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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.
Gaucho recalled the awkward and not entirely pleasant pegasus. He had met him once before - with Ranjiri on the coast. Gull had come across ... dis-tempered somehow, and devious. The dun couldn't quite place it, but the memory immediately recalled itself in his mind, as he saw the pale fellow stalking one of his warriors. He didn't know Nephele well, but he knew enough about the subtle art of spying to know that what he saw below was not entirely a lighthearted affair.
Dropping down from the skies, in a flurry of blackened feathers and fire, the Wildfire landed with a heavy prominence between his warrior and the skulking pegasus. There had been more than enough attempts at thievery lately for Gaucho to dismiss this act casually. As his hooves landed heavily on the fertile soil, a ripple extended outwards. War stomp - a magic gifted to him seasons and season ago, bent and rolled the earth, hopefully causing the pale fellow to become unbalanced.
"YOU." He hissed through clenched teeth. His wings fanned in a fiery display from his flanks. He knew that Nephele didn't need this sort of protection, but given Gull's poor manners the last time they had met, Gaucho wasn't above actively trying to intimidate him. A blackened ear flickered backwards, listening for Nephele. "Gull following you." He advised, the steady and low cadence of his voice even and smooth. In his antlers, Mara moved back and forth, eager for the fight that she could feel was coming.
There was nothing that this boy could say, which would save him from Gaucho's wrath.
For @Gull and @Nephele - presumably at the moment Gaucho 'blocked' the stealth.
11-28-2015, 05:50 PM (This post was last modified: 11-28-2015, 05:50 PM by Nephele.)
Nephele had gone to the isle's to reflect on the fight that had happened not too long ago, the vivid imagery playing over and over in her mind as she had walked over the jungle terrain, head hung low to the ground as she went. It had been an uneventful flight and the Isle's had appeared quiet and empty save for the scurry of critters and the bird songs that rang overhead.
What she hadn't expected was to be followed. Followed by someone who slipped past her usually keen eyes and skulked in the shadows, like a snake waiting for it's chance to strike.
She also hadn't expected her Sultan to descend from the sky like the fiery hand of the Sun God himself. The very earth moved beneath his feet as he landed, the thud reverberating deep in her chest. Her thoughts of admiration and respect were pushed aside for later, there was much more pressing ones that invaded her mind.
"Sultan—?"
Why was he here? She questioned silently, and she didn't have to wait long for the answer.
'YOU'
Immediately her eyes snapped to where her sultan's eyes were fixed, an intruder? an enemy of the throat? She never relied on anyone to protect her, as a warrior, she had to be capable and defend herself. For if she couldn't defend her very well being, how was she suppose to defend her home? her family?
'Gull following you'
It took a moment for the words to sink in, but when they did, anger sparked in her chest. It sank deep into her bones, her lungs and her mind — it ignited her into an inferno of rage and vexation. She may not have had the fiery magic that her Sultan had, and maybe that was best for now, for if she had — she would of turned the whole island to ash. She'd have brought the full fury of the Sun down on the thief and left his charred remains to the vultures.
How dare he.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN STALK ME." Nostrils flared, the words ripped from her chest in a loud, venomous cry. Odd colored eyes smoldered her own fury as she charged forward. Pulled to her full height as her hooves thudded heavily against the rain forest turf. Blackened wings splayed out from her sides once she was closer to Gaucho as she let out a guttural, near feral snarl at this 'Gull'. In her mind, no words needed to be said, it was clear by the way her Sultan was poised and how his serpentine companion danced in his antlers that they were also prepared for a fight.
Nephele merely cast a glance towards Gaucho's steely blues, as if to tell him that a fight they would have, then locked them back on her target. It only took a second for her to throw her entire frame into a surging gallop, ears pinned flat against her head and teeth bared to rend flesh the moment she crashed into him.
Let him see the fury of a Warrioress, let him see the fury of the Sun itself.
There was nothing Gull could say that could save his hide, she'd crush him under foot.
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
― Terry Pratchett
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Gods, she was something else. The summer sun was beating down on him, but he willingly squinted up into the glare to watch her fly overhead like a dark angel. Narrow blue eyes glinted as they took in the view: the sunkissed hair streaming out behind her, the well-muscled rump, the fiercely proud carriage… “Hel-lo,” Gull whispered under his breath as he watched the mare streak by. Secretary, cancel his two o’ clock—something more important had come up. Grinning widely, he dropped whatever trivial thing he had been doing in favor of a far nobler pursuit: namely, getting better acquainted with this scrumptious piece of as—
Aw, crap. He had barely trailed Dreamboat halfway down the beach when his afternoon plans were rudely interrupted. As the massive shadow slid over him, Gull looked up just in time to see the familiar firey giant coming in for a landing. Ever one for dramatic effect, Flamethrower pounded into the sand just before him with a ground-shaking force that made the paint stumble and curse as he crowhopped awkwardly to avoid falling flat on his face. “Hey, I’m walkin’ here!” he bawled indignantly, chin tucked nearly to his inflated chest. Huffing in irritation, he tried to sidestep the wall of testosterone in his path, but Flamethrower was having none of it. “YOU,” he spat, unfurling his wings to wave them wildly in Gull’s face. Not wanting to be barbecued, the grullo-marked stallion stepped back, ears flattened in distaste. “ME,” he intoned dramatically from a safer distance, tone dripping with sarcasm. Though the older stallion had flame and frame on his side, Gull had wild stupidity and blind confidence on his and he wielded them as deftly as the Sultan handled his own weapons. “Do you mind?” he drawled, voice steely, “I was kind of in the middle of—”
“Gull following you,” the dun interrupted, and the paint’s ears shot forward as the lady of the hour arrived. She was even more magnificent up close, and he nickered openly in appreciation as he took in the glossy hide and the red runes that rippled when she walked. “You caught me,” he remarked mildly, casting his blue gaze toward Nephele. Shooting a glare in Gaucho’s direction, he addressed the stallion again. “Anyway, thanks for the introduction pal, but as you can see, three’s kind of a crow—” But yet again, he wasn’t allowed to finish. “YOU,” Dreamboat echoed, in a tone that he was quickly realizing was less than friendly, “THINK YOU CAN STALK ME?”
