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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.
Having made it to the spot assigned for her patrol, Ghost had taken a moment to try shift her old pocket watch to a more comfortable position, except she couldn’t quite unlatch it from her wing. It was also heavy and any move she made to try alter it only unbalanced her, with the result being an ungraceful stagger to the side. All in all she looked rather drunk to anyone watching from a distance as she stumbled along the beach with the sun in the distance, it was beginning to drift into late afternoon. After all her unsuccessful meddling had come to an end she had only managed to cause herself some minor discomfort until, to her growing annoyance, she accidentally activated it. "Shit" she muttered as the suit of armour slid over her body making her now look like a warrior ready to do battle with the residents of the beach; a couple of seagulls and the odd crab. Still, it distributed the weight nicely across her body allowing a temporary relief to flood through her, but she didn’t remain like that for long. It looked ridiculous, who came to the beach clad in armour?! Even if she was on patrol, she doubted there would be an ambush hiding behind some seaweed somewhere ready to pounce on her.
With defeat, she deactivated it and the armour slid back into the watch, leaving the trinket to dangle from her under wing and it bounced now and then against her dark side. It was after that she noticed Fantôme, who had been sat watching her for some time and was now slowly beginning to display a look of disappointment. "Are you okay?" his voice boomed into her mind like a fog horn blaring through the night as he mocked her for her earlier stupidity "not now I’m not" she grumbled back at him, wondering if she was losing brain cells every time he bellowed at her. Their mental communication got slightly better as each month passed, but the wolf had a tendency to just shout things at her and Ghost wondered if he would ever master it.
"Come on" she sighed and began to move into a brisk walk, leaving tracks in the sand behind her as she finally began her patrol of the Endless Blue.
Eventide is softly casting o'er the earth a magic spell,
And a love-song, everlasting, on the night wind seems to swell.
It was tricky, this whole magic thing. Using it was not at all as easy as everyone made it look.
She had retreated from the presence of breakable things that morning - things like people and trees and the World's Edge, and other such precious and beloved areas she didn't want to disturb. The restless ocean below the cliffs had seemed safe enough - what, after all, could she possibly do to break the sea? - and after retreating far out on glittering wings she began the art of mastering her newly awakened gifts.
It had been a curious thing, to wake one morning and find that the nightly rain had covered her not in water, but rather in snow. All throughout that day she had gone around freezing everything she touched, until finally she realized that it wasn't a peculiar local weather pattern that had taken liking to her but rather something she caused. Erthë had been delighted. Everyone else in the herd... hm. Not so much. Hence, she had to practice, discover the boundaries of her ability and explore what she could do, what kind of harm she was capable of doing and whether it was possible to reverse her spells too.
The first thing she noticed was that her ability only affected water, and more particularly freely accessible water. She could freeze the water in a pool, but not within the mouth of someone else (she had tried, and been shouted at for a good fifteen minutes once they'd managed to undo the block of ice around their nose). For another, her reach wasn't impressive. Fifteen feet was all she could manage; outside of that her will had no effect whatsoever.
The trickiest part was that the ability seemed rather connected to her mood, to thoughts and will and intent. Being a young, easily distracted and impatient filly, Erthë had a tendency to drift off on tangents even while in the midst of something. She quickly discovered that flying and doing magic at the same time was beyond her for the time being. They were two things she had only just discovered, and while gliding about required no effort, she still had to look where she was going or risk soaring gracefully into a cliff or tree or maybe the moon.
Retreating to the wide-stretched dunes along the western shore, she spent hours playing in the waves, chasing crabs and trying to freeze seagulls to the ground. It was fun, it was completely unproductive and Erthë felt decidedly discontent as afternoon crept along, bringing shadows in its wake and a canter of the wind that made the waves rise high, frothing and foaming as they crashed against the shore. Blowing pale strands of hair from her eyes the filly looked up briefly, only made aware of no longer being alone by the sight of a black-coated mare approaching over the sand.
Erthë eyed her warily for a moment, absorbing the three toned wings and the spiraled horn with a glow of approval spreading through her belly, and had already begun to smile in greeting when her odd-colored eyes landed on the creature that crept behind her.
