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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.
A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun
In the days following the Earth's reveal of his land, and the subsequent lack of a fight, Ampere had grown restless. This in and of itself was nothing new, but this particular drive was not her typical selfish wanderings or amplified energy. This was an ache she felt deep within, furthered by the paranoia she held over the Isles and the fight she was certain would come.
She spent several hours flying near the Hidden Falls, blue eyes cast down in the hopes of finding a black bird. She would have been within rights to land at their border and seek admittance, but given the nature of her visit she'd rather not have to explain or deal with politics. No, better to sort this out for what it was, better to wait and Whatch instead of dance with kings and vagabonds.Another lecture on companion bonds was bad enough, but a favor for her secret organization? She highly doubted the czars would be so understanding, and she hadn't much faith in her ability to lie. Hiding however, well when she tried, she could manage that well enough - she hid from Gaucho and herself often.
Sheathing Feusohm as she landed in the glade near the herd where she knew Isopia was (her true name did prove handy), Thunderhead instead withdrew Tuor. She grazed, if only to keep herself busy, while her magic and her breath coaxed the blade to show her the surroundings. She was searching for the familiar death-marked face, and hoped the mare was looking back.
Had Ampere actually found her in the Hidden Falls, in her hut, Iso might have thought about moving. That would have been four who knew of her secret sanctuary, which was about 400% too many. But this was almost just as invasive.
What Ampere would have seen was this:
A not-unskilled mixture of dirt and various twigs, leaves, and grasses formed a semi-circle, supported at various points by pillars of stone. A charm hung from the ceiling - a glowing acorn charm - that threw warm yellow rays throughout the cozy hut. Interrupting this architectural view, was Isopia, moving intelligently around the hut doing this and that - until something stopped her dead in her tracks.
The demi-god's golden eyes narrowed, even though her quad-horned skull continued looking forward, perpendicular to the blade. Melos, stood handle-up, with the blade dug into a piece of wood. Isopia found that having it folded beneath her wing was irksome when she was 'home', in her hut, and so the blade rested in this fashion. However never before had it displayed swaying grasses or a large blue eye.
Turning her head slowly and with great intent. Isopia glared at the blade, as if daring it to continue to breach her privacy when given her full attention. And, like any inanimate object, it completely ignored her scowls.
"I can see you now." She finally said, her voice sterile but soft, as if not wanting to let anyone else know where she was. The earthen-girl moved so that the light from the glowing charm did not back-light her, but instead illuminated part of her face.
A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun
As the metal tilted and shifted before her, Ampere used it to wander through a forest without moving. It was an exhausting and often fruitless method, but at times, like this, it rewarded her patience and perseverance. From the shining blade she found what, or rather who, she was looking for. The death-marked face of the raven-mare glowered back at her, and in response Ampere simpered.
Using her abilities to pull the blade away from her face, Ampere motioned at the clearing she was within, doing her best to show set land marks. It was an invitation for Isopia to join her, because the girl had certainly not extended the offer towards her - not that Ampere wanted to be there, else she would have already.
And what if she doesn't come, won't come? Ampere wasn't so sure then, but she thought she knew Isopia well enough to expect the girl to be up for conversation. One thing the earth child seemed to like was talking, and though Ampere did enough of that on her own, she was rather set on not yelling this time around about something; practice makes perfect. Like her father, isopia didn't react much to others, making her the perfect sounding board for Ampere. Like their elemental natures, Isopia grounded Ampere's more wild affinity, forcing calm and logic into the easily excitable mare. She supposed Maren attempted to do the same thing every time they met, but Isopia had a touch less bitch to her that made it an easier pill to swallow, if not just as annoyingly frustrating.
Was that not how these things worked? Could Ampere not hear her? With a scrutinizing golden gaze, Isopia watched as Ampere tilted the blade. It was as if she was trying to give the girl motion sickness-
Oh
She's showing me where she is, the girl quickly and silently concluded. With a more diligent gaze, she followed the blades reflected movements, noting the familiar surroundings. So she was just... expected to pick up and go when Ampere called on her? She didn't remember seeing that in the WHATCH's fine print.
But...She definitely didn't want Ampere coming to her.
Nodding, the girl pulled away from the hut. She took the dagger with her, just in case. Who knows, perhaps Ampere would be offended if she didn't constantly tote it around. Flying east on large, mismatched wings, the girl made good time. She knew almost exactly where it was Ampere had 'messaged' her from, and chose direct and efficient flight paths. Sweat broke out lightly on the earthen girl's hulking body. She was by no means fat, but nor was she in exceptionally good shape. Still, she was making good time.
