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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.
After all the waiting, the bated breaths and begging whispers in the dead hours of the molasses-slow nights, the time had come. The world had birthed countless new lives, in various forms. In the grand scheme of things, Lakota's experience would mean nothing. But her heart was as mortal as her soul, racing towards extinction with every life-fueled moment of exhilaration. So when the general feeling of malaise that morning grew ever stronger, her heart began to pound like staccato drums, old lines of her ancestry behind the human facade of her name and title. Breath puffed free from paper thins and Aodaun turned to face her, lime eyes wide and attentive. Their gazes fell together inexplicably, some deep thrum of communication they could not control in that moment, a twang of awareness that it was time. "Find Ktulu, Alleo and Archibald. Kitten if you have time," she breathed into a cloud of crystal and fog, eyes wide and intensely violet in the washed out whiteness of the landscape. An ink blot on the page, an oil stain reflecting back sapphire and onyx.
He left her in a soundless, muted flying of paws across snow that he should have been born into so long ago. She watched him go, breath catching in her lungs, hesitant and halting. Could she do this? Be calm. Find somewhere warm, I hurry. It came faintly across the wire of their connection, and Lakota's throat closed in a panicked attempt at comprehension. Her legs unstuck themselves more out of instinct than decisive action, hurrying over to a sparse copse of trees where the snow was thinned closer to the trunks. Her pregnancy had carried over into winter, as much as she despised that notion. Alleo had been born in winter, and he could hardly handle the frozen waters and snow that the harsh one they were clasped within brought. It reminded her too much of old wounds, old pains and hatreds. But she could not allow her heart to be heavy with such sorrows, not in that moment, not when her baby was so close to finally being born.
She nestled down into the snow and soft, earthen ground. Her metal faceplate had been long discarded and stored away, for Lakota had not wanted to greet her foal with a shielded face and warrior mindset. It meant little to her anyways. Snow was kicked away from her hooves as she rolled heavily to her side, spine braced against the sturdy trunk behind her. "Come on, bambino. Mammina wants to see you now," the Poisoner breathed, a little contorted, a bit strained with the contractions that wrought and cramped themselves into her abdominal muscles. She'd stopped feeling foolish, speaking to her swollen stomach, far too long ago. As if the woman cared what anybody thought of her on any other day.
The pain built upon each cluster of minutes, and it felt as if she was being eaten alive by fire ants, but her body knew what to do. It convulsed and pushed and relaxed in intervals that she couldn't understand, didn't care to as long as the job was being done. But as it grew fiercer, and her mate and brother and best friend did not show, she began to panic. "KTULU!" she screamed, the exertion almost too much as she let her head fall back to the blissfully cool snow. And whether her mate came or not, suddenly something snapped, and like a rubber band everything came apart...or rather, out, disgustingly.
Aodaun was at her side, though Lakota had no idea how he got there. His fur was warm and familiar in scent and texture as he burrowed himself beneath her, propping her up so she could struggle to see her newborn. Her world fell, seams unraveling peacefully, gravity retreating as the center of her universe shifted entirely. Looking upon her newborn son - oh, Gods, a son - she felt everything fade and turn to grey, meaningless in the face of his vivid quintessential existence. He was the core of her heart and her world, mere moments into breathing. Revolutionary. Meaningless in the face of the impartial Gods who watched mortals die like fireflies blinking out, but he was insurgent in her little, supposedly insignificant life.
"Murtagh," she whispered, the name summoned from old conversations with Ktulu. And in a land comprised almost entirely of water, a lord of the sea was only appropriate. Leaning forward to clean him, she felt tears streak down her cheeks at his beauty and perfection. "Ti amo, bambino," she choked, knowing he could at last finally hear her.
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@[Murtagh], @[Ktulu], @[Archibald], @[Alleo], and @[Resplendence]. All others welcome too!
As the days dragged by in endless succession she knew that the time for Lakota to finally give birth to the child they had quested for was coming near. She just didn't know when it would finally happen. She did not hover over Kota like a worried mother hen because she had not liked anyone hovering over her when she'd been pregnat with Hototo and Ranjiri. Ktulu was content to watch her from a distance so the other mare could have her space (and because she was wary of Lakota's temperament). When she had her patrols she left Eytan behind to watch over the Poisoner so she could be alerted if anything changed. Day in and day out it was the same. Lakota would go about her daily life and she would grow a little bit bigger. At one point she'd begun to suspect that Lakota would give birth to a fully grown mare or stallion at the rate she was going.
