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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.
08-20-2015, 09:27 PM (This post was last modified: 08-31-2015, 10:46 AM by Mortuus Nox.)
Mortuus Nox
Your fears have just become all too real
]The eerie stallion started towards a large fire pit that was in the middle of the of the patches of grass in the Basin. He was bored and needed something to do so the ghostly stag decided to clean up the fire pit he had been using. Nox snapped the permafrost underneath his weight, but the warmth of Birdsong was starting to show its face and he happily flicked his tail as he started moving the heavy stones that kept the fire from spreading from his dirt pit. As he moved the stones over he thought it would be nice to be in the company of someone, but he enjoyed being alone as of right now. When he finished rolling the first stone to the edge of the woods he began with the next one, there was about twenty more heavy stones that had to be moved before he could clean out the ashes and the burnt logs. His muzzle was soon cover in ash and soot, but the white ash was the only thing viable on the black stag giving him a white milk mustache that was not noticed by himself but that could be noticed by others.
He stood near the half cleared pit and took a breather as he hung his head low to smell the last bit of the winter. Smoke form a fire was the most common smell in the Basin to him because you had to stand near one to stay warm in the nights. All of that was going away and he would spend his first season of Birdsong in Helovia and he was actually happy about it. His gray dead eyes looked around him to see the mountains that trapped him in here like a prisoner. Or did it barricade the other deadly creatures out of the Basin. He wasn't for sure but he did plan to go out and adventure around a bit when he got a chance, but back to reality. The voices in his head talked to him in Latin tones and he just listened to what they had to say about life right now. He started pushing out the rocks with his large crowned horns varnishing the small emerald with soot and ash. When all the stones were finally pushed out away from the pit he then had the task of getying them all back to the woods again. He took another small break with the ask milk mustache still over his muzzle."I wonder if there is any one around here..."" He questioned softly talking back to his voices in his head. He kinda hoped that no one was around so he could enjoy his time alone and catch up with the voices while they were not screaming at him to kill someone. He flicked his thick black tresses over the rocks to clean off some of the ash before he would start moving it again towards the wooded area where other rocks were.
OOC:: This is for Mortuus to meet
@Enn and learn a bit about mending while cleaning up a few fire pits in the Basin
08-31-2015, 01:08 AM (This post was last modified: 08-31-2015, 01:08 AM by Enna.)
something filled up my heart with nothing
It takes the sound of his voice, sharp and invasive within the stillness that had laced itself around you to bring you away from the consuming numbness inside of you. You do not know how long he has been there, how long you have been here, a slight shadow amongst the shadow of trees, evidently too small to be of any consequence. You suppose that much of your life could be considered the same in the middle of it all, so small and insignificant in the face of the world; and the same for the life of anyone else. How, then, how could someone do something that changed you so profoundly? When he had taken you, made you his in a way that no one had before, a way that you cannot fathom anyone ever experiencing again, touched you in ways he shouldn’t have (you tremble at the thought), he had broken something within you, taken something that you do not think to ever obtain again.
How, if it is all so terribly insignificant is it so detrimental to you? You suck back the moan that threatens to escape you, tumbling forwards before the tears can come again, into the sun and towards the unfamiliar man, unable, in the prospect of company, to stand the thought of being alone any longer. There’s something distant about you, even as you smile, as if your soul and mind are both a thousand miles away, leaving only the flesh of your body behind, bruised by the hands of a man you hoped to never see again. “Someone might have wanted that to stay there.” It is a murmur against the relative warmth of the wan sun, the sound of birds and life, suddenly too loud to be comfortable as it echoes in your ears. You pause a safe way away from the dark-skinned man, your eyes examining the broken ring of stone before resting on his large face.
@Mortuus Nox
sorry for the wait bb, been sick and blah blah blah
please tag enna in every post
violence permitted barring permanent injury / death
09-08-2015, 09:31 PM (This post was last modified: 09-08-2015, 09:36 PM by Mortuus Nox.)