“Well,” he replied, “Stalk isn’t exactly the word I would use—” However, it was too late. In a matter of seconds, Dreamboat had worked herself up into a pretty rage, and that beautiful body was careening towards him in a way that was decidely not an embrace. Without finishing the thought, he tucked his wings tight and spun clear, both surprised and amused at her spunk. Still, he felt the wind and the burn of her hot breath as she rushed past, and something within him stirred. “All right, Dreamboat,” he called, “I’ll tangle with ya, if that’s what you want.” Seeking the flashing pair of eyes, he smirked, adding, “Winner takes all?”
OOC: Hehe c; If Nephele would like to fight, shall we take this to the battle board?
In his antlers, Mara continued to hiss with glee, will Vorsa hovered casting ominous shadows on Gaucho's stern features.
As Gull opened his mouth to try and ... justify? smooth talk? explain himself, Gaucho's glower grew even deeper. His wings shifted, lifting easily upwards as Nephele arrived at his side. The Sultan was pleased to hear her fiery response. It confirmed all that Ampere held true about the warrioress - and although the two were not well acquainted, he was well pleased to have her at his side.
Gaucho bristled as Gull tried to right off his presence as some mere joke. As if the Sultan was here to be dissuaded or bartered with. He was Nephele's Sultan, and regardless of her preferences, he was here to enact the rules of the Throat.
Winner takes all?
"No." Gaucho growled, his voice scarce more than a rumble. He stepped forward, his masculine and muscular frame a towering and impregnable obstacle before Gull. The Wildfire's movements were not to shut Nephele out, as if she could not stand in this on her own. Instead, it was to show Gull who it was that his comments should really be directed towards.
"Not get to be funny." He continued, his tenor voice a rumble bordering on baritone in its intensity. "Not try to steal from Dragon's Throat and then make jokes. Not get to steal from Dragon's Throat and walk away." Ears against his skull, the fire from Gaucho's wings cast an ominous shadow behind him - as if back lighting and therefore obscuring the ferocious glint cast in his steely blues.
For @Gull and @Nephele - presumably at the moment Gaucho 'blocked' the stealth.
12-02-2015, 10:08 PM (This post was last modified: 12-02-2015, 10:09 PM by Nephele.)
Gull's words and actions did little to quell the fire that blazed within her chest, her heart hammered like a war drum with each lick of flame that stoked within her. Her insides were a like a molten furnace, they threatened to erupt in another roar of anger.
She took his avoidance in stride, but not without a hiss of disappointment that she hadn't smacked that cocky, over confident attitude from the tobiano's face — she'd take the look of surprise as partial compensation for her efforts, however. Her wings spread to take her into the skies with ease, and she banked right to bring herself back towards Gaucho. The mare landed with a loud thud of hooves as she slowed to a stop beside him once more with her wings remaining stretched towards the sky.
The look of agitation and anger still etched into her marble like features.
all right dreambo-
"It's Neph, not dreamboat." The amazonian quipped, voice like a whip crack across Gull's own. She wouldn't of given him the benefit of knowing her name if it wasn't for that horrendous, utterly coltish and overly cheddar pet name he'd tacked on her.
Did he expect to follow her in such a manner and smooth talk her like she was some pretty filly, easily swayed with equally pretty words? Besides, what mare in all of Helovia actually fluttered her eyelashes at being called Dreamboat? The though provoked a loud disgusted snort from her. She was a warrioress of the Throat, it would take more than that to win her attention.
Disrespecting her Sultan was also not the way to go about it either.
Winner takes all
If Gaucho's voice hadn't beaten her own, as well as blocked her path, she would of tried to assault the offending stallion some more. She wasn't a piece of meat, and she certainly wasn't about to let him think he could put her ass as the prize for a fight. Instead, thick neck curved from behind Gaucho to gaze at Gull, molten gold and steely ice orbs drilling holes into him while a smirk invaded her velvet muzzle as another.
Neph would get her own vengeance on this vagabond, she would never let Gaucho or anyone else for that matter, settle her grievances for her. But, Gull had also incurred the fiery stallion's own wrath and she was a considerate warrior, it was only polite that Gaucho got to settle his first.
And by settle it first, she meant she would quite happily help him teach the heathen some manners.
A guttural snarl pulled from her throat, letting Gaucho know she was right behind him, ready and waiting to spring on him once more.
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
― Terry Pratchett
Please tag Neph in all replies!
Force & violence permitted with the exception of maiming & death
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