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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.
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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.
11-17-2015, 10:56 PM (This post was last modified: 11-17-2015, 11:00 PM by Rift.)
This is something
All or nothing
RIFT
The sun was relentless as it pulsed upon the ruby stallion's back, golden tendrils of light scalding their way across the sandy terrain. Swiveling his ears about, Rift tried to catch the sound of approaching hoofbeats, but with the muffling effects of the sand and the gentle crashing of the waves, it was a slim chance that the lad would hear anything unless the creature were already upon him. He rolled his shoulders and flicked his tail, a habit that had developed over long years of anxiety and worry.
Somehow, after leaving Naerys with her family at the Edge, Rift, Ranjiri, and Laedere had been separated. He had been so focused on his daydreams and nostalgic memories, that he didn't even notice that the pair of mares from Dragon's Throat were no longer accompanying him. Fortunately, though, Ranjiri and her jeweled eyes had been smart enough to give the boy directions to the borderlands of the Throat. Though, from the looks of it, unless Dragon's Throat was beneath an ocean, he had gotten lost.
Relaxing his shoulders and letting his blue and black spotted wings droop to the sands, the lanky rogue stared dully at the ground beneath his hooves. What would warrant a land being named Dragon's Throat? He supposed it could be a misnomer; after all, he was born in a lush and almost paradisal canyon called the Inferno Rift. A small smile curled his lips at the thought of his childhood home and how much he had taken for granted. His skull drooped lower, every breath stirring up the little golden grains that peppered the earth. For the scarlet boy, the past would always be bittersweet.
At least the weather was nice.
words: ### | tag: @Gaucho@Megaera@Ranjiri@Laedere @whoever else tbh c: | notes: RIFT YOU ARE LITERALLY A SULKING CHILD. But this is his joining thread<3
Dear Sun Lord, I really am my father's child. How does that saying go again? Oh, right: the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I was being as neurotic as my father was when it came to patrolling the borders. Okay, so, maybe calling him neurotic was taking it too far, but lately I had become obsessed with keeping a watchful eye on our land. Then again, I guess it was reasonable. Ever since the fight with the tigress my muscles had been tense, my awareness on edge. Something felt off and wrong.
Then again, coming face to face with a goddess who wasn't from these lands felt just as odd. Not to mention, something that had been chewing away at the back of my head, but why did the gods involve us mortals? Our lives were so fragile, unlike theirs'. Or maybe not. I witnessed a god bleed and [i]die. It left a hollow feeling. Like, could our gods be taken down by a band of mortals that easily? Surely not.
Luckily a distraction pulled me out of my musings. My eyes narrowed as I spotted a colored dot on the ground. I slowly began to descend, taking my time so that I may observe this possible intruder. Upon closer inspection, the scarlet pegasus was a stallion. He looked lost, or at least that was she assumed. The way he stared at the water as if it wasn't supposed to be there. A dry smile cracked my facial features as I remembered the days before the Throat had been separated from the rest of the land.
I landed lightly, careful not to kick up sand in the stranger's eyes. I remained on guard, but I did not wish to scare away a potential recruit (or someone who was already in the Dragon's Throat and I had never seen them). "Zenobia, warrior of the Dragon's Throat. What business do you have with my home, stallion?" Though the words were assertive and strong, there was an underlying hint of a gentle lullaby.
ooc hope you don't mind that i joined~ sorry for he lackluster post tags@Rift
11-19-2015, 08:11 PM (This post was last modified: 11-19-2015, 08:12 PM by Rift.)
This is something
All or nothing
RIFT
It wasn't long before the sound of hooves pressing upon sand brought the scarlet boy's head up, his lips curling into a wide grin and an exclamation of relief perched upon his lips. But it was not Ranjiri and Laedere that stood before him, no, it was yet another stranger. Tilting his head in a birdlike fashion at the presence of the buttermilk mare, Rift did not have to wait long for an explanation.
Oh.
Confusion crinkled his brow as he switched his gaze back and forth between the shield maiden - Zenobia, if he had heard correctly - and the lapping waves. Was she a transformed hippocampus or was the Dragon's Throat simply hidden beyond the sea? Staring at her wings, the latter possibility seemed to be likely. Focusing once more upon the proud figure of Zenobia, Rift grinned in what he hoped was a sheepish manner and lifted his wings back to their place at his shoulder - it would do no good to look like a buffoon before an emissary of his potential new home.
