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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.
09-23-2012, 07:48 PM (This post was last modified: 09-23-2012, 07:49 PM by Official.)
:: EQUINE CROSS COUNTRY RACE ::
The first round takes place in ENDLESS BLUE, and will last 72 HOURS. Please be sure to note the description of the land, as follows:
Once past the borders of the Edge's herdland, the smell of the ocean permeates the air. A mild humidity rests on the land, and the forest turns into grassland. The sound of the ocean's crashing waves can be heard long before the crystal blue waters are seen, and the sand is difficult to run through. At the end of the beach near a rock formation stands the Moon Goddess, awaiting the winners.
Your character will be running from the Borders of the Edge and head SOUTH to the beach of the ENDLESS BLUE. At the end of the beach is a rock formation with the Moon Goddess standing there waiting.
Here are some rules to note:
You may only post if you previously signed up to compete in the Cross Country Race.
You must post in every round to gain ground.
Failure to post in a round will result in a rank drop of 2 positions, unless you are on a valid absence.
The order of the second round will be determined by posting order of this first round!!
An RE will be posting a minimum of 2 times in each round, dealing out malevolent or benevolent effects to the person who posted prior. RE post order will be determined by a die roll to ensure fairness.
You may post sabotaging other characters, but this will not affect the official rankings.
HAVE FUN!
This was it, all or nothing now. The roan had moved up in position slightly and she was going to keep it that was if she could help it. They were all moving south, the last leg of the race. They ran from the World's Edge, moving in and out of the trees just as she had in the Deep Forest. Her breathing was heavy, as it had been a long while since she had run so hard so long. The last time had been upon her arrival into Helovia, running away from her old home. Thinking of her mother she dug in, finding an iner strenght that she didn't think she had left.
They entered the Endless Blue, and looking up across the sand she could see her. Up on a huge rock, was the Goddess of the Moon herself. The appaloosa mix dug in harder, the speed from her thoroughberd half kicking in. It was now or never. She had to pass the other four and make it to the finish line first..... She just had to win... To show she wasn't weak anymore.
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Right behind the roan was the painted colt. He could see it, almost taste it. All that stood between him and victory was five other equines. Well, he wasn't about to give up now. He had to win, to show his mother that he could still run and be strong. To show her he was tough enough to handle more than she thought he was. He weaved in and out of the trees, keeping up with the pretty roan before him.
Soon as it opened up to the beach however, it was like he kicked another gear. He had grown up in the Oasis, the mud and muck. Surely he could hande a bit of sand. The part draft colt dug in with all he had, eyes looking ahead for the fastest path to the Goddess of the Moon who was just on the other side of the beach. He could see her from here, up on top of a huge rock formation. He had to win, he just had to.
.arborun lignea .. .mare. ..23 years. .. .16.3 hands.
Willow's great haste to make it through the snowy landscape soon has her overwhelming her opponents, a fact she takes little relish in while the cold still nips at her feathered feet and sets her tree to a gnarled wilt.
Breaths come out like dragon smoke as Willow, huffing and puffing, finally slows once the ice begins to shift to grass. All that movement had jostled loose many of her tree's leaves and it sets her mane to a frizz, which the cloudy moisture happily clings to. A stitch weavs its way in her side, a sore reminder that since leaving the guard in Prim'sylvia she was terribly out of shape.
More than happy to settle back into a casual walk, Willow glances around as a pair of other horses whizz past. Her tail billowes in the wake of their speed. She shakes her head; water droplets fall out like diamonds, quickly replaced as the fog drifts over. It feels overly suffocating and warm compared to the dry chill she just traversed. Fretting dreadfully that the abrupt changes of temperature will harm her plant further she extends her stride. "Poppy!", she calls out to the strange girl, just now realizing she'd lost her at some point in her frantic dash across the snow. Through the drifting mist of the Edge she can see little, an absolutely worthless endeavor when her main purpose for racing was to explore. Anxious to see Poppy but even more anxious of her plant Willow drifts about, glancing back constantly before. "Poppy we're almost there, let's go!" she hollars out to the girl. Ears twitch in vain to hear a response but eventually the droop of her tree limbs sets her back into motion.
Like a great rocking wave of earth she crosses the finish line, happy to be finished with this.
Nervously she turns and looks out to catch the arrival of Poppy. If need be she would go back for her, but she hoped there'd be no need.
The thick coastal air coursed through the dappled mare's lungs. The last stretch of the race had been hard. The snow and ice were foreign to her, and had caused her to fall back. Finally, she had gotten out of the frozen terrain and into wispy grasses. Shimmering blue sea stretched out in the distance.
With powerful strides, the girl reached the sand. The soft, familiar feeling of it was a welcome relief to her hooves. There were other who had passed her, but the mare's blue pools were focused on the ethereal image farther down the beach. She had never seen one of the Gods before, and only hoped she would be able to meet this one with some title of honor. Pushing on, the lithe form careened down the shoreline with brute determination.
