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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.
ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
It hadn't very taken long. To win, that is. It hadn't taken very long to win.
Though if she thought about it, the girl hadn't really expected it to. From what she had heard the Hidden Falls were out numbered. But it wasn't only that. The bits and pieces she had heard from reports along the way indicated that they weren't just beaten, they were badly beaten. In a way, it seemed fitting that the Edge had taken over here. They were stronger. If the Falls couldn't survive, then they didn't deserve to. Such was the way of nature, and the girl didn't see why it should be any different here.
There was something else though. Something that lingered in the back of her mind; excitement. The girl rarely felt excited about anything, but today she was. It wasn't because she was in the lands of her Father, although maybe that played a contributing role. It was because she was out of the fog and away from the rocks. She was now surrounded by forests, dense bushes and high grasses. Waterfalls rushed all around her, and streams arched and ebbed seemingly wherever they pleased. Hidden pathways lined the area, and when the girl took to the skies, the sight she saw was breathless.
The girl liked it here, and she rarely liked anything.
But there was something about the greenery that the Edge had lacked. Sure, she could smell the ocean from almost anywhere and the wind carried a significant amount of moisture (which the girl very much liked), but she felt disconnected somehow (even more than she usually did). Now, standing almost waist-high in grass, the girl knew why.
She was created of the earth, to restore balance to it.
And now she was home.
Strolling along, the quad-horned demi child inspected her new home with bright golden eyes. Her death-marked face was in a constant rotation, taking in each and every bit of scenery and attempting to memorize every rise and fall in the landscape.
[Open to all! Iso is just checking out her new home!]
Behind the bitch, the Dauntless moved. His legs pulled him after his hound at a trot, but with a slight limp. Even with the healing, muscles still needed time to remember their proper function after they were damaged. The warmth of Tallsun was fading as the Orangemoon season set in. The whispers of the season of the Sun God were not over yet, however, and the bugs still moved around to bite and bother. Black ears and a black tail flicked and slapped in an attempt to rid the bugs from Archibald, though it was useless. They were attracted to the sweat that had formed on his body. After the battle, Archibald had moved to Ktulu's side. He had felt worry for her, unlike he had before. But as he stood with the remnants of the Grey--now even more torn by the tests of time--Circe flooded his mind. With Circe, came the memories they shared together, here, in what this land used to be.
And, of course, came other memories.
Memories that spurred the searching of him and his bitch.
We're close.
It's different. It's similar, but it's different. Where is it? Where is she!?
We'll find her.
Callisto. The firstborn. The condemned. The cursed. The stillborn. Flashes of her birth, of her death flanked Archibald's thoughts as he trotted, limping, after his running companion. Loretta's amber eyes searched high and low, brain trying to remember her pawsteps. Archibald's brain tried to remember his hoof steps as well, just as they had fallen so many years before. Three years.She would be beautiful.. The panic was familiar, Archibald and Loretta remembered running after Circe's scent. They remembered watching as the foal fell helpless, limp, lifeless from the womb. Archibald's heart slammed against his chest in slow, deafening bludgeons that threatened to send the life-giving organ straight through bone and skin and muscle and onto the forest floor, still beating and bleeding.
For what seemed like forever, the newly victored Czar and his noble companion searched.
They found nothing.
There was no whisper in trees, no gentle sway in the path. No upturned rocks or fallen branches. Nothing was familiar of that day, of his previous residence here. His body had not bent with the wind and the trails as they snaked through the wood as they once had when they were mountain paths. Nothing gave way to her grave, to where here memorial was bestowed.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
And so, Archibald stood in the grass. Loretta was at his feet, sprawled on her side and panting. Her amber eyes closed as she focused on catching her rapid breaths, and Archibald merely stood, golden eyes dead and hollow.
[from 0 to 100 real quick.]
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Through the ages of time
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
[WELL SHIT.]
In another life she could have been Archibald's daughter, for who else in all of Helovia save for her actual Father, could have aided in the genetics of a creature who would grow as large as she? She had not yet grown to her full height yet for she was still a gangly yearling, but the signs were there. Her legs were long, and her hips were constantly rising above her shoulders as her growth spurts continued. Not only that, but her legs were feathered. Not as feathered as Archibald's of course, but then there were their eyes - both the girl and the giant had unreadable golden eyes. It wasn't much, but perhaps enough to suggest that maybe ...