When the time finally came Ktulu was sleeping. She stood with her shoulder pressed against a tree and her head hanging down near the ground. Eytan lay near her hooves, snoring as he, too, slept. Had it not been for Aodaun's persistance she would have slept through the birth of her child, which was a strange concept for the mare. His grunts and growls and shoves at her legs woke her and she snorted. "What?!" She snapped grumpily at the bear.
"KTULU!"
Her heart lurched she was suddenly wide awake. "KOTA!." She called back to her mate. Aodaun was already running ahead of her and Ktulu's hooves pounded against the snowy ground as she chased after him. She arrived in time to see the small foal slide from Lakota's body and she stumbled to a stop, her heart stuck in her throat. Her ears flicked forward as she heard Lakota name the child. Murtagh. She looked at Eytan as he came to stand next to her. "A boy..." she told him as she stepped toward Lakota and her newborn son.
"Kota." She whispered as she dipped her head down to press her muzzle against her tearstained cheek. Then she looked to the child and every 'what if' that had plagued her since Lakota became pregnant just seemed to wash away. How ridiculous of her to wonder 'what if she didn't love this child'. The only thing she felt as she gazed at him was love, the depth of which was reserved only for her children. "He's perfect."
He was not altogether convinced that he liked it, either. The sensation of moving from somewhere warm to suddenly cold shocked him into life. Should he open his eyes and find out what this new place was? If it was this cold, it couldn’t be as nice as the last, right?
But there were noises here that he liked, he liked them very much.
Two voices became known to him in this new cold world. The first was a gentle whisper that he did not fully comprehend but he felt himself warming to the sound of the voice more than the words. His instincts told him that he wanted to be closer to that voice. And soon after came another, just as gentle and feeling just as warm to him - so he liked the way that voice sounded too. Towards both of them his body was urging him and he felt as though everything would be alright if he could just get over to these two voices. There was only one issue - he was going to have to open his eyes first.
Already he knew this world was brighter than the last - brighter and colder - and his fear of being scared by the brightness was at war with his desire to find out who was speaking. Was it his mama? He hoped so, his stomach already ached with hunger and his heart ached at the distance that existed between them. His head was raised as he listened to them, dark and damp ears twitching with every syllable. Impulses encouraged the colt to slowly open his eyes, lazily as though he was being woken from a deep sleep, and he fell backward when they were fully open and he was hit with the intensity of this new world. It was all so bright! Even in this little copse of trees, there was so much to look at.
So many faces. He couldn’t be sure which ones were the owners of the voices that he had heard, the voices that he wanted to get closer to. Propping himself back up by reaching out with one shaking foreleg, Murtagh twisted around as best as he could to get a look. He was slick and dirty with snow and needles but he needed to find those voices. Those sweet voices that made this cold world feel so warm.
Blinking slowly, bright lavender eyes regarded all of the faces gathered in turn until finally, a happy, gurgling noise (that would some day develop into delighted laughter) came from the foal as it caught sight of the grizzly bear that stood nearby.
Okay, so let's be honest. Resplendence was tired. Sleep had been minimal until this past night, when Quilyan had returned. Yes, Kaj had been at her side at night - wing draped over her to protect her from her own daemons, just as her heat tried to help him bade those which plagued his soul. But, last night it had been Quilyan's wing, the feeling of his locket as it pressed against her fur, and the feeling of young Rue near them. It was all that she had wanted.
Alas, it was the sound of a white bear which woke her. Her mind, though it took a second, finally recognized it as Kota's. So, Valiance took off after the white one - having to stay close by to keep him from blending in with the snow that was covering the Falls. And, the image which was flashed across their bond was that of Kota in the late stages of birth. Ah, so the mare did consider her a friend. Either that or she wanted to make sure she didn't die in childbirth. But, uh, Resplendence was going to go with the prior option rather than the latter. Seeing Quilyan stirred from his sleep, she filled him in and told him to stay with their daughter. Then, as she left she gave them both an 'I love you' before galloping off after Valiance.
Valiance had taken a spot near Lakota's head, offering a few clicks to alert the new mom that Resplendence was on her way. Still, that was all the noise from him as he allowed her to do whatever it was pregnant mares did. He still didn't understand, and he really didn't feel like being chased off.
Then, when Resplendence finally arrived she stood off to the side, quiet and (for the most part) hidden in the shadows. There was no glow radiating off of the glitter which shed from her mane and tail because she was not nearly at ease with Ktulu around. She says no words, simply hovers. Valiance offering a small brush of his wings against the mare's withers to alert her of Resplendence's arrival. Should her healing abilities be required, the 'Kitten' was now present. Still, she knew that the rest of the Grey would probably arrive - and she could only assume they would probably not want her near. So, she'd just wait for the time being, and be sure she wasn't needed.
And, somehow, regardless of the fear, she managed to keep a gentle smile curving her lips.
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