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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.
09-09-2015, 07:23 PM (This post was last modified: 09-09-2015, 11:47 PM by Lace.)
LACE</style> before the sun sets GLORY </style>
His head had been buzzing with ideas, plans and squirming details ever since he parted with Dröm. Her idea of forming a group of their own was incredible. Why had he never thought of it himself? Every time he had joined a group or system before it had been because he was drawn in by others, and every time he had served faithfully until the collar became too tight, the leash too short. Whether he would fair any better while carrying the weight of responsibility on his own shoulders was impossible to say. His reign at the Edge had been cut short, after all, and what he had seen in himself there had not inspired him to seek power again.
But this idea was like a burning fever within him, a blazing beacon on a horizon that had been only dark and obscure until now. This time Lace had the chance to shape the group after his own ideals, to prune and cultivate where he saw fit, all in the name of creating a better world. Because truth be told, he was tired of fighting battles that never ended. He was sick of listening to the quibble of heard leaders about who was loyal to who and which god that deserved to be honored. He no longer cared for the illusion of glory gained on the battlefield and he never wanted to see another victim of war smile with empty eyes at him again.
Lace wanted something better, something bigger than the temporary peace each new leader promised. He had never seen it last; there was always something getting in the way, some slight or event that made war seem like a tempting solution. What was it with kings and risking their own necks? As soon as they ended up on a throne it seemed that every stallion lost their balls, and every mare lost both spine and nerve once the crown landed on their heads. The exceptions were so painstakingly few that they stood out in his mind like shining beacons... even though he personally would prefer that one or two of them kicked the bucket rather soon.
No, what Helovia needed was a uniting force, one that stood outside and above the every day life of the herds. One that didn't hesitate to meddle, one that remained strong and unyielding, that made a difference... Oh, creating it would be incredibly hard, and he knew it would be a struggle to even get it started. But Lace had seen the Qian grow and rise to power, he had watched Mirage work from up close, and he believed that he had some understanding of how to go about this...
"But what we need most is a gathering point" he said aloud to Fajira as he paved way through the underbrush. Her tail over the round curve of his hip and tickled the right flank, but he was too wrapped up in planning to notice and she was finishing off the last remnants of a luncheon fish, too intent on scraping off the last threads of white flesh to reply.
"We need a hideout... or rather a headquarter. There probably won't be a lot of us to begin with, so we can't just run around blindly to look for one another. Somewhere fairly central..."
He ducked beneath the branches of a willow tree, its low hanging boughs shimmering with fresh greenery, and as he straightened up a flash of light hit his eyes and made him blink. Squinting through the clear daylight he recognized the ancient structure of the Rotunda. The building looked just the same as it had done the last time he passed by; solid pillars placed evenly around a circular foundation, whole and sturdy if perhaps a little weather worn after who knew how many years in the open. The dome shaped stained glass roof glittered under the sun and sent a shower of multicolored light onto the floor, as though to remind everyone who entered that unity could be achieved even in diversity, and survive through the ages...
"Huh. You know, this place might be just perfect" he told the dragon. "There's even roses growing around the thing... The only thing more perfect would be a neutral herd land."
"Long way to go before that" Fajira noted serenely, and discarded the last bit of clean picked fish bone onto the ground.
Lace laughed, too exalted with this latest realization to admonish her for littering their new locale.
A lover not a fighter on the frontline with a poem trying to write yourself a rifle, maybe sharpen up a song to fight the tanks and drones of you being alone
It had been nearly three years since he'd arrived in the threshold of Helovia. Three years. And he'd done nothing useful. In fact, he's probably done more harm than good since he arrived and that just wasn't like him. He'd harmed Alysanne, not on purpose, but he had done so. They'd had a child together and now? He's just as absent in Naerys' life as he had been in Nathanael and Barakiel's lives. Despite all of that, however, he can't entirely regret everything he's ever done. He can't bring himself to regret coming to Helovia or, for that matter, meeting December. The grey mare heated his blood and breathed life into his dead and useless veins. She'd given him purpose and set his soul on fire. Just her mere existence makes him want to be better, to do something good. He's tired of waiting around. Tired of his talents being wasted away because he's the stranger or because he isn't good enough to heal the wounds of his king.
Tall and lean, he shifts abruptly into an easy lope before spreading his massive wings and thrusting them downward to propel himself into the sky. Eliana followed suit, leaping from a nearby tree. The two gain altitude then after a brief circle around the Hidden Falls, they head west and slightly south towards the coast. 'Not north?' Eliana's confused but surprised voice in his mind nearly startles him which only served to amuse the zephyr. "Not today, Ellie. No need." he answers her out loud, chuckling softly to himself. They both knew why because they both knew where December was, and she wasn't north. They fly strong, sturdy; soaring on air currents every chance they get until their muscles burn from the effort and the sandy shores of the coast become visible below. Circling out over the ocean, they turn back to the east before they swoop down for a gentle and rather graceful landing. A landing that transitioned easily into a lope. Eliana, however, aimed herself to land upon his shoulders - her claws gently biting into his flesh.
Tucking his white wings against his sides, he slows himself to a steady walk as he enters the trees once more. It isn't long before the beautiful structure is within sight. He'd been here before. Here, in the ancient rotunda, were some of his fondest memories. Eliana had hatched beneath the colored glass of the rotunda's roof and he'd actually helped some strangers here. Perhaps that was why he'd returned. Every ounce of him hoped that maybe there'd be someone new near this beautiful structure that needed help that he could provide.
