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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.
[Continuing for @[Midas]! The girls can keep the other thread! ]
As Midas lips spoke of Sohalia and Meg, Gaucho could feel his pulse quicken and his blood run hot. He might have bellowed, might have demanded more information right on the spot had Ampere not placed herself firmly in the way of the trio continuing their conversation. At her approach, Gaucho felt as though he was splitting into three different forms: a lover, who wanted nothing more than to pin Ampere benath himself and to ravage her as he did that day on the Island. To feel and not have to remember the salty taste of her flesh and the rhythmic pulsing of their bodies in the grass ... yet in stark contrast, part of him wanted to boot her from the conversation, literally. To rise up and feel his hooves strike the side of her cheek, to smash bone if possible. He was healed now, at least physically. Even if his heart had not been mended from the wounds she had so deeply ingrained, his body had. He would fight her again if she would take him - he'd ignore his duties as Sultan if only to selfishly be near her again ... but then ... Sohalia. Her name dropped from Midas's lips, and Gaucho - the third Gaucho - wanted to push Ampere away. Wanted to shelter and hide her from the words his painted comrade was saying. If Sohalia was back, then everything truly was doomed for he and the Blue.
Sharply Gaucho cast a look at Ampere, both pleased and annoyed with her interest in Africa
"We go this way-" Gaucho beckoned, opening a fiery wing and pointing towards the Oasis of which Midas was well antiquated. "Then girls can talk>"
Midas account of what had happened match more or less with what Gaucho had known. Meg had told him that she had met with Africa, Rasta and Midas, but that her reception had been less than hospitable. According to his warrior, Rasta had been down right rude. She had mentioned that Midas might or might not have offered her a place to rest, but that she had already taken to the skies. A small smile crept onto his features as the pair walked away from the women-folk. He did love a feisty mare after all.
"Sohalia is found .." Gaucho began, his voice rough and demarcated by emotion. "Meg return a few days after leaving Falls. Gaucho leave next day with other Throat warriors. We find her just before Earth God appear with boat.." His voice trailed off succinctly. Of course Midas would know what he was talking about. Being ignorant of the Earth God and his boat-project was simply unthinkable.
Abruptly Gaucho halted. His stormy gaze fell upon his painted companion in earnest. A question lingered in his mind,and yet his faith was shaken. Midas had dissolved whatever trust and friendship had been between them, or at least it felt that way. Still, the Wildfire felt a kernel of trust that the golden-tipped would speak truthfully now. Perhaps that was a mistake. "Soh found .. but we look for another. Have Falls seen a dark mare with skull face? Gaucho fight her once ... Confutatus ? You see her?"
Gaucho the Wildfire
If this is to end in fire
then we should all burn together.
A cerulean mare came to us, her expression is a rich mirror of delightful excitement upon catching sight of Africa. (A sentiment my partner seemed less inclined to share.) As they conversed, Guacho motioned for us to move away -- continue our palaver in private. The suggestion was reasonable and I found no cause for argument... this skull nodded passively in agreement; though the acceptance didn't stop these gems from turning to Africa, the molten depth attempting to reassure us both that she'd manage. Fina huffs and shoots a hard glance to Silas; having already felt my anxiety though our connection, known my feelings toward yon flaming sunchild... she took off, spiraling on the moist sea breath over my granite hued mate.
"Thank ye," I whispered for those secret ears alone. Her answer a wordless scoff, but I felt the promise behind her actions and knew they (Silas and Fina) would see my swollen lover well taken care of. Neve chatters excitably and flutters to my spine while eyeing the other Zephyr with innocent interest that was slightly dimmed with disappointment. It didn't seem like Guacho's babe wanted a game.
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Shorter steps trace his lengthy stride. I listened eagerly as he answered my offer with plain confirmation that his pale lady had indeed returned... Ebony ears slip back a notch, an outward sign of my confusion; this wasn't a man who brimmed with joy upon witnessing the return of someone most loved. I pressed a smile regardless of inner musing, "It lifts my heart to hear she's home." Which was true; even if my happiness for her return seemed grand in comparison to his.
Before anything more can be said my company suddenly skids to a stop. These ivory feathers tighten their hold and Neve is jerked forward a step as I also plant my hooves into the sand and hold fast. The Sultan changes our subject into one of more formal regard; he asks about another missing figurehead, Confutatus. For a moment the name holds little meaning in the swirling material of my mind. Then suddenly the file comes forward and I remember; Africa had mended a woman with such marking and title, crown bobs ahead of my voice, "Aye," the strange mare with foul breath was long gone, "She appeared wounded upon my border, a healer saw her tended to and escorted back to the wilds many months ago." Brows narrow, interested, "Has she grieved ye?"
Whatever doubt Gaucho might have felt regarding the sincerity of Midas' comments about Sohalia were kept to himself. The paint had many so many poor choices, at least to Gaucho's mind, that his position regarding Soh seemed incompatible. That, or Midas had simply gone crazy. Regardless, this line of thinking was overshadowed by Midas next statement.
"Months?" Gaucho repeated. Part of him had hoped that he would find Confutatis within the borders of the Falls. Afterall, Midas had been the overseer of many crazy minds over the years, after the wraiths. The dun had assumed the Earth God had placed Midas within his lands so that they might both, along with the land itself, heal the minds of those who had been a part of the asylum. Gaucho remembered one mare in particular - Seele - who had seemed particularly nutty. Where she was now, Gaucho didn't know. All he knew was that he liked Ghost better, but even so, the tri-coloured tribrid didn't seem all there, either.
"Yes. Gaucho tell Throat not to trust or aid her. She attack and try to steal babies. She try to steal and then run away." His words true, though not necessarily about his own. Yet the Basin was his ally now, and he would treat them with the same fealty and protection he would treat any who walked upon his sands. "Even though Throat an island now, there are still ways for wingless to get in." Gaucho was no fool, he knew his family was not immune from the attacks of others simply by placing water all around their home. All he had done was force them to become more creative.
On that note, the dun fell silent. Part of him wondered what Midas thought of his improvements - he had told the paint earlier than he had plans for the Throat, although he couldn't recall if he had specifically said that this was to be the outcome. Yet he didn't ask. He was still far too skeptical of Midas to drop into idle conversation so easily.
Gaucho the Wildfire
If this is to end in fire
then we should all burn together.
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