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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.
Countless seasons had passed since the last time Snö had set foot on the borders off the World's Edge. Leaders had come and gone, lives had been lost, empires had risen and fallen, and there it still was. The mist still wrapped around the trees and there was still that eerie calm that had invaded her senses when she'd been a foal and had only reached her father's knees. She stared at the broken glass wall that had probably looked magnificent at one time. Now she could only assume that it was a symbol of a herd's utter failure at protecting themselves.
The pale mare had spent so much time locked away in the caves in the north that she was completely unaware of the recent invasion of the falls and the election of the new Edge leaders. If she had known she probably would have bypassed the Edge as she wandered. She stepped over a section of broken glass and continued into the forest and she was amazed at how the trees had grown back since the Sun God had burned them down.
How much time had passed?
She could remember when the trees had first started growing back on the very edges of the border. She could remember running through the little sapling trees with Monster Thais chasing after her in a never ending game of tag. The Edge ... was the first and last place she'd ever felt truly happy. She'd spent so much time angry and bitter that she'd lost everything. Tarak, Rapha, Thais, her mother, her siblings, and even her father probably wanted nothing to do with her anymore. Who could blame him? She'd been nothing but terrible and it took her living like a hermit, chasing away everyone that tried to even speak to her before she even realized what she was doing.
But how could she undo it? How could she fix everything that she'd torn apart, cast away, and tried to convince herself was unimportant? She supposed the first step was going home and that was what lead her from the caves in the north back to the World's Edge.
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Snö
you're looking at an absolute zero
i'm not the devil but i won't be your hero
Konungr Torleik Blóðskáld - such would have been his full title and name, if he'd chosen one, in the language of his people. As it was anyone left from his home would assume him the son of his father, but why would he keep that name? He was a bastard son, never legitimate, and while his father had been good to him in unreliable and intermittent ways, Torleik could not forgive him for the pain he saw his sire caused his mother. Such thoughts drifted through his mind as he gazed out from the cliffs of his new kingdom.
A king.
It was still hard to fathom. From nothing, to a general, to a king in only a few cycles of seasons... His mother would have been proud. A hoot from Irelyn drew him from his mental musings; he'd set her to keep watch over their borders as practice, since the glass wall would be coming down and replaced in various sections with his pike idea. The Bloodskald wanted his companion to memorize the boundaries of her new land, to know what was theirs and what was not, to be his extra set of eyes in the sky.
'Unicorn over wall. Not sure if friendly. You should come,' she summoned, her speech improving with each passing month. Disentangling himself from the lure of the cliffs and the water below, the king made his way to where Irelyn had drawn him, seeing - he believed at first - a mud-flecked Mauja.
No, not Mauja. Not large enough. And no spots. The mud flecks were markings on the coat. But the body was like Mauja's. Intriguing. Ophelia had made remarks that Mauja had many hearts and she should not have expected him to cherish hers. Perhaps this was an indiscretion? Torleik's empathy extended to this creature if she, too, was a bastard child. Such was a rough place, to wonder why your parents did not want you like others' did.
"Hail," his deep voice rumbled, not friendly, but not aggressive. "You are within the borders of the World's Edge, stranger. Do you seek an audience with the new leadership, or are you a wanderer?" he queried. She - the scent confirmed that - could have simply not known the glass wall marked a specific herdland, or perhaps she was here with purpose. Torleik entertained both options and waited patiently for her response.
It was quiet, almost eerily so. The only sounds she could hear was the very distant and faint waves crashing against the Edge cliffs and the occasional hoot of an owl. For the most part the Edge seemed to be abandoned and that made Snö stop and wonder what had happened to make it appear so. The thought about calling out to see if anyone would answer then decided against doing so.
"Hail."
The icy girl turned her head and watched as Torleik approached her and everything about him screamed familiarity. "I remember you." But she couldn't remember where she'd seen him before, just that she remembered him. The blue eyes, the beard, the thick hair, braids ... everything was all so familiar. So, so familiar.
"I know where I am." She kept her voice impassive as she spoke and her eyes fixed on the dark stranger. "I grew up here." There was much more that she could say. She could tell him that her father had been King and her mother had been Queen, but past links to leadership would serve her no purpose and she was not one to name drop nor was she one to reveal so much about herself or her childhood to a complete stranger no matter how familiar he might have been. Her attention had began to drift as she thought back to her childhood, but Torleik recaptured it again when he spoke of new leadership.
"New leadership?" She questioned. "Who is it?" The last she truly remembered of the Edge it was Mirage that had been in charge. Had someone finally defeated the black mare?
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Snö
you're looking at an absolute zero
i'm not the devil but i won't be your hero
She remembered him? Torleik thought back, trying to scour his mind for any meeting between himself and this mare before...and only the vaguest pictures surfaced. Stress. Anger. Grief. It was during the murders - he recalled that much, but when, where, and why eluded him exactly. She was somewhat familiar, though, now that she mentioned it...
"I believe we've met - but I confess I cannot recall when. During that murder chaos, if my memory serves any use at all." She claimed she knew exactly where she was and that she had grown up here. The words chosen, though, spoke to the fact that she did not currently reside here despite it being her childhood home. Technically, she was trespassing, but he would let that go as long as she did not become hostile. A passing traveler was of little threat if she intended to continue through.
