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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.
10-02-2015, 09:37 AM (This post was last modified: 10-02-2015, 09:38 AM by Dragomir.)
I can hear my train comin'
The need to wander had faded some within him, and though he still found himself lured away from the Throat, from the company of his friend, Ranjiri, he did not wander far.
It wasn’t that he wished to escape her or the kind desert dwellers he had come to be introduced to, rather that he needed time to walk alone and think. It was not always easy collecting one’s thoughts with Ranjiri around – she was effervescent, always full of bright conversation about faith, family, or the weather. And, while he loved her for her ability to fill the long silences with the bouncy cadence of her voice, he also still held the deep reverence for being on his own as he always had.
And so he was alone now, crossing the ruddy fringes of a gem bedazzled flatland. Unconsciously, he wandered to its center, his tall figure casting a long and awkward shadow in the late afternoon, the western sun to his left; thus it was with some measure of surprise that he pulls to a halt at the brim of the pit that, once, all of Helovia had hidden in.
It had been a long while since he’d thought of the caverns, and never had he been in them without the masses filling the strange center room and the various branches that extended outward from it. Tentatively, his dark muzzle tests the cool air wafting up from the craterous hole, smelling on the dank mustiness of places not often travelled, dark and hidden, and cautiously (he’d once nearly broke an ankle making the descent), he decides to make his way down into the ruddy illumination of the fire falls in the central cavern below.
Across his shoulders the skin pulls taut, causing the gathering collection of boils there and along his sides and spine to burst open and leak putrescent fluid down his shoulders, either from the sheer tension across his skin, or the rubbing of his dark leather harness against their fragile curvature. The disease has not covered his figure as it did that of Ranjiri, but nearly hourly he can find a new bulbous, stinging protrusion along his figure; he blames, rather than his friend (or even the very nature of viral diseases), his absence, accepting the painful boils as a penance for having abandoned his herd and friends so suddenly.
And so, somber are the thoughts of the stag as his hooves click across the smooth stone, the smell of so many once pressed within its confines lost to the trail of time and the cool winds which usher from the deepest recesses of the earth. Dissonantly, he comes to a halt before the flaming falls which casts reddish light about the dark room, eyes searching the infernal flicker absently as his mind traces through all he had been told since he’d returned.
[ OOC: YEAH finally able to make some posts. ^^ If anyone wants to drop in and cure him of BFB, that would be neat. ]
10-02-2015, 08:49 PM (This post was last modified: 10-02-2015, 08:51 PM by Raeden.)
Have you ever noticed how every hurricane gets its name from a girl like this?
You're gonna wish you had a storm warning; you're gonna wish you had a sign.
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Raeden had found her self in the heart caves, her light pelt glistened in the sun with a flawless completion. Her teal eyes wondered around the caves looking over the beautiful sights. Rae looked to her companion Tin, he was always next to her never leaving her side in the toughest of times. She loved her little deer more than anything in the world, besides her sister. She misses Ru with all her heart and still was not sure where to find her. Her hooves clicked against the changing surface that was now rock, and Tin stopped quickly trying to make Rae turn around. Tin warned her of some kind of disease that was near. She nuzzled him to continue on and she convinced him everything was okay.
She heard the sound of someone else now and Tin quickly blended the two of them into the surroundings of the cave. Thy watched a stallion near them just wondering through the caves. They then started to follow him with quiet foot steps into the flaming falls. The room glowed with red hues as the water crashed down into the red pool of aqua under it. The stallion halted as he looked at the falls. She looked over his body wondering if he would be her prince, but right now he just looks like he is in pain from those bumps on his side. She pushed on Tin asking him to unmask them and the deer looked to her 'Lets go he is infected with something' She looked at him her teal eyes throbbing with wanting to help him 'No i need to help him' She smiled walking foward towards the stallion.
Her long tail drug behind her as Tin rushed back to her side words Hello Sir, My name it Raeden, I couldn't help but notice those sores on your side. I can try to heal you , You see i have magic that purifies your whole body and it might help you. I did not mean to just creep up on you, but Tin is slightly shy. She smiled at her companion walking next to the stallion, she would hope her magic would work on him. She got blessed with spark and light magic so she might as well use it.
words I hope i did not disturb you peace, i just wanted to try to help you. As long as i dont get those things i will be happy. She chuckled careful not to touch him in case it would spread to her. Her eyes gazed over the falls and she looked to Tin. This was a remarkable place, every room glowed with different colors. She still could not get her mind off of Ru, all she did was think about her as she looked in the water below her dazing off for a few minutes waiting for the stallion to answer her.
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OOC:: I threw her in she should be able to heal him if you would like :)
Sheba another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate
Ahhh. The sigh slid quietly from her muzzle, like the flutter of moth wings dancing toward a flame. Honey eyes blinked slowly, taking in the glory of the glittering crystals, and Sheba inhaled once more. Black velvet lips curled into a small smile. Though she rather resented the lush bloom of spring and the constant reminders of youth, her love for shiny things had not gone away. Here, in the cool damp refuge from the growing heat, she had come to admire the treasure room in Helovia’s heart.
And though it was dark and cold, it was lovely! Besides the shimmering gems, the cavern held another gem: silence. A private creature by nature, the lady liked her solitude, and few would bother her down here. Except…The distinctive ring of hooves on stone came echoing down the passage, as if mocking her assumptions. The mare’s ears pinned, and she slipped into the shadows before peering up the tunnel.