Below, she spied Thunderhead's black and blue body. Drifting downwards, the girl easily eased herself into a casual landing, before walking without haste towards her 'leader'. It wasn't often that she appeared before Ampere in her regular body - normally she was cloaked as her WHATCH namesake - a raven. Today however, the girl felt no need. Her privacy had already been invaded by the blade she had been given. Why bother hiding it?
"You rang." She offered dryly as a hello, as she folded her wings against her flanks.
A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun
"I thought it best to attend these matters beyond herd borders," Ampere murmured in response to the curt greeting Isopia offered once she landed. In truth Ampere was a bit puzzled by her short tone - normally she was clinical, but not anything more. Was she more, or was Ampere just redirecting her own anxiety for this meeting onto her, reading into things that weren't there? She shrugged it off, deciding not to dwell on it.
"I think our secrets need to be a little less, secret," she continued after watching Isopia for a moment. "At least for it to work. We are only so many eyes that see, we need more to know what's going on - we need those that require help thinking of those eyes which they currently know nothing about." Hmm, Thranduil was much better at talking in code, the gods too. Her direct methods didn't really suit cryptic messages, nor a secret organization, but she figured it was time to branch out when the same old trope wasn't working any more (if ever). This group was important, beyond even Ampere's missions. It would matter, some day, but it needed help.
"Cloak told me you could craft stone?" she tilted her head, curious, though she doubted Mesec a liar. "I think building an icon out of stone would get people talking and wondering." A shrine, or a monument, but Ampere wisely chose not to call it those things. She wasn't even sure that's what she wanted it to be, but she needed something to show the world they were being whatched, for better or for worse.
"Can you do it?"
She'd get to the egg later, no need to piss someone off before asking them a favor.
Isopia was mildly amused by Thunderhead's comment. Were she aware of her place within the Dragon's Throat, her relationship with Gaucho, or her defiance as a Sultana, then Gladiator, and now Chancellor, she might have found it even more amusing. As it was, her one-sided knowledge of what her own herd was like, was comical enough. Archibald and Kaj? They did a great deal of talking and acting very large. In truth, she had not seem them do a whole lot. Then again, her life had been rather short in comparison, and Helovia was more or less at peace.
Still, the girl formed her own opinions..
Isopia's ears perked forwards slightly as the notion of being less secret was revealed. She liked that idea, for secrecy was something she was only good at in moderation and with clear instructions. Without that, she wasn't much use, for her ability to appropriately respond in social situations was poor at best.
Who was Cloak...? Didn't matter.
"I can." The girl acknowledged, as a small tower of stone erupted by her side, spiraling into the air, surrounded by pebble-sized dragons. If she was the introspective type, she might wonder if this was a subconscious homage to the Edge where she was born. Mommy issues perhaps? Abandonment issues? Why not both? But Iso wasn't, and so it didn't occur to her. However as she began to speak, the fixture crumbled back to the earth.
"The things I create outside of the Falls do not seem to last. When my attention is pulled, they last perhaps a few weeks. A season at most, and that is if they are reinforced and carefully constructed. The Wilds do not seem hospitable to the addition of new furniture. I have heard of others with crafting abilities say the same. "
Could it live on the borders of the Falls? What about wherever Ampere hailed from? Nothing suspicious about an innocuous statue ... unless you knew what you were looking for.
A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun
Isopia seemed to be quiet with thought, Ampere noticed as silence filled the space between them. It couldn't have been long, but it felt like an eternity as Ampere waited on an answer. The proud, normally rather independent mare was not accustomed to putting so much faith or need in others, but she was learning more with time a group was necessary to achieve monumental things, just as an ant colony worked to build their hill - one ant could not possibly accomplish it in their lifetime.
The two words that left Isopia's mouth brought a fragile smile to Ampere's lips, but fragile, because she wasn't sure if the girl was affirming that she could craft stone, or that she would craft stone. Unnecessarily the scholarly child demonstrated her ability, drawing Ampere's gaze with a flick of blue, like an old light turning on. Still it was nice to have Cloak's words affirmed and if nothing else Isopia demonstrated she didn't just move earth, but created beauty with it. The shape, whatever it was (Ampere was not as familiar with the Edge), was certainly skillfully crafted. Ampere uttered a low whistle of admiration in response.
The brightening features of Ampere fell into deep consideration and anxious frustration however when Isopia next spoke. "What of those ruins int he Rotunda?" Ampere asked challengingly, the blue of her gaze hard and defiant, but it wasn't Isopia she took to oppose, just the land itself. Yet Thunderhead knew there were many things in Helovia that could not be explained, and daughter of the Earth she was, did not mean she knew all the secrets either - at least not yet.
