to cross this chilly threshold, both she and her soul plant unfond of the snowy fields. "I don't like the cold, let's hurry!" Willow urges to Poppy, suddenly charging forward in a reckless way, her great tree swaying precariously on her back as she lopes in a lopsided, swerving way.
The dense foliage of the deep forest trailed behind the dappled blur as she sped through the terrain. The air was cooler here, not as arid as in the Heart. It felt good on her well used lungs. She had been randomly targeted with a bite from a strange mare in the last portion of the race, and the experience only left her seething. Rude little tramp! She spit insults inwardly at the bully. She hadn't been treated this badly in her old world, and was at a loss of how to rectify the act. Just win, Bella. The dove told herself, thinking of what her humans would have guided her to do.
Nasty pieces of stone laid like mines in the grasses, threatening to trip and maim even the steadiest steeds. Even with her years of racing experience, Bellatrix had to be extremely cautious to avoid the wretched things. She was used to desert, not grass or snow. Silently, she remained aware of the new terrain and it's differences. Hooves carried her from the veil of grasses into snow laden footing. Flecks of ivory flew up around her limbs, their cold a relief to her heated form. Mountains loomed ominously ahead. With the added determination of her earlier attack, the silver doe galloped on towards the Steppe.
It had been a wise decision to save his strength, he felt that more and more for each kilometer engulfed by the long legs. Fajira had gone silent a while ago, instead directing her energies towards propelling her lithe frame through the air. The crossing from the heat of the Heart into the cooler Meadow had been pleasant, but in return it brought trickier footing with thick grasses tangling and whipping around the legs. It had been tempting to stretch out then, gain ground and fly past the teasing shapes of equines that ran before him, leave them behind like he had the tobiano stallion...
But he had held back, and now he was glad for it. Lace felt winded and knew that sweat was darkening the gleaming coat into a dull gray, soon to begin foaming by the crevices of his legs and everywhere that the skin rubbed against itself. He had strength still, it would take longer time to wear him out to the point where he couldn't run anymore. Just, there was no time or effort to waste on anything.
The steady rhythm of hooves upon earth slowed down somewhat as the grullo and his dragon left the open grassland behind and made their way in beneath the scattered trees that marked the outskirts of the Foothills and the beginning of the icy realm of the north. Trees and hidden rocks forced him to be more careful about where he placed the feet. He didn't want to risk tripping, or falling or stumbling over rocks and holes, and so allowed the pace to slow enough that golden eyes could spot any threats that appeared ahead of him. On the suggestion of the little White by his side Lace also kept an eye on the two competitors ahead of him, noting where they slowed down to round objects. Maybe not so bad to not be first... we can overtake them later on he noted to Fajira, who warbled quietly and veered off to round a tree, only to return back to fly next to him. It was nice to be together like this. They were never separated for long and their bond was strong and consuming, but even so they rarely took to playing games with one another. This was a good chance, a nice break from boring routine of foraging and traveling; Lace almost hoped that something would happen to let it all continue endlessly, without them growing tired or breathless.
Slowly, steadily, the air grew colder as they progressed further towards the northern parts of the realm. Sure is a land of contrast they thought together, amused by the change from dry pulsating heat to a wintry realm that froze the breath and created small clouds around the nose for each steady breath.
It was good thing that he was running, Lace thought. Otherwise the cold that was fierce enough to allow snow to rest on the ground would have been enough to freeze the sweat upon his back, thus cooling the muscles and make him stiff, shivering. White silk flew in a chilly wind enhanced in strength by his own speed, and he found himself missing the warm thickness of his winter coat. Hooves sank through the thin crust of snow with crunching sounds that sent a metaphorical chill down the spine. Orangemoon had progressed, soon it would be winter and hunger and darkness would make life difficult. Soon he would have to scrape the white matter from the ground to find grass, smash the creeks open to get to the water that ran beneath layers of ice. The weight put on by long hours of grazing would wane, until ribs hinted beneath taut muscle and a hollow belly, bringing along illness and weakness... Soon it would be Frostfall once more.
