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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.
The princess had picked her way down from the mountains slowly, carefully cradling the egg in her makeshift sling. It had been nearly a full season since she had rescued it from the pond, since it had chosen her. She had nearly given up hope that it would hatch, terrified that the one thing that had ever picked her over everything and everyone else would die and leave her alone again. But she stubbornly held on, wrapping it in the warm embrace of her body every cold night spent in the Basin - and now she descended from the mountainous northern slopes, hoping that the warmth of the southern lands would coax it to hatch.
The girl made it to the Heavenly Fields, pausing to remember the day that she had met Zèklè. He was her friend - the first she had ever made - and she wondered where he was now, what he had been doing since that meeting. Her amber gaze wandered over the trailhead leading into the clouds, her dual horns reflecting the clear blue sky above. She knew that she had not made it terribly far south, but she decided to stay a while. Perhaps, if Zèklè had come this way, others would too. Perhaps they would know how to make her egg hatch.
If, of course, it was an egg. It had floated to her, after all, clearly electing her as its partner. It had been altogether un-egglike. Själ bent her front legs, kneeling to allow the sling to slip gently over her head, placing the egg and its sling in a small pile of brush. It wasn't much, in the midst of Frostfall, but it was more than nothing, and she wasted no time in folding herself around the egg possessively, watching the hills around her with a vague sort of interest. "You know, it would be lovely if you would hatch," she informed the orb absently, sighing heavily. Even after joining the Basin, she still found herself to be quite lonely, and keeping up the exterior of being Psyche's daughter was exhausting. She wondered if anyone would ever look at her as just Själ. "You will," she whispered to the egg, nuzzling it gently before settling her nose against it, hoping her breath would warm it.
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Pixel by Reli <3
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Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
As though summoned by the girl's memory, a streak of black and blue appeared, damp and shivering but full of life. He'd been jumping in snow banks and now, cold and weary, was trying to find his way back home. He was certain that it must be vaguely leftwards, though he was beginning to fear that he'd gone a bit too far left and wound up on the right again. Perhaps he ought to ask the Earth God to give Squishy the ability to find the way home. Not that it was that important, really... he always made his way back eventually. And getting lost really just meant he got to have even more adventures, right?
Like the one he was about to have right now, with his friend the Princess who he hadn't seen in forever! He'd surprise her, he'd decided, leap out of the brush like the badass he was, all graceful and knightly-like.
He leaped. It was as graceful as could be expected, given that Zero moved through life with all the decorum of a startled flamingo.
He tried to salvage it. Really, he did. The boy spread his single wing in a haphazard attempt to regain his balance and impress his (his) princess, grinning lopsidedly as lanky legs tried to figure out exactly where they should be. When he finally felt stable he proceeded to shake off the wayward snow, vibrations coursing through him from nose to tailfeathers, setting off a lightning storm upon his wing and back. The metal of his barren side shook, too, rippling as easily as muscle and reflecting whatever expression poor Själ had decided to wear.
He kind of wanted to say something dashing, something that'd just wow her off her feet (nevermind that she was already on the ground). But Zero had never been a master of seduction, and probably never would be, and besides, she seemed to be guarding something, and that was pretty interesting, so he flopped down beside her to get a better look, beaming boyishly and giving her his total attention, because in that moment, to that boy, she was the only important thing in the whole entire world.
The day was decidedly warm for Frostfall, although that wasn't saying much, given her recent stay in the Aurora Basin. As far as the princess knew, the mountainous herdland was as far north as one could go in Helovia, and would therefore be the coldest area by far. The pathway to the Heavenly Fields was quite pleasant in comparison, particularly in the timid warmth of the noon sun, and as Själ snuggled her egg closer still, she began to grow more and more sleepy. Before long, the girl had begun to doze, her warm breath coaxing the orb to life in her grasp.
Had she been awake, the princess probably would have heard the lightning boy's approach far before he leaped from the bushes; as it were, she did not, and as he exploded from the limited foliage with triumph, she awoke with a start. Her head shot up, white rings around her amber eyes, narrowly avoiding shoving the egg away in her surprise. She could not help the high-pitched squeal that escaped from her throat, nor the way every muscle leaped to attention, causing her to jump with something like fear. She scrambled for a moment, flailing about as though about to leap to her feet; but then she stopped, frozen with recognition.
Had it been anyone else looking any less absurd, she might had been angry. For a moment, it crossed her mind to yell at the lightning boy, not only for disturbing her peaceful slumber, but for almost harming her precious egg. But there was something endearing about the haphazard perch he had assumed before her, the way he shuddered electricity down his spine to shake off the snow, the look of excitement and camaraderie that he shared with her - she could not even pretend to be angry, not when her heart suddenly leaped with pleasure at his appearance.
She began to laugh, whole-heartedly and deeply, perhaps the most true expression of joy that she had ever given. "I've been wondering where you made off to, Mr. Badass," she teased. At the reference to her egg, however, she wilted slightly, frowning with confusion. "Well, I thought it was an egg, but it isn't hatching," she told him sadly, gazing at the little round orb dejectedly.
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Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
If he'd been more self aware he might have grown terribly frightened, toning himself down- but Zero was a thousand-watt bulb without a dimmer switch, and his enthusiasm easily blinded him to any of Själ's dis-ease. Besides, when he looked up at her the girl was laughing, her gold eyes glowing with brilliant delight that sent the boy's heart to flutter. What could be better than to see his friend laugh? Nothing, except, oh, to cause it himself.
He grinned, an echo of his Princess' mirth plastered unevenly against the dark face. Sunbeam eyes darted from girl to egg, a thousand more questions darting to the tip of his tongue. Where had she been? Who had she met? Did she have a family here, friends, a favorite place, a Ma, a Dad? With difficulty Zero held his tongue, though his body squirmed eagerly as he waited for her first response.
