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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.
04-06-2015, 02:13 AM (This post was last modified: 04-09-2015, 12:02 AM by Blu.)
A M P E R E
As dawn broke, patrols were due to switch. Finishing up her's, she cast a static bird to summon her warriors at the oasis as she made her final round. There was much to discuss before the next set took off, and though it was difficult for all of them to be together at any one length in time, sometimes it was important.
Wings buffeted the sands into small flurries as she landed at the edge of the Throat's heart. Appraising those already gathered, she leaned over to take a sip while the rest settled in. Only when all her warriors had arrived did Ampere finally speak up, doing her best not to frown when Hector was not among them.
"Has anyone seen Hector?" she asked quietly, her thoughts turning with his absence. This patrol she was coming off was her second in a row, taking his place when he didn't show. "Most of you should know Cirrus by now, who has joined our ranks." Ampere nodded to the cloudy girl. "We can always use more though, so be alert, both in the herd and without, for able bodies."
"None have come for Gaucho, so our patrols will return to normal. Guard the bridge with greater fervor than the western rim where few could creep." They hadn't the horse power to maintain the rigorous patrols as they had been. She'd wear them all out if they kept it up, so it was best to return to two horses on patrol at once. Still, it was a lot of ground to cover.
"Tallsun leaves us once more," she commented casually, her nose pointed to the east where a slower sun crept forth into an Orangemoon day. Orangemoon she thought idly, wondering if there'd be a moon at all to guide it. For nights past only starlight lit the darkened heavens. "Orangemoon is due to reign, but the moon continues to walk among us." Ampere grimaced, more unsettled by how imbalanced the heavens were, and remained, than any singular damage the Moon herself would do with the mortals now. It was a worry of her's, among others, that she intended to speak to the Sun about with Maren, next time she called to their fires.
"With Tallsun's final days, what have you done and learned about survival, as we last discussed?"
Must post here: [Einarr] [Megaera] [Cirrus]
If you want to post here: [Astrasza] [Cathun] [Gaucho] [Tandavi]
Post order is a lie. Posts need not be pretty, just hashing out info and updates for our seasonal warrior's meeting :D
*****Please note this is pre-herd meeting! *****
GOT THE DREAMER'S DISEASE
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04-08-2015, 03:47 PM (This post was last modified: 04-08-2015, 07:36 PM by Cathun.)
C A T H U N
He was not a morning person. In fact, he was the kind who didn't seem to fully wake up until the sun stood high in the sky and who managed to remain awake and alert throughout the night, annoying anyone who tried to sleep. Morning patrols were the bane of his soul and it was with utmost reluctance that Cathun dragged himself off to the meeting place. He only increased the listless pace of his stride a fraction when he noticed the sizzling, crackling bird that summoned the warriors, yet despite dragging his feet he still managed to be first to arrive.
"'Mornin..." he mumbled, struggling to stifle a yawn as he squinted against the bright morning sun to regard the silhouette of the Gladiator. Compared to her fresh, spry, energetic figure he was a mess, bead-headed and bleary-eyed with none of the usual swagger to the stride, and the tail he usually held as high as a banner dragged limp and lack-luster across the red sand. It irked him slightly to someone so chipper when he was ready to head back to the Oasis and more sleep, but as Cathun wasn't addressed (not directly at least) he eventually settled in to watch the others arrive and listen to the talk of the veterans, doing his best to keep the yawns at bay and keep himself awake. Wouldn't do to snore in the ears of your commanders, right?
* * *
Once everyone seemed to have reported he'd had time to wake up a bit more. A question had been gnawing at him for a while, so as conversation momentarily dropped the colt perked up and took the chance to ask directly.
"Ma'am, about that bridge. Are we supposed to keep everyone out? How do I know who can come here and who can't? The relations between the herds were a mystery to him still. Oh, Cathun had heard bits and pieces from Amaris and stray bits of conversation from more senior herd members, but so far he just hadn't had time to ask anyone directly about how everything worked.
her fight and fury is fiery
oh but she loves
like sleep to the freezing
Megaera was already waiting at the warriors post for the changing of the guard, ready to set out on the morning patrol. Mordecai was growing fast and meg was confident that she would be just fine exploring the oasis on her own for a few hours. The filly was already rather independent, and Gwaihir would, as always keep a close eye on her while Meg could not. The mare was thankful her companion didn’t mind helping keep tabs on the girl. He eyes were helpful, and he seemed even more strict with the little princess than Meg and Einarr were, though Meg could feel that his disapproval of shenanigans sprung from affection for Mordecai.
When she saw Ampere approach, the bay warrior flashed a grin. “Good morning, Gladiator!” Joined by the blue and eventually the others, Megaera waited to hear what Ampere had in mind to discuss. The first order of business, put a worried crease in the mare’s brow. So distracted had she been by the task of raising Mordecai, that it ha not occurred to Meg that she had not seen Hector in several days. She shook her head in response and the Gladiator moved on, leaving that mystery to be solved later. The sky clad mare was introduced and Meg gave her a grin and a nod in greeting before speaking. “The ashen filly, Aithniel. She is young yet, but seems to have an instinct for combat. She’s keen for training and will be one to watch.”
Eventually, the conversation was steered to touch upon the topics Ampere had put forth at their last meeting. Meg remained silent then. In truth she had been focusing on the survival of the daughter she had been surprised with and hadn’t spared a moment for Ampere’s challenge. Black eyes glanced at Einarr. Survival was a topic he was much concerned with, and Meg wondered how he fared with the tasks the Earth God had set him. They didn’t talk much, and when they did, it seemed to alway focus on the daughter they shared. perhaps she’d have to carve out time to ask him when they were both off patrol.
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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"If you don't know someone, you stop them and you ask them."
The girl's blunt words rolled off her tongue in response to the grulla's query. It seemed like an obvious question to her, one that made her think he was a few screws short of a complete toolbox. She had nodded amiably enough when Ampere introduced her, settling into her position of warrior beneath the more-than worthy Gladiator with ease. The electric mare who had called them here was still something of a mystery to the belle - there was a tug, a pull, a familiarity Cirrus could not define about her, and before her attention had been pulled aside by Cathun's query, she had been peering curiously at the collection of feathers Ampere had gathered upon her nape.
"I sparred with Hector upon my return to the ranks, but I've seen naught of him since then," she answered quietly, solemnly, to Ampere's enquiry on his whereabouts. Her own posture went slightly stiff as she recalled the fight, the illusion he had constructed to torture and cripple her, the complete and utter devastation it had wrought upon her - it had lost her the spar, and maybe she was still a little bitter about it.
"Aithniel?" The cloud questioned Megaera's words, a hopeful smile upon her lips. "Aye, she'll be a fine warrior with guidance." Enthusiasm had lit her features as she remembered the fiery little filly she had met on the Steppe. So, the girl had joined the Throat? It seemed fitting - what better place to learn how to control one's flames than in the home of the Lord of Fire? Cirrus chuckled inwardly to herself, pleased by this development more than anything else. She would have to seek out the youth, soon, and test how well her flying was going.
With nothing much more to add, the girl resumed her quiet observation of the lot, flicking her tail and twitching her muscles every now and then, ever alert and ready for action.
[ better late than never right? >__> ]
Cirrus the WindDancer
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as changing as unforgiving as the wind, as bitter and chilling as the cold, as warm and deadly as the heat
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