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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.
He'd not had a personal hand in the promotion of the new leads of the World's Edge, but he'd known the end result at least. Mauja was not a name he recognized, but the memory of Torleik was still familiar inside his head. It had been the first time he and Lace had clashed, the first time he'd ever risen his voice in passion against a herdmate. Ironically it had led to him being promoted to King of the Edge, instead of cast out as he had fully anticipated. In the light of Lace's death, the memory only further depressed him. At first, when Kaj became aware of the fact that he would have to travel to the Edge on business, he'd wondered if Torleik would remember him as well. At least, that was before the Spark God battle, where Torleik had bodily shielded him and called him friend when his leg had been broken. It gave the golden beast hope in his weary heart, that perhaps he could thank the brute for his efforts, repay the debt that seemed to be easily switching between the pair of them.
It was not easy, returning. He had no companion to help him with the suffering in his heart, and he'd slipped away alone from the Falls with no escort or kin on this particular diplomatic mission. How could he ask that of them, when he knew this was how he would feel? The Aurelight didn't want to be viewed differently, to be seen as weak. His leg injury seemed to always bring that thought to the forefront of his mind, haunting him day and night. Weak, useless, crippled. Kaj pushed on nonetheless. Until the day he was physically or celestially unseated from his position, he would do his damned best to make sure his family was safe and thriving in the Falls.
There was so much he regretted, though.
He had never wanted to invade the Falls. Kaj wondered if his harrowing fear back then was adequate reasoning behind his actions. He despaired over the fact that he'd been demonized, that the previous Falls residents favored outcasting themselves rather than trying to fit into the herd he and Archibald wanted to build. Nobody had even tried to see his side of it. Did they make the hard decision, in the end? No. They were not the ones who had to be haunted by their choices every night, and yet they happily sat on their cushioned thrones and called him vile for trying to make the right choice. Clearly having a crown meant he was not mortal and fallible like all other beings, and he'd been thrust into the fires carelessly.
The Aurelight tried not to think such things very often, but as he approached the Edge with her achingly familiar towering trees and misted lands...he could not help but wonder where he'd be if he'd not decided to invade the Falls. He ached for his old friends, for simplicity and a herd that thrived and resounded with life and loyalty. Not that the Falls did not, but they were fewer in number than the Edge in full swing had been. Kaj had lived his entire Helovian life in the Edge, and he could feel his heart trying to match back up to the beat of the waves against the bleached cliffs once more. A crying child trying to cling to familiarity.
Kaj denied it the chance.
He wondered idly if perhaps Archibald should have been the one to go to the Edge. Kaj had strong ties to the Throat, at least, and Archibald a disposition that went against sentimentality. Yet the golden brute knew, as well, that Archibald had to atone for his mistakes against Gaucho before all four leads could exist in harmony once more. And he had wanted to thank Torleik for his efforts on the battlefield.
Calming himself as he stood a few paces from the borders, he adjusted his torso to take weight off his aching and complaining leg, only moderately familiar with the errant bolts of pain that would shoot through the generally numb area of his shoulder. Head tilted in wordless call, throat reverberating with the message he could not bring himself to speak aloud. Nor would it be effective considering the size of the Edge. A size he knew all too well.
And so he waited for foreign leaders to greet him in a land too familiar, and tried not to drown beneath the memories of a kingdom that had loved him nearly as much as he had loved it in return.
och jag växte upp snabbt, från min barndom var det allt—jag föddes redan slagen
då tänker du tyst och skriker högt, memorerar hela jävla monologen som skrevs för din inre röst,
[ Being vague about SWP damage. YES BRIT THREAD GO <3 ]
If there was one thing Mauja could relate to in all that went through Kaj's mind and heart, it was the pain of losing the Edge—and the ways you blamed yourself for it, second-guessing all you'd done. Could he have done more to prevent the Qian from rallying Helovia against him? Could he have done more to prepare his herd for battle? Could he have fought more; better? It had haunted him to the frozen north, it had haunted him as he passed into different dimensions and time streams, and it had haunted him under the borealis of the Basin.
But at some point the wounds in your heart grow old, and scabbed over. And maybe, if you're lucky, they'll eventually turn into scars.
It wasn't until Kahlua had taken him into the herd, after Psyche's death, that the pain had begun again. And now—there was no pain, only confusion, lingering resentment towards himself and the world, a dim, half-defined quest.
He felt like a ghost straying through the mist and the trees, white tendrils reaching out to stroke him, hold him, and let him go, swirling faintly with his passing. "Ghost," he murmured to himself, for no real reason, half-healed scabs in neat lines drawn from his right shoulder down his chest. His steps were shorter for it, some old, rusty red visible around the scabbed edges where movement had torn it open again. Injuries in flexible areas were a right bitch, but at least it didn't hurt anymore—well, no more than any healing wound, throbbing and itching deep within.
