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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.
Ophelia was not used to her no nonsense ways being taken so well, but lacing her voice with honey did not seem appropriate. Fortunately, she had made the right call. Direct, to the point and clear was often better than flattery, and it spoke more about Morenth than herself. He was able to see through the gilded words and get to the truth, and not only that, he respected forged steel over precious metals. In the ways she knew, he was honorable and intelligent, and she was glad to be bringing him back.
So she gave him a brief background of this land and what she knew, carefully choosing her words. Though she lived in the land of the Moon Goddess, Ophelia hated her with a passion. After some time, she raised a brow at his outburst, looking onto her back where Tinek was inspecting an amulet. She smiled, the expression genuine. "Oh, this is Tinek, my dragon friend," she responded. "I am half blooded, thus I was able to bond to him when he was still an egg. We share a mind and a soul, and I am honored to do so," she explained.
"He's perfectly harmless. I think he likes you." Tinek responded by lifting up a taloned paw, waving and smiling. Then, the silver creature returned to inspecting the amulet, rather obsessed with shiny things. "I have yet to meet a dragon who did not have an eye for metals." Ophelia hummed softly, and then she looked back up. Trees began to rise in the West, an easy signal for her home, and the mists snaked between them. She pushed them deeper.
"This is the World's Edge, land of the Moon Goddess," she said. "Welcome home, Morenth." Ophelia lead him to the center of their land. "Be very careful when you are walking too far West. There are sheer cliffs on the other side that are difficult to see."
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
In the past Morenth would've been scolded for letting a mare do all the talking. "Speak up, they need to hear you son." His mother would growl, nipping him on the ear with her teeth. He would attempt to make conversation, but it would always come out awkward and clumsy. He definitely preferred being out in the training field where his actions did all the talking. He kept an ear firmly on Ophelia while she spoke, nodding when appropriate and sometimes looking her way. She spoke of many things of this land, in short summaries that did not bore him half to death, but pricked his interest some. The idea of Gods and Goddesses walking among them sounded like a ludicrous idea, but with the way she spoke, Morenth believed her.
The silver and red dragon did not appear to notice Morenth's reaction to him, instead playing with a jewel of some kind. A curved ear tilted towards Ophelia as she spoke fondly of him, Tinek the dragon. Morenth stiffened as it raised one of it's small paws, waving and giving him a toothy grin. "Oh, umm..." sheepishly he have him a small smile in return, ducking his head and returning his attention to Ophelia. "What a curious being," he spoke softly, more to himself than to her. "So you...are connected? Can you read each others thoughts?" He asked, wanting to clarify what she had said, casting one backwards glance at Tinek. The small creature was still milling over the jewel and Morenth couldn't help but think he looked like a giant lizard. Not that he'd ever seen one grow to that size before, heck, in comparison to Ophelia he it would appear he was still very naive to the world. There was so much more to it than the mountain he had once saw as his entire world; it now appeared pitifully small.
A soft mist had began to creep upon them and to the west Morenth could make out a thin line of trees in the distance. He wondered if they were similar to the ones found in the Threshold, but then shook his head. Surely they couldn't be nearly as thick as that forest had been. The pale mare strode out through the thickening mist with a confident stride and Morenth followed without question until finally Ophelia stopped. Morenth walked a few paces ahead of her before finally stopping and turning to hear her welcome him to World's Edge. He looked towards the tall trees that were difficult to make out behind the mist. Home. He wondered if he could really make this home. "Thank you Ophelia." He dipped his head.
[ Look at me killing two birds with one stone! ;D Welcome to the family, Ehrendi and Skitty! ^^ ]
Home. What was home even? A place? A feeling? Belonging?
But Mauja wasn't sure he belonged—he wasn't sure he had ever belonged. Maybe, he belonged to the land, to the towering evergreens and the thick fog, and the cries of sea gulls and the crash of waves against tall, white cliffs, but to—with—the herd..? There had always been a distance in his heart, a wall just behind his eyes, a fear of attachment, and that was why he had been above and beyond, aloof and detached. A guide, a leadstar, the first to rise and the last to fall—there, but not quite there either. A haunting presence. A shield. A bulwark.
He sighed softly as he trekked across the face of Helovia, leading Calista steadily west in easy silence. He didn't belong now, either—in a sense, half the herd wasn't his. He ruled with a man he knew nothing about, a man that intrigued him when near, a man he loathed when not near. Mauja closed his eyes for a step. He didn't belong, because he didn't know who he was—couldn't belong, until he knew.
So until then, he merely existed, going through the motions and waiting for divine inspiration to strike him like lightning, or some such shit.
He had to make his own purpose, but he was at a loss for ideas. Nothing sparked a connection in his heart, nothing made him feel alive, and deep in his mind the two voices warred: one that growled you have no right, and one that whispered do whatever the fuck you want. Trapped in the balance between them Mauja amounted to precisely nothing.