A noise caught her attention, and the girl's head abruptly turned, dark ears flickering to identify the source and direction of the noise. At first it had been rushed, multiple legs through the long grass, but then it had stopped. Curious, the girl moved towards the noise. Was it some multi-legged creature that dwelt only in the Falls? Now that would be something. The girl picked up an easy canter, her long legs pulling her elegantly over the terrain. In the Edge she likely would have continued on as a raven as she so often did. In the mists she felt better that way, safer from prying eyes. Here however, she felt jubilant in her regular form. Her mismatched wings were carried slightly out from her sides so that the breeze could buffet over her feathers as she crested a small hill. Below, her golden eyes found the source of the noise, and she mentally kicked herself for not recognizing it.
Not one creature, but two. But it might as well have been one. Out of all the bonds that the girl had witnessed, the one between Archibald and Loretta was the most powerful, the most secure, the most solid. It was no wonder she had thought she heard only one animal.
The lack of emotions that the girl felt made it harder for her to identify emotions in others. She was getting better at it, but Archibald was a poor test case. Even with rampant emotions flooding through his system, his expression appeared as stoic and regal as ever. To the girl, nothing appeared wrong.
"I heard you used to live here." She called down, tucking her wings tightly against her flanks and taking a deep breath to calm her system. A greeting would have been more proper, perhaps even something befitting Archibald's rank, but such things always felt awkward to the girl. He knew that she knew who he was, why did she have to repeat it every time she saw him? Her death-marked face peered down at the pair, an ambiguous curiosity in her golden gaze. "Twice." She concluded, her voice factual. "Has it changed much?"
The girl knew a little from the lessons she had learned in the Edge - she liked history well enough. She knew that this land used to be called the Foothills, and Archibald had led it then, and then once more when the Grey invaded. She knew that the Foothills sort of fell apart when a few key members left - Archibald being one of them. Was he glad to be back here? Did he miss it?
The giant stood with his panting companion, ears moving atop his massive head to listen for any sign of life. Most of his herd was still in the cusp of the land, healing and resting. Some he knew to have gone off into the forest to explore all of the rises and falls of the waterfalls. The Dauntless Czar wondered if any had followed him. It seemed that he had been discovered, but if he had been truly followed he did not know. The shuffling of hooves in the grass made his ears pin down on the newcomer, but the wind was against him. It did not bring scent, and Archibald did not tip his crown to look upon the demi-girl with his molten gold eyes until she spoke to him. Her voice was familiar, and as he looked upon her he knew her. She stood with the gangly innocence that whispered a body of power to come, much like his own boys had at her age. Oh, they had aged much slower, it was true, but this girl that stood on the hill was infused with the blood of Gods, and like he had seen Roskuld before her, the Earth Child grew. Loretta lifted her head to assign an amber gaze to the princess of the wild, but she was not needed, and her attention fell away as she rested back in the cool grass. Archibald sighed, turning his body just slightly to walk towards the girl.
When the distance was closed enough between them to just a few horse-lengths, Archibald stopped. He did not want to make the child uncomfortable, and was not aware of the size of her personal space desire. "Yes, I lived here before." He started, voice deep but smooth like rich, dark oak. "It looked very different. In the heart of the territory was once where the only waterfall was located. The rest of the land was a labyrinth of forest-covered mountain paths, and it was glorious. I knew every twist and turn, each bend of the tree and whisper of the wind." Archibald lifted his head to look at the beauty around him and the girl. It was so different, but it was not bad. But the blow of it no longer being the Foothills that he knew as intimately as he had known his lover stung like a double-barrel kick to the chest. The pain was deep and hollow and it rang in his lungs. "A great darkness overtook all of Helovia and forced us underground. When we emerged, the Gods placed leaders in each of their herds, and this land had been transformed. I think your father wanted redemption for his land, and for a short time, he got it."
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Through the ages of time
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
The girl liked Archibald, or whatever came close to the feeling of 'like' that she could actually feel. In reality, it was likely somewhat closer to 'doesn't frustrate me', but she would take respite from the annoyances of the world where she could find them. She liked his size and his stature, but most of all she liked his confidence. She liked the way he made his decisions with strength and clarity of mind. From what the girl saw, he was not ruled by emotions the way that Kahlua and Kaj were. Kaj was not as bad as Kahlua ... but still considered emotional responses to be on par with rational ones. To the girl that sort of reasoning was obviously fallacious, but others had a hard time seeing it. Although she couldn't be certain that Archibald was as rational and steadfast as she made him out to be, certainly the majority of the times she had seen him in action - at various herd meetings and whatnot within the Edge - he demonstrated what she took to be the proper kind of thought processes of a true leader.