Soon, but not yet. He was still running, and with him was Fajira. Surrounding them were countless other horses that ran because they loved to run, competed for the pleasure and for the glory awarded to the winner.
Excitement rushed through him like a hot wave, made him shiver and snort wildly between ground-covering steps that swiftly brought him away from the bridge that connected the winter realm with the rest of the world. The earth changed once more beneath black hooves, repetitive patterns bringing constant change. The ground froze, the chill grew stronger and Lace found that he could pick up the pace once more. No mo snow hindered his movements, no grass or treacherous roots hidden by foliage to twist his legs.
He grinned wildly and took deeper breaths of the sweet, cool freshness in the air, called forth more speed from the working muscles that swelled beneath steaming skin. He ran, rounding the frozen arches of the tundra with a sense of delight brought by the vastness of the area. Something about the barren landscape and the endless horizon appealed to him at the very core of his being; clear of shadows and trickery, vast, open, unyielding to the whims of winds and sun. This place was never changing, constant and eternal.
He was saddened to have to leave it behind, and made a note to return there sometime when time allowed. For now, the soldier allowed the dragon, his souls bonded and constant light, to guide his way back towards the south, across the snowy bridge and back into Helovia once more.
09-19-2012, 04:50 PM (This post was last modified: 09-24-2012, 08:11 PM by Tor.)
i am no warrior but that doesn't mean i don't have fire
Run. Run. Run. Tor's breath came in deep, even smooth gasps. The air was turning colder, but the tall mare loved the cold. The bittersweet tang of frost in her lungs, the exhalation of white clouds foaming in the air. Her hooves pounded the ground, her body twisted nimbly between the trees. The tobiano's agility had improved in her training regiment; she could now run more steady and smooth. Running smoother and swifter than ever, she reached the open tundra. Ice simply deflected off her golden hooves, with only a slight touch of snow slicking under her feet. It chilled her feet's frogs, but she didn't notice it too much. The gray sky seemed to hang low over her pearl white head, almost brushing her cheeks. The wind pelleted her delicate muzzle with tiny flakes of snow, flecking her gray coat. Her winter coat was coming in thick and toasty, and she felt only a light wind ruffling her coat. In fact, Tor felt most comfortable in this tundra. It was sweet and cold, reminding her of her old days. Plus, her coat blended smoothly into the surroundings. She squinted, half-closing her dark brown eyes. Still in fourth. Lace, Bellatrix, and one other- did she have a tree coming out of her shoulder?!- ran ahead. Not too far, hopefully. Maybe she could gain on them.
The draft cross sped up, muscles flexing under her rippling silver-and-white coat. If she did catch up though, she would not resort to silly tricks and cheating. She would simply try to outrun Lace. How she loved the sweet cold, kissing her skin. It brought back good childhood memories, and it made Tor run faster as she remembered the joy of her youth. A laugh escaped from her lips, and her warm brown eyes had an extra sparkle to them. Such incredible childlike joy wafted away from her.
It was a long loop through the Steppe here, taxing enough that Tor realized she must slow. Her pace became a little less exaggerated, a little more flat. Snow ghosts shimmered in her imagination- the flicker of wind created small figures dancing across the soft white blanks. Tor could almost imagine small foxes bursting from the ground, doves flitting up to the sky. An arctic fox, or something similar, trotted across the snow, small paws leaving tiny tracks in its wake. Cold clouds drifted from the tobiano's nostrils, and she sped up, following the little fox. It wandered slightly, and began to lope, before running full-out, barking cheerfully. Maybe I should request an arctic fox companion. Tor thought, amused. They were lovely, atttractive little critters. Smart, too. But Tor's kindly soul fretted to force another cold-loving creature out into the sun and the heat of the forests and where she often had to travel. It was simply mean. Well, unless they wanted to.
And Tor blanked out, tuning out her thoughts until she was running, the wind kissing her cheeks, the snow serenading her, the snow swirling in her mane and tail, and leaving only a trail of hoof-prints in her wake.
