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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.
This day he dreaded most. The slow winter dawn found the golden son awake, and tense. He looks through the thick brambles of the hollow where he had tried to sleep at the filtered light of morn. It was a reminder of what was to come this day and made him groan and lay back his head. The golden hadn’t hated the thought of this task his whole trip to it. In fact he had looked forward to it until he ran into a most curious bird at the Caves. Ranjiri. She was supposed to be his test. A litmus test if you will, to see how his ploy would come out with those of greater importance. The only problem was, it had been a failure, a miserable failure.
Not only had she not come around, but she had left in hustle of shouts and even worse opinions. He hadn’t expected to be that successful but certainly he never thought it would make the situation worse. If he was to play the same game with the more important target, he realized he might actually have something to worry about.
His crowned head falls back to the leafy floor, and the sigh blows up dust away. All the leaves which had laid there had been blown up in a pile beyond long ago in the night filled with sighs. Haldir rested on the other side of the thicket, but he had learned in that long night to move away from the golden’s head to avoid the leaf blower breaths. That deer at least still slept peacefully. The golden’s earth eyes watched him drowsily. Did he almost envy the deer for how it could sleep so peacefully? How it could avoid the worries of the world? Perhaps, for a split second he did.
It would be unwise though to categorize his worries and strains as for the greater good. To be sure this endeavor, if successful, would greatly ease any tensions his herd might have with others, but the golden was not a ‘greater good’ fellow. He was proud, vain, and greedy. All those ills compounding now as took a few last breaths in this quiet. His pride rested on the assurance that no matter the situation his gilded tongue could always find a slivering trail out. It could wrap and corrupt, it could change plans and fates as easy as another creature breaths. He had a philosophy on it. A life built on it. (A few memory hiding walls on it). Yet, the fly of the Ranjiri shook that foundation. In particular when it needed to be strongest for this day, he found when he reached for the assurance that let him sleep at night, it had not been there. For the first time, he was worried his skills might not be enough.
Rising up the golden shook the leaves that still clung to him. Haldir looked up with lazy eyes, his dreams still playing in their pale gaze. The gold doesn’t bother with the deer, his mind far too strained with his own troubles. Slowly he makes his way out of the thicket. Realizing he was being left the poor deer jerks up, shaking off the rest of his sleep, and trots after.
The golden pulls at his cloak, feeling winter’s chilly morning greeting. He wished for his wolf hide, a much warmer comfort and a reminder of his power, but that was far away. He looks to the beach cliffs not far away and mind starts racing once more about plans. Did he have any? Well if he did the other day had shaken them up so much as to render them looking so little and useless. Was he here to tell the truth? To lie? Honestly he himself was not sure anymore. His usual paths did not involve this task. He knew he would lie. He knew he would twist the truth. He knew he would kick up his heels and have a grand time with it. (Or at least that’s how they started). This though was –mending- things. Fixing them. And it was so foreign of an attempt now that he felt that lies could not do it alone, that he felt out of place.
Coming to the tree line the golden pauses. He needed to make up his mind, resolve himself. Certainly coming there with a confused face was no way to go, and above all he was determined not to show this weakness. Haldir jogs up beside the golden and looks out over the sea. His small tail wags to see such a strange change. How little had he been when he traveled over the land bridge? He barely remembered it, but even if he did not, the sight was exciting enough. Rolling waves crashed up, and sprayed col mists about in the early morning light. The sun was gone now though, slipping behind the gloomy clouds of winter. The golden’s missed its warm touch. He looked to where it should be, and then back to the island ahead. With a final sight he steps forward, ready.
It was like going into battle, though he did not arm himself with metal or blade. Instead he had more dangerous weapons, his body and words. One weapon was new, one he was unsure how to test out. The magic afforded this new rank contained something new. A lie he could tell as unbreakable. It sounded untrustworthy, so the golden had yet to use it, though certainly now he carried that weapon close. As he stepped out his face took on a slightly more pleasant glance, certainly not a smile, but not the disconcerting frown it had held in the shadows. His body moved with its usual grace, easy and free flowing, even though in the trees it had been dragging, and slow. Lifting his crowned head he stops to gaze upon the markers of the land bridge, then to the island. Waiting. If Gaucho had patrols as far as the Heart Caves, surely his presence as the very door step would not be missed. Ready to face Gaucho.