Resigning with a soft sigh and a shuffle of her wings, Ampere offered instead, "The Throat perhaps?" It wasn't exactly her land to decide over, not that the Wilds were either, but no one minded if they were changed. Could she explain a strange statue to Gaucho (Megaera was part of the group, she would understand)? Would she have to? Probably Ampere thought sullenly, knowing all too well how the Wildfire responded to supposed threats, and how anyone responded to strange things they didn't know. Yet what could she say?
Well, no use wasting time on wondering that now if she hadn't even gotten a builder for it yet. Returning her focus to Isopia Ampere expanded on the idea, if only to comfort herself. "On the thin side of the border still connected to the mainland, so it'd be accessible. The sea and the wind and the heat are usually not kind to structures (only metal seemed to endure) but it'd be close enough to be watched at least."
Isopia thought of the Rotunda, and the structure that dwelt there. Had any of the Gods ever taken credit for its creation? She couldn't recall, and so perhaps they had not made it. Perhaps there were others, with powers of creation greater than she, who had made the glass ceiling and stony columns. But regardless, Ampere's challenge did not dilute the truth of her words. Others that she knew had reported the same. Perhaps Thunderhead should have been looking for the creator of the Rotunda, rather than bothering her and forcing her away from her hut. But then, Thunderhead was more clever than that. The fact that she was here suggested to Isopia that she was in fact her only option.
"Everything is subject to the earth." She agreed with a small shrug. Still, she wasn't bothered. If it was on the land shepherded by a God, the girl was confident that it would remain. Perhaps she would have to visit every now and then to re-encase her work in another layer of rock, but she would be happy to. Isopia, for all of her uncooperative traits, as an artisan at heart. "My structures have the ability to emanate heat as well.." She mentioned casually, not wanting to seem like she was simply trying to brag about her abilities. "So perhaps the heat of the Throat will not be quite so devastating."
"Was there a particular sigul or design you had in mind?" Isopia concluded, interest beginning to glint in her hardened golden gaze.
A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun
Isopia hadn't directly agreed (or had she, earlier?), but her continued interest in the project gave Ampere hope that she would fulfill the need. Would there be an expense though? Crafters, she'd surmised, either loved their work so much they were simply glad to share it and fill the wants for it, while others were more akin to traders, offering a service for another. Did Ampere have anything of value to Isopia, much less something she'd be willing to give up? She had given her a knife already, but Isopia had never exactly asked for that. Well, she'd have to wait and see, but she wasn't fond of owing debts either way.
"I had one thought," Ampere confessed as Isopia asked of the design. She'd be more than happy to let the crafter perform her work, but since she asked... Ampere pulled the energy from the surrounding dead foliage, ignorant to Isopia's soft spot for vegetation (thought it was already withered), and guided the manifestation of the blue sparks into a shape before them. The appearance was rough, Ampere's medium erratic, the outline often drifting as electricity arced out in snarls and cracks, but she hoped the idea would come across. In the center, a large eye loomed, cradled by wings and topped with a horn. She hoped to convey through the addition of the species' appendages an open-ness to help all horses, while the eye, a constant for all kinds, regaled the world with it's ever present watch-fullness that suggested the group. "Something like that," she muttered as the sparks dissipated with hums and pops, uncertain if it was good.
Iso's ears pinned against her skull as the life force of a few lackluster plants around them was suddenly pulled out in a delicate weave of sparks. Quickly however, Isopia became enthralled with Ampere's magic. The girl knew that inside of each thing was an organic and electrical life-pulse, but never before had she actually seen it. In this, whatever anger Ampere thought might be manifested in Iso was immediately squashed. Ampere hadn't killed anything - she had merely re-arranged its energy.
That was something the girl could appreciate.
As the sparks danced and were guide haphazardly into a shape, Isopia looked at the electrical-drawing carefully. She tried to imagine what it would be like to build such a thing. Her large body moved, to look at the static creation from a different angle. Her quad-horned skull titled as she silently contemplated and imagined.
Something like that
Isopia's death-marked face nodded slightly in response to Ampere's statement, though she was only half listening. Had Ampere asked her what she thought of the idea, she would have had a number of things to say. Why only one horn? Doesn't that suggest only one horned creatures are allowed, just as a statue without a horn, suggests that they aren't? There were also some structural weaknesses in the design - but that was no matter. It could easily be done.
"When?" She asked, pulling her golden gaze away from the shock-print to regard Ampere. She was less annoyed now at having been called away from her hut, now that this building project had been set before her. "Are any of us, other than you, in the Throat? Could any lend us metal for the interior of the structure? If not, that is fine. It just might have to be large to compensate."
