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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.
12-15-2015, 10:17 PM (This post was last modified: 12-15-2015, 10:19 PM by Aquila.)
Aquila
Webbed hooves left a trail of flat, circular prints behind the swaying barbed tail. But, more importantly, her hooves were sore. They were unused to such uneven surfaces and such dry earth for such long periods of time. Where was the water? The sand? The weightlessness to ease the ache on the cloven pads that were more adept at moving water than traversing rocks and forests.
Yet she walked, only a scowl on her war-painted betraying the discomfort she felt— well, a deeper scowl than her usual glower. Large, fish-like eyes sweep in a continuous grid around her, mentally filling in a map of this new ‘Helovia.’ There were many trees. Tall trees with many branches, so many more than the fronds of palms; and with some with needles for leaves that further agitated her raw hooves.
But, strangely, the green trees morphed to red— and instantly her alarms raised. Red overhead was never a good omen; it reminded her of the fatal red tides that poisoned otherwise delicious fish. And the unsuspecting foal that had wandered through the deadly crimson water…
A brief shake of her ridged head brought her attentions back to the present. And she found herself staring down at a ruby-stained reflection. Her skin, dried to ashy hues from her long stint out of the water, begged to immerse in the liquid. But there was something just not quite right about this place…
Casting a glance towards the canopy, which dyed the weak light scarlet, a low growl escaped her throat as indecision warred.
But, in the end, her dry scales won. Stiffly she lowered her forelimbs down the steep banks, rising to her knees in the bloody waters, which was frigid. Scaled ears flicked uneasily, before she lowered her haunches into the pool. A surprised, short nicker escaped her as her forehand found the extraordinary steep drop-off to the shockingly deep pool… which seems to pull her further and deeper…
A squeal and a splash of bloody waters brought her back near the banks— though her hooves still treaded water where she was sure there had been shallows just before. Too late, she thought against breathing in the water through her gills. Damn.
"... in a single day and night of misfortune, the island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea."
"Huh," the word dropped from the mouth of a nesting pegasus, a bundle of feathers and hair curled up in the branches, hiding away from the world. The crimson canopy was a pleasant enough place to hide out - only recently had she even come across it. For years she had travelled across Helovia's skies, yet only now she found a place to dwell that was far enough away from any herdland that the mare could be satisfied of her solitude.
Or not.
Hiding from one's own responsibilities and herd meant one was bound to be found out by just about anyone - the cloudmare was thankful that she did not know most of those who dwelt below, but that didn't mean she wasn't just as ashamed when coming face to face with what she had (or hadn't) done. Mostly she watched the world trickle by, watched as others lived their lives. By and large she went unnoticed - sometimes she threw her spear at particularly nosey snoops, who usually vacated effectively after that. Her body, still sinewy and lean, lacked the stamina it once held from constant movement.
What had happened, you might ask, to make a mare turn inwards for such a time?
There was no real singular answer. A culmination of thoughts and events that were either real or fantasised, triggered the mare to seek refuge with only her thoughts to keep her company, her thoughts and memories. A constant image that floated to her mind was the image of perfect blue eyes peering deeply into her own - only she could no longer decipher whose eyes they were. And then the killings - the murders - that the Earth God has set for her, (to what purpose, she could barely recall), hurt her more deeply than she cared to admit. But she was a killer - she still held the tokens she already had.. She would get the rest. Just not.. Soon.
"Do you need help?" a voice, raw from misuse, croaks into existence, as she watches the strangely hued and textured creature flounder about in the water. The horned one appeared to be all right (if you discounted the surprised squeal she let out), and she seemed to have arrived at a moment where Cirrus was on the cusp of deciding to rejoin the real world once more. Curiosity was ever her weakness - and so with a singular whump of her wings, the cloudmare descended from her leafy heights to stand at the water's edge, brow raised in silent question.
The breath of red water send tingles through her gills. Unpleasant, cold prickles that sent red sparks bursting through her vision. Her ears were filled with the sound of her splashes and another, unearthly noise that didn’t know… So the first musing word of the mare above her went unheard.