Her query about the new leadership set him slightly on edge. Was she gathering information for someone else? Such paranoia was new to him and Torleik was rather surprised by how suspicious she was making him. Perhaps it was her ever-calm demeanor. Maybe it was the familiarity in the lines of her body. Word would get out soon enough about the lead change; that information could not be used against them, really. To answer was no danger. "Myself and Mauja." he stated succinctly. "What is your name? I don't believe I caught it whenever we last met."
That was it, wasn't it? Snö frowned and her ears tilted back against her head as she thought back to that time. The only murder she'd been present at or even cared about had been her mother's. "Yeah." She finally replied. "My mother was murdered." She stared hard at Torleik, then, as she tried to remember but it was Gaucho that she remembered the most. The murderer that accused her own father of murdering her mother. She still didn't know how Ophelia could have said that Gaucho hadn't done it.
Wait...
"You were with Ophelia. You yelled at Mauja." And that was what she remembered the most about the Bloodskald. Had it been under different circumstances she would have enjoyed every minute of Torleik berating her father and probably would have remembered it more vividly. She probably would have spent weeks after laughing at the insults that had been thrown at him.
"Myself and Mauja."
"What? He finally managed to become king again?" She snorted and rolled her eyes because she couldn't believe that he had actually managed to accomplish something that wasn't self-destructive. If he could do it then maybe there was hope for her. "Snö." She said when Torleik asked for her name. "...Mauja is my father." And she frowned again because even though she was trying so hard to be civil she'd spent far too much time hating her bloodline. "And your name?"
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@[Torleik]
Snö
you're looking at an absolute zero
i'm not the devil but i won't be your hero
05-30-2015, 12:53 PM (This post was last modified: 05-30-2015, 12:54 PM by Torleik.)
Torleik
An unpleasant revelation
"Yeah. My mother was murdered."
How could she say that with such...evenness? So factually, like she would mention the season was particularly hot or cold, or the food she was eating was good or mediocre? And who was her mother?
"You were with Ophelia. You yelled at Mauja."
Memories of that event came thrusting their way to the forefront of his consciousness with painful clarity. Not knowing where Ophelia was, finding her being touched by someone who'd harmed her, who she had a past with, who he knew wanted her. That rage was frightening. It wasn't tempered by grief, like the rage he'd felt when he lost his family; there was nothing to quench the conflagration that erupted inside.
Shaking his head slightly, he tried to move on, remember other things. Gaucho was there. This...this one was there. Briefly. He'd barely paid attention to her but she had been there. Wasn't...another one of Gaucho's herd there? He wasn't sure of her name. And the victim...it was Ophelia's aunt. Psyche.
This one's mother? Didn't that mean...?
"Snö...Mauja is my father."
Which meant she was Ophelia's cousin. By Mauja's loins. There would always be a mark of him in her family line, then. There was no escape. Torleik expected to be angry but he felt nothing, only hollow. He was tired. Tired of this battle, tired of wanting to feel free of someone he would now have to look at almost daily, live with - be around Ophelia with. "Torleik," he stated. "And yes, it seems Mauja managed to become king of the World's Edge once more. There was a competition and he and I proved the best options out of the choices. For whatever that is worth," murmured the warrior.
He took some time to inspect her again, wondering if her walled-off demeanor was a result of resentment towards her father and mother, or from a hard life of disappointment. In truth he rather liked speaking to her thus far. She didn't prance around the subject; this white and chestnut-splattered mare stated things as they were. "You said you lived here. Would you like to live here again?" Torleik's question was given cautiously, but with no ulterior motives. She had wandered home.
Snö listened quietly as the black stallion spoke his name and informed her that there had been a competition to see who would end up being the new leaders of the Edge. She found it strange that the Moon GoddessBitch would stand by and allow something to happen in her own land. "Its odd that the Goddess would have no say in who rules her land." The girl said. "I've always been under the impression that she liked to be in control of everything." She wondered how long the new leadership would last, if the Goddess would allow a king that she'd thrown away for someone else to take up his throne again. In the end did she really care if the Kings were denounced and new ones handpicked by the Goddess were put in place?
"You said you lived here. Would you like to live here again?"
The invitation took Snö by surprise and she stared at Torleik as if he'd started speaking in another language. "You're serious?" Was it really that easy? The whole being civil and polite thing was certainly received a lot better than her normal temperament was. She looked around, at the broken wall, the trees, the way the mist swirled and danced along the ground as it enveloped everything... and she realized how much she missed it. "I do." The icy girl answered. "I want to come back home."
But how would Mauja take to her calling the Edge home once more? They'd been at odds with one another since Tamlin's birth. They'd tried to get along, to make peace, but then one of them would screw up again, say something stupid, do something stupid, and they would be back at square one. "Just ... don't tell Mauja ... my dad yet. I want to find him, myself." She would just have to try harder to get along with him so she could do something with her own life.
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@[Torleik]
Snö
you're looking at an absolute zero
i'm not the devil but i won't be your hero
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