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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.
10-11-2015, 02:48 PM (This post was last modified: 10-25-2015, 12:47 PM by Isopia.)
ISOPIAAnd we came forth to contemplate the stars
[Open. Iso is just working on her secret hut ^^]
The days had grown warmer, but Isopia was not deceived. Soon Frostfall would come again, and she would have to dwell here in the Falls, rather than on the high cliffs of the Edge. That wasn't the only reason that she had begun this construction project; privacy was her key concern. The girl would happily freeze all winter long knowing that her whereabouts were hidden - but having a place to stay warm and dry was a nice enough goal to work towards.
Already the foundation and walls had been constructed. She needed a little bit more reinforcing, and would need to build the roof, but all in all, things were shaping up quite quickly and nicely. As she moved into the clearing where her hut was located, she looked longingly at the hot-tub that she had created last season with Volterra. Her golden gaze grew docile and void for a moment as her mind overlapped the current scene, with the image of their two massive bodies huddled so closely together in the rocky-pool. Isopia didn't even notice that she had been holding her breath, and hastily she let it go with a shake of her quad-horned skull.
She was here for a reason - to bring balance. Like her ashen cousin Aithniel, it consumed her daily. But lately another thought had been consuming her mind (although more properly it was consuming her body. Her mind actively rallied against the pent-up feelings of sexual frustration), and so she threw herself harder into her work to try and compensate.
From around the circumference, Iso gathered branches, dead leaves and grasses, and anything else that she could find which would would help with construction.
Will be using a personal magic crafting slot + rank magic to add +2 large items (the roof + extra wall support)
10-13-2015, 01:05 AM (This post was last modified: 10-14-2015, 02:20 PM by Imonada.)
All Isopia has to do is look up from her concentrations and to the side -- she'd see Imonada, in her most natural of habitats, quietly watching her work. What is a grounded raven if not a fox instead? She wasn't much good at anything other than sneaking about and remembering things, the latter even often threatened by her mentally altering proclivities. Streamlined and of premiere stock, she is seemingly cut from the very fabric of night, a pegasus of bottomless black from her sleek coat taut over lean musculature to wavy tresses in inky cascades, nary a speck save the whites of eyes beneath a sweep of sooty lashes. Large, velvety wings remain tucked to her trim sides as she stands, placidly, between twisted ash trees that whisper and shiver in the warm breeze. A small shadow jutting from between the underbrush, even when alighted by the day -- nothing to outshine her darkness.
A clear Midday Tallsun has decorated her decolletage and flank in a glassy bead-work of sweat, while the sweet folksy scent of worked earth laid over with moonshine yarrow and pink gaura assault her senses, congealing with the sultry summer heat that hangs in the air like laundry out to dry. A pair of crows noisily argue in the treetops while squirrels scamper across branches, but it is lazy and subdued here, a true retreat.
It may not be immediately obvious, but Imonada is completely stoned, which could account for her neutral pacified expression juxtaposed brilliantly against eyes that shone with intense interest in the larger demi-god's ministrations. She looks quite content being the watcher, admiring the laid foundations and the effort the mare toils. It doesn't occur to her yet to offer any help; after all, the textures appearing out of the nascent hut are very interesting.
elizabeth: you're not telling us everything.
red: let me put your mind at ease; i'm never telling you everything.
--blacklist
force allowed
plotting prior to death/maiming please
The earthen-girl continued to work, unaware of the presence of another. Although Isopia valued her privacy, she had not yet learned how to be sensitive to the deceptive arts of those around her. In fact, she was actually quite bad at it. So many in her herd - and indeed generally those that she met - found her so odd and obtuse, that they usually steered clear. She was no social butterfly, and wasn't even a wallflower. Hardly any even knew who she was (although as a general rule when they learned of her lineage, they became a great deal more forgiving of her oddities).
With a grunt of effort, the demi-God narrowed her golden-hued eyes as she stared at the structure. Nostrils flaring, she wove her magic deep into the supports, causing them to glow brightly for a moment before dimming back down. Tendrils of heat now radiated outwards from the hut. Although it wasn't needed now, it soon would be when the winds of OrangeMoon and the snows of FrostFall came.
Will I even be here then? She wondered silently, recalling one of Volterra's questions. If he had asked her to become an outcast ... would she? Shaking her quad-horned skull the girl tried to erase these thoughts from her mind. She had a duty here, and although she didn't not consider this herd her family, nor did she submit to the obligations they bestowed upon her, nevertheless she knew that she could not just up and leave them, no matter how badly she might want to.
10-19-2015, 10:00 PM (This post was last modified: 10-20-2015, 02:27 AM by Imonada.)
Oddities and the odd were Imonada's obsession. Isopia was doomed from the very beginning, her aloofness the other girl's intrigue...
She was loathe to interrupt the deep, critical thoughts of another, mired in their work so, engulfing themselves in the process while their ruminating mind obsessively tore apart conversations and events. She did not need to peek inside Isopia's skull to know the other raven was throwing herself into the construction, so skillfully focused, her passion laid bare for those with the ability to see it for what it truly is. This alone, what she could see, was as equally fascinating as the artful result such deep concentrations wrought. What was driving this god-child? What was she mulling over as she poured her lifeblood into this new creation? Imonada had to know; but she was tactful, all things considered, and a proper segue was in order. All things in good time.
