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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.
In response she had nothing to say. What was there to say? Although fairly naive when it came to conversational implicatures, Isopia was fairly sure that Ros was trying to bait her. Into doing what, the demi-child had no idea. All she knew was that Ros was picking at something, but whatever it was, Iso didn't have it. She didn't have a fuse, a breaking point, or a melting point. Nothing was going to bubble over, so there was nothing to incite. In response to her cousin's statement, she merely shrugged her shoulders and continued to move crystal shards back towards the walls. "Time will tell." She muttered more to herself than to her kin.
Pausing for a moment, Isopia watched the owl - no the skunk - begin to help with the cleanup. It brought another tentative smile to her death-marked face, and sparked a twinge of longing inside of her chest. The girl had already decided that Ros was given this creature, and Iso wondered why. Although her curiosity was not out of concern for Ros and delving into how or why the small creature might be beneficial to her overly emotional older cousin, but as to how she might secure one for herself. If nothing else, companions seemed incredibly handy to have around. In the back of her mind she could hear Thunderhead scolding her for such thoughts, so with another shrug she cast away thoughts of bonding and returned to cleaning the crystal.
Once most of it was swept away, back towards the walls where it could potential house more life, the girl picked up one large unbroken piece with her wings and inspected it for a moment. "I wonder if it's too big ... Will he mind?" Her mumbling was soft, but her gaze was razor sharp as she inspected the fragment. She had no idea why her Father would even request this of her, so she had no way of knowing whether or not the piece she was holding was suitable or not. For a third time she shrugged - if it wasn't, it was her Father's fault for not being more specific she decided finally.
Turning her hardened stare back on the small duo she paused. "Finished?" It was unclear as to whether she meant finished-packing, or finished-having-an-emotional-outburst, or finished-whatever-the-fuck-you're doing. But oddly, she appeared to be waiting for an answer before leaving.
06-09-2015, 12:10 PM (This post was last modified: 06-09-2015, 12:15 PM by Roskuld.)
*"Time will tell."*
This bitch gon’ talk forever, Time says.
I dipped my head down, scratching my head against my knee in a nervous tick while I tried not to pay her ass any mind (No, look—she was literally talking to herself, like she just couldn’t help it, like she just needed to—to keep spewing words—). I growl-gurgled and you chuckled except I don’t think skunks do that, I think they just kinda…I dunno, squeal or something to themselves, but you were doing that while you swept the dust and the shards.
We knocked them in a pile at the end of the cave—that place where I had laid, that faint impression of two mingled scents being buried under a blanket of shimmering crystal. We packed it tight and I looked at you and couldn’t stop a little smile from forming. “Awgh, gee,” I muttered; your black and white fur was covered with dust and crystal shards so that you looked like some fluffy, frizzy disco ball. “C’mere,” I said, reaching for you with my lips; you gnawed against the bridge of my nose as I lipped the shards out of your coat, nipping and licking them out of the tangles. “Fart in my face an’ I cut you,” I warned between teeth full of shards; you just kept nibbling at my face, all fake-ferocious ‘n stuff, and I knew we were at an understanding.
Finished?, I heard from somewhere off to my side, and the smile fell and the hard shit in my eyes rose back up as I cast her a look. She had eyes—couldn’t she see the shit I’d done, that it was done, that it was time to leave me the fuck alone? Like--jeez, what she even want with me? Why did she keep talking to me like this? How the fuck could she not tell that I was so sick of her ass?
Nah, really though.
And my intentions were to shove past her—carry my ass up to the surface—leave her in the dust and the dark. Boom. There. All my problems solved, all the shit taken out of the situation. Done with her ass and kicked to the curb.
What actually happened, though, was that you moved before I could act on my brilliant plan; you waddled your short fluffy ass towards the long-legged filly-thing, laying down before her, at her hooves, splayed like a pile of loose fur as you gazed up at her with beady, liquid eyes. “Cheeeek,” I groaned with that surge of aggravation, cuz I knew exactly what you were doing— what you wanted me to do—cuz you were deciding for the both of us a thing I was trying so fucking hard to ignore: no, I’m not done here yet.
So I sighed and there was a growl in there and I approached her and stood just behind your fluffy tail as it twitched and dragged on the ground (you were kinda really digging this form). I bit my—no, I didn’t bite my lip, cuz that would keep my from talking and the faster I got this shit out of my system the sooner I’d be done in a cavern that fucked with me way too often.
“My name…” I started--god I hated introducing myself, but I shoved it out anyway, scooped the sticky shit out of my throat and spewed it at her, “Name’s Ros. And he’s Chico.” There it was again—that smug air coming off of you in waves whenever I gave people the name that wasn’t truly yours. Ugh fuck off forever.
“…what’s yours?”Uuuuuuugh jeez.
