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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.
Home. Was I really finally here? I have been gone for months now. After the death of my Mother and the fact my Father was missing.... Well you can say I kind of lost it. I had not only wandered from the Basin, but from Helovia too. Strange world outside of here. Full of hornless and winged alike. But not just them. There are strange two legged creatures as well. I don't know what they are called, just that I will forever stay clear of them. The last few who had followed me seemed to of lost my trail the moment I re-entered Helovia. I am grateful for this, as I am weak and tired from running so long and hard. The very tip of my horn has been broken off. One of the two legged's have it I'm sure. I had to fight them for my freedom. The story of that fight is written in scars across my frame. I am lucky none struck my face. At least I am still beautiful there.
I stop, uncertain as I reach the sentinels. Would I be welcomed back like the wayward child that I am? Or had things changed so much within the Basin that I would be turned away. I still have a horn, even if it is chipped slightly. I am still a daughter born in the cold north. I whinny, starting off softly at first. Then letting the call grow a bit louder before taking a few more steps. I glance once more to the sentinels, wanting to move on past them but unsure they would not attack me if I did. If they were to attack, I don't think I will be capable in my current state to fend them off.
"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."
Mirabella's comin home! - Open to all
Tagging incase you want to post @[Déodat] @[Arya] @[Hotaru]
I'm braver, because I fought a giant and won.
I'm stronger, because I had to be.
I'm happier, because I've learned what matters.
I stand taller, because I'm a survivor.
Chilled wind played in little curls and rolls against the maiden's colorful coat and delicate frame, whisking away the natural heat of her body to inspire tiny shivers. Winter was approaching, the slow serpent that it was. Once upon a time Hotaru had been a daughter of the wilds, belonging to the trees and meadows and greenery of the world. How she had ended up in the Auroras was a long, delicate story that only she and one other were privy to. But her father had lived in the Basin, had sworn eternal fealty to Mauja - a man she still had yet to meet, for all the talk her father had of him upon his tongue. Tolio had been a ghost to her, but she had known his face, just as she had known her mother's. Perhaps Phaedra had been more substantial in her life, but not by much. The damsel had raised herself, alone in her unlocked, unguarded tower. And when she had learned to swing herself from the precipice with her given locks, trusting only in herself and what she'd learned as she'd free-fallen, Hotaru had never looked back. She had taken a silver dagger to her hair and walked away with it in hand, barefoot and unprepared but tired of being unwanted and unloved.
Life had not been kind to her in many ways, but she had triumphed over them all, a beautiful queen deserving of her status and renown. Though she tried to keep Arya from those pains, her daughter had nearly been killed already. Raeru had been orphaned immediately after birth, as well. Mirabella...Hotaru did not know the little girl as well as she had always desired, once she'd discovered the lass was Deodat's. She had tried to keep an eye on her, especially when Deodat had disappeared and Arya had returned bloody and on the reaper's doorstep. But the filly had disappeared without a trace, and Hotaru could not leave her post nor her daughters to search for the wayward child, though she would occasionally wonder and worry about her.
Perhaps life had steered the filly the way Hotaru's had, and she had free fallen into a place the she-wolf could not reach her. The Impersonator only prayed (what little that meant anymore, with how her Goddess had betrayed her and killed her parents as reward for her dedication) that the silver dagger was also in Mirabella's little hands, to service and protect her as it had Hotaru.
Maybe the girl was on her mind because Fate knew what lay ahead of her. Though she was not often forced to patrol due to having other duties, Hotaru still took it upon herself sometimes, needing to stretch her legs and be alone at odd moments. She was a complex creature, and even she could not comprehend the labyrinth she'd become by lying to herself so effectively that she had begun to believe it. The sound pricked Alice's ears first, and Hotaru looked down at the smoking, smoldering pup with a curious eye. Only then did the slowly echoing sound reach her own audits, and the mare frowned curiously and lifted her pearly tiara towards the horizon.
In tandem, mare and beast advanced towards the noise, curiosity and duty driving them forth through the snow and rocky tundra. Perhaps a visitor? It had come from the direction of the Sentinels, after all. Creasing the hill she gazed down the winding path, the lonely little figure that stood hesitantly before her eyes, dark against the pale backdrop. For a moment, Hotaru stood there, silent and transfixed by the sight before her, until it all shattered. "Mirabella?" It left her lips in disbelief, but her hooves were already moving without her consent, drawing her quickly down the mountainside to the filly's side. She hesitated only a moment, wanting to throw her neck round the little one's withers but refraining. You're not her mother. Instead the thrust her muzzle out, nares wide and drinking in the child's scent, offering it to touch and reunite. "You're alive," she breathed.
Did a mother’s love run deeper than any other? Was it true that she loved more than a father? Déodat was truly unsure. For since his return he couldn’t help but feel the weight of worry upon his shoulders. The stress of what had befallen his eldest daughter. While Arya thrived within the rigid north, who knew where Mirabella was. Had she gotten hurt? Was she even alive. All the questions wracking his mind and it hurt. Stung like a dagger driving it’s way through his heart and gradually eating away at what remained. Was it wrong of him to not be content with his daughter that remained? Or was it acceptable he longed to see the face of his eldest girl?
