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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.
The grasses and brush swayed and bowed beneath the momentum of his dual coloured wings, loose debris scattered in the artificial wind as the great beast landed within the clearing. Blackened nostrils flared as he caught his breath and storm coloured eyes surveyed the area skeptically. His wings remained stretched, their colossal size cast a long shadow before him, ready to carry him at a moments notice.
The death marked stallion did not trust this forest and it's quietness.
Too closed off, too tight, too easy to be ambushed if there was a scavenger beneath their thickened roots.
He would have flown over the borders, if he could, the jagged mountains promised merciless punishment to any who dared to traverse them — by land or air, they would sunder the foolish, and Draevo didn't feel like dying today, or any other day. Not at least, until his brothers had met their fate. The beast had traveled far, pelt marked with sweat and the smell of lands far from this one. The warrior would have to walk the remaining distance, and fend off any would be scavengers who thought they had lucked out on a grounded pegasus, if they were foolish enough to pick on this one.
Draevo stepped from the mossy mound he had landed upon — great wings finally folded snugly at his sides and began to trot into the forest laid out around him. Hooves sank into the mud with powerful strides, kicking up the ground up upon lifting once more. Like a beast on the hunt, he followed his trail quick and mercilessly. Eyes transfixed on the surrounding area. He had spied from the air that this was the way the tree's had dispersed on the horizon, where he could spread his wings once more and begin his travels again.
Another snort sounded deep from his chest, followed by a shake of his thick neck, the thick braids slapped loudly back against his neck after their brief flight. His mane held much in the way of trinkets, as did his mane, the blackened strands woven with golden studs and feathers. The studs were purely aesthetic, he wore them as his father had before, a status symbol. The feathers however, he was much prouder of, each one pulled from a felled opponent or an unworthy challenger. Each one was various shades of earth tones colours, and each one had been plucked by his own teeth. As he traveled, hooves snapping branches and twigs in his way, what were the natives like in this land? Did they live as he did, or had they been like the last land he had touched down upon? Far too prim and proper for such a primal stallion to ever fit in. The thought was a brief one, he'd rather face one and know than sit like an old crone in her cave answering the deeper questions.
A sound however, pulled him from his path and he halted, left front limb hung in suspension. Tt was far too heavy to be a mere critter fleeing from his own hooves. Ears swiveled forward as he let out a loud booming cry into the shadowed tree's. A warning for the stranger to show themselves.
"Who there?" He demanded, the words heavily punctuated with a thick accent, they revealed that this common tongue was not the one of his birth land but one learned out of convenience and necessity. Ebony and cream tipped tail flicked with agitation and annoyance as he waited, waited for someone or something to answer him.
12-09-2015, 01:34 PM (This post was last modified: 12-09-2015, 01:35 PM by Rift.)
This is something
All or nothing
RIFT
WHO THERE?
The voice thickened by accent rang out, ricocheting off of tree trunks and causing the birds to fall silent. Swiveling his ears toward the obviously male presence, Rift lifted his head from it's place near his hooves where he had been greedily inhaling the scent of newly blossomed flowers. Orangemoon, as they called it here, was a kind season, calm and careful without too much heat or chill. The Dragon's Throat had began to flood along the shores, the layer of fertile silt that the waters would leave behind promising the arrival of grasses and herbs galore.
A small smile toyed with the boy's lips; a newcomer must have entered the Threshold, bringing with him the paranoia that must have peppered his past. Rift remembered fondly his own first few days in Helovia only a season ago, though it felt like years to him now. Moving forward, wings tucked loosely against his sides, the sorrel gent approached the newcomer carefully, making sure to snap as many twigs under-hoof as possible; it would do no good to pop out of the treeline and surprise the fellow, and from the sounds of it, Rift would be the one to get injured.
Poking his head out from the greenery, Rift found himself in the weathered gaze of a azure splashed pegasus. Walking forward so that he was in full view, the scarlet gent noted the tension in the stranger's stance and relaxed his wings so that they drooped to the earth, ebony and eggshell spotted feathers resting over the well-packed soil. Bobbing his head into a short bow, Rift found himself studying the muscled creature and wondering at the tales that he may hold. He nodded to himself unconsciously, the Throat would do well to have another strong presence within the ranks.
"Hello and welcome, I am Rift and I think I am the subject of your question." Pupilless eyes sparkled with mirth and he struggled not to grin outright - he would most likely end up being throttled by the massive stag, but for some reason, the thought only provoked a sense of hilarity, "You have reached Helovia, I am from one of the four herds called The Dragon's Throat. We can offer you rest and solace if you so choose."
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12-09-2015, 02:00 PM (This post was last modified: 12-09-2015, 02:55 PM by Elsa.)
Elsa
I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.
Freedom.
The ability to escape the Edge for a little bit provided a long overdue respite from stress. Elsa smirked happily as she passed the broken glass walls, heading out into the wilderness like a grade A badass. Edgar laughed a grinding, chirpy laugh as he sat atop Elsa’s head. He was the satellite in training for this evening. So the duo trekked along, past even more forests to get to the forest where the newbies liked to congregate. It was nice having a bottle neck into Helovia, it was easy to find potential recruits. There was no guessing involved, and it was extremely time efficient.