A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun
If Ampere waited rejection, it didn't come. Surprisingly Isopia seemed to garner enjoyment from her display, which Ampere should ave guessed at, but given that her magic was so often used for destructive purposes she had rather forgotten the creative touch she could apply. She smiled genuinely, her excitement rising as Isopia continued to expand on the arrangements. "Orangemoon should give me enough time to prepare," she mused aloud, searching Isopia's face for confirmation before answering the rest of her inquiries. "There are a few of us," she concurred, not sure if Isopia needed exact names or why, so she brushed over it. "Our crafters are rather busy," she confessed, uncertain if she could promise anything. "I'll find you some though," she agreed with sudden force, making up her mind before some random thought could change it.
She let her words linger on in silence for a moment before pressing the crafter further. "Do you think it will help?" The idea had largely been her own, and she wondered now if it was going to be worth all the effort. One thing to be said of Raven, her insight was always valuable, its analytical qualities something Ampere didn't possess nearly half as well.
Licking his lips in anticipation, Ampere pressed the next matter, getting a sense that Isopia might be inclined to leave now that the 'business' had more or less been attended - she particularly assumed this based on the curt arrival that seemed to suggest she had interrupted Isopia with this invitation. "How fares the egg?" she asked innocently enough, though mindful not to label it as her egg. Her features were anything but a match for her tone though, her gaze narrowing in quiet judgement while her lips thinned with lecture.
12-14-2015, 11:13 AM (This post was last modified: 12-15-2015, 10:44 PM by Odd.)
Isopia barefoot on a summer's night
[Derp. Missed this.]
Isopia listened diligently. That no other crafters would be involved was not necessarily a bad thing. The girl did like to work in peace, and being by herself just seemed to suit everyone better. Besides, a large grouping of crafters might draw more undue attention than what this project required. While this was supposed to be an outward facing signal to the rest of Helovia, the girl assumed its creators did not need to be so widely broadcasted.
"We seem to have ways of finding each other..." Isopia answered slowly, considering Thunderheads question carefully. "..but no one seems to find us." The demi-goddess was not entirely sure whether or not this structure would herald with it the success Thunderhead seemed to want, but it was a good start. Then again, perhaps the girl was only being kept around for her crafting abilities and was being pushed out of the inner workings of the group. So her large shoulders shrugged, to indicate that there might be more to it. "I think it won't hurt. "
Her tail flicked across her flanks, swatting away some flies which had congregated on the sweatier parts of her dark pelt. Orangemoon was still a few weeks away, and so she had time to figure out what the best way to make this structure would be. Perhaps she could even find some shiny things to adorn it with. Although the girl was not usually drawn to baubles, there was a certain standard of aesthetics that her work generally conformed to.
"So I'll just ... come to the Throat during Orangemoon?"
As Thunderhead asked about the egg, Iso's lips immediately pulled into a tighter line. Oh right.. For a moment, she had forgotten about the very event that had pulled her into this little group in the first place. Companions, and she'd just been handed one. She should have seen this coming. At least she had the forethought to leave the egg at home...
"Warm. Dry. Stable." She responded with a shrug. What more could she do for this creature while it was still bound by its shell?
A M P E R E
"Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death" -- Michel Aoun
Raven seemed to be understanding the same issues Ampere was regarding their group. Yes, they could find each other well enough, the knives had certainly helped with that, although with how often Ampere peered into them she'd probably ruin her eyes before old age. A statue might not be the answer, but it was a step towards it, she felt, and maybe in time a better solution would come to her.
At Isopia's question Ampere nodded. "If you come at night I'll find you, that's when I run patrols." She was sure the girl would appear like her namesake too, making her even easier for Ampere to notice. the desert didn't sport many crows, but most didn't notice birds. She would.
With that taken care of Ampere turned the whole of her focus upon the egg, or rather, what it meant. She inhaled deeply, a calming breath like Maren had taught her, as she hoped to retain composure for this ordeal. As frustrating as Isopia could be with her flat and utterly serious answers, it might also help the electric mare stay grounded. Like her father, Ampere thought with a mild affection, thankful at least for the God's demeanor and words, even if she hadn't liked to hear them.
"Have you any notion what the creature inside is, or how to care for it?" Such a question might normally offend someone, but Ampere didn't think Isopia would take it that way, especially since Ampere asked it so matter of factly. "They can look the same, the eggs, but it almost always seems to be the case that out hatches whatever creature you wanted." More credit to the Earth's truths that the egg chose as much as the horse did. "Were you wanting a companion? What do you intend to do with it?" What do you mean to use it for, she was tempted to ask, but bit the anger from her tongue before speaking. She was sure though that the beast would be used, because that's what the creatures were to the horses, tools.
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