What—or rather whom—she saw surprised her. Why, she mused, an incredulous smirk creeping across her features, was that Dragomir? She hadn’t seen the crafter in seasons, in fact…The old mare shrunk back, ears falling to the side. She hadn’t seen him since before this curse had been set upon her nearly two years ago. If she were to greet him, would he even recognize her? She didn’t know. Still, she was…well, not lonely, but rather desirous of some social acknowledgement. Sheba remembered the crafter as having a gentle spirit, and she suspected that he might look kindly on her pitiful old form, even if he did not know that it was her. She would speak to him.
But no sooner had she stepped forward than another mare approached. Sheba’s gaze narrowed and darkened at the sight of the young beauty, a unicorn who could have rivaled her even in her better days. As her sickly-sweet voice carried down the passage, the old mare’s face soured, and she began to turn away. She refused to stand side by side with this unknown hussy—she might have a pretty face, but she was probably vain and stupid. Poor Dragomir would be on his own in dealing with her, she thought bitterly. But as she moved away, her creaking joints betrayed her. A stiff step sent a pebble bouncing away into the dark with a clatter, and she froze, cursing silently. Had they heard that?
OOC: So sorry for the wait!! Can’t wait to reunite them! Also, don’t mind Grumpybuns, Dressy, she’s just jealous xD
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Image Credits || original coding by Tamme; modified by Shady
He had been raised differently than this, he thinks, looking into the red sheet that falls before him, for he had been taught loyalty; and such are his thoughts when the sound of another turns his pale eyes about, his broad chest still turned to the magma so that the right side of his face glows ruddy and orange.
The figure is female, svelte and curved, her pale hair cascading in easy ripples and ringlets, her features adorned with a single, spiraling horn, one that shines a thousand tones of pink, violet, and bright, midnight blue in the red light refracted from its white and polished surface. He’s seen stones very similar before in the red earth that is packed tight about the chasm in which they dwell, and he even knows its name: opal. That it has made its way onto her face rather than the ground is a peculiarity about unicorns that the simple, equine stallion will never understand – or seek to.
He accepts it, like he does most things; like he accepts her company, though he’d rather dwell in silence and the penance of his pain.
The smile which alights on his face is less warm than that of the unicorn maiden, reserved as the uneasy trot which carries her companion in her wake, but he tries, none the less. His tail sways gently in the super heated air as she introduces herself and the peculiar miniature buck, words pouring from her mouth like rain from overburdened clouds – which, he supposes, is good, because it means he’ll have to talk that much less.
"Peace would mean nothing if it was not occasionally broken," he answers thoughtfully, because he’s in a thoughtful place – his voice is even deeper than its usually oceanic depths, rich and alive with the storm clouds which fringe his heart, and the rumble is low, the stag disliking the echo of his own voice in the cavern (and seeking to avoid it by keeping his volume minimal), "and help is always appreciated."
He is nodding in a distant, conversational sort of way, and about to introduce himself in turn, when another sound draws his attentions back out towards the direction of the exit, pulling his bulky tritoned figure all the way about where only his face had moved to greet Raeden and Tin. Curiosity lifts his ears, pale eyes searching the shadow and pale gray stone for the figure which had made the noise.
"I’m Dragomir, of the…well, no where now," he offers, though its more of an afterthought, his focus more fully placed on the dim shadows (cursing his eyes for their failure to see thoroughly as some seemed to see in the darkness); yet, it’s only when he takes a moment to look back towards the opal crowned maiden and back into the depths that he manages to pick out the familiar figure of yet another lightly pelted unicorn.
This one, he does know, at least he thinks so anyway; there is something familiar to her small stature, and as he looks more closely, he sees the smooth reflection of round, glass baubles.
His heart shudders violently in mourning; his glass. The sight of it makes a part of him reach out in longing, a part which withers and whimpers as it withdraws.
"Sh…Sheba?" he calls out to her, pulling her name from his memory, dusting off the cobwebs of disuse.
@Raeden @Sheba
[ OOC: Ah I took forever I'm sorry guys. D: Sometimes he just doesn't cooperate with me at all. ]
11-16-2015, 10:04 PM (This post was last modified: 11-16-2015, 10:04 PM by Raeden.)
Have you ever noticed how every hurricane gets its name from a girl like this?
You're gonna wish you had a storm warning; you're gonna wish you had a sign.
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Raeden looked to the stallion walking closer to him to finally stand next to the sick creature. With the boils over his body he looked like death, something that was not even close to being a king. She smiled and listened to the stag speak as Tin stood near her gazing over the stallion. He was not pleased with him and he made that very clear by the small huffs and puffs from his deer nose. Raeden flicked her teal eyes to the small creature and shook her head as to say enough of this shit. Then her attention focused back on the stag who approved of her help. It would be the first time she used her magic on someone since she had left, she hoped she could remember how to use it.
She lowered her cream crown and closed her teal eyes focusing on the healing of this poo stallion. She took a deep breath and with that the cave started to light up with a purple glow. As she released the magic from her crown, the light sparked and jumped towards the stallion. Not only did it try to heal him, but anything in the environment that was sick would also try to be healed. Even another equine would feel the affect of her magic. When it was over the smell of fresh rain filled the cave and Raeden almost fell to the ground with exhaustion from using this magic. Tin quickly ran over to her aid as he flicked his oriental antlers at the stallion telling him to back away from her now.
When she had gotten her self back together she looked to the stallion who she found out was named Dragomir she heard foot steps behind her. Her head quickly flicked to see another mare standing in the cave with them. 'Great just what I need' she looked to Tin speaking to him. Her teal eyes gazed over the old creature as she turned back to Dragomir once again. Well it is nice to meet you. I hope that this helped you get better from those Boils. They seem painful. If you had any other ailment it should have cured that too.. My magic purifies the whole environment. What brings you two to the caves? she questioned trying to play nice with including the other mare that he apparently knew.
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OOC:: @Random Event to cure Dragomir and sorry it took so long
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