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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.
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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.
Electricity thrummed through her body like a live current, awaiting release through battle and blood, magic and mayhem. She was at the pinnacle of the fight, the spearhead that would drive its way into the heart of their foes. Finally she had been able to create the perfect plan, the final piece on a game board that would leave the rest of the world in checkmate. Hotaru was a queen with no crown, a puppet master as well as a beautiful doll to be used as an iconic face. Beastial beauty resided in her genes, and she utilized every corner and crevice that came along with those internal designs to get here where she stood in that moment. Oxy ahead of them, foolish in his naïveté and drugged trust, her deadly Lady invisible just behind his stumbling form. Oh of course her boy was there too, but she could deal with Thranduil raining on her parade if it meant she was awarded the lion's share for all her efforts.
Without Alice she felt admittedly bereft, but she'd not risk her princess for the sake of blood and glory. Not yet. One day they would charge into battle with blood on their teeth and venomous tears on their faces, but that day was not the one dying on the horizon.
Newly clad hooves were odd but quiet on the grassy terrain, spikes glinting in the dying light with wicked malice that reflected in Hotaru's grin. This was the empire she deserved. It mattered little that the Edge denizens wanted the land, Hotaru would bring about a sister herd, a debt, and an act of revenge a at once. She'd played her cards so well she almost shocked herself.
Still, a part of her sang in old resounding echo, a tiny filly still lost to the void inside herself. The ghost of her innocence recalled the Foothills, the brief childhood she'd been awarded in those lands. She stood on the precipice of the lands her mother and Lady had once ruled, and she felt her heart give a stutter. Dual eyes turned to her Lady, a pang in her soul, wondering if she would someday have the power to cut from herself those useless ties of love and nostalgia. Gazing upon her Queen draped in raining blood, she swore that she would ruin the battlefield as surely as she did the defenses of their enemies with her stealth. Hotaru would be as worthy of the awe she herself felt for Ophelia, and she would start on the battlefield right in that moment.
As the cry rang out and they charged through the entrance, all pretenses of stealth broken by the sounds that echoed above the water, energy arose within her petite frame. Eyes blazed with a fury, for the stupidly foolish Oxy, for Midas and Essetia and all the fools that had attempted to crush her beneath their heels. She would fight, she would destroy. She would show her daughters that the only way to gain respect was to take it and force it, grip life betwixt their teeth and crush it into submission. Hotaru's shod hooves dances across the greenery in the half-light, the water like blood as it reflected the last helpful rays of the Sun, lighting her way to a path of real blood that would fall like rain across the earth and quench its archaic desires for war and territorial desires.
They parted, the rosy impersonator flying across the earth, a streaking arc of feminist glory and crusader intentions. Her cutlass gleamed in the sickly beams, eyes alight with hellfire and bloodlust. Hotaru let herself free, felt her father's blood pound in her veins, manic and psychotic. This was her land. It had been hers first, and it would be again.
A flash of unfamiliar hide caught her eye, a hawk twisting midair in pursuit of a smaller bird that would become its prey. She changed course to chase, and before her electricity began to grown and collect into a massive ball. With a forceful push of her mind she sent it coursing towards her opponent, letting it explode as near to them as she could manage. It went off with a BOOM, nearly deafening, and Hotaru hoped it was close enough to singe and burn her chosen foe. A maniacal grin creased over her teeth, a wicked witch with a dagger beneath her elegant robes. Her land had called her home, and she would give her apology to it in the form of siege. The only homecoming befitting the young empress.
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- Enters through the secret entrance guided by OXY and OPHELIA, sun setting in the west
- Wearing her spiked boots and armor, which is NOT fully out currently
- Separates from the group and finds nearest opponent
- Uses her magic:
:: [Magic: DarkxShock | Ability to create ball lightning from the size of a gumball to a softball.]
:: [Restrictions | Unable to control the ball once released, able to be harmed by her own magic. The influence of the lightning extends to 10m from her body]
Violet eyes soaked in the view before her, an oasis before the eyes of a man lost stumbling in the desert for days. It seemed seasons ago she'd stood in the Fields gazing across it, Archibald at her side. Finally she had returned, and though it had changed, had adapted into something she didn't recognize, it was still Lakota's home nonetheless. And she was there to take it back.