With her vision thus distorted, the dropping of a flighted creature from the canopy made her lips peel back from her slightly sharp teeth. A burst of color flared from her stripes as her fear manifested itself in a pulse of light. Flighted creatures in the Rift were often predators— and hadn’t she been attacked by a flighted equine skeleton just before the gods battle?
A low growl ripped from her throat as she lunged towards the shallows, breaking free of the sinister force that pulled her legs and muddied her senses. Once her shoulders, and thus gills, were free of the water, her she was able to focus her sharp gaze on the landing pegasus. A mare. Of red-cast clouds?
Teal-yellow eyes linger on the mare’s coat a moment longer than usual in her brisk, visual assessment. Ears, which had pinned during her momentary panic, flicked towards the mare as she speaks. ’Help’? A derisive snort leaves her plated nostrils—
Before her large eyes land on the steep banks of the pool’s edge. She was certain that they had not been that deep when she lowered her dry body into the waters. Given the darkly magical properties of the water, she had no doubt they had grown since then. Gaze flicked back to the winged mare, teeth gritting before growling words, “I think— yes, I’ll need help,” the words was distasteful in her mouth.
She approached where the winged mare stood, webbed hooves raising to stab and scramble against the banks. She was usually so much more coordinated and graceful in the water— just more evidence that this was an enchanted place. In her struggles, the ruby droplets beaded and slid on the smooth, scaled skin. Unblinking eyes stare unnervingly at the woman of the sky, “Would you?” Her throaty voice was nearly a command— clearly she was unused to asking for assistance.
"... in a single day and night of misfortune, the island of Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the sea."
12-19-2015, 09:09 PM (This post was last modified: 12-19-2015, 09:12 PM by Cirrus.)
C I R R U S
The reception Cirrus' question received was unexpected. Cirrus had spent time at a beach before, she had seen the shallows, the corals, the colourful fishes that roamed beneath the sea. She had watched cuttlefish change shape, octopi dazzle enemies, even delicate seahorses dance their mystical, wavy dance just beneath the waves - but she had never seen something like this. What kind of creature was she? From afar, she appeared as nothing more than a regular unicorn - perhaps with dazzling colours and markings, but to Cirrus, that was fairly ordinary. The cloudmare had grown up in Helovia - quirky was expected by the mare - but she had never seen something quite as fascinating as this.
The colours and lights that danced along the mare's body captivated her, though it was meant to scare her away. Cirrus only found herself watching, questioning, even growing amused as she understood the entire attitude of the mare. I wonder if we're related, she thought idly as she recalled stories of her own grand-dam, Naryl, the mare renowned for her temper (and nothing else).
Playful laughter chuckled about her gullet as she watched the mare flounder and decide she needed help - without a please or a thank you besides. With ease Cirrus grabbed her spear from within the folds of her wings, twirled it around her tongue a few times until only the wooden shaft end was proffered to the unicorn-fish. "Grab hold!" she said awkwardly around the wooden end she held (with the silver point pressing somewhere against her neck/shoulder region), waiting for the other to hold on with teeth so that Cirrus could help pull her out.
Teeth, particularly those bestowed to equine derivatives, were not really meant for tugging like this. Though, surprisingly, Cirrus was quite adept at using her spear and mouth in this way, for she had practised it ever since her father had passed, and left it for her to take as her own weapon. Once the other had a firm grasp, Cirrus could not help the smirk that tilted her maw, nor the urge to simply push the other mare back into the water - but Cirrus was not inherently cruel, no matter the demons that plagued her - she instead began to pull, her warrior's build causing her muscles to bunch and heels to dig into the ground. Wings spread, their generous span flapping to give even more strength to this great game of tug-o'-war - until suddenly, everything seemed to give, and the mare was out of the clutches of the slippery, muddy banks, while Cirrus was sitting back on her haunches with her spear still in her mouth.
Stashing the weapon back into the folds of her wings, the cloudmare found herself laughing as she sat like a great hound, laughing, with tears streaming down her face, wondering what in the four heavens of Helovia had just happened.
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