As saddened as he was from having to leave the endless horizon behind, Lace was rather relieved to once again find good traction beneath the hooves. He was tiring rapidly now, his muscles beginning to feel lactic and heavy. Somewhere along the Steppe the positions of the contestants had shifted, lending him an honorable second place - for now, at least. But at the moment the stallion couldn't care less about whether he came in first or last. He simply wanted it all over with, so he could lay down and rest.
Breaths came heavily as he continued to run, guided through the misty forest of the Edge's border by the pale figure of his dragon. Her scales gleamed like a beacon of light and urged him forward, ever forward. Lace found his body working almost on autopilot as it weaved through the trees, hooves placing numbly onto mossy ground and stumbling over roots and rocks that he normally should have been able to avoid. The mist was annoying. It made him feel as if though he was stuck in a nightmare, running and running without ever getting anywhere. Trapped, waiting for the beast to approach him from behind and dig the claws deep into his flanks... It sighed, breaths heavy and never ending, like the slow rocking of waves against the shoreline.
Then suddenly a salty breeze scattered the mist and an endless stretch of gleaming sand appeared before his eyes. Gilded eyes widened as Lace took in the sight of the merry dunes, that seemed to invite him to come and play along them. He breathed in deeply the refreshing scent of the sea, and somehow it felt as though he might have some strength left. Perhaps he could pick up the pace just a little more, stretch the tired legs only a little bit further. When the ground changed beneath his feet and turned from hollow earth and dying leaves into loose and shifting sand, it felt for a moment as if he had come home. An ache coursed through his chest as the memory of the Tides awakened with full force. A sad smile adorned his lips, and with the white mane whipping in the strong breeze he guided the steps closer to the clucking waves. The sand would be wet there, hard packed and easier to run on.
A triumphant warble from Fajira made the exhausted stallion look up from the ground beneath him. Before them, at the end of the rapidly disappearing beach, waited the finish line and a lady who's beauty he only had been allowed to behold once before. Awed by the presence of the Goddess, the stallion felt himself urged to make one last effort. With all the strength he had left he dug the hooves deep into the sand and heaved himself forward, the muscled neck stretched out and tail flaring out like a white stream in his wake. He thundered down the last stretch of sand, feeling the thrill of the race come over him once more. The mind soared, he felt light and weightless, all thoughts set on the single task on reaching the goal of this long and arduous race. Fajira flew beside him, laughing from enjoyment over this magnificent game - winning or loosing didn't matter anymore, as they felt rewarded simply from being able to share this experience with one another.
And then he passed the lavender lady of night, and at once all the strain from the race came upon him again. The stallion slowed down to a trot, then a walk.. and then the legs gave out beneath him and he sunk down into the warm sand, panting and laughing breathlessly. It was over, and he had made it. They had made it.
Query really slowed down, she just wasn't used to running this much. She was now in the middle of the pack. She tried to push herself harder, but didn't know how much more she had to give. Today they were running from the edge of the edge to the endless blue. It had been a while since she ran on a beach, but she was determined to do it, and have a good time at it. She watched as a few slipped by her, but she still continued to run, kicking up sand along the way.
It actually was starting to feel good to run this much, to feel the adrenaline pumping. She was starting to quicken her pace a bit. All she could do was hope that this little bit was enough.
09-24-2012, 07:36 PM (This post was last modified: 09-24-2012, 08:24 PM by Tor.)
i am no warrior but that doesn't mean i don't have fire
The shadows fade to gleaming light as the mare swiftly canters away from the Deep Forest, which was a nightmare to traverse. Clinging roots, fallen branches. Tor shuddered as she remembered leaping over thick fallen tree trunks covered with deep green moss. Moss massaging her hooves turned to hard-packed dirt to tall, swaying grass scattered with sweet flowers. The sky was blue, the sun a cruel yellow disc cradled high. The delicious aroma of the grass hovered in Tor's flaring nostrils, but too soon the grass gave way to awkward, sifting sand that never seemed to stay in one place.
Warm, hot, heat. Sticky on her pelt. Thick in her nostrils. Like syrup. Her hooves thumped the sand, the grains fine yet coarse under her big feet. Tor couldn't feel more clumsy or hot than she did that moment. Perhaps that was why she realized more horses had somehow slipped ahead of her, wavering smudges in the heat. How she damned hated that be-damned heat. I sound like a native horse, Tor realized, and if she had enough energy, she would pull together a loose chuckle. The dunes were loose, low piles of sand resembling waves, shaped by a low wind whispering across them. The roar of the sea snarled at her flank, turquoise blue waters rolling steadily against the dark-brown, wet sand. Seaweed, scattered along the shore. Seashells glinted deep in the dark sand, gold and pink and white. A peculiar smell swirled around them; somewhere between salt, fish, and cat.