Mortuus Nox
Your fears have just become all too real
His eyes flicked up to the mare who just approached. Her body was petite, but he knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Her golden like eyes pierced like needles looking at the black stallion and he antlers crowned a skull full of thick hair reaching towards the ground brushing the dampened earth under their feet. Then she spoke, her words hit him like a thick shot of whiskey , they burned from deep inside showing the fire that raging from deep within the feminine form. He smiled softly hearing her spiteful words christening his black ears and he shook his head softly. His heavily crowned head reached to his onyx stone like legs to wipe off the ash from his muzzle to speak to the mare. He had to word his speech carefully with this little firecracker, he knew starting shit with a woman was a loosing battle. He planned as he looked to the sky flicking deep black tresses over his back as his dead, cold, stare meet the gaze of the mares. The demonic stag seemed slightly softer at this moment, he always had a better side for the mares. They were just easier to speak with and they really never were too cocky.
" It was the fire I my self was using. I would never break apart someone else warmth with out permission. ""He smiled softly as his deep Latin voice floated within the wind carrying his tones to her ears." I am Mortuus Nox, You may call me by Mortuus or Nox; it is all your choice. I figured i would start to clean up some of my mess, The site of burnt logs and ashes is not very present when Bird Song is creeping up on us. " He smiled softly again as he started pushing the other stones away from the pit. He did not expect the mare to help him one little bit, but her company was nice right now. It broke the silence of the whispering wind and the chattering trees. He wondered about the mare, who was she and he wondered what position she held within the Basin. He rolled the rocks further away from him and closer to the woods, but he kept his distance for the mare. He always tried to give then their space, because he does not really like others in his own bubble. His gray eyes looked up the the mare waiting for a response. In the mean time he kept himself busy with cleaning. He was never a messy type of person even though his mane and tail would spiral into some dread locks. He always kept his areas clean and the cave he chose was not too far from this spot, it was hidden in the woods. Even though his cave was easy access to walk into it was very hard to find. He hated the site of the ash and burnt logs every time he passed it, so he decided he would stick to his cave fire for now and clean this one up.
OOC:: Im sorry it took so long i started classes, and sorry it susck.... I will get better just got a lot going on! :( @Enna
You simply blink as he explains that it is the fire that he had assembled, gives his name and says that it is all your choice. You feel as annoyance creeps through your veins, your patience wearing thin for unspoken reasons. Maybe it is the way that he speaks, or the words that he had said, because none of it really matters, but your eyes roll in their sockets as he begins pushing more stones towards the treeline. “I don’t think anyone really cares.” You stare for a moment, walking on the fine line between leaving him by himself to seek out your own solitude and indulging in company. At the thought of being alone there is a distinct ache in your chest, reminding you, making up your mind for you right then and there.
So instead of unleashing the churning flames in the pit of your stomach, your black tongue, on an unsuspecting victim, you begin to help him clean up the little pit, following his lead, your daintiness proving far less useful at bossing rocks around than his comparative brawn. It feels like ages have passed by the time you have moved two and stop, unaware of how many trips the black-skinned man had made. It doesn’t even look any different, and the little patience that you had left is all but worn. With a huff, you idly knock your forehoof against one of the stones, ears tilting back slightly into the tangled mess of locks atop your head. “How did you make a fire anyways?” Your mind reaches back to the black and blue boy in the forest, amongst the snow and all the ill company, to the flames that erupted from him at his will. You look in the direction of the man, something like a sheltered hope igniting on your face. “Do you have magic?”
His deep gray eyes flicked back to the mare. She had the look of annoyance glazing over her eyes as he spoke, and at that he shut his mouth. If the fair lady wants to play a bitch, she just met the king of ass holes. His eyes would cut to the corners of his sockets as she would speak to listen to what the mare had to say. How sweet of her to introduce her self...not. Her words did not bother the stag though he simply ignored what she spoke. He walked over to a large rock picking the material up with his demonic horns and throwing it into the woods. His patience wears thin with a ornery woman letting his anger build up. He found a way to release it by throwing the stones instead of rolling them now. He found this to be much quicker due to placing them between his towering horns and chucking them away. Then his eyes caught the mare helping... Hmm so she will help him clean up a fire pit, but wont tell her name. She looked sour about the whole thing, her expressions were clear she truly did not want to be here. That was not his problem, some how raging bitches always found their way to him.. he was never the seeker of them. As far as he was concerned if she was going to bitch she can turn her pretty ass around and go right back the way she came.