"Watch out!" she cried as a thrill of shock rippled through her upon recognizing what the monster was. "There's a wolf behind you! Fly, run, kill it!"
White wings unfurled in a distressed rustle of silk, small feet trampling the sand in agitation - but Erthë was unable to take off from this flat terrain, her legs incapable of supporting a run and too frail for a jumping start. Fear made her clumsy as she reached for the bow, ivory glistening under the sun as she tried to tug it off the wing it was slung around - fumbling, desperate to get rid of this foul menace, this drooling hungry beast that would kill them all if she didn't kill it first.
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SIRENS AND SMOKE REMIND US
For a while the dark hybrid wandered the beach with introspection, her attention never really straying much from her own thoughts before soon she was bored enough to count each of her steps.
One… Two… Three…
Why did duty say she had to patrol the western shore? There was nothing here but sand, sand, sand and more sand until one reached the sea meaning they could go no further unless they were amphibian. Which, for some horses in this strange world, was true, but for Ghost it was not.
Four… Five-
”Watch out!”
Her body flinched from the sudden vocal intrusion and her eyes snapped to a young, white filly who looked quite alarmed to say the least. Ghost frowned at her in confusion, the wolf in question even more so, as she rather awkwardly tried to move into action. Ghost’s look became more started when she began to try tug a suspicious looking object from her wing and the banshee slammed to a halt in caution. “Wait!” she firmly shouted to the fumbling filly, eying her warily as Fantôme came to stand beside her, his body dithering as he prepared himself to protect his bonded.
Yet, Ghost did not move from her standing position.
“He is a friend,” she continued, her eyes never leaving the young girl “he will not harm you” as if to emphasise this point, Ghost stretched out her wing and brushed it against the wolf’s rough fur. In response, Fantôme fell back onto his haunches and a long, pink tongue fell to one side of his mouth. Still, the spy prayed the filly would listen as she looked at the strange object she was pulling from her wing. “What is that you carry?” she asked anxiously, trying to discern whether the item presented a danger or if it was but a useless trinket. She thought about activating her armour for a moment, but held back in case she poured more fuel onto the fire.
There was something about this hybrid that looked familiar, perhaps she had been at one of the rift battles, but even with the familiarity Ghost did not know her. She appeared a little unsure and awkward on her legs, the sprite also didn’t see anyone around with her, which made her wonder more who this filly was and why she was reaching for a foreign object with such haste. Why was she so ready to jump into what could be terrible danger? The spy’s interest would have to wait, however, until after she had convinced this child there was no battle to fight on the sands of the western shore.
“Relax little warrior” her voice had become softer now, trying to calm the situation before it escalated into something regrettable “there are no monsters here”. Finally a crooked smile wove onto her lips as she waited to see what would happen next in this peculiar situation.
Perhaps there had been an ambush hiding behind the seaweed after all.
The mare called for her to wait, but there was no waiting when there were wolves around. With a tug and a jerk and a wince as several downy white feathers were ripped from the wing Erthë finally managed to dislodge the bow - she really needed to find a better way of carrying it - and with a deep steadying breath she let it go. Unlike the feathers that slowly drifted downwards to rest in the sand the weapon, sleek and bright and lethal looking, hovered easily in the air before the filly, in perfect harmony with its wielder. She grasped the string between agitated lips, pulled and made to aim for the furry, slobbering menace that dared show itself before her and...
But the mare was in the way, and somehow, for some inexplicable reason she seemed utterly undisturbed. Whereas the stench of predator clawed through the filly's nostrils and urged her instincts to fly, flee, fight for her life, the red-winged stranger seemed almost... content in the presence of it.
She didn't understand. The ply of the bow slackened marginally and above the blindingly white point of freezing light a pair of different-colored eyes gazed fixedly onto the mare, the wolf, the way she shielded it and the manner in which the creature behaved.
"But miss... it's a wolf" she said, nearly pleading. In her chest a furiously beating heart pumped adrenaline throughout the adolescent body, chemical substances that knew neither rhyme nor reason - only survival, and the means to which one sometimes had to go to ensure that dawn would rise upon you again.
Adrenaline knew nothing about soul bonds, of camaraderie or love. Predator and prey, living side by side in harmony?
Inconceivable.
