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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.
05-19-2015, 06:29 PM (This post was last modified: 05-19-2015, 06:30 PM by Misael.)
My smirk can kill,
Being a devil is in my blood
Misael's hooves of gold looked cracked and dry, his throat burned and his tongue was that of sandpaper. The stallion of stripes had traveled nonstop for weeks. His eyes were heavy with his exhaustion but the brute continued on, his eyes of liquid gold not once dulling, but continuing to burn within his orbs. Once he arrived to this strange place known as Helovia, he met a stallion that went by the name of Rostislav as well as his dog-like creature that he had seen when Misael traveled to the Hidden Falls with Rostislav. The path away from the Falls was one he desired to make even though he did not quite know his destination, the falls seemed no longer a place of wish to be. He had left not long after Rostislav and himself had arrived at the falls, realizing the falls was in loosing conflict, it became a place that did not support such a soul as himself. Misael was a winner, a fighter, one who basked in his glories and disregarded his failures. Misael was not being rude(perhaps he is, he isn't a kind soul) he might've stayed but his confusion in it all left him choosing to head south, to where he did not know, but he knew he had to just keep walking until something arrived within his path.
A copper hoof sunk into warm sand, the grains running away from the sudden impact. Misael raised his lowered head and saw a horizon of sand, shrubby dotting the desert and in the middle was a bridge of some sort, he wasn't entirely sure what he was looking at, but it seemed to be accessible by a select crowd. His horned head tilted with utter curiosity, and he scanned the area. Tossing his floor length mane, he lifted his head and released a loud shrill. One that could catch any nearby's attention, but held no threat. Would his call be answered?
TAG: @[Gaucho] @[Megaera] and anyone else
NOTES: sorry for crap, learning him
TAG: @[Gaucho] @[Megaera] and anyone else
NOTES: sorry for crap, learning him
The sound caught Gaucho's ears almost immediately. At his side, Vorsa, a small phoenix chick, hopped into the air trilling her intrigue. 'Venture? She inquired into his mind, happily forcing her brilliantly orange body higher and looking out over the calm waters. Mara, a serpent, lay silent in Gaucho's antlers. She heard the young companion's question, and offered no response. It wasn't an adventure, merely a call that required a response. But her cynicism would not be transferred to the young companion. She wasn't cruel.
Grunting, the Wildfire took to the air. On flaming wings of blackened feathers he flew easily over the channel that he himself, with the aid of the God of the Sun, had created. Now there was a barrier of water protecting the bloody sands - his bloody sands - from unwanted guests. Every time they called out to him across the waters, he smiled. The lengthiness of his quest had not been for naught. His family was safe.
As he flew, Misael slowly came into view. He was coloured with some bastardized rainbow pattern, and boasted two large horns upon his head. The stallion was clearly of a heavy lineage, and Gaucho guessed - even from his current distance - that the unicorn was likely taller than he. There weren't many around who could say that ...
What was his purpose? He could have been from the Edge, the Falls, or the Basin. All would have reason to visit, especially after recent events.
The flight across did not take long - not for one who flew as swiftly as Gaucho did. He had no real use for the bridge, other than the escort others across it, and so did not make use of it, instead preferring to fly directly from where he had been in the Throat, to Misael's current position. Landing gently on the rugged shoreline, Gaucho folded his ever-burning wings against his darkened flanks. Even if he wasn't as tall as Misael, Gaucho was still a sight to behold. Draped in primitive strength and primal features, it was clear that the Sultan of the Throat had not made his way there with a silver tongue. Oh no, his muscular physique spoke volumes.
"You call?" Gaucho inquired, his voice its regular mix of dropped words and resonant tones. The native language of Helovia was still one that he was learning, and as such it sounded rough as it flowed off of his tongue. But no matter, he was sure the horned brute would take his meaning all the same.
Please tag me in every post! Magic/Force is allowed on Gaucho at any time.
05-24-2015, 11:28 PM (This post was last modified: 05-24-2015, 11:28 PM by Misael.)
My smirk can kill,
Being a devil is in my blood
Misael's eyes of gold found themselves looking up as a figure of flame flew into his view. It was an interesting site, seeing flames act as decoration rather then danger. The stallion of brown and ebonite was a view that could compete with his own, the antlers that sprung from his head sported a serpentine creature. It was strange but enjoyable to see. Misael's body stiffened and flexed as his head rose taller, a regal look washing over his colorful features. Upon analyzing the features of the brute before him, Misael assumed that he could be the one who ruled the lands behind locked doors. His stature was toned and mighty, as if the experience he held radiated off him in waves. The ibex horned stag glanced towards the bridge that he had yet to admire it's creativeness. Misael couldn't help but wonder why such an invention was necessary, perhaps he could ask an inhabitant the story behind the bridge, a story that would fulfill is ever-desiring demand of stories.
"You call" The brute spoke, his voice holding the same deepness and well roundness of his own. He did not welcome him, did not inquire his reasoning here, or ask of his name. Misael was not bothered by such treatment as he knew that he would act no differently. Twisting two midnight azure ears forward his rich and sonorous voice slithered of his devilish tongue. "I did indeed." The stallion remarked, a slight contemplation in playing his own game, but refused the thought quickly. This was no matter of trickery and games, this was business and he would treat it as so. "I call myself Misael. I am here to inquire about the lands that lay behind the bridge of yours, as I am interested in joining the herd, presumed that there is such a thing behind the bridge." He said smoothly, his confidence in himself easily seeping through his facade.
TAG: @[Gaucho]
NOTES: Blehhhh, my writing goes to shit with Mis. -cries-
05-26-2015, 04:22 PM (This post was last modified: 05-26-2015, 04:22 PM by Gaucho.)
