"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
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.
08-12-2015, 07:03 PM (This post was last modified: 08-12-2015, 07:06 PM by Ashamin.)
Ashamin had given himself some time to contemplate the gift and its presentation before seeking out the Basin's corporal. The sun was just beginning to set and Lochan, tired and newly awoken, dragged behind in the snow. It was quite possible the pair wouldn't find her, not in this vast white, but Ashamin knew that if nothing else his fellow's coat would stick out like a sore thumb if he caught a glimpse of the scenery now, before the darkness of night hid the Aurora Basin entirely.
The item Johnny had crafted at Ashamin's request was folded neatly and kept close to the Haruspex's breast, hidden within the folds of white that yet another crafter had gifted him with. He worried for Zahra, as he thought of her now, surviving so young and alone in the cold. If only she would have been welcome in this herd... but for whatever reason, he had found himself living among those who considered this to be a haven for only the horned sort. He didn't think of it as prejudice, perhaps he couldn't bear to, so much as a gathering of common sorts. It was the exclusion that rubbed him the wrong way.
But he still had much to learn about Helovia's history. Perhaps unicorns had suffered some sort of persecution, here. Perhaps he was making up stories to feel better.
Still, he brushed it aside. He trudged through the snow, a haruspex determined, and his coat turned from white to bright orange as the setting sun washed over the Basin. He would find her, somehow, in time. His long tail was raised high, a sparking beacon that led him and Lochan onward and into the night, bearing gifts for Frostfall's colder evenings. The lonely ones, like these.
[[SURPRISE ASHAMIN HAS A PRESENT FOR YOU!]]
""""
ASHAMIN
The corporal
the kind one
with dark eyes
and a bold heart,
or maybe the other way 'round.
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
All magic and force allowed, barring death and permanent injury.
Do not tag me, please message on skype instead
Despite Birdsong being upon them, the Basin sheltered some Frostfall still. Surprisingly to her, snow and ice still persisted despite the changing of seasons. Instead of melting away and becoming stained brown with mud and melt, many drifts of snow and patches of ice remained, pristine and white as the day they accumulated. As the day was ending, the air cooled, and the sun washed warm shades over the land and its inhabitants.
Fire was set to the midnight mare’s coat. Golds embellished her deep blue shades, and stained her stark white mane. She sighed, enjoying the last warm kisses of the day, happy she was home. She cast a long shadow as she delicately picked her way across the permafrost. Large patches of mud stained the frozen earth, which she maintained a wide distance from. She wasn’t a dainty creature, but didn’t particularly enjoy being covered with mud and slop, either. Especially since she had returned to her former glory, she was a bit more particular about her appearance. She had filled out beautifully compared to the starved creature that had arrived in Helovia many moons ago, and her coat was more sleek and healthy than she ever remembered.
So she went, golden and glowing and all shades of blue, down the trail. One thing she enjoyed about the Aurora Basin was the solitude. The mountains that protected them provided shelter and safety without needing the horned creatures to mingle closely. She often wandered by herself, making large loops around the land to stretch her legs and strengthen her endurance. But she still appreciated the fellowship she found in those who comprised her herd.
She came to a stop atop a large flat rock, and scanned the landscape that spilled before her. Stormy eyes, sharp and steely, took in the view. Several hawks slowly circled a ways off in the sky. She could hear the chatter of rodents finding shelter at the end of the day in their caves and nooks. A light wind tousled her white waves, and carried to her scents of the world around her. Her head high, neck arched slightly, body held proud, the fae was statuesque upon her platform. It wasn’t until something in the distance caught her attention that she finally moved. Swinging her head, she looked intently at a beast approaching her, but it didn’t appear as though it had seen her yet. She didn’t immediately engage the creature, as she was sure any danger would never have made its way this far into the Basin without already being intercepted. Another smaller figure trailed the larger – perhaps a child? – fighting their way through the remainder of heaping snow drifts still not melted by the Birdsong sun. As they grew closer, she noticed a horn upon the brow of the larger creature, so it was a unicorn. It was difficult to assume the color of the unicorn due to the glowing sun, so he still remained a stranger. She tried to get a visual of the small creature that followed the unicorn. It wasn’t until they were much closer that she noticed it was not a unicorn foal, but a fawn. And the unicorn was marred with large splashes of white.
In an instant she realized who the pair were and leapt from the rock, taking off at a gallop. A warmth grew in her breast as excitement coursed through her. “Ashamin!” She called out, her voice carrying easily through the open air. She had missed the painted buck dearly during her journey. The Haruspex was wise, and warm, and a comforting sight for the warrior girl. And small Lochan picked his way through the snow and slush. She had met the small cerndyr shortly after its birth. He had grown quite a bit since her last time seeing him, though he was still lacking the impressive rack he was sure to grow.
She was finally upon them, a warm laugh wafting from her velvet lips. She reached out, leaning in to press the side of her face against the long neck of the stallion. “Oh, Ashamin, how wonderful it is to see you!”She stepped back, her grey eyes now warm and friendly. Turning slightly, she dropped her head down to the level of the small fawn, wondering if he would boldy advance or shyly retreat.“And hello to you too. My, have you grown.”
She turned once more to Ashamin, smiling warmly, glad to finally see him.
The Haruspex was unable to contain his excitement. The moment she called out his name, he strode forth and called out hers. Out into the setting of the sun, towards the rock from which she leapt and before her he ran. Lochan, shocked by the sudden speeding of their pace and shaken with hesitance, trailed nervously at Ashamin's back. Having been just a newborn when first meeting the corporal, he didn't know her quite as well.