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
Isopia watched as the small changling promptly plopped down at her hooves. Exhaling softly, Isopia lowered her nose to gently touch the creature's soft fur, exhaling once again a warm puff of air. She wasn't actually sure what sorts of physical contact were pleasing and which weren't - most seemed unpleasant to her - but she had seen others do this with their offspring. The long whisker-hairs on her chin shifted with the fur of the rougarou, which forced an unknowing smile onto Isopia's lips. The girl ignored the whine from her cousin - seemingly of protest to her bonded's actions. Thunderhead had said time and time again how companions should have their own sovereignty, and so Isopia would respect it. At least in this case. Cheek could do whatever cheek wanted, as far as she was concerned.
Then Ros did possibly the only thing that she could (other than destroying more crystal), which would get under her cousin's skin.
She introduced herself. And then asked for Isopia's name.
Isopia's wide-eyed gaze immediately rose (although not all the way, Ros was short) to meet Ros's. She forget all about cuddling the newly introduced Chico and companion rights. All she could hear was Ros's question thundering in her ears
…what’s yours?
Isopia had struggled with not being rude. It was something she was going to have to work on if she was going to appear normal and blend in - at least as blended in as a massive, death-faced demi-god ever could. But this? This was her secret. This was the one thing that was hers. Her mind struggled to think up a believable lie. Could she say her name was Raven? Lots called her that but ... that was supposed to be her code name for Thunderheads super-secret group. Could she ... could she form some sort of a distraction? She could shake the walls and make more crystal fall to clean up...Then again if she stood still long enough she would just be a statue and could possibly avoid it that way ... but that would take too long and ...
Her mind felt cold as panic and confusion began to set in. She didn't want to answer, but she couldn't think of any real reason not to. Stubbornness stood in the way of her brain which was normally so rational. But this ... she just didn't want to! Mentally she felt like a child stomping her hooves and kicking up a fuss, the type of thing that she hated, and yet here she was, in a position where that's all she wanted to do.
Her eyes continued to blink stupidly as she just stood there, head at a slightly lowered angle, lips unmoving.
She didn't know how to respond.
Iso panics and uses 'blank stare'. it isn't very effective...
You were just loving this and it was so disgusting I just wanted to vomit (except horses don’t do that). If skunks could cheese you were cheesin’ it hard, your little nose twitching and your eyes gaining an extra-hard sparkle as she lowered her muzzle to you, touching you in some way you liked, I dunno, I wasn’t watching that hard. Fucking attention-whore. And you cheesed at me through our mental link, agreeing with me and my shitty attitude about this leggy chick giving your skyward cuddle action. Bet you thought I was jealous or some shit.
Totally wasn’t.
Jeez.
Shit picked up weirdly though, when I asked her name and her eyes cut towards me, her whole body tensing as her head whipped up to look me in the eye. I lifted a brow but I waited in silence, my whole face still hard and her whole body settled in a frozen stance, watching me.
And…watching me.
And watching me.
In silence.
Something was dawning on me and it was a mix of so many things—exasperation, ongoing irritation with this bitch’ antics, a weird, tangled sense of growing amusement-- and it crashed against my head all at once in a tidal wave, the tension finally snapping in my chest. “You’re fuckin’ me,” I said, incredulous—an irritated bite still laced on my tongue, but there was humor there, an infuriated humor that was growing in heat, “Look at this shit. Look at this shit, Cheek. I don’t believe this shit.”
I shook my head and you waddled your ass to me, fluffy and happy and laughing in your head, laughing at everything, cuz that’s what you do. “This bitch wax eloquent nonstop for three years,” I say, still shaking my head as you zpsnk! into an owl once more, flapping your ass to your usual roost on my poll, “Then I ask her name and suddenly she dun’ forgot how to talk. Like she dun’ swallowed her tongue or some shit. You see this, right?” My eyes were screwed up, looking up and around, trying to see if you had seen this shit. “You seein’ what I’m seein’?”
A harsh bark of laughter emerged from my throat. “I don’t even care about your name, man,” I said, and I edged around her, making my way for the cavern entrance. “I don’t give a fuck, I was just tryna know who the hell you were. But whatever. Keep your name. Your ass will pop back up somewhere, someway.”
It was inevitable. She had godsblood and I had godsblood and for some reason that mattered.
That was the point, wasn’t it? That last leg of the journey of accepting this shit—learning her name and cementing her identity in my head as a person, someone with a name I couldn’t deny. But she was backwards-ass and everything I needed her to do, she did the damn opposite. Like, fuck, okay, make everything harder for me, jeez.
But she can keep her name. It’s whatever. I didn’t need it for the last knot of this venture. I got all I needed from her panicked eyes and awkward silence.
“Don’t look for me,” was my way of saying goodbye, and you trilled your own farewell as we left the gentle light of the crystal cavern.
[Ros out unless you chase her <3] "talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
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