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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.
... a bunch of other poetic and completely vacuous sounding shit.
The wealth of Helovia might not have felt the shift, but Isopia did. Whether it was because she had God blood running through her veins, or simply because her mind was open to more than just the possibility of where her next poop would be, was irrelevant.
She had felt it, and simultaneously felt something else as well: annoyance. Isopia was annoyed. Annoyed with her Father for failing to tell her about whatever it was that just happened. The Gods just, what? Just decided to waltz to the four corners of the globe and just hit pause a while? Why? For what purpose? And by what means?
"NOW WHAT." She bellowed challengingly into the sky without concern for how ridiculous she must have sounded. For one thing she didn't even need to speak out loud for her Father to hear her, and for another, he was clearly gone. All she was doing was shouting at trees - at one tree in particular. The tree of her brother. "Shut up." She mumbled under her breath, scowling at the Hototo-tree-shrine. "He probably would have told you where he was going." She continued, folding her mis-matched wings against her flanks, giving ample time for the tree to respond and say something in its (his) defense. "-It isn't as if ... you know, I'm particularly clever or anything. In-tune with nature. Worried about metaphysics. Or that I'm the Storyteller or whatever it's called and should be filled in." Sarcasm felt strange in her mouth and she didn't particularly like it. She didn't like this feeling of uncertainty and not knowing, especially when she assumed that her brother, as well as the other offspring, were likely to have been filled in.
Social isolation was something Isopia had grown to embrace. But intellectual isolation? That was an inner circle she would always strive to find her way into.
07-16-2015, 02:31 AM (This post was last modified: 07-16-2015, 02:32 AM by Roskuld.)
“It’s not personal.”
Maybe it was childish, I dunno—I just knew I was grinning and it was a bitter thing spreading across my face like that, but I was in no mood to really debate it, or fix it, or whatever. I knew you tried; I knew you really tried to cheer me up with all those dicks. And it worked for a while. But dicks can only get you so far in life and this b u l l s h i t was stickin’ around in my head for far too long.
I could still feel it—the shift, the pause, the stillness (the stillness the stillness the stillness nothing’s moving nothing’s moving nothing’s moving nothing’s—) and it was breaking my mind into two pieces. But it was such a familiar feeling though, which is where the bitterness was coming from. This helplessness, this ignorance that came with a shift in the world that only you could feel (only you could fix). But how do you fix it if you’re the only one who feels it?
How do you fix it if you don’t even know what?
Or how?
Or why?
(But you’re Godsblood, you should know EVERYTHING—)
And maybe the grin was from a rare treat, a strange, immature triumph in knowing that I wasn’t the crazy one. I wasn’t the only one in this mess, who saw it as a mess.
And it was Know-It-All-Bitch who was having the epiphany. Even better. (Guess you don’t know it all, huh? All that leaves is the BITCH part)
I came upon her, lit up by blue flames and a dirty, dirty look in my eye. Sly and knowing, cuz I knew what was going on up there if that shout of hers was anything to judge by. “They’ll do this to you a lot,” I said, hissing it, unlike me because I never have this feeling of I told you so, “They’ll just…fuck it all up and be on their way, or somethin’ will fuck up, or whatever, and somehow we gotta fix the shit, or just hold down the fort until they get back—but they never explain it or try to teach shit. We’re just supposed to know. We’re just supposed to handle it.”
I gave an ugly snort—and stomped behind me, kicking flint from underneath my hooves. Pissed.
[SHOO KIDS AVERT YOUR EYES]
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Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes</style>
Uncharacteristically Isopia felt her skin crawl back a few inches as a cold rush of water infiltrated her bones. It was a mixture of, who snuck up behind me - who's there? and did they hear me? Spinning nimbly on her impossibly long legs, the earthen child was both surprised and not, to see her stout cousin.
Of course it would be you she thought, her lips pouting slightly to see the shit-eating grin plastered over Ros's dark muzzle. She edged nearer, listening to her older cousins' account, but not wanting to believe it. "They shouldn't do that." She mumbled under her breath once Ros concluded, sounding very much like a wounded child. Obviously they should do that - that seemed the entire point of the underlying tone in Ros's voice, and yet it made Iso feel better to say it out loud.