The young roan followed the rest, pressing her body to go faster and faster the farther they ran. She glanced back, grinning when she spotted Mirage's shadow brothers right behind her. Joyfully she dodged between trees, knowing them by heart from running here to much. Soon however she reached the land bridge heading to the Frostbreath Steppe. Her hooves dug in pushing her faster trying to gain a few places before they reached the more frozen ground. She snorted, thinking how silly it was for them to run north, only to turn back around and run south. However if this was the course the Gods wanted them to take, so be it. Her hooves did not have the best traction on the icy ground, but she managed to keep going only slowing down a tiny bit. Soon she was turning south again heading for the next place they were to run.
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Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Kiara at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
The painted knight pushed himself, snorting as the brothers passed him by. He had been trying to keep to the front, and suddenly found himself more to the back of the pak. No this would not do. Aaron watched his mentors carefully, moving as they did and suddenly found himself eating up the ground. They were headed north, to the land bridge that lead to the Frostbreath Steppe. Brown eyes were focused on those ahead, looking carefully for a way to pass maybe one or two of them. It seemed like it was not long at all before he was across the land bridge and onto the frozen ground. This was where his thicker coat would help, as he did not get cold as the other lighter racers might. The youngster lenghtened his strides, making his legs push him along even faster. He had to gain ground, and gain it fast. He was NOT going to finish last....
Somehow Query managed to be leading the pack...for a bit anyways, she wasn't sure if she'd hold her lead, especially with Rishima coming up behind her fairly quickly.
She wasn't used to having to run this much, and was starting to wear down a bit already. "Come on ol' girl, you can do this." She spoke aloud mostly to herself rather than anyone in general.
She continued running through the thick foliage that was the Deep Forest, which she did with little difficulty, and then the land started getting colder the further north she got, closer to the Frostbreath Steppe.
She decided that she had better slow herself down a bit to keep her stamina from running out. This whole running in snow thing was really new to her. Yeah, she had experienced snow and it's coldness before, so she wasn't really bothered by it, especially with all the running that she was doing. In fact, she kinda found it to be a bit of relief from the scorching heat that was Helovia's Heart.
She dared to take a glance back to see a few others not too far behind her. This was gonna be a really tough race for the white mare with the '?' mark on her face.
Vultures. They were persistent, sharp, feathery and utterly unwelcome at this time. Loud screeches emanate from the golden dragon, spurts of fire directed at the birds in attempts to deter them from their intent upon her bonded, and herself. Annoyance swelled up in Mirage, but she cooled her nerves, merely focussed her stride and weaved herself away from their grasps - though the beaks still stung at her sides when she did not move swiftly enough. A sharp kick was directed at them, not intending to strike, just to scare them away. She did not need such hassles in a race that was meant to test one's endurance and agility at the same time.
Golden eyes tracked the strong form of her brothers as they weaved their dance ahead of herself and some others, also tracking the path of Kiara and Aaron fondly. Affections will do you no good, focus! Akaith's direct voice sounded loudly within her cranium, it was a command the bonded was compelled to obey immediately.
With a renewed surge she found herself crossing the edge of the Thistle Meadow and Deep Forest, their path angling North. The mare was grateful to the wintry coat that slowly made her hide thicker - not to mention, ever since gaining the magic that allowed her to find her 'other' self, she had rarely felt 'cold', no matter the weather. The air grew frigid, the mare was sure to breath only through her nostrils as the nares would ensure warmed air made it to her lungs and did not send her bodice into cold shock. Olfactory receptors tingled in her nose as she absorbed the change in the lands by scent, barely allowing her eyes to focus on anything bar the track she ran.
The Frostbreath Steppe. It was a land she had performed a dance upon, a dance far more intense and longer lasting then their lengthy sprint around the great bowl of permafrost. Snow was whisked up by her hooves, and the hooves that ran previous to her, she did her best to avoid the parts that would turn into slippery slush, and soon become icy when it refroze. She checked her speed for this reason, though she longed to win, she had no desire to break a limb for her win. Accuracy was better than breakneck speed that could indeed, break one's neck.