Though she was Grey no longer by title, she always would be in her heart. Lakota hadn't found her niche in the Edge, hadn't found peace or titles to fit her. She'd been erased, left behind in the shadows of her mate and her brother. To be standing on the precipice of change, a chance to make things right, was almost all consuming. She trusted Archibald, to lead her into the field safely and with a good head on his shoulders. It made her nervous to know Ktulu was lost to her in the Basin, further lost in a grief Lakota was helpless to fix. Would she be fighting? Would anyone tell Ktulu they intended to invade? Her stomach was in knots, making her dance and shuffle restlessly in place. The new metal upon her brow felt weird no matter how she tried to get used to it, but she was thankful for it nonetheless. It had been quite some time since her last battle, longer still since her last invasion.
A quiet glance over the horizon and she felt her heart race with excitement, a sudden pulsing thud thick in her chest and throat. This could be where she raised her children. The only home she'd ever truly wanted before. She could raise them safe, far from the reaches of the Moon and her unwanted patronage. She who had taken from Lakota her best friend, had shattered her brother into pieces that Lakota could not heal. She'd had to watch as her family fell apart, just as useless as ever. No matter how hard or how diligently she loved them, she could not fix the damage the Goddess had done to their souls. Perhaps this was the first step. Maybe she could help them here.
Except...her hide began to crawl with a sudden plummet of nervousness as she recalled immediately who lay within those jungled borders. A soft whimper caught and died in her throat at the mere notion of facing her big brother on the battlefield. She felt horrifically sick in that moment, jelly knees and terrified. How could she face him? Fight him? Would he fight against her, for the meager home he'd built with his blind mate? Would he understand their reasons behind the invasion?
Before she could stop and think about it, even attempt to work through it, Archibald gave the thunderous call and the earth shook with its passing. Lakota lurched unsteadily into action, fear that had nothing to do with war or death clenching in her belly. The Poisoner had no reason to fear those. But disappointing her fratello? Having to hurt him, really aim to injure, to win? Lakota would rather commit treason or run like a coward than do so. Aodaun nudged into her mind, distracting her from where she was mechanically running across the greenery into the half-dark. His distraction gave her clarity, and she began actively searching for a target.
Kota! The Poisoner stumbled on the thick, unfamiliar foliage, mere dark shapes in the light as Aodaun shot her the alarm. Turning she caught sight of the nearest defender, a faceless foe to turn her fury and desires upon. Nobody would keep her paradise from her, the home of her children and the only place she'd ever loved. With a battle cry that rang in their throats as a combined sound, Lakota and Aodaun sprang for KIARA with claws and hooves outstretched. Lakota ducked her head at the last minute, the horn still unfamiliarly weighted on her brow, intending to scrape into KIARA'S left ribs. Aodaun moved at her side, claws aiming for the lower left foreleg of their chosen prey. Together they descended, a love too strong for their beating hearts driving them onwards with an outlet finally found.
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- Approaches from left wing guided by THOR
- Is wearing HORNED FACEPLATE
- Is shaken into movement by ARCHIBALD's magic
- Trips over dark foliage, runs across KIARA, aims to rush her left side with horn lowered towards left ribs, Aodaun aims to scratch down Kiara's left foreleg
Sometimes Murdock wondered how many times he would have to march into battle alongside allies fighting for whatever just cause was chosen. He did not tire of war, he had been trained for it after all, but the naïve part of his mind couldn’t help but wonder how many conflicts could arise between the factions of his homeland. He hoped, as he walked alongside the other warriors of the Edge, that this quarrel would end with little bloodshed, that it would not go on for many phases of the moon as so many others had.
There was something peacefully familiar about the silence in the air and the foreboding shadows that followed them as they marched away from the retreating sun, heading southbound across hills and fields until they reached the edge of the lands he had once called home. All that remained of this place in his heart were the memories he had made upon the lush green lands. Friendships had been forged and other ties had been severed, but he no longer felt any attachment to the meadows nor the forests and streams. He was confident with his new herdmates at his side as they stood waiting at the threshold of the Fall’s territory, waiting for the signal to rush headlong into the fire.
