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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.
Frostfall has arrived, and with the first gentle flurries of flakes from the sky, you point yourself south. The journey to the borders of the Dragon’s Throat is uneventful, but still you are nervous. It has been many weeks since you have last seen Bucephalus, and you find yourself wondering if his invitation to join him still stands. Fervently, you hope so—where else do you have to turn? The gates of your past have clanged shut behind you, and the only place left to look is to the future. You were not made to be a solitary creature; and even though you may not deserve it, you crave the warmth and reassurance of others, of family, especially now that none of your own remain.
It still hurts, knowing you have lost both Th’orqui and Quil in one fell swoop, and your nights are often filled with quiet tears and muffled sobs. During the day, the loss settles into a dull ache that throbs next to your heart, punctuated only by the sharp pangs of guilt that strike you every so often, as you remember how you abandoned your last herd. Despite Bucephalus’ advice, you have not returned to the Edge, nor visited the Falls since your return to Helovia—the shame is too great. Even now, you feel a sense of trepidation about the impending arrangement, if the Throat will have you. You want a clean slate, but will they want you? You can only hope that Bucephalus’ kingdom will take you in and allow you to live a quiet and unobtrusive life within their borders, for now that is what you’re best suited for. No longer princess, no longer Seer: just Nasreen, plain and simple.
@[Bucephalus] and open—Nasreen’s joining thread c;
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Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
She had been practicing with her shield, taking it out and blowing it back to size, then whipping it around to defend from some unseen attack, all as quickly as she could. A time or two she'd accidentally flung the shield away in her rush, or bruised some part of her body for the third time that day, but all of the mistakes and the victories, however small, assisted her skill. By the end of it, she had worked up a mild sweat, even this time of the year.
Shaking herself off Ampere glanced over to the pillars out of habit more than anything, and there noticed a figure on the other side. It was far, and Ampere squinted as she tried to see, but it seemed like the shape had wings. Stretching out her own, Ampere leapt into the winds after a stretch of galloping. She coasted on their warm thermals easily, relishing the weightlessness that flight always brought her; a sense of freedom and escape, even when she was hurtling right into duty.
Easily flapping over the sea that split the herd from the mainland, Ampere drifted towards the mare that waited patiently, her features unfamiliar to the Mother of Companions. It didn't matter though, the mare was respectful and winged, she was practically a sister already. "Hi!" she called out as she flew overhead, descending to land amid the sand, black wings sweeping back to corral the wind while her legs stretched out to greet the earth. Turning to face the stranger, Ampere lent her the bright blue of her gaze, a gentle smile curving on her dark lips. "I'm surprised you didn't use your wings to come over," Ampere began casually, and honestly. "Or were you just looking? Either way, welcome to the Dragon's Throat, what can we do for you?"
Tag me only if starting a new thread.
Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
He hadn't been combing the beach, he told himself.
She didn't want/need to come, she probably found her home back in the Edge.
He should visit her.
Over and over the thoughts danced through his mind, every evening he'd glide over the border of the Throat, his gaze drawn to the mainland in the distance, waiting for a certain winged figure to appear through the surf and haze of heat. She never did, though that didn't stop him from continuing his routine. Azeeza had enough of it, and preferred to remain back by his roost and sleep, rather than fly the long stretch searching for a mare she didn't particularly care for.
She wasn't going to come. She was going to come.
A glimpse of black and blue turned Bucephalus's gaze from the mainland shore to the strip of earth beneath him. He watched as Ampere descended, with the energy and power he knew she possessed in every fiber of her being, a creature of air as much as he. What drew her down to the earth, then? He dropped his altitude, golden eyes roaming to figure out what she was aiming for.
She was here.
His wings missed a beat, but he smoothly turned it into a steep dive. Wind screamed as his mass tore through it like a knife, every facet of his body built for this type of cutting speed. Rapidly the earth loomed, almost eager in it's desire to meet him and pulverize his body to mush. The earth was denied this day, for the Morningstar flared his wings, cupping the air to halt his descent, gaze focused upon Nasreen, a wide grin already breaking out upon his features. His hooves hit the sand and continued in a prance, wings tucking to his sides as Bucephalus strolled over to the pair of mares(heh, rhymes), ears pricked sharp, that grin of his filled with delight and a bit of smug-ness.
