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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.
03-29-2015, 05:21 AM (This post was last modified: 03-30-2015, 10:33 PM by Rei.)
Rei
I hum a song clumsily. I am no singer and I am no hummer either. It is safe to say that I am no musical genius. But life is a song. During my time in Helovia I have learned more of it's movements than what I have ever before. Some have been familiar but new all at once. Others have been foreign and new. Those new ones cause my heart to miss a beat as it learns the new rhythm. Many search for grand purpose in life, I am one of them, but sometimes I believe that our reason for being here is to learn life's song.
I remember meeting a band of pegasi as a yearling. Many thought them to be strange, perhaps they were; but I thought them to be wonderful! Oh how I wished to be one of them. Rather than having a spoken name each one had a song. Around their necks they wore collars with boxes in them that played their name song. Their name song was meant to guide them in life, to remind them of who they were and to represent that we are all a part of life's song; every life adds something. In their names and tails the pegasi had music boxes woven in. Each of their boxes represented a feeling or a life event. The one associated with the memory would be the first to have the honor of braiding the new musical box in. Everywhere that the band went music followed.
I had forgotten about the group until a few days ago whenever I had met the God of the Sun again. In his illusion I had seen my life in Helovia play out and strange enough with the memories came the song that I hum. Maybe it is what would have been my song name. I grin at the thought.
While humming away I look about for the Throat's Crafter. I hope to have him make some things for me. I grasp at straws trying to think of a payment to offer him. I hope that I am not too forward in asking him to make things for me. I am sure the crafters have been busy with the recent crafting for the Throat. Perhaps instead of asking him to make things for me I should be offering him help. I waver a briefly but my desire for the music boxes wins out. I Will make it up to the crafter somehow.
For Rei I would love a Music box collar that has two compartments (The smooth places with borders around them). One she can put stuff in and the other that houses the music box itself.
Six little charm sized music boxes for gifting <3
A mortar and pestle, two books with paper thin metal pages for writing, and a triangular tip to go onto her writing feather.
The black hadn't really seen Rei for quite some time, not since his promotion to Chancellor. Now he was back to a crafter, and with wry amusement he landed down beside her, ears pricked as she spoke aloud, murmuring about some sort of...musical collar?
That was...
To the black that was unexpected, and for a few moments he stared, stupefied for once, then he frowned. He shouldn't read into it; music here seemed to be rare, odds are the pretty mare wanted pretty music, meaningless and bland.
"If you've need of a crafter, I am here to help. I am Chancellor no longer." He said as he approached, the wry smile back on his lips, expression masking the growing disgust within. It was unfounded, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Music was treated so lightly here, dancing was all but forbidden(or so it felt). To them music was just pretty notes, to them dancing was just the body moving to a beat.
To the black, it was so much deeper. "Tell me exactly what it is you want?" He asked, stopping before her, one hoof cocked, his pose relaxed despite the warring disgust, anger and despair within his breast. Azeeza watched her bondmate from a cactus, her golden eyes mournful. Through him she could hear his memories of the Sacre, of the music of the world, and through him she could see the way it's absence tore at him, widening the hole in his heart further with each day.
OOC: ...Buce got really weird on me I'm sorry x'D
@[Rei]
Hey hey hey!!
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Don’t you know you’re messing with the best now!
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Image by Tribs
I was looking for a crafter, but Bucephalus is not one I had hoped to nor expected to find in answer to my search. What seems to be long ago, maybe a season or so past, we had met; yet my pride still stings with the affects from our meeting. My ears flick back briefly before coming to neutral ground. How I wish to hurl some measure of success at the stallion. I want to stomp my hooves and arch my neck to inform him of the grand purpose I have found for myself. But what is there to be flaunted whenever it doesn't exist? I consider telling him some tall tale. Perhaps I have been away from the Throat and have no ranking in the herd due to my time spent in the Deep Forest, where I was savior to a band of fae that made me their queen.
"I want a collar to play music. I imagine it with engravings of the wildflowers that scatter across Helovia with a song just as pretty. It would also be wonderful if one side could be left as a storage compartment." Blushing brightly I hum the song that I had come up with. Excitement seizes me as I voice my final idea to Bucephalus. I tell him of the small wheels that spun to make the tiny bars ring out. Realizing a stallion of purpose could think my idea to be frivolous I tell him of what has led me to the idea.
"Helovia is lovely.. but in Lytninia there was a band that traveled sharing their music. Music was their life. They were nameless and each was only known by his or her song. I may not have that sort of devotion to music but I still remember the effect their music had." Never, no matter how I age, will I forget the sight of Lytninia's castes being stripped away by note after note of song. Everyone had danced and sang our folk songs. Merriment had. Could I bring such a thing to Helovia? "I want to try to bring such a feeling to those here that I have met. So if you also have the time to make charm sized musical boxes I would love to be able to gift those I meet with their own songs."
"It was you who made a stance about working for the herd. So I do have a request so that I may serve." I do not feel comfortable around the crafter and it shows more than what I would like it to. My words are halting; each seems to pause on my tongue before teetering off of the edge of my lips. "I can write." Wanting to do something to impress Bucephalus I paw at the ground below us to loosen the desert floor before extending my wing to carefully write.
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"It is your name," I look up from the characters to the stallion, "I could record events, stories, information, anything that may be needed. But I am without the supplies to do so." Once more I look down to my writing and his name. It is faint and the lines lack the firm steady strokes that I could once do. "As you saw I wrote with my feather," my voice is now confident and self assured, "back where I am from writers had pieces that they tipped their writing feathers with. It makes for smoother spreading of ink and for heavier lining. What I do with my feather is so faint."
As if to illustrate my words a breeze comes to blow away his name. Quietly I watch as my writing is covered by grain after grain of sand. "I would also need books to record writing in. Along with a mortar and pestle to make my inks." A light dances in my eye that resembles the look that those in a barter gain. I have pitched my idea now I wait for the response.
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