As the girl listened, she found herself envisioning the landscape that he described. Labyrinths, she thought to herself with a youthful wonder. She could escape to the skies anytime she wished, and yet the idea of being able to entrap others while simultaneously disappearing within a hedge maze of her Father's creation made her feel powerful and alone.
So why had the land flattened out? Why did waterfalls run where mazes once stood?
As Archibald spoke of the darkness, the girl nodded knowingly. She had heard of the wraith invasion, and how a sickness overtook the lands, possessing and bleeding away the lives of those who tried to be heroes. She knew that Archibald helped in the defensive effort against the darkness, and that her Father had opened up a spring within the caves that could provide healing. That part of the story never really made sense to her .. if her Father could have provided healing all along, why didn't he from the beginning? Why did he let such suffering occur first?
Uncertain now, the girl tentatively shook her head. Her golden eyes flashed as she raised them to try and seek out those of the Dauntless.
"Perhaps what came before was only setting the stage. The preface to real redemption. My Father sees farther into what will be than most of us do. Perhaps he was merely getting things in order for true change. "
Her eyes seemed to pulse with her thoughts, as if her suggestion that the redemption Archibald had mentioned was only a blip in the story arch of what would follow. Had the Hidden Falls done anything note worthy during their tenure here, nestled among the waterfalls and thrushes ? Or were they merely cultivating the land, waiting for a real leader to show his face?
Midas had been good, for a short while. The stallion was noble and many people loved him and followed him. The Asylum that also resided in these lands alongside Midas, well, Archibald had not known much of them, but they seemed to have dissolved. That was what happened when bands joined herds--they did not last. The Grey, once so strong and united, had slowly fallen to the wayside with the comfort and monotony of herdlife. Ophelia had begun the break when she left the herd, and slowly they all fizzled out. Archibald, Circe, Ktulu...they all left. The ties, the bonds, the relationships they had built together did not die--that was apparent whenever Archibald interacted with the twin sisters, Lakota, or Apollo. Their unity, however, the ability to stand together as one force and one body with many parts had faded. Lost to the whispers of Helovia's history, the Grey would no longer be.
This child--this rapidly aging child--was wise beyond the year(was she even that old, or just her body?) she held. Ophelia had mentioned that Archibald's own son, Abraham, had held a similar wisdom...but Archibald did not believe it was anywhere near what this filly grasped. At her words, Archibald turned his head to look back at Loretta, and then scan across the waterfall laden land. From the depths of his throat he murmured a hmm noise. It was not a noise of agreeance, but merely of thought. With all of the confidence Archibald held, he believed he could be the leader she called for, thought that this land deserved. His chance had been thwarted before by the power of dragonfire and a stupid boy, but now he had no competitors. His family stood behind his decisions and his words--nevermore so apparent than in their steps that followed him into battle, despite their own minds and apprehensions.
"We must have a Storyteller to interpret his will for this land." It was all Archibald could give her in words. His mind wandered back to Irrydae, the star-clad female that once wisely led this herd by the Earth God's words. She had done well in her position, and part of Archibald doubted that any other could do as well. However, as he turned his head to look back at golden eyes that so ironically matched his own, he wondered if this youngster would desire to fill the whole in this position. It was, after all, the duty of the demi-children to bridge the gap between the Gods and the mortals.
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Through the ages of time
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
04-29-2015, 01:45 PM (This post was last modified: 04-29-2015, 01:45 PM by Isopia.)
ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
The girl listened. She put no real meaning to the time it took for Archibald to answer, or how his gaze had swayed away from hers. Although she didn't think that Archibald was negligent, she knew that while she spent quite a lot of time controlling her movements so that they would not betray her thoughts, she didn't know if others did as well. And so, she made no assumptions about Archibald's frame of mind based on his non-verbal communication. He would speak his thoughts in time, and it was those that she would take to heart.
When at last his mirrored gaze returned to hers, her dark ears flicked forward to catch his words.
We must have a Storyteller to interpret his will for this land.
The word storyteller made her nose wrinkle slightly in disgust. The word sounded so pejorative, like the position was nothing more than a weaver of stories and tales to accompany foals into slumber. She knew this was not the case of course, but even so she silently protested the title, if only in her own mind.