"talk talk talk"
OOC:: Thranduil is waiting for @[Gaucho] on the coast of the mainland.
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Gaucho had warned his warriors to be on the look-out for Thranduil after Ranjiri's report, yet nothing had come of it. Likely his actions had been rash, and while he didn't sound the bells of alarm, perhaps it had not been worth it to advise his warriors to do anything at all. The Heart Caves, while bordering his home, were not his to control. So what if Thranduil had lingered there? Shouldn't he be allowed to do so? And his confrontation with Ranjiri? The mare had said that her judgement might have been clouded by emotions. Her Father had just been found dead in the Basin. There was no shortage of reasons why she might have been more sensitive than usual.
And yet ...
No, Gaucho decided sternly. Perhaps his reasons for mistrusting the golden were not justified in a way that he could articulate, but nevertheless his unease rattled unhappily in his bones. It was better to defend against the wind, than to be destroyed by the storm.
And so, when one of his warriors alerted him to Thranduil's presence upon his borders, Gaucho was glad for his caution.
On wings of flame and fire the burning dun flew. As soon as he departed the sandy shores of the Throat he was assaulted by the chill of Frostfall. Cold sprays from the ocean rose up, disrupting the warmer thermals that normally made gliding so easy. His wings were forced to beat more than normal, but the flood of adrenaline pumping through his system made the movements easy and fluid.
In his antlers Mara slid forwards. Although the chill made her body feel sluggish and hard, she too felt the excitement and adrenaline that pulsed through her bonded. She could feel his lingering doubts, and his overwhelming desire to simply bathe the golden in a wall of fire - to chase him away without even letting him utter a single word. But such passions, she knew, he would smother if Thranduil was here to meet with the Sultan, rather than to settle personal scores.
Gaucho's blackened hooves stretched down towards the earth, landing with an odd grace for a creature of his size. Rather than folding his fiery appendages against his flanks, he allowed them to remain open, held gloriously and brightly out from his shoulders. The Wildfire's stormy gaze settled undaunted upon Thranduil, unwavering even as Vorsa landed cheerfully in his antlers.
"Gaucho assume you not here by mistake." He offered, his voice nearly toneless.
It seemed to take forever. Tasseled tail flicked at his hooves, curling and shifting out nerves. Nothing else of the gold looked nervous. He stood with a high head, crown and horns bearing proud. Even that spanish neck held a slight curve, as it bore the banner of his tassels. Golden cloak whipped about in the wind, but its noise was arrested by the magic which hovered always about him. Only the sounds of the sea and wind rustled by. It was agony to wait. He hadn’t wanted to be here in the first place anyway, to be forced to stand here was a test of strength. Earth eyes look for a distraction and find Haldir creeping to the edge to look down at the sea. The dark deer’s tail kept wagging with each step. Ever since they had found the turtle by the sea the small creature had always enjoyed its cool touches. He though stopped and looked up. The golden followed his gaze to see a fire in the clouded sky. As much as he wished it, it was not the sun, and the gold called the deer back to his side as the flame descended.
As he drew closer, a familiar smile tried to creep on his face. Look at the show the dun was putting on. His brawn and ferocity. Such a play. The tease of a good thought though was crushed by the reminder that underestimating this seemingly flat creature was nearly as complicated and twisted as he. Proof was found for that in the surprising grace of his landing. That did it, and so the golden remained solemn and still. Haldir though was not, he moved from behind the gold to look with wider eyes and he could not stop the smile at seeing this most curious creature again.