And though Erthë knew about bonds, about companion animals, of kindred spirits linked by mysterious magic - had she not been raised by a man and his bonded? - there was something about it being a wolf that just... didn't work. Never in her life had she encountered a friendly individual of this nefarious breed, and after seeing the Wolf god and nearly been killed by it's slobbering, dark-plagued spawn (not to mention the Moon Goddess's own son in wolf form) the filly didn't only fear them.
She hated them.
So much, in fact, that even as she spoke words around a bow string, she tautened it once more and tried to aim around the mare, find some angle in which she could manage to kill the beast without harming the beauty.
She didn't want to believe that a wolf could be anything but evil.
Erthë
and my knees are shaking - - and my dreams are breaking - - but i know i live today
Ghost began to mutter a slew of curses under her breath as finally the filly drew her strange looking item and it hovered beside her, aiming directly for her and her startled wolf. Fantôme jumped to his feet but before he could do anything Ghost moved herself to stand directly in front of him, leaving the protesting wolf behind her body. The spy’s alarmed eyes, however, never left the filly as a bright light began to glow from the thing that hovered next to her and Ghost squinted at the sudden intensity. ”Move, Ghost” her bonded boomed into her mind and pleaded to her to stand aside, but the sprite stubbornly remained and her command was firm. “No, she must see, stay where you are “ the banshee responded and the wolf reluctantly remained behind her, his whole body tense. Meanwhile, Ghost caught the girl’s discontent words and her dark ears slid back, all the softness from her voice was dropped and replaced with annoyance and anger.
“You fire that thing it is not my friend you will hit,” she warned, not knowing entirely what would fire from it, but it didn’t exactly look like a bunch of flowers. ”Ghost” Fantôme pleaded into her mind again and the sprite ignored him, concentrating on the filly in front of her. Ghost lowered her head and bared her horn, as she did so she activated the pocket watch beside her and the leather armour slid easily to cover her body. It looked like she might need it after all. “The wolf is not the one who frightens me,” she said in a quieter tone whilst a number of backup plans ran through her head. It was difficult, she didn’t know what was being aimed at her, but the child was just that, a child.
“If I send him away will you lower that thing?” she requested, wished, pleaded.
”Can you hide somewhere. Your presence appears to be frightening her” Ghost asked of her bonded and, with clear dislike and reluctance, Fantôme began to back away from the whole situation, his yellow eyes watching Ghost with great concern.
The spy, however, was wondering if this would solve things. Ghost did not want to be harmed by whatever it was being aimed at her, but at the same time, she didn’t want to harm the girl either. Could she not see from the way they were around one another that this particular slobbery wolf was not the predator to be feared. There were many wolves in the world; did this child go around killing them all? Ghost found them to be reasonable creatures for the most part, even Essetia’s Romul had never bared his teeth at her, not like how this child bared her weapon.
This wasn't going at all well. Erthë sweated as she struggled with the weight of the bow, that seemed to grow heavier by the minute. Another battle was raging inside her, where words and reality failed to match her memories and expectations - and above all, her natural state of mind. She was not normally a violent person, nor was she eager to cause harm or take lives. The usual Erthë was happy and kind and forgiving, quick to anger but just as quick to smile again - a summer shudder blowing past, a winter time tornado that thundered past and left the landscape glittering with snow.
It wasn't that she wanted to kill the wolf, not really. It was just that whenever her eyes fell upon it something deep inside her roared in terror, cringing in disgust... Conscious struggled against subconscious, and the soothing words of the mare did very little to calm her down.
It wasn't until the wolf began to back off that the filly reacted. Though far from relaxed and calm, she did lower the bow slightly, slowly relinquishing the tension until the light became a mere pinprick of brightness - a warning and reminder for the yellow-eyed beast not to approach.
"It's way weirder that you aren't scared" Erthë replied, warily eyeing the construction of leather and buckles that had appeared on the midnight mare. "Why did you choose that of all things... because it is bound to you, isn't it?"
Her eyes narrowed suddenly, suspicion ablaze as she gazed about to see where the animal had gone off to. Lips caressed the string of the bow, reluctant to let go, and the glance she shot at the mare was accusing - what was she thinking, dragging a predator around where it risked eating people!?