Of course there was no welcoming committee as she meandered through the outskirts of the towering forest. Why did she have to walk so dang far. She was getting extremely lazy as of late, although Edgar was quick to point out that she had wings. Elsa just shrugged. Sure, her wings were useful but so often the wondrous details of the ground were missed. Down here she was immersed in the sight, touch, taste, smell of the forest. It reminded her she was alive; it reminded her she wasn’t alone.
Finally a thick voice cut through the silence, and a bit on the demanding side. Elsa smirked sideways, this should be an interesting meeting to say the least. Upon satiating her curiosity, she was greeted by the sight of a large stallion and a smaller, spotted stallion. For a moment Elsa thought they may have been loves assuming the spotted pretty boy was a girl, but between the height difference and the fact he reeked of the Throat, there was no way these two were out on a little romantic rendezvous. ”Or perhaps it was me. More than one wander these forests daily. This is practically the only way in and the only way out. A recruitment ground. And if I am not mistaken, you’re posing to be a beacon to all those looking to bring another home.” Elsa shrugged, smiling sideways. The sight and smell of “fresh meat” so to speak was catnip for anyone around. There was no telling how many would show up, others lurked in the shadows all the time. ”My name is Elsa, of the World’s Edge. I can extend you an invitation if you so wish. You look like a man of the moon, and our patron Moon Goddess would suit you well.” For some reason Elsa was not in her normal friendly mood. It seemed the sassy version decided to wake up today, and either this encounter was going to go really well or really bad.
"talk"
[ooc;; know it said throat, but I thought I would throw her in anyway. >.>]
Draevo's large, chiseled head swung to face the fiery stallion when he appeared from the brush. Storm forged orbs observed the smaller stud closely, blatant in their search of whether he was a neutral party as his posture suggested, or whether he was a vagabond with a death wish, trying to catch him unaware.
Thick nostrils gave a loud snort, the ivory and gold ring there vibrated with the force. Large, feathered wings shuffled against his side as he made up his mind on this red stallion. For now, he decided, he would let the stag approach. Ears pressed forward when he introduced himself, stormy eyes sized him up once more now he was in view. This one was refined and elegant, he did not see a warriors build within him as he did himself — but then, he had seen mare's fell great beasts twice their size. Maybe this little stag is deceptive in his build, and it earns him another skeptical glance.
Their brief introduction is halted by the appearance of a second and the dark stallions head turns to face the mare. She is taller than the stallion and battle scarred and he let's out a humored snort. She is more deserving of his attention, warrior to warrioress, even if he isn't fond of the winter squall that follows in her wake. The warrior stag even tosses an appreciative gaze to the curve of her svelte, battle hardened body before they return to her face.
"I am Draevo." He announced with a nod of his head, the warrior cared little for the offer of rest and solace right now nor did he care to know the name of the land he had flown into. The mention of a herd had met his ears, from both Elsa and Rift, and his interest had latched on to that instead. Which one was worthy of his loyalty?
Rift smelt of heat, sand and salt while Elsa smelled richly of pine, sea air and the cool of winter. The former sounded more appealing that the latter to the warrior.
Common was not his strong suit, and those in lands he had traveled had tried, and failed, to get the primal beast to be more competent in his words. "Draevo follow sun and storm." He responded gruffly, shaking his head. "Not follow moon."
He would not follow Elsa back to the Edge, no matter how pretty he found the pale mare. Thick neck turned once more back to Rift. "Dragon's Throat have strong Warriors? Will only follow strong herd." Draevo stated, if they had, he would follow this Rift back to the Dragon's Throat, that much was certain. It showed in the way he stood poised to follow the smaller, fire pelted stallion if his answer was pleasing. If they were not strong, then he would leave the other stallion's presence and find a herd that was.
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Notes;; why are threshold threads so awkward to write for me ;__;
With a snort and a stomp befitting of one so primal, the stranger inspected Rift without subtlety, though whatever reply that the unnamed brute may have been formulating was quickly disintegrated. Turning his attention to the newest addition to the conversation, Rift noted the scent of moisture and pine that rolled off of the ivory mare in nearly visible waves. Nodding his finely dished skull to the World's Edge mare, Rift ignored the possible jab that she cast his way; he had never been much for banter and he detested the idea of being or putting another on the spot.
Another nod was issued at the admission of a name; Draevo. Brow quirking at the warrior's response, Rift took a step toward the well muscled male, "Yes, the Throat has some of the strongest warriors I have ever seen." He cast a weary glance toward the snowy mare who had called herself Elsa, hoping that she wouldn't take offense to what he knew to be true. "Our Sultan is called The Wildfire and our Sultana is known as the Sun Spear, both named so for their prowess and bravery." A smile had snuck it's way onto the lanky stallion's face as he spoke of the land he had come to call home and those he had began to know as family.
"You will find good company within our ranks, Draevo. You may even find some that best your ferocity in battle."
Turning a bit to the side and taking a few steps in his chosen direction, eyes still pinned upon the viking, Rift motioned for Draevo to follow, "If you wish to join us, we may cast off in a clearing. From there it will take us until late evening to arrive." He snorted lightly, something about being within the primal presence of Draevo had made the thin brute feel strong and confident; as if the behemoth warrior's mannerisms were contagious.
Maybe he would have the primitive gent tell him tales on the journey.
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