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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.
If Ashamin had learned anything, it was that the Goddess of the Moon was not as kind as he had thought her to be. Her task, given two options, had appeared to be simple to the haruspex. Having fought many times before, the prospect of simple injuries from magic had not daunted him so much.
And it was true that that pain, the pain of spark, wind, fire, and earth, was not what truly hurt. It was the manner in which he had asked for such injury, degraded himself and hurt others in the process, that was what hurt. Hotaru had been first, shocking his chest and slicing his side with her razor wind. She had even given him the gift of that magic to wield later, a gift he had horribly abused. But to ask her that was to ask too much, to shake her strength to its core and reveal the selfishness that the Haruspex had been harboring.
Then Thranduil, the falsely gilded, had broken him. Ashamin had betrayed all values and used his own magic against the lord, completing even the task he been offered with temptation and turned from before. They had battled, then, Ashamin being blinded by the fiery ash of his enemy, but at what cost? Thranduil had run after, and Ashamin had not seen him since. He wasn't sure he would ever see him again.
Finally Volterra, the gut-wrenching colt in the meadow... what had that encounter been but some back alley exchange, some begging for a fix? Ashamin had offered himself to a stranger as a plaything, laid before a vampire with his fleshy neck exposed and said here, drink. The quest then had been completed, the task fulfilled. But at what cost? All of it, at what cost?
Ashamin walked with his head lower than before, his two companions in his company the only thing keeping him together. The last of the wounds on his side were now nothing more than faint marks, some scars; it was the limp from Volterra's earthen spike that lingered. With better healing it would fade, but for now the haruspex didn't have it in him to seek that out. He'd finished his quest, found his companions, and he would be done with this. Now.
Lochan watched the darkness of the night as before, eyes wide and searching. Rakt, new to the veins, saw nothing of import in the shrines and instead looked down, apparently fascinated by the soft flow of lava spilling out from the earth. Ashamin was stolid; Ashamin was not keen on making this last.
"I have completed your task, Moon Goddess," he spoke into the cold, his black eyes not even bothering to find her. She would reveal herself when she wanted, and of course he would wait. "I've felt much pain at your command, caused it with my need for it. I understand now, of the world, that protection cannot come without harm," Ashamin said to nothing, to no one. "Of myself, I've learned terrible things."
Was that what you wanted? his head rang, alarming Lochan from his hypnotized state. What I thought I was, what I thought I truly could be, is ruined.
Info from request thread, for reference:
"Questing for:
Magic::SparkxDark:: Able to manifest his/another's heart as a creature made of harmless electricity which can be hurt/killed. All damage done to the vulnerable manifestation harms its source.
Restriction: Lasts 30 seconds in battle. Requires permission outside of battle.
Would also like to use my 5 small items to make a large item and receive the following (wording approved with Brit):
Item. Offensive. Spiked spinal piece made of sharpened black antlers carved with gold runes. Attached via leather around throat latch, breast, and girth."
"Ashamin must either 1. Make himself stronger by: enduring attacks by 4 of the primary elements (So just because something is waterxlight doesn't count as two - it would count as whatever the primary output of the magic would be. For instance, although lava magic is earthxfire, it would count as 'fire', since lava is primarily fiery. ) or 2. Must intentionally maim/wound/hurt someone in his herd (physically)."
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
All magic and force allowed, barring death and permanent injury.
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Her voice was like a touch of perfume in the air, gently gliding downwards, invisible, but unmistakable. There was an eagerness to it - a bite almost - but she sounded amused. Indeed, as her svelte form came into view, appearing seemingly out of nothingness, her lips were twisted upwards in a grinch-like smile, and her eyes flashed with mirth.
"I would have been skeptical of others, had they returned as fast as you-" She began, her leonine tail flicking casually around her hocks. "But you aren't one to cut corners ... indeed, I see that you've fulfilled both options of your quest... how noble." Though her voice seemed to indicate that she didn't think it was noble at all. Oh no. But was it that Ashamin was simply hedging his bets? Completing both tasks, just in case he had messed one up? Was it merely to curry favour? Was he some sort of masochist? The possibilities made her smirk to herself.
And yes, he was right. This was exactly what she wanted of him.