She waited longer for a decent moment to show her hand, as inconsequential as before. There was something decidedly delicate about this situation and the realization only made it more so. Isopia had sent a clear message about her desire for others at the moment, secluding herself away, burying herself in labor. It was a difficult boundary to dance upon; leave her be or interact? But... if she was cast away, she would honor it, so was there any major harm in probing a bit before coming to that end?
When Isopia sets a glow to the structure that radiates such an exquisite warmth --even in the Tallsun heat, it was superseded by a dizzying layer soaked in magic that was felt deeper than the breath of fire that stoked across her skin-- before standing back to survey her product, Imonada seizes the opportunity to make herself known.
"Hello," the tiny black pegasus offers, moving out of her shrouded domain and further into Isopia's; she stands away, facing the masked raven, affording the other mare a respectful amount of room even while she no longer remains at an impersonal, observant, detached distance. "You've much enviable skill." With a lazy flick of her gossamer tail, she takes a good long look at the hut with keen attention; she may not know a lick of the trade, but she feigns it well. "I was watching you for awhile, as creepy as that sounds..." A self-depreciating chuckle chuffs its way out from her nostrils. She was gifted in her own way, but for all the magnitude of capable feats, awkwardness often came hand in hand; ingrained so deeply that even a good, heady buzz couldn't muffle it. "There is something about those who can create, to make real their imaginings... That bridge, I do not have it. You do, though. I'm Imonada."
*hugs* sorry for the delay, had a hectic week!
*falls in love with isopia sry not sry*
As Imonada's words broke through Iso's silent contemplation, her entire frame of mind immediately shifted.
Her ears pinned against her head, and her tired muscles contracted and hardened. Her massive frame rotated on her feathered hind-legs as she spun, her narrow chest halting in a line from where the ebony pegasus was sliding from the shadows. Isopia had thought the reclusive nature of both herself and her hut would dissuade others from ever coming here. Apparently she was wrong.
She had been watched.
And while did didn't find it creepy as the dark mare suggested, she did find it an invasion of her privacy; something she took very seriously. Was there a way to forbid this intrusions from happening? A warning system? Automatic lasers? If nothing else, all she wanted was a way to know if she was being sneaked up on.
There is something about those who can create, to make real their imaginings... That bridge, I do not have it. You do, though. I'm Imonada.
"Okay." She offered, her voice academic and clinically cold sounding.
So you can't even help me with this. Isopia thought through gritted teeth. Her large golden eyes peered through her death-marked features, studying the inky mare. She clearly wasn't here to learn - as evidenced by her self-admitted lack of skill, and she wasn't here to deliver a message - or she would have done so already, then why was it that she had been watching. And for so long? Did she know who Isopia was? Was that why she offered her own name, but didn't ask for the earthen-girl's? Was this some weird fanaticism? Did the dark mare have some ties to Iso's Father? Or, unlikely but not impossibly, her Mother?
"Do you need something?" She asked after a time, her weary muscles loosening slightly as the mare presented no obvious threat.
Oh so sensitive, she can feel the annoyance radiating off the other mare like the hot rays of the Tallsun. She noticeably shies away when Isopia turns to confront her, so tall and imposing, and in response turns her head and drops her gaze respectfully, the demi-god's displeasure sour upon her own palate. Although she expected this outcome, one of many she tallied for possibility, she still felt it deeply -- even if, detached, she figured this was how the mare was with others in general. Her streak of bravery, however, comes in handy and she gathers her fledgling courage. "Do you need someone to talk to?" It's blurted out suddenly, accompanying a shy shuffle of one fore-hoof over the other, scratches being scored into the crumbly dry earth. "No. I guess not. You don't seem like the type who wouldn't go after what she needed or wanted." There's a subtle wince, then as she verbally back-peddles, quickly. "Not that I would presume to know much of anything about you, but it's that's my current assessment."
Drawn back to the building, she silently admires Isopia's handiwork, meanwhile churning over options for a smoother conversation. She wasn't made to attack head-on, bullishly, in any aspect of her life; handling others was an artform, even if she was not yet a master of the craft. There would be another opportunity to glean the woman's name, among other things -- this was give and take, after all, assuming the other was even willing to give. "I need a lot of things," she laughs, melodically and mournfully, in a subdued way. "But I wouldn't worry about what I want, if I were you. It's inconsequential to you, anyway, isn't it?" There's no accusation in her voice, completely nonjudgmental, just plain honesty with a pinch of genuine interest.
Oblivious to the specific scorn concerning her ability to be useful, she offers anyway: "Do you need anything? I saw a blueberry bush a few meters back. I can show you, if you're hungry after all that work." Still she maintains relative neutrality, if not a bit dazed from her drugs. "I'm new here, in Hidden Falls," she provides politely, "And in Helovian in general, I guess. I was sick and Brisa found me and here I am."
.. Not to mention contracting Green Labyrinth Lung, the incident with the stallion Panzram, being cured, stumbling upon a crocodile god...