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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.
—Wasn't per se a bright star, but somehow it was still the one she kept finding with her eyes. It moved... Or maybe it didn't, but it felt like it moved as if predicting a path that wasn't there yet — could not be seen, only felt. A lantern in the sky, lighting up what she had no knowledge of.... Or at least not yet.
She blinked, white eyelashes fluttering in the night. The dry sand of the Throat started to form clouds of dust as Maren started to push through the orange and blue nightly desert, started to follow something that was more dreamlike than any reality. She did it in a prance, strangely delighted by her own sudden nighttime wandering — but in only half a sensible way.
So a star: Yet, seemingly essential (in one way or another). Even while it was surrounded by legions of other little white, shimmering dots, in her eyes only sparkled this one as it reflected silver in her gold. Maren got into her boat to get across the gap that consisted out of a black sea (a silent sea, only whispering). And then it fell (the star) down to the horizon that met with the ocean in the east. It fell strange; made her feel strange, too. So she kept following, corrupting the whispers of the water with the sighs of the boat as she peddled the vessel onward.
At some point she got out, because the water had gotten too shallow and her boat had come to a rest in the silty embrace of the mirrors rear. The striped mare wandered further into the nighttime reflecting world. Stepping on her own steps and with senses strangely lost to the echo of the night. The only sense she still had was the one that — even through the empty echoes of a memory of light in the darkness — told her she didn’t feel alone.
Something called deep within his chest as he watched the night sky, bewitched by it's never ending beauty. The stars shimmered from their lofty positions, inviting all those that gazed upon them to wonder, be awed by their ethereal presence and promise of something so much more beyond mortal bounds. Their wonder and awe provoked a slow exhale from the moon touched stallion, his own starry pelt paled in comparison to the tapestry his Moon Goddess had so tirelessly worked to weave.
Her realm called to him and yet he could not soar to her, every night the twilight realm would sing it's siren song, knowing the blessing of star kissed sails to carry him into her domain were forever out of his grasp.
Still he revered her, and still he would hum his praise and blessings to her with each passing day.
The call hummed louder when his eyes cast their solemn gaze to one that seemed to shine brighter than the rest, singing to him with unspoken words and an invisible hand which pulled at his very heart. The smokey tendrils of starlight urging him to travel beyond the borders of his Lady's sanctuary, and to seek somewhere else to gaze upon her unmatched beauty.
The lunar sentinel walked, bewitched and enthralled to the night song and this one star. What was it's purpose? Why did it call to him so? The mists of his homeland followed long after he had departed, they caressed against his hooves and snaked along his barrel, forming into all manner of creatures. Spectral avians hovered and swooped in languid circles while creatures as small as rabbits and fawns birthed from the mists at his feet.
Together he and the mist moved as one, even when the soft midnight hued grasses gave way to a great mirror of stars beneath his feet. Some creatures changed and reshaped, becoming serpents that slid along the waters surface without interrupting it's glassy visage. Leonine tail swaying with slow strokes against the wet surface, casting his silver strands and long braids across the great mirror and distorting the stars from his view.
Only when he caught the sight of another in the flats did he end his gazing vigil, deep pools fixating on the striped mare that invades his sight. The nights trance was temporarily broken for this visage in the night, his lady's soft song becomes one with the background but still present in his mind. He could never cast her out entirely. His movements ceased to allow the waters chance to reclaim their reflective shimmer.
Alune allows himself to become part of their projections, glowing like a specter within the moonlight, with the lady's magic pooling beneath his feet and gliding leisurely around his crowned head and neck. The stars on his pelt highlighted with the stars tender embrace.
"Did she call you here too?" He calls, voice like chimes upon the night wind and he motions towards the bright star in the sky. Had the star also called to this Pegasus mare? enthralled her also with her bewitching song and beckoned her forth to this sky mirror?
Something deep within the sentinel's chest wanted to believe so.
Eventide is softly casting o'er the earth a magic spell,
And a love-song, everlasting, on the night wind seems to swell.
The star did not shine for her. Though she saw it, though she noticed its shimmering allure and understood its effect through the actions of the philosopher, it's call could not reach through her heart and tug on her soul's essence. It saddened her, but only a little. For now it was enough that she was able to see. The day when she would be permitted to hear the song of the stars would come, of that she had no doubt.
