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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.
Tangere’s humble little rock home lies between the hot springs and the medic’s cave, tucked back on the very edge on the side of a jagged, pissed off looking peak. She was high up, high enough to see most of the valley below – a beautiful view of the lake and beyond that the sentinels guarded the background. Each morning or brightly lit full moon night she lets her gaze fall over the Basin’s wholeness, watching the bodies buzz beneath her while she remains in solitude. She slips out into the bright, unhindered sunlight that beams against the cold wet stone of her cave entrance. Her split toes grab effortlessly at the rugged slippery surface as she peers over the vastness of her icy home and it’s equally chilly residents. This night is quiet and the moon is waning – only a sliver of her normal self tonight. Stray clouds floating in harmony under the stars and their grinning companion as she and her bird, atop his knotted pine perch, watch the moving sky reflect off of the lake.
She supposes it is time to find either Hotoru or Thranduil and speak to them about her position amongst her community. She half expects a firm talking to, perhaps a serious demotion for her disappearance. She shakes her head to herself and reluctantly pushes off to trot down the twisting narrow path that trickles down the ridge-side. She comes out at the base and for some reason feels the urge to head to the springs. It would be nice to soak her bones and perhaps the golden boy and his wolf-skin are lurking about so she may speak with him. Meanwhile the raven splits away into the high skies to look for any sign of either of the new leaders. She contemplates for a moment what she might say or do, or how she really feels about this newest shift – perhaps it is some relief for the stone and ice fortress that is the Basin. Perhaps this is just what she needs…after changing shows so much you’re bound to find a pair you like, eh? She shakes her head to herself once again and slips up the hillside to the steaming pools of crystalline waters. She sinks into them without hesitation, looking around for any sign of anybody. It is indeed in the middle of the night, but around here that hardly seems to matter…the horned folk are of the night, she’s gathered. She surely is, at the very least. She sees no one for now but keeps a keen eye, her raven sending images of his search as he soars high and low, detailing each corner of his home.
@[Thranduil] and opeeenn {:
You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
The built up rage still tickled at that golden’s serenity. An unspent force, devoid of its satisfaction, left to toss and turn in the night. At last he could not stand it any longer. His bones ached with unsettled moments of that day. Snorting, the gold stands up. Haldir, sleeping on a blue cloak raises his weary head up. He had not the restlessness of the gold, and the connection to his bonded, which threatened to enter those feeling in him was most unwelcomed. So he lowers his head and curls up tighter. Shaking his crowned head the gold moves to the cave’s opening. From its place he picks up the wolf hide cloak and slips it over his shoulders. Its warmth a welcome in the chill of threatening winter. Earth eyes gaze over the calm and quiet Basin. Its stillness and peace still though to not transcend to him. Steam rises to the left of his panorama view and it sparks and idea. Slipping off into the forests below he leaves Haldir to sleep and heads for the hot springs.
He could hear the calming bubbling of water and hiss of steam from afar and already like whispers they teased him with an ease. He could unwind there and think clearly perhaps, for surely no one would be there in this late hour. The gold was very much wrong. Though her white chiseled features were very hard to pick out in the steam, he spied another resting in a pool. His pace slows and he lets out a sigh of malcontent. Of course there was someone about, as many creepy crawlies as the Basin held, there was bound to be someone. But this creature was a curious one. He had seen her about, and at the meeting, but never recalled her name or place. It was a distracting mystery, and one he would gladly follow up on.
Stepping into the same pool as she, he rumbles a nicker to her. For once he wasn’t a beasty trying to frighten. He knew little about the white raven above who kept watch or if he had already been seen. Stopping up at the pools edge, enjoying for a moment the steam rolling up and wrapping around his barrel he speaks up. His voice low and deep with the weight of the sleepless night. “You were at the meeting but I know not your name.” It was not a question, but more like a hidden command. He was tired and worn, he wanted a distraction but not a field day. This was not the time for elaborate games and challenges. Instead perhaps the conversation and company might even be welcomed. Perhaps it could slip away the ills of the day.