Gaucho listened as the stallion spoke. Apparently he was simply ... new here. He hadn't come from the other herds, and apparently came with only his intentions and no others. The Wildfire's dark ears flickered slightly as he looked for any sign which betrayed what the stallion was communicating with his lips. It was just after an invasion after all, spies were to be expected. And, it was rather odd that a horn creature would come this far east, rather than abide North with the other unicorns. Gaucho had unicorns within his family, as did all the other herds, but normally they had a reason for joining a herd which was predominantly flighted. It didn't bother Gaucho, but he did find it slightly odd.
Vorsa, his phoenix, trilled a bright hello before landing in Gaucho's antlers and casting a warm light over his stoic features.
"I Gaucho the Wildfire." He returned in greeting, curling his pierced nose towards his chest. "This my herd - Dragon's Throat." He confirmed, motioning an ever-flaming wing towards the island behind them. Although not many of the details could be seen from the shore, the Throat was thriving and humming with life.
Narrowing his gaze slightly, he refocused his attention on the coloured creature before him. "Why you want to come to Throat? What you know about us?" Gaucho inquired in his usual broken english. Regardless of how choppy his phrasing was, it was clear that he was no simpleton. The multiple scars and the well-muscled physique were testament enough to Gaucho's skills and experience as a leader and warrior.
(Ahhh terrible. I'm so sorry. x.x)
Please tag me in every post! Magic/Force is allowed on Gaucho at any time.
It seemed rather obvious that both of the mighty and powerful stallions that stood before each other were analyzing every crevice, every vice they could possible find. It was of Misael's character to bore into those around him, he liked to dig deep and find the good stuff. All these practices of investigation and interrogation made him exceed well beyond necessary limits of one who wanted to be a master of manipulation and shadowy. Misael's facade never once slipped up, he only expressed what he approved of expressing and nothing else, he was indeed a man of mystery after all.
His mind was brought out of it's stage of questioning and examining as a orange flame engulfed bird flew onto the antlers of his keeper. It chirped and Misael grew a humored smile, enjoying the animal's color and chirp. Gaucho was what the man with a bone piercing his nose called himself. Misael hadn't yet realized the broken English he carried, and he tried to let it not bother him, but since he was a man of fine English, it did make him wonder why his voice was not full and structured. Yes, there was other languages and he was aware of such knowledge, so the striped stallion added a note to the mental profile he carried of Gaucho 'Native language not of Helovians, home town must not be from Helovia(?)'
The place he had traveled to had a name, Dragon's Throat, and Misael found it strange that it had such a name. Was there a story behind the said Throat's name? He had no idea, but figured that he could find out this in a much more appropriate setting. "Pleased to meet you Gaucho." Misael spoke respectively, even dipping a horned head in a signal to his recognition of Gaucho's authority, leaders became and stayed leaders because at some point they did something right and earned their rightful spot, and Misael was not about to question the strange winged ruler.
"In my most honest words, I stumbled upon your herd by accident. I am a recent traveler to this realm and joined at the wrong time--the invasion, my previous herd became inadequate and I decided to travel south and see what I might cross paths with. I can offer you my abilities, that I am confident you will enjoy. Although I am a new equine amongst this isle, I am most certainly not new in the works of intelligence gathering and prying. If your herd mirrors the set up of my previous home, I assume that such position is available?" He was not forcing himself on the bay flaming beast, but making him aware what he wanted and how well he could make use of being in such a position. Now it was up to Gaucho to decide what he wanted to do with such a creature as Misael, in every confident man there was a risk in employing him, but hardly ever does one regret such a decision. Confidence meet success.
OCC: Sorry for such the long wait! I was busy and ran out of time, and then posts got deleted and table problems LOL
Happenstance was as good of a reason as any for Gaucho. After all, had it not been Levi of the Throat who had found Gaucho wandering through the threshold all those long years ago, his fate could have been much different. He could have been the leader of a different herd, nor perhaps no lead at all. Were that the case, his body would not burn with multiple points of light - all gifts from the Sun God to whom he had pledged his life-long fealty. And so, if it was the Lord of Lights' will that this strangely coloured creature should wash up upon his shores, then so be it.
"Gaucho have shadows that slip in dark places unnoticed. Bucephalus leads our spies - if Misael want that rank, must first speak with him." Of course Gaucho had the authority to place anyone in any rank that he chose, but if Bucephalus was to get along with this fellow, best that he make that call himself. Then again, he very much doubted Bucephalus would turn him down. The black and gold always liked having little birds of knowledge at his disposal, and while Misael did not have wings, something told Gaucho that that wouldn't be a problem.
"Come - Gaucho make Dragon's Throat an island. Once there was a land-bridge connecting it to these shores. No more." On long limbs Gaucho strode towards where the magical bridge could be utilized. Opening a wing, he waved it in front of a pillar of stones. Hidden in his feathers was a key - and when it came close enough to the lock hidden in the rubble, fire suddenly danced through the sky. "Come." Gaucho repeated. When Miseal stepped onto the bridge, wings of harmlessly burning flames would envelope his body, transporting him over to the Throat.
Gaucho liked this impressive display of the Throat's might. The Basin had their sentinels, but those were created by Ulrik. They possessed a mortal magic, rather than the love and might of the Sun God which is what allowed his magical bridge of fire to burn. The Wildfire obviously did not need to utilize the flaming wings, for he had a pair of his own. Lifting off from the sands, Gaucho glided alongside Miseal. The light from each of their wings cast beautiful and sparkling patterns on the raging waters below. Gaucho breathed deeply, inhaling the salty air as they zoomed across the bay. Quickly the bloody sands of the Throat became clear, and Gaucho prepared to land on the ever-warm sands of his home.
I'll mark you as a DT sleuth. Make sure to speak with Bucephalus!
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