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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.
03-14-2016, 10:43 PM (This post was last modified: 03-14-2016, 10:48 PM by Murtagh.
Edit Reason: forgot to mention what he was questing for :|
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Excitement was at constant war with nerves so that Murtagh wasn’t so much walking or trotting beside his mother but bouncing. He hoped that his attempts to help his fellow Helovians were enough - he had had so much fun during this quest and was a little sad that it was over. He made so many friends! Elsa and Edgar, Cirrus, Najya and little A’mal, and Rexanna! All of them! He couldn’t wait to see them again, he just knew that he’d go travel and find them! He was happily telling Lakota about all of them, realizing that he had managed to meet someone from every single herd! Perfect excuse to go travel and meet them all as soon as he had his bear cub!
Oh he was so excited!
It only got more exciting the closer that they got to Veins.
He had to slow down to a boring old trot, though he still circled Lakota occasionally, when he got tired. Man this walk was long. “Do you think I did a good job, mammina?” He had filled her in on everything that had happened and she had agreed to visit the Veins with him so that he could let the Earth God know that he had helped others all over Helovia! Hopefully now he’ll be able to find his bear cub.
Once they arrived, Murtagh wasted no time in trotting over to the now-familiar shrine. He was sad that it was Frostfall so he didn’t have any flowers to give to the God this time - and the little snow-bear that he had got Aodaun to help him build had melted a few moments ago, much to his dismay. Apparently snow and blue-ish lava don’t get along.
Worried over this lack of a present, the blue roan yearling cautiously approached the shrine. His tail betrayed his excitement, flicking about all which way as he tried not to dance on the spot.
“Uh, sir?” What do you call the God of the Earth? He looked over to his mom to see if she had any input on the matter. Oh! There was something he could do! He carefully wiggled out of the compass and put it carefully on the shrine. “Thank you for the compass! I got to help so many people!”
That's why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life
image by Kiki <3
For the Earth God!
Returning his quest he got here for a normal companion: spectacled bear
"Basically if someone agrees that he can know that their character needs help, this compass can direct him to them! After he helps 4 different individuals, tag the mythical account either in that thread, or back here."
also, if it's not too much to ask, I was wondering if the Earth God could give Murtagh the earth amulet he'll be getting because this is his 75th post (YAY). No worries if not!
belladonna, in italian a beautiful lady; in english a deadly poison.
The blackened woman had not been there for the earthen lord to pass the details of her son's quest down to him, that blessing had gone to Ktulu. But the mares had agreed that Lakota would be there at the end of it, to proudly watch as the cub was bonded to their beloved child. Sharing of the parental duties, if you would. Not that anything could have separated her from the exuberant child on his victorious eve. She was filled with endless pride, a deep and burning fire of love that made her nearly as giddy as he was. He had fulfilled his quest in what seemed to be the blink of an eye, and while she was stained with the blackened blood of every life she'd ended, it did not keep her from loving him for his purely selfless soul. Honestly she wasn't quite sure where he'd gotten it from - perhaps herself, before love, life, and family had twisted her soul into something disfigured and ugly. Perhaps from her granddam, the same place she always suspected Hana to have gotten it from. Wherever it came from in his family tree, she didn't care. She loved him, she was so proud of him, and sometimes she wished she were a better mother - a better person - for him to properly look up to. He was too pure, but in that same way, he was a part of her. She had created him. And she would guard the purity of his light until her own flame flickered and died out.
Her son chattered happily on throughout the journey, Aodaun brushing idly against the cub from his other side - flanked by two dangerous beasts, protected on as many sides as Lakota could guarantee. She commented happily throughout his chattering, though it wasn't exactly necessary with how naturally energetic and talkative her only son was. None of the names rang familiar to her, which caused a wave of bitterness to consume her momentarily. She hated her useless existence - she had been Chieftess once, head Medic as well. Yet where was she now? A rankless nobody, idling around in the Falls, waiting for her son to return from his wanderings to give her purpose once more. Waiting for Ktulu to return from her duties, ones Lakota once had. Ones she missed.
But she did not ruin her beloved's day with her own self-hatred. This was going to be one of the most important moments of her son's existence - it would change his life for good, to have his soul intrinsically tied to another life. The bear would be more than a companion, or a slave to tote around. At least, to Lakota, Aodaun had always been so much more. A brother, a best friend,a guardian. Someone to love and be loved by. Lakota could only hope for a similar relationship to grow between her son and this bear that would soon join their odd little family.
"You did perfectly, bambino. Il dio della terra will see your sincerity, my love." Perhaps she knew what fate awaited her in the future, the void she would leave in her son's life, for she found herself teaching him more and more of her mother tongue. Maybe she knew that she would leave this life, the last person capable of handing down such a gift to him. Hopefully it would leave him something to remember her by - snippets of phrases and sentences, no master of the language like she was, but enough to recall the tone of her voice or the shape of her smile.
