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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 again. It felt good to be back after a little bit of a stint away; the sand cushioning his hooves, the sharp air of heat, dust and sea filling his lungs, empowering him, and most of all the comfortable warmth of the late autumn sun. The sun was still young in the sky when the Morningstar touched down at the Dragon's Throat, Azeeza coasting on familiar thermals high above, the pair sharing in their delight at their homecoming. Bucephalus paused, stretching out his wings to shake off the weariness of the night's travel before he folded them against his spine, standing a bit by the shore of the still-newborn strait, merely soaking in the presence of the place that had, against his will, become a new home. Nearly a year he had thrown his weight behind the Dragon's Throat, working himself to exhaustion for them, laughing with them, and even if a few seemed a bit too... insightful about him, he couldn't deny it.
Fuck. He loved them.
Azeeza's shrill cry of delight had the black's head lifting, gazing up as a familiar phoenix swooped towards them, Azee rushing to meet her chickhood friend before the phoenix turned and flew back towards the direction of the Oasis, then back to them, a clear sign to follow. Buce nudged the falconet, urging her to keep pace with her sky-sister as he took off, galloping across the sands as fast as his long legs could carry him, golden eyes bright as he sped across the desert, a small plume of sand puffing up as his hooves struck the earth.
"Gaucho!" He called out as the dun's all-too familiar figure loomed close, flaming wings and antlers a dead giveaway to the Sultan of the Throat. A grin cracked on the Morningstar's features as he slowed to a canter, then a trot as he approached the Wildfire, head dipping in respect. "What, no welcome home party? I'm disappointed." He tsked, stopping before the dun. He'd only been gone a few weeks, half a season at most(honestly he hadn't counted), but it had been enough for him to relax, to bleed away strain that had threatened to consume him, to return to a pretty much normal state.
Which meant soon all would feel his wit again.
Oh, it was good to be home.
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GAUCHO
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
Both Mara and Vorsa turned as they saw the black and gold approaching. Vorsa was far more enthusiastic about their arrival than Mara was - she zoomed away from her place on Gaucho's antlers to greet Azeeza. Her body was now etched in flames - fire that she now had the ability to control - and she showed off his skill to her friend with delight. Trilling boastfully, she made the flames on her wings brighten for a moment before reducing down to normal.
Gaucho watched his companion with a small smirk - ever the needy one, she was certainly the more animated of his two companions. Mara was not at all bothered by this comparison, and dutifully remained silent and stoic in Gaucho's antlers.
"Buce." Gaucho greeted as his former-chancellor came to a halt. Gaucho gave the black and a gold a flat stare in response to his joke. Bucephalus' humour had never really translated over well to Gaucho, and yet he continued to try anyways. The Wildfire had gotten used to it over the seasons, and shrugged off his words with a grunt.
"Maren, Cera, and Rhoa handling crafting now." He advised, assuming Buce was either here to confirm that he wanted to remain a crafter, or do something else. He hadn't held the same position for more than a season Gaucho didn't think. What would he do this time? "Buce can keep crafting or .. Or maybe try something different. Something more up your alley ..."
They had been without a lead spy for some time now. It hadn't bothered Gaucho who preferred to handle disputes with physical strength rather than hiding in shadows but .. if the Basin had taught him nothing else, they had shown him how valuable the stealthier arts could be. Bucephalus, for all of his loud words and showy displays seemed like he would fit the job nicely. If he wanted it that was.
Seems the Wildfire wasn't in a jesting mood; that or Buce's joke hadn't registered as funny to the dun, or just wasn't funny overall. Azeeza blinked when Vorsa controlled her fire, and trilled sadly when she didn't stop flaming, a question prodding at Buce's thoughts. He paused, glancing up at the pair, a sad look in his eyes. 'No love, you cannot touch her now, she will hurt you and not mean it.' Another sad cry, before the falconet shook the sorrow of being unable to physically play with her friend as she had before. Golden eyes gleamed, and when Vorsa finished her display Azeeza did one of her own. She had no fancy magic, but what she did have was something Vorsa didn't.
Those sharp wings, fully fledged and kept well-maintained, had the little falcon hurtling through the sky, merely a dark blur as she, quite literally, flew circles around Vorsa, twisting and diving with the ease and agility all falcons possessed, showing off to her friend just as she had shown off.