"I'm Erthë" she eventually added, once it became apparent that the beast wasn't going to jump at her from the shadow of the dunes. "From the Edge. And you... have we met before? You seem kind of familiar..."
The bow lowered slightly as she tilted her head with lips pursed, distracted by this realization. But where... Erthë met so many new souls every day, it was hard to remember them all.
Erthë
and my knees are shaking - - and my dreams are breaking - - but i know i live today
When the filly finally appeared to be lowering her strange, hovering weapon, Ghost ushered quietly down the bond for Fantôme to leave. The wolf, with much distaste and with an agitated ruffle of his fur, turned briskly and padded away from the pair. A long sigh passed through the lips of the spy, she would have to deal with his attitude later, but she would rather take his surly mood than the what could have been had she pushed this child too far. Now wolfless, she regarded the child again and met her accusing glare with one of unconcealed annoyance. She was suddenly overcome with the urge to try and grab the hovering item and snap it in a fit of rage. However, instead, she closed her eyes and counted to ten before re-opening them. Patience, Ghost. Start again she silently willed herself not to get so angry with the child, it was so easy to let the irritation show, but much more difficult to rein it back in and conceal it once again. Still, she tried.
“Yes he is bound to me. There is nothing to be afraid of, I have seen much worse things than a smelly wolf” she paused a moment and regarded the girl with a grim line set to her lips, “be careful of your prejudices, lest one day you do something regretful” the spy advised, not really expecting it to be taken, but she felt like it needed saying.
Erthë.
That was the name of the turbulent tornado that had just swept into her life with a body like snow and a set of striking eyes that were oddly mismatched. Ghost wondered if she was blind in her left due to the milky colour of it, but she couldn’t tell if that was the reason she seemed so unsteady on her legs or whether she was injured elsewhere. For one so young, life appeared to have already left a hefty mark on her pixie-like body.
“I do recognise you Erthë of the Edge, perhaps from one of these recent battles or perhaps from somewhere else…” Ghost couldn’t quite place it, but it would seem more likely that it would have been at one of the Rift battles. The sprite didn’t frequent large gatherings very often. “I’m Ghost, from the Dragons Throat” she introduced, deciding not to name her banished bonded for fear it might stir up more trouble, there’d been more than enough for Ghost’s taste for one day. Though, at least she could say this patrol wasn’t as boring as the usual ones.
“So what brings you to the beach? Apart from wolf hunting” she asked, wondering if the child would finally be at ease.
It couldn't be plainer that the filly didn't believe her. Skepticism stood about her like miasma, from the thin line drawn by the mouth to the slanting ears and the stiffness of the tail. Though the wolf had disappeared from sight Erthë kept looking around for it, the tension of her slender body proof enough that the smallest hint of a fur-lined back or lolling tongue would trigger a disaster of unknown proportions.
Still. Ghost seemed intent on turning this hazardous encounter into something productive, and the child allowed herself to be persuaded. Far from calm she none the less plucked the dangerous weapon from the air and tucked it back beneath a pearly wing, as reluctant as she was relieved that she wouldn't have to fight for her life again.
"You may be right" she nodded precociously, thinking back on the chaotic battlefields she had stumbled onto time and again in the past. "There were so many people milling about, a person could hardly remember the face of everyone."
She tried to smile, but it came out slightly stiff, a grimace made worse as the filly was reminded of why indeed she was down on the beach. Shuffling fine grained sand between her feet she threw a quick glance at the ocean that flanked her, then shrugged a little and tried to sound airy and indifferent when she replied, rather than like the proud braggart she really was.
"I was practicing my new magic" she said. "I only just discovered it, so I thought I should learn to control it. How about you - why are you here?"
And with a wolf for company. But instead of further aggravating the situation Erthë tried to swallow her own dismay, opting instead to study the leather contraption the black mare was wearing over her body. It intrigued her how it had just appeared seemingly from nowhere, as though conjured by a spell. But could things really have magic, just like people?
"That thing you're wearing... how did you get it on so quickly?" she asked. Curiosity shone in her eyes and softened the harsh wariness until she actually looked her age, a mere half grown filly where before had been an ageless, heartless valkyrie.
Erthë
and my knees are shaking - - and my dreams are breaking - - but i know i live today
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