Then, with a sort of hostile defiance in response to Ros's hoof-stomping, Isopia tossed her head towards the sky, causing her russet mane to flare away from her blood-splattered shoulders. "And if we don't handle it?" She inquired, as if tasting the way resistance felt. "What if we let the fort just go to hell? And why shouldn't we? There are consequences for our actions, why not theirs?" She held her death-masked face higher, narrow chest puffed out slightly. Perhaps it was because she didn't revere her Father and her aunt and uncles as Gods because they were related - but the idea of punishing them suddenly felt tangible and attainable. They couldn't just do this to them - and, if it happened as often as Ros said it did (which Isopia was banking on, for it only justified and further inflated her sense of righteousness) - and maybe now was the time to prove that.
"Right?" She asked after the moment had warn off and her doubts began to grow. Her golden gaze rolled downwards as she tried to maintain her heroic stance while at the same time looking at her much shorter comrade.
Since when does Ros have blue fire? She thought distractedly, noting the patterns of light on Ros's already oddly patterned coat.
I gave a bark of laughter, shaking my head and listening to her spew the obvious like that. “No, they shouldn’t,” I said, absently stalking off to the side, not noticing the way she was edging toward me like that. My eyes trailed the trees silently—curious and blank and still pissed and off about everything. “You’d think, them being gods, they’d have their shit together a lot more than they actually do…” I was voicing a dangerous thought, an idea that I never really let passed my lips—but right now I was in the company of someone who might appreciate the calamity in my words instead of hearing something blasphemous. “…but I guess if they did, we wouldn’t have been born, huh?”
*"What if we let the fort just go to hell? And why shouldn't we? There are consequences for our actions, why not theirs? Right?"*
I looked up at her--shocked a little that she had said that, cuz it was the sort of thing that I thought and I didn’t think she was capable of that kind of brash sense. “Do we have a choice?” I asked her, biting the question as my eyes cut up into her face, “It’s like…okay, yeah, we’re being driven crazy by something that feels absolutely wrong but what the fuck can we do about it? Run around screaming like a chicken with its head cut off? And who will that help?”
I paused mid-snort, looking at her, posed like she was about to do some shit, or that she was so proud of herself for coming to this realization. I cocked an eyebrow at her, thinking about her words—and what they might mean in between the lines. “What? ‘S there something you wanna do or…?” Ideas for fucking shit up? Flying the middle finger? Was this leggy, bushy-maned nerd even capable of shit like that?.
talk
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes</style>
07-16-2015, 12:21 PM (This post was last modified: 07-16-2015, 12:23 PM by Isopia.)
…but I guess if they did, we wouldn’t have been born, huh?
Huh. Isopia had never considered their creation to be because of the failings of their parents. She assumed it was just ... necessary, just like gravity or bowel movements. But to think that their parents needed them put an interesting chink in Isopia's soon-to-be rebellion.
The nearly-shock and awe on Ros's face made Iso swell up slightly higher. Hubris was not an emotion that she felt often, but now, so soon after seeing Ros's mocking smirk, it made her feel even larger than she was (as if she needed the boost). It’s like…okay, yeah, we’re being driven crazy by something that feels absolutely wrong but what the fuck can we do about it? Isopia nodded as Ros reiterated the current state of affairs, deciding that her cousin's portrayal of it was exactly how it felt.
But then she had a rather odd thought.
"So ... They just left. Four corners of the world, four Gods, and poof. They just head off into the sunset, and we're left with this itching feeling-" Like someone paused a movie and there's static on the screen, but you can't un-pause it because the button is sticky with some soda you spilled on it last night but didn't bother to clean up and now you're fucked, staring at Willem Dafoe's half-smirking face on the screen. "-that only we seem to feel. No one else seems to have noticed. They are just going about their business like time hasn't just ceased to exist. So you know what we do?" Now Iso lowered her death-marked skull so that she could more easily peer into Ros's face. An eerie and confident smile parted her dark lips as she spoke. "We say no because it can't be real. How could it? Really? You think we just happen to be the only ones who noticed that the Gods just left? That they just paused our lives while they stepped out for a bite? I don't buy it. "
It's too bad Isopia didn't know what the Matrix was, because referencing Neo would have made things a whole lot more clear.