"I am pleased with you Ashamin. The magic you seek is yours. And for all your trouble - " From the blackness around her, a piece of armor, adorned with black spikes and golden runes, appeared. It moved towards him, held in place by unseen hands, and fitted along his spine. "There is magic in it ... perhaps one day you'll figure out just what kind." She said, her voice like the twinkling of wind chimes in a frigid morning.
Ashamin has been granted his magic, and for his efforts in completing his quest, has also been granted a custom item! You may choose the enchantment that his armor has.
He was not so startled by her appearance now as he had been before. It was likely that this new strength he was meant to have was a part of that. It was possible that watching a ball of electricity hurtle towards one's own chest at unavoidable speed, that losing one's sight, that being shredded by an earthen pillar, had that sort of an effect on a being. That it made them jaded, frozen, colder and lacking surprise or excitement at the sight of anything that might once have filled them with reverie or awe. It was quite possible all of that could fuck someone up dangerously, severely, and irreparably. But those were just possibilities, just options in a limitless plane. Every idea, every thought, every happening, a point on a field somewhere beyond Ashamin's vision.
These, however, were abstract and useless thoughts. What Ashamin felt, concretely, before the rush of magic into his very soul and the settling of ancient weaponry upon his spine, was something like respect. Respect at last earned rather than simply held out of expectation, respect that it had been proven Ashamin needed to give. For though the Goddess of the Moon was surely to some no more than a wicked hellion, she was intelligent and strong, sure of herself and more than capable of proving her power of mortals and their minds. Ashamin, now scarred and forever changed, knew this with all certainty.
He listened to her apologies hollow eyed, his tail still and long on the rock as he waited for insult. But it didn't come, and he realized that perhaps she might even have the slightest bit of respect for him, or at the very least had found him satisfactory as a pawn. He dipped his head as she went on, let his fore lower into a faint and brief bow.
The weight that came upon his back was light but powerful. The forming of antlers from shadow was exquisite, the gold runes upon its frame were familiar but lost to him, like an image of his mother or the date of his father's birth. Was the power, then, in those runes, spelling out things the Haruspex did not yet understand?
He did not have much time to consider that magic, for the one more immediate and that he had sought began to take shape before his very eyes. Still weak and new but undeniably there, an apparition spelled in electricity appeared at the edge of the rock and between his two companions. Ashamin squinted, still unsure as to what the creature was, as to what it would become. For a second he felt something like eyes in it, something like eyes from his own heart; for a second before it disappeared, he matched its gaze.
What faded left behind reality. He saw more clearly the Goddess, tried to find her eyes when before he would not have dared.
"Thank you," he spoke, "I will do my best to use these gifts well." His two companions, still nervous at the electric apparition, drew closer to Ashamin. Lochan's frantic black brushstrokes spelled nervousness, a desire to go, but the Haruspex was not finished.
At last he was given the opportunity to speak with a God that, as far as he could tell, was not wishing it were elsewhere, or was not perhaps already in another dimension.
"Your brother," Ashamin began, "The God of the Spark. He does not speak of you as often as he should. Your powers, your knowledge... it is unique." the haruspex had many questions but knew better than to ask them now. Were this the time, he expected she would make that clear. But there was a chance still that he had misread, that no such dialogue would occur. He was, after all, only mortal.
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
All magic and force allowed, barring death and permanent injury.
Do not tag me, please message on skype instead
"Well or not," She offered with a laugh and a delicate shrug of her shoulders. "they are now yours to do with as you wish."
As he mentioned her brother, the stout one, the Goddess exhaled a sound that was very close to frustration, though it was tempered somewhat by their sibling bond. "My brother, for all of his infinite foreknowledge, often loses himself in the time streams that he holds so dear." She spat, sounding very nearly insulted and tired. "I'm surprised he even remembers to introduce himself, much less talk about me."
With a wave of her wing, the Goddess indicated that the conversation about her sibling was over. Ashamin may have impressed her with his dedication to his quest, but that had not won him an invitation to extend their chat. She and her brother at least had that in common. They were, both of them, more or less fair.
"As I said, the magic - and the armor - is yours now. You hold no debt to me, use them as you will."
With that, her body began to bleed away, back into the air. Tendrils of black smoke, thick and heavy enveloped her svelte curves and pulled them outwards, as if she had been no more than an amalgamation of coloured particles to begin with. She disappeared into the air, leaving a faint trace of lilac and honeydew on the breeze which appeared just as suddenly, to billow the remaining fragments of her body away.
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