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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.
'cause though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
cI had thought that Calder was joking about using the sentinels as a way to find the entrance into the Basin but I couldn’t help but take note of them as I left, worried that I might not be able to find my way back. I hoped that I would, although I felt like I had been spending most of my time there sleeping or shivering I was growing fond of it. I knew it to be safe, after all, and I was looking forward to returning there but I woke up this morning with the terrible need to walk. Not just around the Basin, or to the hot springs, to keep my bones from freezing but further out. I was growing more and more curious about Helovia, curious about what sort of creatures lived here. So far they had been kind and I had passed through here unharassed once… surely I could again?
I had lingered on the borders of the Basin, considering asking Calder to come with me but quickly moved off from the thought. It wasn’t that I did not trust him to keep me safe but I stubbornly resisted the idea that I further needed assistance. Surely I was capable of walking about on my own - the snow would hinder my escape but it would hinder any attackers as well. Still I could not hear the cracking of a twig or the pulse of hoofbeats without wincing, without my own pulse picking up. I was perpetually jumpy and on-edge but my freedom was still new and I did not want it to be taken from me for lack of awareness.
Not overly interested on travelling further north than the Basin, I followed my instincts south. We had taken our time on the journey to the mountains but I had been so tired that I must not have retained any of the little conversation Zandora, Calder, and I had shared. Did we discuss the name of these fields and forests? Did they have names? And what of the streams and the trees? The depth of the snow lessened as I travelled but it covered the plants too much for me to do more than guess at their names, if they were similar to those from the foothills I called home.
It was afternoon when I reached a meadow dappled with snow-lined oaks, the sky a bright and crisp blue as the sun shone deceptively and lit up the light layer of snow so that it glittered. Still getting used to a life outside of slavery, my body was exhausted from the walk already and I found a spot beneath one of the oaks to rest. It took a little fidgeting to get where the branches blocked the worst of the glare from the sun and I was more free to look around and admire the simple, crystalline beauty around me.
Elspeth
image by Kiki <3
hanging out in the northern reaches of the meadow
for @Beest and any!
03-18-2016, 05:18 PM (This post was last modified: 03-18-2016, 05:18 PM by Isi.)
i never meant to wither
i wanted to be tall
My time with Ilios in the threshold had been quite fruitful. I obtained much information about the past events I missed between leaving and arriving once again, these lands, while feeling no different, surly undergoing such change that I wouldn't be able to recognize the power flowing through it anymore. From the inhabitants. From the Gods themselves. It was a shorter walk through the maze of the forest than I would have cared to admit liking; I enjoyed my time with Ilios and all the talking he did to humor me. I feel caught up, if not a bit caught out, but definitely have a stronger understanding of everything Helovia endured. I was little surprised in all that Ilios had revealed to me: the Goddess' murders, the fight with Rift Gods, continued loss of life and bloodshed. Not much had really changed.
After we parted ways, him heading off to his home and me promising to visit him in the Throat, I felt the need to see these lands against for myself. To cross their bodies, to refamiliarize myself with the lands I once used to call home... it felt a tad surreal. They hadn't much changed visually, and neither had I, but on the inside we were both different than when we last met. Adella flew overhead on the currents she once knew and loved, wings stretched out wide in the chilly air. I pushed through the thicket of trees to be shown a wide, inviting field. I remembered this place, the times I spent racing through them with Adella. It was covered when I saw it again, but I knew it was the one.
My hooves crunched beneath me as I made my way through, wading in the snow and the flowers that seemed to lose all their color blanketed in white. My thoughts drifted to the lands surrounding me, the four of the Gods' and the ideals each held. I mindlessly wondered if the Basin was still stuck in its ways of varying racism, then to the Throat with their requirement of keys before being allowed in. Like an invitation. I didn't get too far in the reminiscing before Adella mentally pointed ahead of us, toward the ground beneath some overhanging trees. There was someone laying beneath them, small, rather alone in the wide world of the meadow. Adella was rather eager to see another face--our months of solitude did no good for either of us. So I nodded deftly and continued my walk in that direction.
I drew nearer with a smile to show my offer of friendship, bowing my head slightly in greeting as Adella landed upon my back and looked with an outstretched neck toward the resting girl. Glancing back behind me, I wistfully sighed under my breath. "Thistle Meadow... It has been some time since I have seen this place." I turned back to her, giving her my full attention then. "I am Isi. And this is Adella. It is a pleasure to meet you." I kept my standing position but lowered my head respectfully, eyes quite fixated on her horns for a reason I didn't exactly know.