"This isn't real. It can't be. It doesn't make sense. This is just a dream, or a test ... maybe the Gods did this to see what we would do, to see how long we would scurry around like chickens or lemmings or sheep. But I'm done with this game. How about you?" She muttered again, her golden gaze refocusing with renewed confidence. "We have to wake up."
*”No one else seems to have noticed. They are just going about their business like time hasn't just ceased to exist. So you know what we do? We say no because it can't be real. How could it? Really? You think we just happen to be the only ones who noticed that the Gods just left? That they just paused our lives while they stepped out for a bite—“*
N’aw shit she’s doing the thing again.
Y’know.
That thing where she thinks about it really hard.
Except now it was super intense for some reason and she was all up in my face and there was this look in her eye that told me she was thinking really big things and it was all kinda exploding at me super fast—way too fast for me to process, so she was staring at me and I had shrunk away from her a little, to get her out of my bubble and also maybe try and escape those sharp golden eyes--
*”But I'm done with this game. How about you?"*
“Well yeah--“ I sputtered, a little indignantly, cuz she was taking the words out of my mouth before I had ever had the courage to really spew them like this and I’m still not sure how I felt about that, “—but you still ain’t answer my question. How?” I shrugged my shoulders and it was like I was gesturing towards the world around us, the trees that marked that passing of loved ones and a sky that was empty of any kind of divine presence. “How the hell are we supposed to wake up from this ’dream’?What’d’you wanna fuck up?” I looked at her super hard, frowning. “Cuz it sounds like that’s what you wanna do.”
I snorted and shifted, starting to pace around in front of her, weaving back and forth in her path. “Is it a thing you want to break? A rule? Or do you just wanna sit here and twiddle your thumbs until something goes to shit?” I snorted, tossing what little mane I had in contempt. “Not my style. I feel like doing something wrong, something that don’t make sense…blowing shit up, I dunno, something stupid. Just—“ I shook my head, frustrated with myself and my lack of vision, “c’mon, give me some ideas! Something, anything!”
talk
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes</style>
The how questions Iso was okay with. She could answer those - and so each time her cousin opened her gray-tinged lips to demand an answer, Iso was ready to give one. That is, if Ros would ever shutup. Hilariously, Iso had roughly the same qualms with her shock-themed cousin that Ros had with her: she thought she talked too much. Flatly Iso listened and stared, waiting for the endless dripple of how we gonna do dis' that was pouring from her cousin's lips to run dry. She had a PLAN. Did Ros really think she was the type to enter into this sort of passive-aggressive rebellion without one?
Truth be told she might have - it wasn't like the two were close. Not yet anyways.
But then a different sort of questions came spewing forth - ones that Iso didn't have the answers to. But was she about to let that stand in the way of her grand scheme? Her plan? Her destiny? No. Way.
"LISTEN." The youngest of the Demi-gods shouted, trying to drown out the insistent and incessant questions of her older cousin. c’mon, give me some ideas! Something, anything "I WILL." She concluded finally, fully aware that as of yet she had nothing to respond with, but was simultaneously fully resolved to hide
Nibbling on her lip, Isopia looked around the Veins as if searching for some way to respond to her cousin's final challenge. What was it that she wanted to break? What rule? What custom? What norm? What would have the earth shattering result of freeing them from this fallacious and illusory prison?
Then it hit her. Earth Shattering.
"Listen." She repeated again, although this time her hardened stare reflected the certainty that her mind was currently spinning around. "Kill me."
She let her words hang for a moment before dropping her quad-horned skull. She had been this close to her cousin once before - somewhere far away it seemed. A cave? She couldn't quite remember, but she remembered the closeness. The righteousness. "listen--" she whispered a third time, extending her wing to try and slap (although far more gently than a real slap would have entailed) her cousin's shoulder. Her feathers extended and spread, anticipating the hard flesh that they were seeking to find. Wouldn't this instill a sense of anger? Of frustration in Ros? Or, like the dream Iso knew that they were in, would it be twisted into something else?
"Kill me. Do it."
[I BLAME WINDOWS 10 AND ALL ITS BULLSHIT FOR SPELLING MISTAKES BECAUSE FUCK.]