A call shattered the fragile peace of the Edge, a wordless cry of summons from a stranger's throat. Mauja's flowing motion didn't cease, merely grew slower, and his black-rimmed ears swirled atop his head. It was not someone he knew by sound, or sight, and angling down on silent wings Irma dived towards the near-intruder. Someone who knew enough of scents and borders to not trespass, but clearly wanting to get within, and as she fell from divine heights her pale blue eyes sharpened their focus, falling upon someone gold—
Kaj, his mind whispered, remembering standing at the back of a meeting as a triumvirate spoke of things he no longer remembered. Kaj, Archibald, Kahlua—Kaj, who had berated Kahlua for bearing the Earth God's child, and earned the ire of Mauja for that.
Kaj, a complete, utter stranger in the map of his heart—Kaj, judged only through the words and tears of another. It was the kind of loyalty he despised, and with a war being waged in his heart he did his best to wipe Kaj's filthy slate clean. What use are old scars and old grievances, anyway, when all hopes and dreams have been dashed; fled? The world was a dark enough place already. Mauja didn't have to make it darker.
He slipped out of the fog on the borders, slipped out of the embrace of the moon, a white specter with eyes of winter. Regal, simply by virtue of his blood. Blue gaze considered the other stallion in silence as he stopped on his side of the border, an invisible line drawn between their hearts. Shards of glass lay broken and crumpled on the ground, glittering like the tips of buried secrets. Slowly, Mauja's great white head tilted, long forelock sliding off the side of his face, and something—something like sunlight on the cold, sharp crust of snow—glittered deep in his eyes. "Kaj," he said, light voice gentle. This was the first time he spoke to the golden man. "I am beginning to suspect I am either overworked or lazy, as all my planned trips to speak with the rulers of other realms fall short when they beat me to it." A small, lopsided grin teased its way onto his black muzzle, an elegant curve of his lips. "What brings you here?" There was no accusation in his voice, only open curiosity, a kind of honesty matched by the attention of his ears—a desire to blot out the border-line carved between them, erase the political power of their current stance, beggar and king except they were both kings, just that here, only one of them was a king (—Queen).
Mauja did not believe in ruling—he believed in guiding.
[ Torleik is absent so no need to wait for him, or others. xP @Kaj ]
10-25-2015, 08:38 PM (This post was last modified: 10-25-2015, 08:38 PM by Kaj.)
Kaj
the Stormbringer
A part of him was bitter, standing outside the regal forest he'd known his entire life. This land was mine. Why do I stand and await judgment? But it was a past he had to lay with, a cold corpse that did nothing to warm his bed at night. Only when his heart was weak and bare did she come to life, fingers like crags to throw himself off of, scraping invisible wounds across his chest. A sordid affair because he'd tried to do his best in the unfair life and hand he'd been dealt. He wanted to scream, wanted to march into the borders and take back what had been his for the majority of his life. What good was his past outside of Helovia, where he'd been naught but a machine? He hungered, primordial desire to reclaim something that should not belong to him any longer. That rightfully should not haunt him.
It did nonetheless.
If there was one thing to speak for Mauja, it was that he did not leave Kaj to his suffering for long. Regal but wounded, they faced one another, like distorted mirrors. In the folds of his inner sanctuary, Kaj smiled, grim and wry with cynicism and defeat. You are no better than me, friend. And finally with an image to put to mind, Kaj remembered. Kahlua's mentioning of a stallion, someone who needed to be put on trial, welcomed once more to the misted lands. And like anything that was tied to Kahlua's memory, Kaj hated. Despised. Agonized over his own injustices, tucked away in the silent but screaming parts of his ribcage where it could not ruin what little preciousness he still had cupped inside his hands.
They stood, broken remains of proud people, and spoke with far more kindness (though the sincerity of it could be questioned) than they should have been capable. Kaj's smile was weary as it responded naturally to Mauja's words, a light of teasing flickering in pale blue eyes. "If I know anything of ruling, and the current events of the land, I'd say overworked is far more likely," he chuckled softly. Trying to make light a far too grievous event that made him shift unbidden where he stood, limb aching with remembrance. He didn't want to talk about it, not with a stranger at least. His feelings regarding the clashing of the celestials...they were violent and convoluted at best. A twitch in his cheek and the shadows on his face seemed to betray him, and he smoothly changed the subject. It was not something he wanted to dwell on.
"The same purpose as any other visitor," he confessed. "Though I'm sure your company is more than adequate," was followed with a curl of his lips. Kaj didn't know why he was being so warm, when he felt so hollowed out inside. A reminder of all the wrongs committed, standing before him. In his place. And he a puppet overlooked continually due to Archibald's shadow. Perhaps it simply killed him to admit that even through all the sins Mauja had committed, he was still better than Kaj. "The Falls as a herd want to keep the ties that existed back when you and Torleik were crowned. We offer our services as healers, masons, and soldiers in hopes of fair trade and community." What else was there to say? He felt disgusting, like a beggar waiting on the doorstep of the home he'd been evacuated from. Just when you thought you couldn't fall any lower, Kaj.