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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.
05-26-2015, 09:04 PM (This post was last modified: 05-26-2015, 09:25 PM by Megaera.)
megaera
and the water is risin' quick
and for years I was scared of it
we can't be sure when it will subside
so I won't leave your side, no I can't leave your side
The Sultana stood upon a high dune, her coal-black eyes set northward. Her rare moments of dedicated introspection had increased tenfold in the weeks since Gaucho had raised her to this new title, and here, in the light of an Orangemoon morning, she took time for another. She surveyed the beautiful sands that stretched from her feet to the shimmer of water on the horizon. ’Home.’, she thought, ’Mine to protect and to cherish.” But in order to do fulfill her duties she must leave it for a short time and venture beyond what she could see to the lands beyond.
She had put off her trip as long as possible; the invasion was well over by now and the Throat needed to reaffirm ties with all three of the northern herds. Megaera had to go and be a leader, a diplomat, and that made her more nervous that any battle would. Despite Gaucho’s faith and the Sun God’s instructions, there was more that a small part of the rookie Sultana that wanted to pass this task on to another and stay home where she was not quite so out of her depth. Ampere had brought news of the new leaders of the Edge and neither of the two new kings were characters she was keen to meet again and the leads of the Basin and the newly reformed Falls were just as intimidating, but she must go and meet with all six. She had clung to Mordecai and Einarr, her perfect excuse not to leave the Throat, but it had been several days since their return to the Veins of the Gods and she could delay no longer. She would have to leave tonight, but for now she would take a few hours for herself and her family
The bay turned to look down the sloping dune to the Oasis behind her, mentally shoving her worries to the back of her mind. Her daughter played just below and before she put on the mantle of Sultana, she was determined to just be Meg, to just be ‘Mai’ “Mordecai!” she called out playfully, exuberantly, and plunged herself down the dune. With wings spread, she half ran, half coasted down the incline, laughing as she went.
maybe i need the cracks in my skin, emotions are hard to carry
maybe i need the strength in your eyes to cut through the morning time
For the most part Mordecai was used to her mother and father being busy, such was the life of a Sultana and a warrior. She had found ways to entertain herself while they were gone, though she was sure that Megaera would be unhappy if she knew that Mordecai's entertainment involved sneaking out of the Throat. And Ab-ruh-haaam. She rather enjoyed talking to the older boy and trying to teach him her language. It was quite funny how he butchered some of the words that she found so easy to say. Unfortunately Abraham wasn't anywhere around and she'd spent most of the day wandering around, pretending not to be searching for him.
"Mordecai!"
The young girl spun around when she heard her name called and watched as her mother, mai, slid down a dune toward her. Behind her, in the spray of sand, she glimpsed the fiery body of something smiliar to what had been following her around. “Mai!” She called out happily, her own thin legs carrying her toward the dune that her mother slid down. She waited at the bottom for Meg and when she finally made it the filly's ears tilted back against her head. “Where you go?” She half asked, half demanded in the native tongue that she'd been learning. Abraham had taught her a little bit while she'd taught him some of her own language.
“Athtihar.” She said as she turned to look at the fiery cougar that stood gazing at her. “Fini hazi?” Then she looked at the one that was following her mother. “You too.”
“.”
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Translation:
athtihar: look
fini hazi: whats that?
and the water is risin' quick
and for years I was scared of it
we can't be sure when it will subside
so I won't leave your side, no I can't leave your side
It was such a lovely thing, Meg thought, the sight of the black filly running toward her. The girl was all laughter and spunk and willfulness from the dark whiskers on her nose to the fluffy white of her tail and Meg loved every bit of her. It was alarming, sometimes, just how fiercely she had come to love her adopted daughter (it had come on so fast so strong that none could have escaped its force) but for that blessing the Sultana would be forever grateful. Everytime her ears heard the little shout of ”Mai!” her heart turned over once again and she counted her lucky stars.
“Mordecai.” She said again as she reached the bottom of the dune where her little girl waited, and the adoration was plain in the quiet set of syllables. The bay reached out to drape her neck over the filly’s and pull her in for a quick embrace before the girl could squirm away. Almost immediately though, the girl was cocking her head up and firing off questions. “I am sorry, nhizi anni.” She said with an affectionate tug on the little black forelock. “The Gladiator returned from the north and Zhokwa Vorsa and I had to speak with her.”
“Athtihar.” Mordecai instructed, and Megaera followed her gaze to the fiery creature that meg had not seen properly before as her eyes had only been for her daughter. For half a moment Meg’s face fell into distress and her ears lowered as before her very gaze flitted the memory of Einarr smashing the head of a very similar cat. In the same heartbeat, the fiery caracal raced that trailed Meg raced at the cougar in the guise of an attack but as the memory faded from the mare’s mind the smaller cat took a great leap over the cougar’s back and began to prance and tumble around it in play. “Yes, I have one too.” She said, shaking off her momentary lapse. “They are tokens from Shekh Vojjor. He sends things like them from time to time when he is pleased with us. One time he put flames in everyones wings, just like Zhokwa Vorsa has.” She paused to look down at the girl, all smiles once again and spoke with the all-knowing ‘mom voice’ “Tell me, nhizi anni, fini ray yer kash yeri Mai e eshna gache?”
Notes: Translations: nhizi anni - my raven girl (pet name for Mordi) Zhokwa Vorsa - big fire (Gaucho) Shekh Vojjor - Sun God Fini ray yer kash yeri Mai e eshna gache - what have you been up to while your mother has been away (Well, i mean something close to that this ain’t on google translate ya know and Meg’s not super fluent so it works IC anyway lol)
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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