He barely noticed crossing the line into his own home. It was only after a few steps, when Irma launched herself from his back and leaving only Diego to ride his shoulder, that he came to from his rather depressing musings, and came to a halt. His large, white head turned to watch Calista. "This is it," he told her, voice soft, forming white clouds joining the thin mist. Up ahead, it grew thicker. "The World's Edge. Come on," and he was off again, slipping deeper, tracking a pair of scents that had passed here recently. One made his heart beat with apprehension, one with curiosity.
Ophelia had brought a stranger home.
Ophelia, the pristine, forsaken creature who had in equal parts crushed him and made him soar—Ophelia, whom he had hurt deeply, and finally lost to someone strong enough to love her.
Ophelia, whom he did not know what to feel for. What to do with. Memory, habit, stupid, clinging hope had his heart skipping a beat each time he caught her scent, or sight of her, and in its wake came resentment, uncertainty, the echo of Roskuld's voice seeping through his veins, and a deep, profound desire to be able to let go.
But Mauja had never been able to let go of anything, so the wreckage of their ship dragged him down into the depths to drown him.
Finally, he caught sight of them. One the pale of midwinter snow, the other—well, there was no easy way to describe him. Tall and well-built Mauja's first impression of the stranger was handsome. Tan, with darker stripes like Maren, a white splotch breaking it up. Two horns, some kind of blue high-light that reminded Mauja of those who had come from the Rift.
Definitely handsome.
"Ophelia," he called lightly—with the fog around them distance was never as far as it seemed, and he strode out of it with the black-and-white mare in tow. "Stranger." It was gently said to Morenth, and a nod and a small smile offered to him. "I am Mauja. This—" He motioned to the slim mare accompanying him. "—is Calista."
No words escaped her lips, for the mare said nothing, replying only with a brisk nod of her dainty head. The steady rise and fall of her breath created a sort of rhythm with which the clopping of her hooves followed. Although he was larger than her, keeping up with Mauja seemed to be no problem with Calista's slender thoroughbred legs. Not even her aching body could deter her from trotting along alongside the unicorn with the animation she'd acquired from their encounter. It was the adrenaline rising within her bones, possibly caused by the idea of knowing she might meet new friends and become a part of something larger than herself. Maybe she would feel like she had a family again since the separation from her loved ones by the unfortunate trials of life.
As they traveled west, the tobiano mare kept a short distance behind her leader, scanning the surrounding area as it changed from open meadow to thick groves of trees, whose arm-like branches reached to the sky. The pair of them established an easy pace as they crossed through the remainder of the Treshold on their way to the Edge, the yellow sun high in the sky as they were reaching the forest. Her outlandish blue eyes studied the man as he went. He did not speak to her, instead, lost in thought. His mind was busy, she observed. She wondered what it was that he seemed to be so focused upon, but knew better than to ask. She breathed softly beside him, nostrils slightly flared. Fortunately her Arabian blood allowed her immense stamina. The woman allowed silence to surround them as they trotted along, recollecting her thoughts. Though the time was only a year past, it seemed her solitude had lasted a lifetime, during which nearly everything had changed as she was left to her lonesome, or rather, she chose it. However, her current place was not one she could have ever imagined. When her world turned to ash and dust, Calista could not have fathomed what the future would hold.
They were leaving behind the soft daylight now, whose threads of sun shone down on the horizon, warming the soil. The majority of the fiery glare was quickly dotted out by a massive wall of trees that appeared to cradle the kingdom on either side. Thick clouds swirled around her body, as the sun's rays began to disappear from view, except for a tiny brand of overhead light that traced the through the clouds. The unicorn mare held her head high, her long locks streaming behind her; any onlooker would see that she was a creature with a purpose.
She followed Mauja to the border, halting beside him. Her head swiveled to study the misty acreage that enveloped her being. All was quiet; peaceful, even. The foliage was lush, so plentiful that bare earth was scarcely in sight. Though they had not yet reached the ocean, the smell of salt lingered in the air. Calista found herself gaping at the surreality of it all. "Wow." She breathed, "It is quite beautiful." When she had caught her breath, she picked up speed again, heading further into the lands of the Edge. Mauja led her through the fog. In some places it was so thick that she could not see where to place her feet. After a few more minutes, they came to a clearing. In it stood two unicorns. They were both intriguing animals; the snow-colored mare with red-dipped hair, like the color of blood. And, well, it was quite difficult to sum up the other. He was young looking, and slightly taller than herself, with a unique striped coat. Two large tusks, which were dipped in cyan, protruded from his skull. There was a little vermilion dragon playing with a gem, which she found to be quite curious. Calista was keen to meet them.
The mare called Ophelia looked up as Mauja addressed her. Calista's features beamed as she approached. Despite the overwhelming sensation of it all, animation buzzed within the damsel's chest. To ease her childlike fervor, she took in the tranquility that the surrounding gray gloom brought. The remarkableness of everything around her placed a hurry within her step, eyes wide with wonder, ears perked forward and listening into the unknown just beyond. Quickly she found herself positioned before these two strangers. She followed Mauja's introduction with a polite tip of her horn and a smile. "Hello. It's a delight to make your acquaintance. How do you fare on such a fine day?"
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