The stones were now getting to the point to where there was only about five left and his large skull stopped for a second to look over the dainty creature. She held antlers on her refined skull, with long weeping hair christening the ground below her. Her words were never sweet, always bitter and stabbing into receiver. They cut into his ears live blades, but his pail eyes just gazed into hers with a cold feeling. They looked as if he were dead holding a postmortem feel at all times. They even had the gray tint a dead bodies eyes would get, they never sparkled nor reflected any light. They were hazy listening to what the sour little mare had to say next. She questioned in aggravation how he made it, but would he really take the time to explain? She wouldn't care anyways, then she asked about magic. Oh how this little mare was funny, if he even had magic he would find a way to not have to use it. He liked doing stuff for himself. His onyx forelock felling his eyes giving a ghostly feel to the stag as his Latin twisted words sunk from his mouth. " No, I made it my self with out magic. Metal stricken hard enough against rock will create sparks that will start a fire. " His words were simple and not too strung out. He simply answered her question and that is it. Then he got a little bug up his ass and asked her " Soo you seem so ecstatic to be near me, but what is your name? " He called her out in an easing way so she knows he sees that she is annoyed, but his tones were not sharp with her.
“You will have to show me sometime.” Flat and passionless as it is said, you had never heard of his method of making fire, never even given it much thought. You had not needed such things in your life before the snow, before the chill that has seemed to seep into every corner of your soul, and even now there are those who command the power to simply make it appear. As he speaks again you laugh, the sound slightly more sardonic than you had meant it, the grin that lingers holding just a touch of warmth, an inkling of amusement. “And what makes you think it is because of you? Have you wronged me?” It is partially rhetorical, but the edge that you cannot remove from your voice somehow works to unsettle you further. Another day, another time, you may have pushed him further, pressing the buttons that you are sure are there, jesting with him whether or not he would be a willing participant. But your patience, your humor, once again wears thin, the spark in your eyes, that little glimmer of anger, of humor, of liveliness, fading with your interest.
“I’m Enna, one of the Menders, alongside Lena.” Perhaps the second part is not necessary but you inwardly shrug, taking pride in the one thing in your life that actually feels right; that is constructive and not a path leading to spiraling self-defeat. Everything else had gone up in flames—your heart, dreams, fears, aspirations—all of it dissolved in to ash, insignificant in its emptiness. Brows furrow once more as you look him over, swallowing hard as you fumble with questions in your head, not one of them producing more than an ember of interest, none of them something that you truly care to know the answer to. But the idea of listening to something other than your incessant thoughts is too comforting to deny, quickly forcing you to pick the one that would encourage him to answer questions rather than asking them. “Have you discovered what you want to do here?”
10-12-2015, 10:32 PM (This post was last modified: 10-12-2015, 10:35 PM by Mortuus Nox.)
Mortuus Nox
Your fears have just become all too real
He smiled listening to her speak, she had a fire to her that kept him interested with what she had to say. He chose to smile softly and speak now that the fire was fully cleaned up. " I can show you some time, thats not a problem.. and well I just did not want to bother you, with my conversation if you did not please to speak with me. " He simply shrugged as he looked to the mountains that surrounded them. They enclosed in the unicorns of the Basin keeping the beasts away from the outside world. Perhaps it kept everything from the outside away from them, but what would they need protection from? I mean the Helovia could not be that convoluted, but what did he know about this new world.
His eyes drifted back to the mare as she began to speak again her name was Enna, and she was a Time Mender. How odd she was much different from Lena. Lena had a softer personality and will Enna was more like an iceberg. She seemed like the sweet mare from first look, but her personality blows up and proves to have a deadly like tone. She could be very misleading, but he was not to judge. Look at him he was a eerie ghostly stag that was never really socialized until he came here. He shook his heavy skull looking back to the mare as she spoke again asking him if he found a place here. " Well it is nice to meet you Enna, and believe it or not I have found my way into Mending. I have already met and spoke with Lena, but I am always looking to learn more. If you have anything you could share to help me grow, I am open to listen. Unless this is not a good time for you. "
He did not want to push anything on the mare, but if she spoke he would listen to what she had to say. He wanted and needed to learn from the Menders as much has he could. He really wanted to know everything, but that would not be possible for medicine is always changing. Maybe, just maybe she would be interested in sharing some of her knowledge. At this point he did not care if it was about herbs or wounds, even a sickness. Nox always was looking for opportunities to grow in this field so he can help his herd.
OOC:: Sorry this took so long and its crappy..... there has been a lot going on...
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