Bucephalus looked back to Gaucho, glad that Azeeza chose not to linger on her sorrow; she didn't seem to be the type to focus upon that particular emotion for long. Ears pricked when Gaucho mentioned the new crafters, and the black couldn't help the faintly bitter look across his face. Where were these two new crafters when the madness of plenty was taking it's toll upon he and Cera? At Gaucho's suggestion he continued his crafting Buce merely shrugged. If he was needed as a crafter, a crafter he would be. He enjoyed it thoroughly enough.
But then Gaucho continued, and instantly every fiber of the Morningstar's attention focused upon the Wildfire. Something up his alley? Ohoho? What did that particularly cryptic(By the Sun, Gaucho was cryptic!) sentence mean? "Oh, now I'm doubly-interested. What is it, Gaucho?" Up his alley? That had the black thinking, and he mentally paled a bit. Surely the Wildfire didn't intend to offer him a position as a soldier(He liked to fight, but that didn't mean he was good at it) or, Wind and Sun forbid, a rank as a storyteller(He liked to tell tales as well, but again, didn't mean it was up his alley). As for spying...
"Spy, Gaucho?" He guessed, head tilting slightly, his voice lacking the usual merriment; this was a bit too serious for such things. He had told Gaucho once before and would again; He loved the Throat, that was unshakeable and no matter the doubts against him, he would serve until they chased him away with tooth and hoof and sword. He may be, dare he say it, not entirely well in the head(unless everyone else had a crazy psycho killer in their head who liked to destroy their lives too... Wait, did they? That would explain quite a bit), but that didn't matter worth a damn against his loyalty. If only they could see that, so he no longer had to fear them seeing the fouler creature that shared his mind and body even in it's hibernation.
"I doubt I'm needed as a warrior, or a story-teller." A flicker of a grin, but his humor was gone, replaced with a somber quiet of one who had just got done with an inner talk/turmoil. Which... he kind of had. "I do not think I would be well suited for either." Quiet were those words, spoken solemnly.
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GAUCHO
And I'd bring you further roses but it does you no good
Trilling with glee, happy that her friend wasn't holding her inflamed body against her, Vorsa watched Azeeza's aerial display with open-beaked approval. Her bright red eyes followed the blurred movements of her friend, and, as she slowed somewhat, Vorsa leaped to follow her. The phoenix's bright orangey-red body streaked after the falcon. Although she wasn't as fast, her enthusiasm provided more than enough energy to dart and play in the sky.
Gaucho gently shook away Bucephalus' insecurities, like falling sand on the wind. Bucephalus had been a mostly-formidable opponent - and even though he lost repeatedly to the Wildfire (then again, who didn't), he had tried. Very few who were burned by his fire dared to get that close again. But Bucephalus had proved that he had strength of spirit, if not of body. But, Gaucho was a benchmark best not to be measured against.
"No not spy-" Gaucho began. He certainly wasn't very good at dramatic pauses or building suspense. He was trying to make Bucephalus think that perhaps he did mean warrior or some such, for if Gaucho wasn't suggesting he be a spy, what else was there? Then again, with as crafty as Bucephalus was, he'd likely already figured out Gaucho's underlying assumption and jumped ahead. Flicking his tail, Gaucho ended the minor-pause. "Sleuth." He clarified with a dark grin. There was literally no one craftier or more cunning in his herd than Bucephalus was. So long as his allegiances could be trusted, he would make a fine sleuth. There were times that the Wildfire had questioned the Morningstar's motives, but although the black had unconventional means, after all these seasons Gaucho was firm in his belief that Bucephalus belonged on the bloody sands.
Doubting Bucephalus would turn down the offer - especially since he had already guessed in was in the spying vein, Gaucho continued. "Spies have different rank magic. Can craft lies, can go invisible ... or do better at blocking herd from thieves. Thieves not bother Throat much, not with bridge and -" A dark smile pried Gaucho's lips over as he thought of all those who had recently tried to steal from him and his herd: Diesel and Knox. One warning and they had submitted to his wraith. Then there was Confutatis, still holed up on their lands. The might of the Throat had proven victorious in every challenge; Gaucho was confident Bucephalus would not need the latter ability.
" Which Buce want?"
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