Why? Because she wanted to hear it.
Once, a wise mare had told her that the world worked according to its own laws, and that the thoughts and actions of people was a mere byproduct of that law. This all encompassing rule guided and shaped the souls of mortals and gods alike, and yet it was a mere concept - open for interpretation, perhaps even dependent upon it. If this was indeed true then Erthë chose to believe that the concept, of that law the universe had sprung from, was free will.
By free will had she set out to explore a frost-clad expanse and found a red forest and warring gods. By free will had she taken sides and heeded the call of one god, and by that same free will had she stood by every god since that would accept her. From those actions of unrestrained freedom, of will and choice, consequences had arisen. Some good, some bad, yet ultimately they were only consequences of her choices and actions and the good or bad in any situation had been due to her interpretation of it as it affected her body and soul. Good was in the smile of a lavender goddess and the cool bite of glowing darkness that surrounded a fang, now worn around the neck. Good was in the discovery of strength, bravery and friendship, and bad was only that which caused her smile to slip and fade. Pain, loneliness, sadness, a black mare bleeding out on the sand and a father's tears as a daughter came home alone.
Good and bad were illusions, tricks of the mind to explain emotions that had no words. What really mattered was will, and by will the child was sure she could accomplish anything.
What she really wanted this night, was to know where Alune was going. As he left to follow the guiding star she slipped quietly into his shadow and followed, led by him in turn without question or concern. She was his apprentice, if the opalescent girl was not welcome to follow where he went then he would have to dismiss her, send her home and suffer the consequences of denying her a cure for the curiosity.
South they went, and east, until the forests and meadows crumbled and faded, turned to sand and rock and liquid, where the scent of wind and sea and faded sunlight wafted over her with every breath. Erthë knew the vast expanse of earth and water all too well. The place held no good memories for her, no blinding beacon of joy to override the atrocities that had taken place here. As she stepped out onto the pane and night enveloped her, she wondered whether the earth still remembered the taste of her mother's blood. Did it recall the face of the woman it had belonged to, or the god that brought about her demise? Would it recognize her as she once more relinquished herself to the illusory worlds it harbored, and allow her to leave again once their business here was over and done?
Will might not be able to conquer everything, so she kept close to Alune as he brought them out onto the plain, waded through the universe and felt its cool touch lap against her legs. Mist followed in her wake like hazy critters, ghostly butterflies flitting over the dark surface and her pale bodice until the flick of a tail or shifting wings caused them to dissolve and fade... only to reappear, silent and intangible as smoke.
She enjoyed their company, but tonight her focus was on the star-coated stallion and the tigress that awaited them at journey's end, her bright colors faded under the soft celestial light. Erthë gave Maren a smile in greeting and recognition but otherwise remained silent, determined to listen and learn without interrupting with questions and unrelated talk.
Adjusting her stance the child made herself comfortable and settled in to listen, keen to discover what this all was about.
"Stars are nothing more than burning clusters of gas and organic matter. They do not call."
Her voice was academic and sterile as always. It fluttered through the evening air, even though she was as of yet, still unseen. "And further, their light comes to us across years. And not just a handful of years. More years than you could imagine. Some of them aren't even there anymore - but their light bleeds on, like a ghost. An echo. Some are farther away than others, and so have an older light. Some light is newer." Reverence and interest were present in Iso's lecture-like cadence. The stars, and the physics that dominated their light, were something she truly found worthy of her respect and studious mind. But to belittle their importance - the great mystery of their light - to something like a call, was to dilute their true beauty.
Stars did not call.
On blackened wings the raven-formed girl moved towards the ground. As she came into view, equine legs sprouted from a body far too small - though it immediately expanded to compensate. A tan and maroon-splattered body appeared out of the small avian body, and the ebony wings were instead replaced with much more substantial ones, as Isopia's transformed was completed.
Her death-marked face looked softly from Maren, to Alune, to the small white hybrid she had seen once before. Iso's large, unblinking golden stare apprised each with silent observation. On her back, Hubris landed. His bronze body tucked in stark contrast against her russet mane.
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