Undoubtedly, the tension which suffocated the air around them in their last meeting by the sands had not diminished. The Wildfire’s wings remained open. Its purpose was somewhat redundant. The golden could already feel the shadow of strength over him. And those eyes, the unforgiving eyes. It might have sent another cowering, and yes, the gold felt them like heavy chains settle upon him. But this wasn’t his time under such a gaze he reminded himself, in an effort to distill their effects. He breaks the dun’s gaze to look at the Wildfire’s new addition. A curious bird, that was new. He wondered if the creature carried the same suspicious nature as Mara. His own companion had come now to stand right beside him, gazing with his usual happiness at the creatures.
A rough voice breaks the silence, and draws the golden’s gaze back to his task. He hated it. All over the revulsion and dread of this came back. The golden swallows and tasseled tail gives one last flick to calm it. There was no room for those feelings now. This was much more serious. “I’m not lost, no.” The golden’s own voice comes out smoother than even he anticipated, but matched the dun’s tonelessness. Attribute it to skill rather than true feelings. Nerves in his legs tingled with the urge to move, to show might, but they were locked. This was a formal gathering after all. Yet, it was hard to come out with it. What exactly was he supposed to say? Perhaps not making a plan wasn’t a good idea…but he wouldn’t have had a plan anyway. “I did promise to visit.” His head tilts slightly. “This is no banner of war, what has set you so ill at ease Sultan?” His face and tone now take seriousness. “Perhaps I can help.” Even without noting his reaction the gold felt unease within himself already at this conversation. His hand tightened on the dagger of his rank magic. Ready to lift it. Desperate.
"talk talk talk"
OOC:: I rewrote this five times, please forgive how terrible it is....@[Gaucho]
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Thranduil - always with a quick answer and even quicker smile. Gaucho was not in the mood. The two were not friends, and yet the golden repeatedly referred to Gaucho as such (although today his moniker was sultan. Was that a hint as to what the golden wanted?). The dun had never quite caught the Laurelin in a lie and so had no real justification for the ire that he inspired. Yet he had been close enough on enough occasions to continue his hostility. Still, diplomacy, in whatever small supply Gaucho had, would reign if this was about more than their fettered past.
"Not your concern." He responded dismissively, his flaming wings shuddering slightly in a motion that implied hurry up. Gaucho had things to do - maybe if Thranduil ever became a lead he would understand (oh the irony). "Gaucho have a herd - a family - to help."
In his antlers, Vorsa hooted happily. Her bright orangey-red face beamed down towards the deer-like creature with intrigue. Had she ever seen such a sight before? She couldn't recall. Ignoring Mara's protests against fraternizing with the enemy, the phoenix lifted off from Gaucho's antlers and flew towards Haldir. Her body burst into flames - her way of showing off - as she looped above his head, all the while trilling happily.
"Why you here? Gaucho already speak with Deimos and Hotaru. Throat have nothing more to say to Basin now." He had vowed to the two leads that he would come to their terrain during Tallsun (strategically picking the hottest season to venture North) to establish or end their truce. He had agreed that they could keep their trading neutral so long as no aggressive efforts or actions from the Basin were brought against the Throat. Gaucho wasn't still terribly certain of how and what was best to do, but for now, keeping their situation on the more positive side of neutral allowed his warriors to expend their efforts in other areas. If nothing else, that was worth it.
He’s such a trick. The golden stands there with a smile and bright eyes while the inside of him fills with dark smoke and sharp eyes pierce out in deadly threat. Perhaps that was the difference between the two giants, and their styles. While Guacho spreads his wings out in majestic power, the golden waits like a cat in stealth. Of course, the difference this time is that the Laurelin was not exactly hiding. This time the trick wasn’t to hide his power, but his nerves. We wouldn’t dare call it fear. Even if the dun sounded the bugle of war the golden would still face him on the battlefield. Fear was little acknowledged emotion in that golden’s twisted soul. Of course the tendrils of it were still powerful, and they were now pulsing his nerves with electricity.
My though Gaucho was rather unsociable today, even for him. The golden really wasn’t too surprised. It was clear by the shudder of his wings that conversation and words were given little time in his mind. Action and power, threatening compliance were faster routes to where he wanted to go. Pity, it made the golden’s job much harder. It had been expected though, and why he was reluctant to plan and build. Like that little bird at the caves, Gaucho could leave without another concern. And that was something the golden didn’t want to let happen.