As the pair moved closer, they saw - rather delightedly - that the Rotunda wasn't empty today. Picking his way carefully through the underbrush, he slipped into the clearing surrounding the ancient structure. His blue gaze locked onto the stranger, though he quickly realized he'd seen this stallion before. For the life of him, though, he couldn't remember his name. 'Not injured.' Eliana pointed out, not even trying to hide her disappointment. Miykael snorted at her, a gentle warning. Helping strangers wasn't the only thing that mattered. Being social mattered, too - even if he had a hard time remembering that himself. "Hello." he said, returning his attention to the stallion - only now noticing the white dragon upon his back. He stops a respectful distance away before allowing his gaze to wander once more to the ancient Rotunda. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he continues, smiling softly. "I'm Miykael, a healer, and this is Eliana. I beg your pardon but... have we met before?" he asks, his blue gaze narrowing slightly with curiosity. The man just seemed so familiar but he just couldn't quite place it.
He turned at the sound of hooves, urged from his thoughts by the insistent prods of the White. The one who join them in admiration of the ancient stonework is a stallion too, but younger and far gentler than they had ever been. Fajira warbled a gentle greeting to the children of the sky and her bonded smiled back at the soft-spoken paint. It came so easily these days, to smile. Once he had barely managed a polite twitch of the lips, but lately it had been both simple and enjoyable. A true expression of delight, from the bottom of a weary heart.
"It is indeed" Lace agreed with a courteous incline of the neck, returning the greeting with wordless yet impeccable manners. "I was just thinking that it suits my needs quite perfectly... But you know, I was just about to ask you the same thing. It feels like I've seen you somewhere before..."
He squinted towards the gentleman with narrowed eyes, the gilded orbs glinting with sunlight and humor at their mirrored expressions. It was like trying to catch the ghost of a dream he no longer remembered, by following a scent he may or may not have whiffed once as a child. Maybe not so dramatic, but it was a vague and itching feeling of familiarity, as though he ought to remember but couldn't. He tried asking Fajira but her answer was unhelpful, bordering on inattentive.
"Can't remember every horse... You all look alike anyway."
He suppressed a snort - it was dragons who were hard to tell apart - but didn't argue. There was a simple way of finding out the answer after all. Miykael's name didn't ring any bells, nor did the presence of the majestic bird on his shoulder, but perhaps...
"A pleasure, Miykael. I am Lace, called Silverthorn, once King of the World's Edge. " He studied the pegasus closely for a reaction, finding this coincidence quite as amusing as piecing together the puzzle of his new dream, his most recent life project. "I don't know if this helps much... but I was once part of the Qian, under the wing of the Dragonheart."
He managed to say it without showing the pain this time. Her name was a bleeding thorn in his heart, even after all these years. There was never a time when he didn't wonder what had become of her....
A lover not a fighter on the frontline with a poem trying to write yourself a rifle, maybe sharpen up a song to fight the tanks and drones of you being alone
The other stallion, shorter but stronger than himself, greeted him with a smile; the gesture, though simple, was a welcoming one. He replied with agreement, inclining his neck courteously. Miykael had no reason to be surprised to find such perfect manners but he couldn't quell the small flicker of astonishment that pinged ever-so-briefly in the back of his mind. His surprise, however, remains contained within his own thoughts. Miykael focuses on the other man as he speaks, listening with his whole body. Soon, though, their expressions were nearly identical. Both of them peering at one another as though that simple act could snatch the memories back into their minds. The smile broadens ever so slightly on his face as a soft chuckle bubbles up from within his chest.
What a pair they made, hm?
Miykael inclines his head respectfully and allows the mystery to smolder untended in the recesses of his mind. Staring at the male wasn't going to dredge the memories from his brain, that much was increasingly obvious. So instead he returned to the conversation at hand. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Lace." he offers politely, his smile waning as he contemplates the new information. "Afraid not. I arrived in Helovia sometime during Tallsun of the third year." he adds, slightly disappointed that neither of them could find all the pieces of the puzzle. The dunskin sighs softly, the sound so faint it could easily be missed. "I did join the Edge when I arrived, though. I spent nearly two years as a nurse there before moving to the Fa-"
It hits him. Rather abruptly. The first time he remembers really interacting with this stallion is when that black colt stumbled onto their doorstep in the Edge. The colt had been exhausted and likely malnourished if he remembers it all correctly. He'd been new to the herd then. New enough that he didn't know who the colt might be or what he might do. Lace, and a few others, had known better. Miykael, knowing his place, had kept quiet; remaining as back up should he be needed. That was where his memories grew a bit fuzzy. "I remember now. We didn't interact much, admittedly. I kept to myself mostly." he concluded. Miykael never had been one for the spotlight. He heals not for fame but because it helps someone else. Now, at least, he'd been gifted with his healing magic - expanding just how much he could actually help those in need.
Whether Lace remembers him or not doesn't even matter to Miykael. It's simply irrelevant. Eliana pushes off of his shoulders and flies over to land on the ancient structure. His gaze follows her, a slight smile once more curving his lips. "This place is rather special to me. It's where I found her." he explains, eyes shimmering with a fondness for the zephyr. That's when he remembered something that Lace had said. It wasn't something he'd focused on right away, a simple statement added in passing. But now he's curious. Looking back at Lace, fixing him politely with his gaze. "You mentioned something earlier, about this place meeting your needs. If you don't mind me prying, what exactly are you planning?"
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