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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.
The spiderling had grown quickly (undoubtedly faster than any regular arachnid); warm against the body of the foal, protected beneath frills of young mane, drawing endless nourishment from the rampant array of lice who called her bonded’s skin home. Occasionally she was treated to feast on the blood of ignorant insects who ventured too close to view the shining silk nest she had woven between hairs – the instinct to string together brilliant webs was growing, and so too was her courage evolving. Shy and introverted (practically so, she was still smaller than the flies she lured), Ilham seldom strayed into the world beyond Zahra’s neck, but she had done so enough, to catch the interest of the perceptive filly. Though neither truly understood their unlikely romance, both felt the tightening heartstrings, as the spent every waking day together – the connection was similar to that held with Bird, and the foal quickly adopted the tiny spider into their intimate little family.
“Ilham,” Zahra trilled one morning as she and Bird lounged in a shaft of early sunlight, still deep within the forest - it was a brief reprieve in tumultuous, icy weather as the season turned evermore bitter. The spider had been named aptly by the girl, inspiration, intuition – the silken marvels she created were quite incredible, and they were rather an innovative hunting technique. “To the tree this time!” The little kitsune raised an eyelid lethargically as the voice of her sister shattered the cool silence of the forest. The filly lifted her chin in turn, gesturing towards the interwoven timber overhead, but the speck-sized spider standing upon her bunched knee dithered timidly. Each thread Ilham released, relied heavily on the wind for transport, but she had no way of explaining this fact to her eager, older-sister. Four puny eyes glanced towards the canopy overhead, but the air around them this moment was quite eerily stagnant.
There was no way.
Instead, the spider inched nearer to the descending chin of the foal, drawing all the while a thin silvery string of gossamer from her grey abdomen. The ball grew slowly, glistening in the soft light, and after an hour or so it readily attracted Zahra’s attention.
Curiously, the filly held her breath and brushed the strange bundle with her thin, careful lips – it was soft and smooth as she caressed it. Beautiful, she thought quietly. A strange yearning within compelled her to linger so near, and she began to concentrate steadily, like perhaps she had never done before; certainly she could not explain the overwhelming urge which consumed her. The silk began slowly to unwind before her eyed, to thread together with such intricacy that she almost lost her focus – at that moment the thread her mind held wavered and began to slump. Thoughts steadied promptly, and the filly’s tongue slipped out from between surrounding, clenched teeth. Even as Bird stirred concernedly from her rest, Zahra did not sway.
It took her a rather long time to create the supple white ribbon – it was only half a legs length from end to tapering end. Her skull lifted at last into the thick shadow which had long since crept across the trio’s position, and she gazed down upon the crafted item with a look of unmistakable bewilderment. So too were her sister’s amazed. Bird rose steadily to her feet (she had been watching unwaveringly, fixed to the spot), and her nose lowered towards it. The little spider returned quickly to her silken cocoon in the filly’s fine mane, confused, but equally impressed. “That’s so cool!” Zahra whispered at last, ghosting her trembling nose along the puppy’s furry back until she too was poised above the ribbon. Gently she took the end item between her lips. Swiftly she drew her skull to one side and the fabric rippled and snapped, trailing her movement. “I love it,” she hummed, eyes closed as her face hurtled then suddenly in the opposite direction.
From the tree, a raven watched. A raven, with golden eyes and a skull marked face, which was in fact, no raven at all.
Isopia liked the woods. They were deep and dense, and hardly traversed. At least, not this deep in. Seldom did any wander down the darkened paths, and when they did, they usually did not linger. And so as the trio - though at first Isopia could only see a pair - stopped, her interest was pulled downwards if only out of annoyance at having to share this part of the woods with another.
But what she saw disassembled any animosity that she momentarily felt. The small spider - now visible that four sets of eyes were looking at it - was making something. At first the demi-child didn't know what it was, but soon a shape began to form, and as the fledgling child took it between her lips, it made sense. Sort of.
