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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.
02-18-2016, 10:33 PM (This post was last modified: 02-20-2016, 08:41 PM by Ampere.)
Hope the wound heals but it never does, that's cause I'm at war with love
Never let a wound ruin me, but I feel like ruin's wooing me
She came here, as she often did, seeking some kind of tranquility. Unsurprisingly matters of the heart were what weighed her today, as it had been nearly every day. She could nearly feel the thoughts unraveling in her mind, like the ends of her being were fraying into oblivion. Perhaps the salt might retie the knots and return her strength. Maybe she could just wash away into sea foam and be rid of it all.
An alarmed sunburst of orange exploded behind her eyes, followed swiftly with a chastising trill of anger. Kygo flew over her head, another thread snapping into un-spun chaos. She shook her head, ears flopping away his sound and a ragged sigh blowing is voice away. "Lighten up, it's only a thought..." and it was, and it had been ever since he melted against her soul. She wouldn't be here without, without Gaucho, a fact which did not escape her, but made nothing any easier either. Sometimes she wished he hadn't been there, but those times were less and less, coming only when she sunk into something darker than midnight.
No, she had decided a while ago, being gone isn't an option. Kygo being gone wasn't either. They were too entwined, their lives balanced in each other, like it or not. She didn't try very hard to protect him, nothing beyond her usual altruism anyway; that their souls were linked did nothing to motivate her defensive nature, if only because she needed to make a point (to who?). She had stopped going out of her way to antagonize him too. He was here to stay, and indifference seemed to instigate something calmer than chasing and biting at him, which seemed to energize him. They still had their moments of course, but he was terrifyingly becoming normal to her.
There went another cord of sanity and self-trust.
A bitter sigh wound from her nares as she wandered down the shore. Kygo, watchful of her mood, had delved into a tree to eat and stay safe from the pelicans and the mean gulls.
As she wandered, her heart pulled back and forth with the waves, slipping across Gaucho and Mesec with a despairing uncertainty.
The Transcended had been wandering, walking vaguely in a direction that would take her away from the Secret Grove (she carefully avoided considering her actions there), gazing at the waves crashing against the shoreline and contemplating her (rather dull-looking) future. So immersed was she in where she would go and what she would do, now that her life in the Dragon's Throat seemed to be at an end, that she hardly noticed when dirt turned to sand and trees turned to water, and then, out of nowhere, she was there.
And Sohalia came face-to-face with --
"Ampere," she breathed.
So, let's replay: shit.
Astraeus was hunting somewhere behind her, caught up in the trees that she had left behind; sensing her distress through the bond, he deserted the prey that he had been stalking from above and flew for his bonded, sparks flickering off his feathers. It took only a moment or two for him to arrive overhead, shrieking his wary greeting, for she had not wandered very far from the zephyr. She was calmed by his presence, suddenly able to sort through the emotions that raged for attention in her mind.
It was too late to flee; she had been sighted, no doubt, long before she took note of the blue in front of her. Even if she were to try and avoid the Chancellor, word of her reappearance in Helovia would no doubt reach Gaucho (or would it?), and that was what she had been so desperately trying to avoid. Her presence would cause only drama and pain, and she could not bear to bring that down on him once again.
But what was she to say?
She opted for, "Good morning," wincing internally at how cavalier it sounded.
"Talk talk talk." @Zenobia, if you would like, and @Ampere
Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...
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Hope the wound heals but it never does, that's cause I'm at war with love
Never let a wound ruin me, but I feel like ruin's wooing me
She sensed something of a presence first, but it was light, subtle, easy enough to brush off as she lost herself to herself. If she was to be jumped and beaten or taken prisoner, it'd be no different fate than the one she'd deliver unto herself, so she was not worried, or was just simply, not aware enough to take notice.
Then the shriek split the sky way, pulling Ampere's focus upwards with a visible jump as her hide twitched with a jolt of surprise. Her blue eyes landed on the zephyr, and even if she couldn't remember his name, she remembered him. She wasn't good with names, but faces, especially of companions, those she never forgot.
Her head turned, bending over her shoulder to look at the pale mare that stood there like a ghost of her past. The sea breeze blew her mane like a dark wave against the slope of her neck, gentle, but tugging, tangling. She inhaled deeply, like a mental or emotional preparation for this unexpected encounter. "Is it?" Ampere asked quietly, "I hadn't noticed." She was softer, both of them were. Sohalia had always been strong in Ampere's mind, even if she did not wear it in the brazen physicality that Ampere did. She seemed more distant now though, more, ruined. Ampere did too; she wore more scars, more creases on her face, more shadows there to dull the vibrancy of her eyes. Maybe it was just age, but it wasn't, it was heart ache.
There was a lot Ampere wanted to say, a lot she could have said. Things like, "are you back now?" "For good?" or "Where did you go?" or "Do you still love Gaucho (does he still love you?)?" but none of them came to her lips, unbidden or otherwise. Instead she just watched the pale mare, the Transcended, and finally managed to rouse something to her tongue. "It's good to see you again." It was too, in as much as it wasn't. Sohalia and she had left on good enough terms, and Ampere had been trying to foster a friendship in the mare, even if her heart had betrayed that and failed to keep Gaucho out of it. That was the not so good part, because what were they now, if not ruined? She had ruined them, again, just like she was always ruining it with Gaucho, whatever it even was - she had never been able to determine that answer. Would he finally grow tired of her games and reconnect with his first love, this pale dove? Was that for the better, making Ampere's choice of Mesec more simple?
The thought of such made her gut clench.
It couldn't be that simple.
Something was different - or, at least, she imagined that there might be something different about the blue. Perhaps she was merely looking at the mare through the broken glasses with which she viewed the world that had shattered around her, but she thought that there was something gentler about Ampere, something calmer. Whatever may or may not have transpired in the past, whatever may or may not have happened in the Transcended's absence -- it wasn't that it didn't matter, because it did (didn't it?). But in this moment, it simply wasn't as important as it might have been before.
Sohalia had never been able to hate Ampere; in fact, she had grown quite fond of the electric pegasus prior to her impromptu departure. They were a stark contrast to one another: where the Transcended was the calm before the storm, the Mother of Companions was the hurricane itself. Where Sohalia was light, Ampere was dark - except she wasn't, really, not once you got to know her. She was some shade of grey, some mixture of pure intentions and corrupted deeds. Weren't they all, in the end?
Astraeus landed on one of the branches overhead, cocking his head to the side as he considered the blue. The sparks that had flickered from his feathers had slowed as he felt his bonded begin to relax. He watched from above, concerned, surprisingly enough, for both of the mares.
"And you as well," Sohalia agreed, trying on a smile, surprised to find that it fit. Relief washed over her, visible in the relaxation of the muscles of her face and the way she eased into Ampere's presence. She took a few steps closer, reaching out to the Mother of Companions, surprised by how normal the gesture seemed. "You look..." 'Well' wasn't the right word - there was something off about the other mare, even as she had softened since Sohalia had seen her last. "...distracted," she settled for, glancing over Ampere. "Are you all right?"
"Talk talk talk."
@Ampere
Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...
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Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
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