Archibald burst forth from the head of their assembly, racing across the grassy field that lay between them and the opposition. Others followed in his wake, darting toward their chosen targets and launching themselves into the fray of battle and chaos. Murdock hesitated for only a moment, his gaze scanning the sun-washed field and the soldiers that fought at its center. This place had once been home to him. This was not the first time he had marched to these green and fertile lands waving the flag of war. However, it was different now. The Foothills were now the Falls and the family he had had here was no longer present. He would find no familiar faces in the enemy’s ranks, nor any mercy, and so he would give them none in return.
Spreading his wings, he broke away from his position at the right wing, charging toward the sounds of battle until his speed permitted him to lift from the soft earth. He rose up into the sunlit sky, no higher than the treetops, gliding down toward his allies and the defendants of the Falls. A stocky, soot-stained stallion was his chosen target, mainly because of his lack of agility and the absence of wings upon his back. He would likely be stronger than Murdock, but chances were he would be no swifter.
The Protector settled into the tall grass several feet from the shorter unicorn, keeping his momentum up as he approached ROSTISLAV’S right side. A slender unicorn mare was on the other side of the stallion, slicing at him with her jagged horn and hopefully distracting the brute from Murdock’s approach. He darted toward ROSTISLAV’S right shoulder, digging his front hooves into the soft earth as he reached out with teeth bared in an attempt to bite the tender flesh by the unicorn’s elbow at the lower part of his ribs. Then, before the twisted black horns had a chance to swing in his direction, Murdock was dashing away again, acquiring some space to set himself up for his next move.
"talk talk talk talk "
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Approaches from right wing with KAJ
Charges toward ROSTISLAV, reaches out to bite the flesh by his right elbow at his lower rib cage.
Time and again, Alleo had prayed to Laima for some sort of sign to point him in the right direction because he felt as if his life were wasting away. Day after day, patrol after patrol he felt as if he were losing himself. He was not some mindless drone to be instructed to complete some mindless task and, yet, he was. So as he stood watching as the Edge leaders returned with Midas he found himself praying again, asking Laima for some sign to tell him that it was okay to leave the Falls and go to his sister. His prayer was answered in the form of the ground shaking, followed shortly after by an attack from ARCHIBALD and KAHLUA. An invasion? She'd answered him with an invasion? Why? Chaos ensued and Alleo stood still as stone, looking at the fighters as the seemed to come from every direction. "LAKOTA!" He shouted for his sister, automatically assuming that she would be there. She was a strong fighter physically, mentally, and in her heart. There was no way that she would miss a battle so she had to be there and the protective instinct that he still held for her drove him into the fray to find her.
"LAKOTA!" Again, he shouted for her as he maneuvered through the invaders. There was no point in him trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible. He was tall, he was muscular, he was a warrior and he would be a target. The only thing he could do was find Lakota as quickly as possible and take his place by her side once more because he could not fight against his sister. No. On the day she was born he had promised himself and her that he would protect her until his dying breath. It made no matter to him if she attacked his home. She was his blood and he was hers. They would stand side by side on the battlefield, their blood would intermingle and paint a portrait of their devotion.
If they fell they would fall together.
A mare laden in heavy armor targeted him and his ears fell back against his head. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!" He roared at the mare. He jerked his head back as she aimed her front hooves at his face. Luckily, for him, he had seen it coming and had jerked his head back far enough that only the tip of a hoof scraped across his cheek. He did not have the time to for some petty fight with a mare who mattered little to him. He snapped his teeth at her, a warning, before he tried to shove past. The stallions mismatched eyes were wide as he searched the battlefield and when he finally saw her he almost didn't recognize her. Were it not for the orange beads in Lakota's mane he would have thought she was another unicorn targeting their medic.
"Lakota." He breathed as he galloped toward her. There were no more prayers to be prayed to his goddess, she had already answered him by thrusting him into a battle that would force him to make a choice. And he had. As Alleo joined with LAKOTA he turned toward the medic, KIARA and aimed to bite at her neck and try to hold her in place for LAKOTA'S attack.
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WC: 562
Alleo stood watching ARCHIBALD, KAHLUA, and MIDAS until the attack began. Once the battle started he started looking for LAKOTA. He is targeted by SIALIA and he manages to stop in time so the tip of her hoof scrapes across his cheek. He then finds LAKOTA and joins her in attacking KIARA.
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