"fear the Vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the Vulture."
Powerful, gigantic wings pumped in the sky, burnt orange primaries spread against the sunlight. The air was cold, dense, and felt exhilarating beneath his feathers. Heavy legs were cocked beneath him as he flapped and glided— truly it was remarkable that one such as he could fly. But large wings blotted out the sun as he enjoyed his flight, a roughish grin on his face as his tuft of a beard blowing in the wind.
But his eyes were cast downward, for all that he loved the air, watching the treetops give way to a field— an great open snow. White ears were tilted back against the wind, but his raptor gaze of red and yellow swept the meadow below. Surely a meadow this large would not be barren of life? Sharp eyes caught a few deer moving along a river, but little else caught his eyes in the afternoon sun—
There. There, amid the glare of light on snow, was a blotch of dark locks, disappeared beneath the barren limbs of a tree. Wings angled, abruptly bringing about a steep and rapid descent for the raptor. The equine looked so delicate and small from up above— he wondered (hoped) it was a woman.
But not fast enough was his descent, for there was suddenly another wading through the blanket of white— suddenly his massive span flared, stopping his controlled fall from the heavens. He was closer to the earth, now, and could more closely watch the black and white painted equine that approached the tree he plunged towards. Was that a dragon? Immediately his interest was further piqued.
He landed with a solid thud upon the ground, not too far from the tree. Red-ringed irises immediately hone on the dragon, while his massive wings furl and fold into his ribs. Tangled, black locks are even more a mess from flying, knotted and lying awry along his tawny neck. His gaze slips to the woman who is with the dragon, a dainty black and white mare. He grinned, not bothering to mask his the easy slip of his eyes over her regal carriage of her body as she spoke to the other (yet un-inspected) equine beneath the tree. It was apparent she knew how alluring she looked.
Attention then turned to first he had seen, gaze slipping down the warm cream of her throat to appreciate the relaxed, womanly curves of her body. The burnished brown of her locks were bright against her skin and face— which his sharp eyes slipped to. He found her golden eyes, grin broadening as he nodded his stark white face in greeting. “I’m a lucky man to have found two attractive ladies. I’m Gaal, new to Helovia,” his roughish grin stayed in place as he spoke, “Do many have dragons here?” his eyes slipped between the two woman as he addressed them both, and asked Isi his question.
'cause though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
So there I was, minding my own business, when the world decided to shift around me again. At least, this time, the world started to shift slowly at first. The mare that approached me wasn’t coloured by a rainbow hue like so many of the other Helovians - she was a peaceful and beautiful paint, white and brown and with a friendly smile too. I warm instantly to the idea of company - standing up so that I could properly greet her - and even opening my mouth to respond to her kind words when a… I don’t know, a winged lizard landed on her back. I startle but I (thankfully) don’t even shriek. I must admit that I missed what else she might have said, which was unfortunate because she was introducing herself and her lizard-thing, because I was too busy staring at the creature.
My manners just completely went out the window!
I don’t get a lot of time to ask the mare if she knew that there was a lizard on her back because we were approached by… well I guess it must be someone but my first instinct was to say ‘something’ instead. That world shifting? It was collapsing beneath my feet because there was a winged horse landing and coming towards us. “Holy shit are you seeing this?!” I ask of Isi (ah yes that was her name), gesturing to the creature that was approaching.
It was odd enough seeing someone without horns, but I had seen it happen before. My own forelock covered the little nibs of horns and many of those in my old herd had been the same way - but everyone had at least had some sort of set of antlers. And not once had there ever been someone with wings.
I’m afraid those golden eyes of mine are widened in complete surprise in awe when he walks right over to us, just like nothing is weird about this situation whatsoever. I just barely manage to catch his introduction too (great job, Elspeth, you’re really making an impression) because I’m distracted by, well, a lot. I’m trying not to stare at his wings as I repeat the word he asked about.
“Dragon.” My voice is unbelieving, and why not? Dragons existed in fairytales along with winged horses and purple horses. They were huge, fearsome things - how could there be one here and we didn’t see it?
But then my eyes drift back to Isi and Adella and I look at this dragon as though I had not just been staring at it a moment before. “There’s a such thing as dragons?!”