"Hi." He cleared his throat, dismayed at the raspy quality of his voice, and tried once more, "Hello, I'm Rift and well..." the ruby rogue shifted awkwardly, cursing himself for his inability to hold a normal conversation without coming off as a fool, "Ranjiri and Laedere were escorting me here. Do you know them? They wanted me to join the Throat, but we... "
He looked around helplessly, as if the winged pair of women would suddenly materialize at his side to offer support, "We got separated on our way back from the World's Edge. We were escorting a yearling home and, well, I don't know where they went..." He trailed off, hoping that he had given enough of an explanation for the warrior to deem him harmless enough not to throw into the sea.
GAUCHO
Doubt comes in on sticks but then he kicks like a horse.
A small zephyr, awash in fire, gently drifted towards the two. She hooted a warm hello to Zenobia, recognizing the mare instantly, and trilled brightly at the stranger. Her orangey-red body exploded into a more brilliant array of flames as she flew higher into the air, hovering between the pair happily.
Quickly following in her wake, was Gaucho the Wildfire, Sultan of the Throat. On ever-burning wings, he glided without haste towards the two. Pegasi were always welcome in the Throat, but newcomers were traditionally escorted into their borders. It wasn't often that even those with wings, merely found their way to them. Had his daughter brought this stallion home? Although he trusted her judgement, if that was the case, the stallion would need to be formally accepted by someone of a higher rank.
Gaucho's blackened ears flickered slightly as he landed with a surprising elegance for a creature his size, upon the bloody sands. Walking purposefully towards the two, he greeted his daughter with a gentle nod of his antlered skull. Then his steely blue-gray gaze pulled towards Rift.
"I Gaucho, Sultan of Dragon's Throat. Welcome." He offered, his voice rich and resonant. In his antlers, a gunsteel coloured snake slithered forward. Her black eyes regarded the pegasus with a lazy intrigue, before falling to Zenobia. With a small hiss, she greeted the white dun, as she intertwined herself higher into Gaucho's antlers for a better view.
"What brings you to Throat?" Gaucho continued, folding his flaming wings against his darkened flanks.
It was not long before yet another equine joined the small company upon the scarlet sands, this time the stranger held an air of primal authority. Rift had to resist the urge to take a few steps back as he appraised the stranger. Fiery wings, antlers, serpents and bone adorned the stallion as naturally as Rift's own wings sprouted from his shoulders, giving the brute a look of refinement along with one of intimidation all at once. The gangly lad felt the muscles in his legs tense; he could handle questioning by the buttermilk warrior, but the intimidation factor that the newcomer offered caused Rift's anxiety to spike.
Where were Laedere and Ranjiri?
Again, he cast his gaze about whilst swiveling his ears, praying that the pair would materialize from the distance and offer their protection. What if the two pegasi that stood so sure and strong before him deemed him unworthy? Where could he go? The sun beat down upon his back, it's unrelenting heat offering a small comfort in the face of what possibilities lay before him. As the stranger spoke, introducing himself as Gaucho, Rift felt his anxiety bloom and his mouth opened and closed silently; what sort of introduction was the Sultan looking for?
Panicked, Rift chose instead to bow, his lips brushing the earth while his wings fanned out from his sides, careful not to graze the shallow dunes and stir up sand. As he straightened, he met the kindly eyes of the Sultan - his Sultan, with any luck - and offered a hesitant grin before summoning the courage to speak. "Hello, Lord... Uh, Ki-no, Sultan Gaucho. I'm Rift." He cleared his throat, damning himself all the while, "Ranjiri and Laedere found me in the threshold. We escorted a yearling back to the World's Edge, but somehow, I think maybe in the mists of the forest, we got separated." He looked about forlornly for a moment, "I'm sorry I lost them.. I was hoping I could join your ranks."
words: ### | tag: @Zenobia@Ranjiri@Laedere @Gaucho @whoever else tbh c: | notes: I hope i got the posting order right..???
even the most powerful darkness can be defeated by the tiniest spark of light
I definitely didn't take a detour when we were supposed to be escorting Rift back to the Throat to see if Dragomir was in the meadow. I definitely did not do that because that wouldn't be very responsible since I was supposed to be helping keep an eye on the newcomer.