She waited patiently beside him, eyes soft and tongue quiet. She could not teach him how to pray, it was an act he had to figure out on his own. But she knew the God would come in time to visit them.
Lakota
the Poisoner
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Please only tag starting posts, spars, and threads collecting dust! Plot with me here!
The shrine rumbled gently. The earth itself seemed to reach up, like some gently twisting hand of soil, to close itself around the compass. The trinket disappeared inside of the hand, which now appeared to be rolling over - as if it were really two hands in one, sewn together by mother nature. The tendrils of dirt opened, and there sat an amulet, not unlike the now gone compass, at least in terms of size and colour. However this amulet was inlaid with vines and leaves - things which clearly indicated that it was one the God's own.
"Nothing could make me happier, youngling."
The God's voice first pushed through the soil, followed by the rest of his mammoth and rustic body. His eyes kindly fell downwards onto the small colt - though he had grown considerably since last the God saw him. "Did you enjoy helping others?" The God asked, his voice a paternal cradle of love and affection. Gently his eyes moved to Lakota, nodding with a polite warmth to the Poisoner. She seemed to have aged past her years on this earth, a certain weariness falling over her, settling on her shoulders and in the crevices of her muscles. Was it being a Mother that had done this to her? Or simply the ebbs and flows of life itself?
From behind his wing, the God produced an egg. It was dark in colour, speckled with some lighter flecks, but the most impressive thing about it, was its size. Clearly this egg had not been laid by a bird. The God extended his wing, still cradling the egg in a swaddle of feathers, towards
Murtagh. He left his dark appendage outreached until the boy had taken his prize, before folding it gently against his flank once more.
03-26-2016, 02:22 PM (This post was last modified: 03-26-2016, 02:26 PM by Murtagh.)
Murtagh had been staring intently at the shrine but still jumped when it started to rumble - a delighted hoot escaping him as the earth reached up to surround the compass and he danced merrily around Lakota before returning to his spot beside her and waiting with held breath. His lavender eyes widened with absolute amazement as the earth turned the compass into something else - an amulet. And it was beautiful. Just as he was looking up to his mammina to see if it was for him, the now-familiar voice of the earth god stopped all other thoughts.
The yearling’s smile did not fade, and neither did the wide-eyed expression, as the god appeared. He doubted he would ever get used to that very cool trick. “I did! It was so great to see everyone so happy after I was able to help them!” He had even forgotten about his quest during a couple of his missions - so intent was he on helping out those that the compass had brought him to. It wasn’t until after he had said goodbye on those times that he remembered why the compass was bringing him to these delightful mares anyway! He liked the feeling of having been able to help them and looked forward to continuing to do so - even without the help of the compass. “It must be so great to get to help us find our companions and stuff!" Murtagh had been able to help a few people during this quest (and would inspire to help more) but he could only imagine how many the Earth god could help!
And then oh! The God shifted his wings and Murtagh could see a dark, speckled shape carefully cradled in the feathers.
He had never seen an egg like that before but he recognized the shape - his tail flicking excitedly as the implication settled on him. “OH! THANK YOU THANK YOU!” He danced in the spot a little bit - carefully stilling himself as the wing outstretched and moved the egg closer to him. Carefully, Murtagh took the precious thing from the Earth God and positioned it carefully by his hooves. His muzzle hovered carefully around it, frightened to touch the large egg in case he damaged it, but unable to focus on anything else. “È bellissimo.” The Italian tongue of his mother coming out in a hushed reverence for this incredible thing before him - lavender eyes shining with tears of happiness. As his dark muzzle finally came in contact with the smooth, dark surface, the egg trembled a little bit - rocking in place before an audible craaacccckk made Murtagh sit down out of shock.
He thought that he was ready for this, but he was so very wrong. In response to his touch the egg was now cracking all over. No, hatching!! Quick glances were cast both towards his mom and the Earth God, filled with both fear and excitement. This was what was supposed to happen, right?
The egg started to fall apart and soon a fuzzy, adorable little face was poking out - crowned with a piece of spectacled shell. Murtagh scrambled back to his hooves and as she rolled and rocked her way free from the rest of the fragments, happily still wearing the egg hat and grumbling with bear sounds he had never heard before. He reached down to her, the little creature of brown and cream that so beautifully matched the egg she had been born from, and helped remove the pieces of shell still clinging to her. “Ti ho trovato, sorellina.” His whispered as he buried his face into her fuzzy neck, breathing deep the rich, clean scent of the fur there.
‘I have found you, little sister’
That's why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life
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