But he knew she was special, the same way that Ashamin did. They did not yet share speech, but they shared feeling. Lochan could feel the thanks his bonded had for the starry-night mare, even if he'd not yet been present in the world for its purpose.
Ashamin, however, did not hesitate—he wrapped his painted neck around hers, taking in the gesture and closing the distance between them. It was miracle enough that he had found her before night had fallen completely, and to find her in such good health and spirit was even more than he could have hoped for.
In fact, such excitement almost made him forget the reason he had looked for her at all. But as their bodies closed in on each other, he felt the soft fleecy goats fur Johnny had crafted press against his chest. He struggled with the thought of pulling away from her, but in time it came naturally.
Lochan, had he been able, would have blushed at the only half-understood compliment.
As the haruspex drifted from the corporal in the odd bath of sunset, the crafted hood slowly revealed itself from the folds. "Ki'irha, I wanted to thank you for your help on the border, in Frostfall. You lent me confidence I wouldn't have otherwise had, and..." his voice trailed, his dark eyes averted in a way that one could not see.
He dragged one cleft hoof in the remaining snow, revealing the permafrost beneath, and then looked back up to meet her gaze in the encroaching shadow. "I asked Johnny to make this for you. It's the least I could do," he added, before pulling the hood from his pure white sarong and proffering it to the dark mare. He wondered, in part, what she would say. He wondered why it felt so strange to give a gift.
Maybe he'd just never had anyone to give gifts too, before. Maybe he was too used to being alone.
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
All magic and force allowed, barring death and permanent injury.
Do not tag me, please message on skype instead
They embraced, and the world stood still around them. The warmness of sunset as it spilled its gold across the land only accentuated this moment. She pressed her face against his neck, breathing him in. He smelled of smoke and earth and pine and everything wonderful. There was something about the stallion that felt like home, and she felt safe and welcome beside him.
But as every moment does, this one slipped away in a cool gust of breeze. She exhaled softly as he pulled away, and sterling met his dark gaze as he stepped back. Birdsong had done him well. He looked healthy and strong, contradicting the harshness of Frostfall and the tolls it had taken on the inhabitants of Helovia.
She leaned back, relaxed, and the buck began to speak. She felt heat blossom in her cheeks as he brought up an old memory. How long had it been that they stood shoulder to shoulder, facing an intruder who had dropped in, unwelcomed, from the darkened night sky? She remembered being unpleasant to the newcomer, contrasting the painted's patience. Though they stood for the same thing that evening, it showed how different they both were. She had taken from him a lesson of patience, though it had only calmed her fire ever so slightly. But he thanked her for installing confidence. Perhaps, though she had much to learn from others, she had things to share as well. A happiness bubbled in her chest. "Oh darling, there is no need-" she trailed off, humbled, and watched the buck dig a cloven hoof into the thawing ground.
Her eyes widened and sparkled as he pulled the gift from its place, presenting a beautifully crafted scarf. She reached out, pressing her velvety nose to it. It was soft, incredibly so. She dipped her head, careful to not perforate it with her horn, and let it fall over her face. She shook her head, letting it envelope her, one end lingering by her ears, the rest spilling down to the tops of her shoulders. It rested as a hood should, and it was lined with a remarkable fleece. It was warm and cozy and marvelous. She tossed her head again, allowing the hood to fall back, and the entire garment pooled neatly around the base of her neck.
"Ashamin, it's perfect!" She returned to him, pressing her cheek against his. Never before had she received a gift, especially not one so heartfelt as this. She didn't believe she deserved a gift, or a friend for that matter, like this. But that wouldn't take from her the feeling of elation she felt for the moment. She pulled away, beaming, unable to hide the happiness that coursed through her. "I will have to pass along my complements to Johnny, as well."
She felt warmed from the outside in, and from the inside out. What could be better than this?
When she put the gift about her neck Ashamin could not help himself from smiling. It was a broad look, one injected with pleasure that became unnameable. He was just happy, happy to see her happy, and that was enough.
With the scarf about her face, then neck, the two became mirrored beasts. He snorted playfully at the image of the both of them, both wrapped in cloth even though the coldest of seasons had passed. His long lion tail curled behind him, twisting swiftly like an energetic snake, and he let the dull permafrost glide beneath his hooves as he stepped closer again. Her cheeks were warm, and even had it not been for her words--so filled with thankfulness--he would have known that he had made her happy. That, that was enough.
Lochan wove between his bonded's legs, wanting attention and overcoming shyness all at once. He lowed quietly, butting against Ashamin's knees, and wanted more. Carefully, the haruspex bent to attend to his companion as he replied.
"Yes, it was really Johnny who made the thing as lovely as it is. I am sure he would love a moment with you," the paint said with reflection and a twinkle in his eye. Johnny loved a moment with everyone, it seemed. Ashamin admired such openness.
Under his nose, Lochan twisted and wriggled. Suddenly his bonded's hot breath felt too stifling, and so Ashamin watched as Lochan drifted a few feet away. "I am glad you like it, Ki'irha," he said wistfully, as if remembering something distant, before turning his gaze back up to meet with hers. How good it was to have such a powerful friend as she. He looked over her figure, strong and muscled as a warrior's was wont to be, with a long tail not unlike his. He admired her, saw something in her that he wanted to learn. But he would be patient and wait until whatever that was revealed itself. Until then, he was happy just to talk.
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
All magic and force allowed, barring death and permanent injury.
Do not tag me, please message on skype instead