Of course she came. He had asked her... so she would, right? They were friends... right?
"Nasreen! You've kept me waiting." He mock-scolded, halting before the pair, dipping his head in respect to Ampere before once more looking to Nasreen. "You've been well?" He asked, quieter this time, his grin fading a bit in it's brightness. Suddenly a feeling of...anxiety came over him, and he began rocking left-to-right slightly, gaze flickering between Nasreen and Ampere.
Both had seen him at his worst, Ampere however had gotten a full episode, whilst Nasreen only a peek. Ears pinned back the slightest bit, a tired-sort of wariness replacing the delight that had been in his gold eyes as he watched them both, unsure now of his position with them, of the strength of friendship he had with either of them.
OOC: oh hello weird style hi I like you.
Tag; @[Ampere] @[Nasreen]
Can't Chain Me Down
I'm Comin' At You At The Speed Of Sound
You have never been particularly shy, but somehow you can’t help but feel as if you are intruding. When Kahlua had invited you to join her family, she had taken you straight to the Edge from the Threshold, but Bucephalus had told you to meet him…so where was he? However, you are not waiting long before a dark shape appears in the sky. Copper head darts up, and for a moment your breath catches in your throat…but no, it is not Bucephalus—you can tell by the flying. While his movement is seemingly always punctuated by sudden dives, spirals, and barrel rolls, the figure approaching you is graceful but direct. You shift your weight nervously as the unfamiliar pegasus draws closer, revealing a small but muscular mare whose dark body is accented by a beautiful electric blue.
“Hi!” she calls out just before landing, and you start to feel a little better when she adds in a friendly tone, “I’m surprised you didn’t use your wings to come over.” You duck your head, a little unsure. Should you have waited at the shores of the island instead? “Or were you just looking?” the stranger continues. “Either way, welcome to the Dragon’s Throat, what can we do for you?”
Encouraged by the mare’s smile, you offer a tentative one of your own. “Hello…I’m Nasreen,” you begin by way of introduction. “I didn’t know where the border was…but I’m looking for Bucephalus?” His name, like so many other things about him, is a question. “I thought we were supposed to meet here—but maybe I was wrong,” you add quickly, feeling uncertain and more than a little embarrassed. Grey eyes seek the mare’s blue ones, wondering if you appear as lost as you feel.
You are so focused on the dark mare that you do not notice the figure in the distance until he comes screaming out of the sky in that trademark way of his, startling you backward as he pounds into the ground. As the dust settles and your heartbeat slows, flinty hooves kiss the sand as he prances toward you, grinning. “You’ve kept me waiting,” he drawls, pausing for a moment to dip his head to the black and blue mare. Your mouth opens wordlessly, defensive, before you realize that he is teasing. “You’ve been well?” he asks, lowering his voice. And though perhaps you should be more gracious considering the circumstances of your arrival, you shrug slightly in response, brushing away the question since you are unable to answer it in the affirmative. “Bucephalus.”
Suddenly, the grin slips from his face, and he appears slightly nervous, gaze darting between you and the other mare. You don’t know what has caused the shift, but when it becomes apparent that he doesn’t intend to speak, you realize that you’ll have to take things upon yourself to explain your presence. You clear your throat uncomfortably and address the dark mare once more. “Bucephalus has offered me a home here,” you tell her. “I came wondering if the offer still stands?” Though you’re looking at her, the last question is pointed at the stag between you. Did he intend to make good on his promise?
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Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
His question to her health was shrugged away, and the only thing he could think of was the night in the grove, her tears and warm body against his. Tears he had helped to cause, and though he did his best to patch it up that night...
Was she still wounded so badly?
"Nasi-...Nasreen, i offered you a home, and I never go back on my word. The Throat will have you, if you will have it." He spoke firmly, with determination, fightong to not look at Ampere in challenge. He didn't think she would object, but there was a strange irrationality to his defensiveness. However his golden eyes softened, and he unfurled a wing, gesturing to the beach. "Would you like to walk? I can show you some landmarks so you don't loose your way."
A cover-up for what he really wanted; to drag her away from Ampere, so he could ask her what he could do to help heal the damage he tore open. Strange what this little pegasus did, he didn't feel sympathy so much as a genuine desire to help her... and even his darker part remained quiet(mostly) around her.
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