Only ... I did detour through the meadow and I did look for Dragomir and I didn't find him and then I couldn't find Rift or Laedere. I had told him where to go to find the Throat, so the place I could figure to begin looking was the Throat. If I managed to beat them there I decided that I would just wait until I saw them and ask what took them so long, no big deal.
But... when I finally made it to the Throat Rift was already there and he was standing face to face with Zenobia and Gaucho. I sighed and I began my descent. I landed next to Rift and folded my wings against my sides, doing my best to hide the grimace as I folded my wing that had been injured in the god fight. "Sorry." I murmured to Rift. "I had to land because my wing was bothering me then I couldn't find you or Laedere." That was a believable little white lie, wasn't it? It wasn't entirely untrue. "I'm glad I told you were to go so you didn't get too lost." And I reached out to bump my muzzle against his shoulder if he let just to show that we were on good terms to Gaucho.
"Hi Gaucho." I couldn't help it, I smiled warmly at the sultan then I looked at his daughter. "Zenobia. Laedere and I found Rift in the Threshold and we invited him come home with us."
11-28-2015, 05:30 AM (This post was last modified: 11-28-2015, 05:31 AM by Zenobia.)
Ranjiri and Laedare. Ah, yes. I had heard a great deal about Ranjiri (although we always seemed to miss one another). As for Laedere, well, I couldn't help but smile. I had accompanied her on a patrol and she was a sweet soul. It fit her character perfectly, from what I had been able to see, to escort a new member to the Throat. Her absence, however, made me curious. Perhaps even a bit wary. I kept my unease to myself, though. Jumping to conclusions was an awful habit and I was trying to shake it.
Ave landed next to me and I unconsciously took a step closer to the blazing Sultan. Silently, I listened to the stranger as he seemed to panic at my father's presence. He bowed and I nodded. Good, he knew his place. Then again, there were not many who could stand up to the strength of my father's aura: his pressure made even the unruly yield.
Spots of bright, vivid gold entered my vision as a mare descended upon our little gathering. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Should I fetch a medic to look at your wing?" Based on how she spoke, and going on her appearance alone, I assumed this mare must be Ranjiri. Finally, I let myself relax. If the daughter of the great Midas approved of the stallion then I could afford to let my defenses down (albeit not all the way). However, there was one concerning factor left.
"Where is Laedere?" She arrived with neither the potential new recruit or the artisan. "I have not seen her return." While I had been patrolling I hadn't seen a single sign of the pale mare. Of course, it was a possibility that my eyes just simply missed her or we had somehow passed each other.
A vaguely familiar scent rode on the breeze for a moment before the sound of hooves alighting on sand filled the air. Turning to his right, the scarlet brute nearly cried out in relief at the presence of his friend. A grin toyed with the edges of his mouth as he nodded a greeting toward her and listened as she spoke. So she had lost Laedere as well... His brow crinkled in concern for the flightless mare, but he couldn't dwell upon her absence for too long.
Returning Ranjiri's shoulder-bump with his own on her neck, Rift nodded absently at her words; no apology was needed, they had ended up in the right place despite the bumps in their metaphorical road. The sorrel gent listened as Zenobia spoke, content to allow his company do the talking - he wasn't too sure he could depend on his voice to be steady in the presence of the massive Sultan.
In fact, casting a sidelong glance at the inferno-draped monarch, Rift felt a spike of anxiety lance through his consciousness; how were his companions not cowering before the terrifying giant that stood so casually before them? Mumbling something about wanting to inspect the inflammation at the base of Ranjiri's wing joint, Rift turned and gently tucked his head under his gold-limned friend's wing, effectively hiding his face from the intimidation factor.
His ears swiveled at the sound of Zenobia's inquiry and he felt his stomach twist ever so slightly; would they blame him for her absence? He felt nauseous at the thought of suspicion being cast upon him so early by those he wished to call family. Poking his nose out from under Ranjiri's feathers for a moment, the brilliantly colored coward spoke quietly.
"I haven't seen her since the mists of the World's Edge. If you would like, I could stand vigil for her tonight. It's the least I could do."
With that being said, the thin stallion retracted his nose and once more found himself draped int he relative safety of Ranjiri's wing.
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