A ribbon? Isopia wondered, as Zhara twirled it back and forth by shaking her head. Why? What was the point of making a ribbon? Was it to become part of something bigger? The earth-child had no notion of aesthetics or toys. She knew what they were of course, just not what value they had. Why waste energy and matter on something so inconsequential? Re-arranging her black wings, she continued to mediate on this issue, but found no adequate solution in her vast mind. Although she was often intimidated by the appearance of others as it meant having to guess at social correctness, the trio below didn't seem to pose a threat. The girl looked rather young (even though they were likely the same age), and companions of course couldn't speak. Besides, Isopia held dragons in the highest regard - what bother should a kitsune and a spider hold?
Spreading her black avian wings, the raven tipped from the branch and cascaded forwards, transforming as she went. Her wings elongated, became pale and muddled, as an enormously lanky body sprouted from what was once a ravens chest. Although Isopia was only two seasons old, she appeared like a full grown 2-year old, albeit a massive one. She was massively tall, although part of her height was hidden by her long legs. Blood splattered patterns dotted her body, though remained predominantly on her left front leg and wing. As her forelegs touched the ground, the demi-child spun to face the trio, although her hardened golden stare was focused primarily on the ribbon-twirler, Zhara. Her quad horned skull followed the movements skeptically, as she tucked her wings against her pale flanks.
"Why do you love it?" She asked, mimicking what Zahra only moments ago had indicated, in her usual academic and distant voice. That the girl loved the ribbon made no sense to Isopia. It was just silk, and not even very long. It certainly didn't appear useful. She could just as easily be twirling her own hair, or some grasses. What was the point? What value did it have? Why did the spider make it in the first place?
As she stood still, awaiting an answer, her magic slowly began to take hold of her godly body. Her hooves sank into the earth, as dirt slowly ate away at her russet fetlocks. Grasses and mosses began to slowly grow up her bones to her knees, as if she were being planted into the earth and taken over by its greenery as they spoke.
It had taken a long, long time (basically forever) for him to find all the right materials. For a while he'd thought that he might never find the exactly perfect metal- and then in a stroke of luck he'd run into a nugget of gold, literally stumbled over it in the Heart caves, and inspiration had struck the aspiring artist just when he needed it most. He'd retreated back to his stash in the rocks of the coastline, and for then next couple hours, he'd worked, while Squishy dutifully watched.
The finished product was small, and crude, but he'd poured his heart into it and he stared at it with a powerful pride. Now he only had to findher, and his creation would be complete.
Zero wandered through the forest where he'd first met Isopia, with Squishy trailing dutifully behind. He wasn't sure exactly what he expected to find. Something awesome, hopefully, or at the very least pretty darn cool. The sun slanted lazily through gaps in the trees above, casting puddles of light on the forest floor, and Zero had been jumping from sunbeam to sunbeam in a strange, reversed game of the floor is hot lava! He liked it beneath the trees, though he also liked the desert, of course, and the ocean- he liked everything, pretty much, but he was learning to distinguish between what exactly he liked. The forest felt safe, like a hug from the Earth. It wrapped around him and held him close, blocking out the terrible endlessness of the sky. The forest held secrets, he had decided, but not big ones like whales. Little secrets, tiny secrets which sat beneath rocks and under roots, just waiting to be unearthed, and he was gonna find all of them, and show them all to Ma.
He didn't get anywhere particularly fast, but that was okay. For a boy whose brain never seemed to stop, Zero fell easily into his own worlds, losing track of time (and himself). He'd abandoned his lava game in favor of a finding game, one which made him stop regularly when something interesting caught his eye, and he might have missed the girls entirely had it not been for a lucky shift in the wind. "...You love it?" came a familiar voice, drifting calmly through the trees, and the boy's ears pricked up as he recognized his friend, delight blooming in his heart.
Isopia! Grinning, the boy picked up his pace, darting and drifting through trees in the direction from which the voice had come. The thought of her brought a strange (but not entirely unpleasant) tightness in his stomach, and he wanted to jump in his excitement to see her. He could show her Squishy, tell her that he'd found his magic after all, share tales of his adventures; and he could hear her stories, and it would be wonderful, he expected, because what else could it be? He wondered if she had changed, and if she would notice the feathers in his hair?