Mr. Badass.
The boy flushed, his expression a mixture of confident pleasure and embarrassed delight, white teeth glinting in the dark brown face. "I've been everywhere!" he told her glibly, single wing stretching to express the vastness of his experience, the long blue feathers dancing dangerously near her face. Too many stories clouded his mind, a hundred things he'd done since the last time he'd seen his Princess- but of two he was particularly proud, and so of course those were the two he shared. "I built Squishy an' met a whale!"
As if to prove the truth of his tales, Squishy appeared from a snow bank where he'd been forgotten, trotting silently up toward the lightning child and pausing to stare inquisitively at the pair. Zero ignored the stony creature, "What about you, Princess?" he asked the girl, genuine interest making his words bright. "Didja find any more subjects to rule?" But clearly she had, at least one, and Zero followed her interested eyes to the egg which lay stubbornly between her hooves, his smile fading at the touch of sadness which had crept into her voice. He tiled his head, brows furrowing as he inspected the orb. "It looks like a egg," Zero agreed dubiously. "I never heard of an egg not hatching."
He turned his attention back on her, turmoil rising within his young breast. "Is it gonna be your 'panion?" he asked, the thunderous voice softened to a pattering rainstorm. Companions were a point of conflict for poor Zero, because Ma said that having them was bad, and that it was like chaining someone else to you forever and taking away their ability to even think- which did sound bad to the boy. But lots of his friends had companions, like Zah and Tavi and Aunty Meg and they all seemed very happy. They weren't bad people, and they'd never be bad to their companions, and Ma didn't seem to hate them, but... oh, it was simply too much for the boy. Besides, for all he knew this wasn't even a companion, wasn't even a companion egg- for all he knew, really, he had nothing to be concerned about, and she had just found a little bird and was going to get his help in setting it free and they would be heroes!
The princess could not help the grin that spread over her features at the lightning-boy's obvious excitement. His joy was infectious, even pulling her from the gloom that clouded her mind as a result of her failure to coax the egg-orb-whatever-it-was to hatch. If she were to think back over her past, she would realize that the only creature thus far to bring such an expression to her face and such ease to her mind was Zero. He had not asked anything of her, not expected greatness from her mother's alleged prodigy, not wanted her to follow this rule and that expectation. He had simply accepted her for herself, and as she grew older, she would no doubt treasure him all the more for it.
But the future was not today, and the princess was not one to reminisce on her short history and compare the different individuals she had come across - so she merely basked in the boy's light, enjoying the intrusion into her solitude. She had been lonely, even surrounded by her new family in the mountains. (Were they her family? She wasn't quite sure yet.) With the lightning-boy, she was entirely comfortable, entirely sure of herself, entirely relaxed. It was a wondrous relief from being Psyche's daughter and having to be careful to do all the things that Psyche's daughter should do.
A blue feather wiggled in front of her amber gaze, and she was momentarily entranced by the beauty of it - the luxurious, yet honed appearance, as though if she were to touch it, it would be soft and sharp all at once. Perhaps, one day, Zero would let her find out what feathers felt like. The burst of childlike curiosity did not feel entirely familiar, as though it were someone else's errant thought making its home inside her mind. She shook it off.
"What is a-" Squishy, she had been about to say, but then a silent, stony creature trotted its way through the snow, pausing as though to regard the pair. "Oh. Well, what's a whale, then?" The girl had never seen the ocean, never heard the crash of waves upon the shore and seen the glory of a seaside sunset. She knew no more of its inhabitants than she did the stars in the sky. Perhaps he would enlighten her; perhaps he would even show her what a whale was!
The thought of an adventure with her best friend cheered her considerably, erasing any lingering embarrassment at having to ask what he'd found. Surely the lightning-boy wouldn't hold her ignorance against her, nor linger over the fact that, in this, he had more knowledge than she. You see, the princess had inherited her mother's tendency to hate being wrong, or unknowing, or anything of the sort - she hated to feel stupid, despised the way it made her seem inferior. But Zero wouldn't make her feel like that, would he?
A quiver of something in the back of her mind made her frown for a moment, confused about this second invasion of her thoughts and yet, somehow, nonplussed by it. "I don't know about subjects," she admitted, "but I found the Aurora Basin. My mother lived there... before..." Before she left, before she disappeared, before she was murdered. But the girl could not put any of those into words. "But I'm not a queen. I don't rule anything yet," she added hurriedly, as though to skim over the unpleasant questions of her history.
"What's a 'panion?" she continued, genuinely interested now rather than avoiding her and her mother's pasts. The niggling thought in the back of her mind continued and persisted, some kind of excitement-confusion-curiosity-type-feeling that would not go away. In fact, it was only growing stronger.
The first crack of the egg startled the girl, and she yelped with surprise and panic. She stared at the little orb and the puncture in its surface, entranced by the tiny beak poking out into the world. It retracted, then reappeared nearby, a second crack accompanying its appearance. As more holes and more cracks followed, she watched as a small creature began to emerge from the shell. It blinked up at her, rolling over onto its back and stretching its tiny wings out in the dirt, exposing its belly and making a gentle prrrring sound.
"It... it hatched," she whispered. Then, "It HATCHED!!" She was squealing for joy, her happiness mirrored by that something at the back of her mind. The little creature stretched further, rolling to its stomach again until it was against her side. It seemed to realize, for the first time, that they were not alone; noticing Zero, the creature squawked, contracting its body until it lay in a little ball against the girl's barrel.
She laughed. She laughed so hard, it almost hurt. "I... I think you... I think you startled her," she gasped, wheezing for air. "You really are... a badass!" she whooped before collapsing into squealing giggles.
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Pixel by Reli <3
Please tag Själ in all replies.
Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
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