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His shadow shrouds out the silvery moonlight, his silence conceals him without doubt – it is his deep, rumbling stone voice that breaks her meditation. She turns slowly with a grin; she recognizes his voice and the smell of the hide draped across his golden withers. When her eyes settle on his the ribbons of silver light reflects between their gazes, she looks him over – a rather curious looking handsome fellow. And blunt. “I am Tangere.” Her grin deepens at the corners of her mottled mouth, “And you are Thranduil.” Her long white lashes blink over her warm eyes, her smile strong and genuine but a little suspicious of deviancy – it is not quite an innocent grin, more like a charming expectant smirk. Perhaps he won’t read her that harshly though, and simply let her grin madly at him.
She does not bother to step out of the bubbling, warm waters; allowing the steam to swallow her as she stares up at him with saucery amber eyes. “And how is the leadership role treating you?” Her voice is soft and she now directs her tender eyes to the water’s surface, a white dart streams passed the steam’s swimming reflections across the glassy surface – it is Phrixus flying above. He is quiet and perches with secrecy, sinking into the shadows to watch the pair. “I do hope Deimos isn’t being too much of a lump. He does that sometimes.” She chuckles lightly to herself, not really concerned with whether or not Thran actually finds such a comment humorous. She certainly loves to pick on Deimos’s piss poor attitude whenever she can get away with it.
She sucks in a deep breath and disturbs the coiling fingers of steam rising from the warm pool when she exhales. Soon it will be time to address her rank…and ambitions. It seems she is a Scourge, which is a huge demotion, but she shan’t complain…she did indeed disappear when they needed her as a Mender. She’s been a Medic – and a Mender, but never the bottom, never a Scourge. Perhaps it isn’t even worth mentioning, perhaps just gathering buds and leaves and roots obediently until something shifts in her favor.
@[Thranduil]
ughhh, haven't written in a while..sorry if its crap-town (:
You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
Well it could have been worse. She could have been a big ass dude, or an ugly old lady. She was in fact, neither. Very much neither. His smile rises to match hers, not minding as her eyes search over him. He was used to that, as all handsome vain stallions are. Tangere though was a name he had not heard before. The gold drops her gaze and moves into the water. He wasn’t all together impressed until she volunteered his name for him. He stops then and with a wide grin looks back at her. “Indeed.” It came out like a whisper, as he turned away and wandered in further.
The hot water washed over his cold skin, warming him down to the bone, and washing away the strain of the day. The steam warmed the rest of him, curling around his body and caressing it with soft moist glances. Her voice picks up again, and harks lazily move back to her. The question though breaks the moonlight magic. Head rises, and while the smile is still there, his eyes have reverted to the deadened cold they were before. “Like royalty” The sarcastic phrase slipped out. She was there at the meeting, she had seen what happened, and the stone cold of his chest awoke against the hot springs. He turns away as she speaks up again, but this time he does not turn around.
At hearing her chuckle, he returns it distantly. Inside though he was curious. How did she know of Deimos. The dark lord kept his distance from others, and only one who knew him close could gain something more than a terrifying stare. But perhaps she was guessing, bluffing, and putting on the little she knew. Curious though. This relaxing dip in the springs was turning to much less pleasurable experience. “Is that so…” he lets it trail off as he continues to move into the water. Let it excuse he lost thoughts.
When he turns around in the depths of the water to face her he is still wearing a smirk, but it is much calmer. Did he wonder why she smiled at him so slap happy? Not really no. So many of the ladies did he rarely even gave those looks a second insight. Still he wanted to move on. “So you’re not new around here. What finds you here so late in the night?” The gold settles in, letting his body sag in the warmth. But his first peace was broken now, and there was still a tension in his eyes, hidden in the shadows of the night.
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
Please tag in every post.
Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
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