"Iso!"
Triumphantly he burst out of the trees, dark legs striking haphazardly at the ground. Surprise! his body language seemed to say, before morphing quickly to surprised! and the boy nearly stumbled back in surprise. The creature before him was his friend, but not- his eyes traveled up her impossibly large figure with increasing amazement, the maturity which dwarfed him. He blinked at her, speechless, black mouth agape; was this really his Isopia? And if so, how? Had it really been so long? Why was she so much bigger than him? They'd been the same size last time, he was pretty sure, but now she looked like a grown up, and he was still a short and gangly colt, and, and...
And was that Zah'a behind her?
It was officially too much for the lightning-backed boy to handle, though the appearance of Zah'a gave filled him with nothing but brilliant delight. Between the magically grown Isopia and the remarkably returned Zah'a, Zero really know where to turn or what to think about first. Zah'a was okay! Isopia was huge! And he had a present, and so much to tell them, and so much he wanted to ask! In a flurry his head flipped from girl to girl, words rising half-formed and dying on his lips. It was rare for the boy to be at a loss for words. He wanted to say a million things, but in the end the only coherent exclamation that made it from his lips was an explosive, elated, "Hey!"
The kitsune’s young driving instincts did not discriminate – a meal was a meal, and with the spotted stallion they had come to reply upon yet to return with their breakfast, the famished puppy could think of no delicacy finer than the feathered flesh as it tipped from the boughs far over her head.
Black, glossy clean feather’s seemed to shine, to exaggerate the beauty of the prize as it slipped between spindly shafts of warm sunlight and in one blazing action Bird lifted across crouching limbs tentatively, bright white ears betraying too easily the intention ripe behind her glistening green eyes. As her tongue slipped accidentally from beneath flared whiskers to caress the soft cheek as it trembled with excitement, the most unexpected thing happened – her prey began a gruesome transformation, and suddenly became the least appetising thing she could think of…
Though slow and measured was her impromptu dance, Zahra stepped lithely, beautifully through the matted forest litter, weaving a complex pattern through and around the dusty spotlight which sank through the thick canopy overhead. The ribbon streamed from her upturned lips, twirling and snapping softly with every deliberately sharp pivot. But her absentminded show was over more suddenly than it had begun. The black bird which had (uninterestingly) attracted her sister’s interest began to grow from beneath, in length – to change form and colour altogether!
Disbelief… Alarm…
The foal watched with wide, astonished eyes – though somewhere in the back of her mind she could recall seeing a similarly bizarre transformation, long, long ago. The tiny white kitsune (golden accents yet to mare the crisp, mostly clean pelt), skidded to a hasty halt between gangly black forelegs and Zahra could feel her sister trembling fiercely. A tender nuzzle was offered briefly upon the puppy’s soft cheek and in the seconds which followed, the creature – an enormously poised winged horse – came to rest right before them. Appropriately intimidated, the two-coloured filly shuffled backwards, making certain that her younger sister remained safely tucked beneath and the ribbon slipped out of her grip, curling down to sit delicately upon the ground.
The stranger spoke which only fed further the insecurity overwhelming Zahra’s mind. “I…” the foal began hesitantly, stumbling between thoughts; words failing to fall together across her tongue. “We… we made it… and,” she answered in part, after a length pause spent admiring fearfully the astounding creature that the mare in truth was. Not only was she nearly as tall as the tangled timber ceiling of the forest (the perspective of a very small child, of course), the crow-mare had four strange bent horns and hard, unsettling eyes. Still the most unusual part of her was slow to emerge – the earth seemed to grow upon her, or devour each leg the longer she remained. Impressionable eyes soon found themselves fixed to the spectacle and she blurted anxiously, “Miss! Miss, the forest is trying to eat you!”