Haldir was used to being ignored at these things. The golden was fully wrapped up in his own mind and thoughts, that it left little attention for Haldir. That was alright, he didn’t mind much. But this time was different. A happy call, strange in this atmosphere, draws his attention back to a bird. And she was looking at him! Head looks up to her and even in his blank eyes the glow of happiness was unmistakable. As she lifts off and flies about he becomes captivated. Her flaming show of grace does not frighten much, though his head does duck slightly. He becomes even more entranced. The dark deer rises up on hind legs, trying to shake his antlers at the creature in playful sport.
It’s a pity the golden was not in the mood. It might have made this tense situation at a least a little more entertaining. Mouth opens to speak, to ensure the wildfire does not fly off like his herd mate before, but it seemed there was little need to worry. Gaucho speaks up in his rough speech again, and the golden listens, tasseled tail switching once more at his sides. Short phrases and quick wit never seemed to do him well. So how about a different tactic. “Ah, a family is just what I wished to speak with you about.” He shifts and raises his head, showing a different sort of power than the Wildfire’s flaming wings shudder, but one equally skilled in its delivery. He didn’t stop for interruptions, but kept moving to avoid breaks in the conversation. “I found trouble in the Steppe’s cold weather and ventured to the Basin for my safety. I found there a new lead, Ophelia was not like Illynx. She spoke differently, for that and the kindness given I rejoined. Old wounds do heal over time I suppose.”
Now at last he pauses, but only for a moment. “I’m not blind Gaucho.” His voice grows a hardness and he glances to the flaming wings. “I see the looks and knives you throw.” The smoothness of his tongue was becoming stronger and more self-assured. It was slipping that this flaming beast did little to threaten the gold. “All I have listened, aided, and advised you to the best I could, yet you vilify anyway. It is enough of these childish contempt.” He needed a final word. A final strike. And man did he have it. “You can trust me Gaucho, I am not your enemy.” The words flow out without a break, but in these last lines a power goes with them, sealing them from doubt by any who hear. When he speaks again it is softer once more. “I have come to say this, that my presence and whatever ill it causes you will not endanger my family.” Now he waits. His tasseled tail having been still as stone, curls pensively, as earth eyes watch from under his white locks to see….would it work? Cause there wasn’t a Plan B this time.
"talk talk talk"
OOC:: So much talking ;-; so sorry for this terrible post love
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
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Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
Fil-if-eye. con-temp-t. The words meant nothing to Gaucho, yet his gaze continued to bore flatly into Thranduil's golden one. It didn't surprise him that the golden used words he didn't understand, in a tone that Gaucho found curious. It seemed to be how their meetings always went - Thranduil with a hoard of reasons and justifications, paired nicely with language that sailed right over Gaucho's head.
Just as he was about to voice his confusion, he paused, allowing Thran's final sentence to settle in. Only it didn't just settle in. It twisted, bonded into his subconscious, and then disappeared entirely, leaving only the faintest of echoes. ...not your enemy ...... not ..... your .... .enemy
"Gaucho have no problem with your family. Gaucho already say - talk with Hotaru and Deimos. Gaucho not have problems with them, or you." So contradictory to what he had just implied, yet so subtly spoken that it seemed to have always been the case. After all, Thranduil was not his enemy, and he had already spoken with Hotaru and Deimos regarding the situation between the Basin and the Throat. There was no problem here.
Even Mara, normally the judge, jury and executioner when it came to Thranduil, sat impassively in Gaucho's antlers. The lie had worked on her - and would have worked on Vorsa should the small chick have bothered to listen to the conversation. The serpent's forked tongue tasted the air as she curled lazily about Gaucho's radiant antlers.
"That all? Thranduil come all the way here just to tell Gaucho that? Thranduil waste a trip." The dun's long black tail flicked idly behind his barred thighs as he waited to see if the golden had anything else to say.
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