Sweat dampened her hide, the trek was a long one, she was glad to have the company of so many familiar faces in the race with her, but for the most part she was grateful to Akaith. The dragon could see from her vantage point in the skies, any reflective bits of snow that indicated ice, and relayed that information to Mirage, so that the mare might avoid it more easily. With a warmed sense of comradery, the mare pushed onwards, her path eventually curving south, back to warmer parts, but no less treacherous, she was sure.
With an arrogant and expectant air the brothers easily raced ahead, taking their advantage where they could and not bothering to spare a glance for those they passed. They were assholes, there was no denying it, and in a race meant to test their grit and resolve, they would not waver from their goal. Were they heartless creatures? No, but in this task, they would behave as if they were.
Though their techniques differed slightly, they seemed to be progressing equally, covering ground at the same rate. They hardly noticed that they were probably helping each other out, so in tune to the other's motions they were that even subconsciously they supported the other's weaknesses and strengths as required.
The race ventured north, and the brothers pushed on, doing their best not to falter as the earth beneath them changed. They had not been upon these lands directly before, but from the higher parts of their home, the Foothills, they had made many an observation, and felt many a chilly wind come breezing through the mountains to cool their home down.
Their hides were thick, living in the northern lands had promoted early growth of winter coats, and the draft heritage their blood contained gave them some defence against the cold that was coming. Broad plates devoured the land, snow lashed at their hides as it was kicked up by both steeds, whose dark hides contrasted greatly with the pale substance. They did not have a companion in the skies to aid them, but they did have each other.
Snorts produced pale clouds of frosty breath to be suspended before their massive frames with each stride, until with each subsequent stride the broad chests of the stallions would crash through the clouds and disintegrate them. They galloped onwards, pushing past whomever they could, barely watching their footing on the permafrost below. Eventually they looped around so that their noses were pointed South, a warmer wind rustled their manes confirming this.
09-21-2012, 04:58 PM (This post was last modified: 09-21-2012, 04:59 PM by Torasin.)
"UNGH!
The ground was unforgiving as Torasin toppled over. He was awarded a mouth full of grass and a loss of position as a grey stallion commented on the event before passing him. Torasin gritted his teeth and thanked the Gods that the Sir who had passed him was of kind heart. Quickly, the paint stumbled back to his feet to a fanfare of sharp chirping as Kiba seemed to be finding the fall highly amusing. The gentleman snorted in slight annoyance and bolted off again, grumbling under his breath at his own stupidity. Only he could fall over at the start.
Hooves pounded against the earth as he soon regained some momentum, racing North through the deep forest. Torasin glanced around him nervously, he never did like this forest and it was easy to launch a surprise attack from within it's depths. His brown bonded trilled in warning, it seemed there were rocks hidden amongst the grassland that bordered the Foothills. Tor gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes to the ground, snorting loudly in extreme concentration. The ground didn't appear to be getting any easier and the steed made an anxious look up. A sharp intake of breath followed as he approached the land bridge for the first time, it's narrow appearance taking him by surprise. He quickly changed his stride and moved into a swift canter to negotiate the bridge safely, Kiba trilling above him. Shouting encouragement. He winced here and there when his hooves caught a rock wrong, and shortened his stride further as not to loose his balance. The ground became more even and the bridge was crossed, his hind powered forwards. Torasin's stride became greater and longer as he swapped from canter to gallop.
Swiftly, the terrain changed to snow and the cold wind whipped up his creamy mane, sending shivers across his patched pelt. Once more he found his stride shortening a little, the frozen mountain tundra harder to run on than firm grassland and forests. The paint glided across the white surface and followed the way of the Steppe, taking a loop round. So far, this had to be the part of the race Torasin was least enjoying. Falling flat on his face aside, serious injuries could be caused by going too fast on such a surface.
Torasin chopped and changed his stride again, turning his attention southwards after finishing his loop.
With the help of your dragon you are able to stay away from slick ice and deep drifts. You advance past one individual.
The twin brothers Madyrn and Maskan may have two sets of eyes on their competition, but the land is unforgiving. Both brothers plow headfirst into a snow drift and flounder. By the time you are able to escape two individuals have passed you.
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