Zahra certainly had no ambition to join her and shook as she stood with jaws agape, watching.
A shrill voice shattered the moment and the foal’s knobbly knees twisted together as she spun awkwardly and distractedly to meet the arrival. Zero burst through the trees and in that split second she both lunged towards the sanctuary his awesomely convenient timing presented, and balked suddenly to a halt as the word bursting from his lungs did not affirm her relief. Iso was not her? That isn’t me? and her eyes trailed back towards the looming crow-mare upon who the colt’s confident gaze had been set. Feeling both unnerved and overcome with disappointment, Zahra shrank towards her flanking sister with hunched shoulders and ears folded uncertainly to either side of her black brow. Perhaps she could slip from the presence of the strange earth-eaten mare while Zero distracted her…
He seemed equally confronted though, paused in place with what she could only presume to be blended confusion and surprise marring the bold self-assurance she had very much remembered. The golden-bellied girl squirmed as she dithered, the tallest acting as a mountain between them. The collar was beginning to press painfully across her sloping, fleshless withers, its ill-fit a burden that called for frequent rest-periods upon the ground – her golden gaze turned to scout the wooden bars of what now felt like closing prison walls for her brother; the greatest safety-net she could find in this world.
Hey!
An anti-climax…
Adrenaline purged for nothing?
Breath tumbled at such a rate from her clenched chest that each paper thin nostril rattled vigorously and loudly. There was no disguising her discomfort – the stress pinching viciously at the tight, thin canvas of her coat. Nervously and quietly she held her ground, waiting to see what perhaps her brave-best-friend would do next.
08-23-2015, 12:49 AM (This post was last modified: 08-23-2015, 12:49 AM by Isopia.)
Isopia
[CASUALLY UN-ARCHIVES THIS LIKE THE ASSHOLE THAT I AM FOR NOT REPLYING ;-; @Zahra@Zèklè ]
We made it.
The girl sort of understood - and that clearly displayed on her death-marked features, as her hardened golden stare bore down upon the girl and her accomplices while she thought. That they made it transfers intrinsic value to the creation? Does that only hold for the creator and their creation? Or, if something is created, does it simply have value?. Her stare moved to look at the rocks and trees around them. Were you created? she wondered silently, her mind vaguely thinking of her Father. He didn't create everything, though certainly the things he did create those around found valuable...as they did with the other Gods...
Was everything created? Or were somethings just the product of evolution? Of life and death?
Isopia would have been happy to spiral into this existential crisis - and might well have - if it weren't for the sound of the first syllable of her name ringing out through the trees.
Iso!
Her blood pressure seemed to spike. The girl's pulse quickened, and she was sure that she felt the blood stammering through her veins. Immediately her ears began to burn and her cheeks coloured.
Iso!
There was only one who knew that name and held that voice - and they were precisely the same person. Zero. Her heart broke and then crumpled.
Iso!
Betrayal. Confusion. She had worked so hard to learn her name. It wasn't just for anyone. Didn't Zekle understand that? Didn't Zero understand her?
Iso!
His happy gaze flitted from girl to girl, and Iso felt her heart burst. There was recognition in his eyes, surely. The girl didn't doubt what she saw, and almost with an accusatory glare she diverted her gaze from the trees where Zero had appeared, to Zahra. If only Iso knew that both females considered Zero their bestfriend, she might have merely transformed into a raven and saved herself the embarrassment. As it was, she thought it couldn't possibly be true. There had to be some reason why Zero used her name - her oh so precious name - in front of this stranger.
"err-" It was the best she could mumble, as her golden gaze roamed back towards Zero. Did he shrink? She wondered briefly, folding her wings even more tightly against her flanks as if trying to appear even smaller. Her lofty height hadn't bothered her when it was just herself and the golden-bellied girl. But in Zero's presence, suddenly it did. When last she saw him, they were almost the same height. She was perhaps slightly taller, but it was nothing compared to now.
Will he notice? She wondered silently, trying to force her cheek muscles into complying with the smile she was forcing onto her death-marked face.
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