At first she was going to disagree with the need to interpret her Father's will, until she realized it: had the Earth's child ever held this position before? As far as she knew, her brother had been an outcast. Her vast mind danced as conclusions raced before her eyes. Others ... did they have to interpret pools of waters? Vague symbols? Perhaps they just did not understand the vague and rustic way that her Father spoke? No wonder the Falls, and Foothills before that, had been so tumultuous, if all they were ever doing was interpreting her Father's will.
She could just ask.
"His will has been misinterpreted in the past. Others perhaps do not understand him, or twist his words to suit their own desires. There is much that can get in the way of delivering such messages. Hopefully your Storyteller will not face such obstacles."
The stallion kept still and silent as the filly continued to speak. For one so young, and aging so rapidly, she held a fair amount of wisdom. Surely it was the godly blood that ran through her veins, but the words of Ophelia regarding Abraham still rang in the back of his mind. If his son, the hellion that he was, had the potential for wisdom beyond his years, then Isopia could multiply it only exponentially. When she finished, he nodded. "You seem to have a good idea of what must be done. Perhaps you will be able to fulfill part of your purpose for creation in a position such as Storyteller. Only time will tell." Archibald nodded again, offering the smallest hint of a smile to the demi-girl.
Loretta moved then, coming to stand on Archibald's left. Are you going to tell her what we were doing when she found us? Archibald shifted his golden eyes down to his companion for just a moment, before turning around to walk down the hill he had come from. The Dauntless looked over his mammoth shoulder and motioned with his massive head for the growing girl to follow him. "Walk with me." His voice was steady, not asking for her presence but also not commanding it. Simply, he was neutral, almost kind, but he did not stop his forward momentum. If she decided to join him, she would, but if she wanted to attend to other duties--such as exploring her new home further--Archibald would let her be.
Assuming she would follow, however, he turned his head forward and moved towards the heart of the land. He stayed silent for several moments before he spoke again. "I understand you know a bit about be, but I am not sure you know everything. I have four children. My first, a filly by the name of Callisto, however, was stillborn. When you stumbled upon Loretta and I, we had been searching the lands for her grave. We did not find it. When your father changed these lands, part of her memory that the Windtossed Foothills held was taken."
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@[Isopia]
Through the ages of time
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
The girl felt nothing as Archibald hinted at the possibility of her attaining the position that her mind considered. She knew she would likely do far better at the task than any others would, but she wasn't sure if the accompany obligation was something that she wanted to bear. The girl shied away from responsibility, but if it was a covenant that she willingly entered into, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad? In the back of her mind she knew that she could not go through life forever free of debts to others. At some point, she would have to concede.
Maybe this was a good first step?
As the girl was unsure of her position on the subject, her mind uselessly tried to assume what others would do in this situation. Should she thank him? Tell him she'd do her best? Agree that they would wait and see? Before she could do anything other than blink her large golden eyes at him, he had pulled away, inviting her to follow.
As Archibald spoke, the girl found herself wondering if he had four children plus Callisto, or if she was included in the quadtupple. Likely it was the latter, but the notion struck her as rather odd. She hadn't thought of Archibald as overly sentimental, and yet to include a dead creature among the list of children that he had, seemed to imply that she existed somehow. Mattered.
Did her Father still think he had two children? Or only the one?
The girl knew that she should think that his words were sad. If her mother were here, or Aly perhaps, she knew they would offer condolences. Perhaps even get teary eyed. The girl however, felt no such emotion. She was blank, vacant, his words having no impact upon her. Children died - all life did. Perhaps her life would have been full of suffering, or perhaps she would have been brutally murdered the way her brother had been. In that case, her early death would have been a blessing. But they had no way of knowing what her life would have been life, and so no reason to think that her early death was sad.
Uncomfortably the death marked girl remained silent with regards to offering her condolences for Archibald's loss.
"I'm sure he didn't even consider that when he changed the lands." She offered in response to the missing grave. Her words held no judgement though, only a cold understanding. "My Father looks at the big picture .. the grave of your child wouldn't have been enough to stop him from changing these lands. But maybe that's for the best..." She began, her voice faltering slightly. She was about to attempt to be consoling, and her mind already knew that she would fail. "Callisto died in the Foothills and was buried there. She is still buried there-" The words felt odd in her mouth, because she didn't believe them. Still, perhaps thinking about things this way would provide comfort. "-My Father's handiwork has not touched her. You rule the Hidden Falls, a land that does not know the name of your child. The Foothills remembers her ... these lands do not."
You do not rule over the lands your child died in. That is somewhere else, encased forever in your memory.. That was the message she had been trying to convey, anyways.
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