Mirabella weighed heavily upon him for some reason. His eyes hollow and mind in distant places. What if the Moon Goddess had taken his child? What if she had been a hidden corpse left alone to be nothing but ash? The fear caught in his throat and he could almost feel tears swelling up. But he wouldn’t cry. No, he might be a man of passion but he wasn’t one of such petty weaknesses. No, he would remain strong and cling to the thin thread of hope that his daughter would return. What if all of this is because I failed her as a father? He asked Odette as he came up near the entrance. He stopped for a moment when he a pair of figures off in the distance. The call hadn’t gone unnoticed by his ears, and obviously not others as one appeared to be Hotaru, and the other remained unfamiliar. Quietly he crept forward with both ears perked in curiosity. It was when he drew closer that the composure on his face broke and emotion consumed him. Relief, guilt, love, and other things he couldn’t quite pin down.
“Mira,” he muttered. He ran to her and he could hear Odette yelp with delight. He brushed passed Hotaru, paying her little mind for the moment. All he did was take in the sight of his daughter, his typical frown etched away from his face. “Oh my gods, Mira.” Questions spiral through his mind, but for the moment he remains still and silent.
@[Mirabella] @[Hotaru]
Cut from the cloth, of a flag that
Bears the name of "Battle Born"
I was startled as a hellhound and mare bound towards us. My body freezes, tensing and ready for a beating if I was not welcome. I step back, visably flinching as she stops short and says my name like a question. My ears flick forward as I look at her through my violet rimmed aqua eyes. She knew me, and I know her only by name. I whisper softly. "Barely, but yes." I reach forward and accept the touch. The first connection between the mare and I. I speak again softly. "Are you Arya's Momma?" They look a lot alike, much like I favor Daddy. But Arya has some of Daddy's looks too. A pang deep inside reminds me that my Momma is gone. That half of the pair that would of protected me no matter what was gone forever.
Speaking of him... I flinch at first as I hear yelp from a dog's mouth. Had I been followed?! Had I lead them right back to my home for them to take us all?! No, it was coming from within the Basin. It was only then that I saw him. "Daddy." I move forward, eager to greet the only living parent I had left. Tear well up in the corners of my eyes. I was home. I was home! I push forward to try and place my chest to his. I push my smaller frame against his just to make sure it was real. That he was really hear. I wince however, some of the fresher wounds hurting from the sudden movement. "I never knew the world outside of Helovia could be so much more brutal."
"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."
I'm braver, because I fought a giant and won.
I'm stronger, because I had to be.
I'm happier, because I've learned what matters.
I stand taller, because I'm a survivor.
To see her flinch away caused pain in Hotaru's heart, both as a Basin member and as a mother. She frowned softly, eyes sympathetic and mouth twisted in compassion. The maiden could recall all too well the horrors of the wilds, of living in them too young, too fragile. Outside of Helovia? Well, Hotaru had never seen it as a native, but it made her skin tremble and shiver with the mere idea. Wherever Mirabella had found herself, it had clearly done her no favors, physically or psychologically. "Go, fetch me Yarrow and All-Heal. Or Lena, should you find her first." After Arya had collapsed on the borders, rightfully dead, Hotaru had taken a few lessons from Lena. There was never any harm in rounding out her knowledge after all, and if she could implement it to ease any of Mirabella's pain she would.
Alice ran off with a yip of understanding, bypassing Deodat as she departed. "Yes, I'm Arya's momma. My name is Hotaru," she clarified, voice soft and eyes following. She knew what it was to fear, to doubt and flinch away, and she wanted to ease and remove those fears. Especially from a girl who just as easily could have been her own daughter in another life and time. Deodat by then had registered just who Hotaru was speaking to, and the lass moved quietly out of the way for the reunion to take place. It was the least she could do, for she had no ties to either of them truly. Though she cared for Deodat, they had never proclaimed any sort of love for each other, and Hotaru doubted she even could. Mirabella hardly knew her as it was. So she moved aside and faded away, quietly awaiting Alice's return, which came rather swiftly.
The pup was clearly awkward, holding the herbs within her teeth while trying simultaneously to not slobber all over them. It endeared Hotaru further, but she accepted the bundle with gratitude that was welcomed with a burst of pride from the pup. Taking them into her own teeth she chewed them to a pulp, carefully placing them on one of the leaves she had not drawn into her mouth in order to speak to Mirabella. "Hold still, darling," she murmured, the endearment coming naturally to her.
Drawing the mixture back to her lips she turned and placed the mixture gently upon any open wound and scratch that she could find, wishing she could take away the scars that she was too late to have healed. Stepping back, knowing her touch was likely unwelcome with the anxiety the youth was probably feeling, the maiden wiped her mouth into the snow to rid herself of the disgusting mixture and quietly watched the rest of the reunion with quiet, concerned eyes.