But as she strode on, the tobiano could make out a mare. Impossible to describe, simply stunningly beautiful and so unearthly the being was like a mirage. Perhaps the strange, alluring mare was. A hybrid? No, a god. Goddess. Horn of silver, wings of night. A powerful queen; the Goddess of the Moon. The scent of salt hung in the air, a brilliant tang in Tor's desperately flaring red nostrils. But a faint aroma rode on it, the scent Tor imagined moonbeams would smell like; sweet and pure and celestial and completely clean and fresh like mountain air. Which reminded her of her freezing old home. As soon as I'm done, I can run to the Frostbreath Steppe and drink in the cold air. I can look for a mountain and run through the frost and snow. I can drink the water so glacial it is sludgy and chunks of ice float on the top. Tor thought to herself. Muscle worked heavily, painfully slowly, under her thick white and slate gray pelt. Her breath was rasping, grating, through her chest, dragged out and harsh. Almost done. A massive shudder of plain exhaustion surged through the pretty tobiano, yet she somehow dug up more energy. Somehow, impossibly. Lifting her knees, the nearly-exhausted mare reached out, hooves seeking out the best sand. It was loose and deep under her golden feet, sliding and slippery, a final tug on her energy.
She adjusted her path, until she was galloping upon the wet sand and then into the shallows, still making her way south. Flecks of dirt-brown sand splattered her legs, and salt water ran down her feathers. A piece of seaweed caught under her foot, and with a loud snort, she stumbled. A small cut opened up on her lower leg. Pulling herself up, Tor continued on. Look for the prize at the end, Tor. The healer thought to herself. Now, bleeding lightly, foot-weary, muscles aching, mane flopping limply against her neck, the tobiano continued on.
The stallion went on, his hooves carried him, he wanted to reach the end, he wanted to get away from the Edge. It caused him nothing but pain. Memories flooded back to his head, causing him to steer off course. But he righted himself, the smell of water caught his attention. He charged, his muscles rippled under his dirtied bay coat. The stallion could sense the pegasi flying towards them. He felt intimidated, their large wings drummed in his ears, he snorted, wanting to get away, to leave the pegasi in the dust.
The stallion launched himself over many objects in his path. Nothing could stop him. He wanted to get home, or, wherever. He wanted to visit places unknown. As he was an outcast, a nomad, no home to return to. The stallion pushed himself, feeling sweat cake his coat. He charged, his hooves kicking up snow and earth. He slipped, but regained his balance and continued his gallop, feeling rather tired, but adrenaline was released into his blood flow, and he galloped forward, full steam ahead to the destination.
The mare ploughed onwards, grateful for the sureness of foot her breeding naturally possessed, ever more grateful still to the dragon that aided her from above. Akaith was able to fly high above her and give her tidbits on which parts of the track had been eaten up by those running ahead of her, and around her, as well as mention any obstacles that Mirage might need to leap over or skirt around. Fallen trees, and weaving one's way through the border of the World's Edge herd would have slowed her down significantly had the mare not been born into such a forested environment - she knew her way through the wooded area, even if she was only touching the borders of the lands - every advantage would count.
The Edge gave her strength, strangely, for with its passing by her speedy hooves, she thought of the Goddess of the Moon, her beloved Lady Luna, and hoped that she performed well in the silver and violet immortal's eyes. Salty, briny air permeated her nostrils as she continued south, checking her speed once more as the land turned from forest undergrowth to sand dunes. They were hard work, but Mirage knew how to trek them, choosing a path where no others' footprints sullied the sand, making even the loose, deep sand slightly firmer and easier for her to push herself forward off of.
But she aimed for the compact wet sand that was constantly re-dampened by the ocean's lapping waves. Once there, she was able to run faster again, and did so, stretching her serpentine-like nape out flat, breathing in time with her strides, spraying water up behind her should a wave make it close enough to feel the sudden pressure of her hooves. Akaith trilled triumphantly above her, flying equally hard and fast to keep up, enjoying every second of it. Before them, stood their Lady Luna, and Mirage sung out to her, a greeting, a prayer, an adoring cry. When she reaches the finish, she feels the great brick wall of exhaustion almost knock her over. She is dripping from sweat, coated with a sprinkle of salt, but the mare, usually so impassive and indifferent, wore a satisfied smile today.
Bringing herself back to a slow trot, and then a brisk walk, she is urged by her dragon to continue walking, and does so, in the shallows of the Endless Blue, where the great sea dragon had once risen and gifted her with the amulet that swung about her nape. The cooling waters aid her racing heart to restore balance to her exhausted body, but she is still alert, and eagerly awaiting what her beloved deity would have to say.
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