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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.
He’d been gone too long- and he knew it. Disappearing like that, it was unfair to himself, but more importantly Myrrine. He’d royally screwed up with the only friendship – love – he’d ever experienced. And so the mute boy remained in his lonely silence. He was terrified to return, the only outcome in his mind was rejection. No one wanted him anymore. He wasn’t young, cute, no, he was grown and pathetic.
No longer a breathy whisper, but a silent memory. He was a ghost walking in the moral plane. He had no plans, no intentions, and no reason for existence. But he couldn’t leave. That girl, that spotted, beautiful, caring girl (now probably a beautiful woman) who he childishly loved after relentlessly. The scarecrow knew it would be even more selfish for him to disappear completely. He’d at least have to get her blessing to leave.
All he wanted was for her to be happy, healthy, alive… vibrant. So the man made his way toward Helovia, the land he had left. He had headed out to live on his own as an outcast. That way he only had to worry about himself, and everyone he wanted to be around would be safe.
But in a way, the silence had helped. It kept him from screaming out her name in a fit of anger, rage and sadness when the dark found him lonely and lost. It kept his heart from breaking more than it already had.
So now, for a few moments, he’d have to rip off that bandaid, and face her. He expected rage, rejection, and a plea to leave. In which case, he would do that for her, to make her as happy as possible. Carefully Cerin stepped through the broken glass of the Edge- knowing full and well he was trespassing. But this smelled like her- it was comforting. And he’d bask in it for the few fleeting moments he’d have before he’d have to face someone.
"blah blah blah." Tag;;@Myrrine Words;; Notes;; its shit but when he sees herrr <3
Was she imagining it? Surely she couldn't be. The scent had come upon a gentle breeze, awaking her from an almost restless slumber. When was the last time she had had a good nights sleep anyway? Not when all the things that had gone on between her and Quilyan were on her mind, not when she had a new outlook on life and needed new ways to figure out how to cater to this lifestyle. She would be up until the wee hours of the morning pondering and tossing and turning to herself, in her cold, lonely bed. She missed company, she missed her friends, especially Cerin who she hadn't seen for almost a year now. Maybe he didn't like her anymore and he had decided to leave her? He wouldn't do that to her... would he?
Her precious mute boy, the one who was most likely a strapping young man now, the one who was with her in her time of need and held her when she cried. He had been her knight in shining armor, he had been the one she could tear the mask off for. Had Quilyan become a replacement for him, instead of just being someone she thought she could rely on? The thought brought tears to her eyes as she lifted her head, hazel eyes searching almost hopefully for any sign of the opalescent man. Then his scent came upon the wind again and she knew that he was here, somewhere in these parts. Though the musk was different, the staleness of the Throat just barely present, she knew that it was still him.
Soon she was standing and stumbling to gain her balance, wings fluttering upon her back in her typical sign of anxiety of something yet to come. She knew he couldn't call her, couldn't beckon with a strong baritone or soft falsetto, yet it was as if part of her felt that he was calling to her, reaching for her in his mind in a plea that she would at least come see him. Without a second thought she was running, working her long and lithe legs as hard as she could just to try and reach him faster than normal. How many hours they had missed, how many lonely nights he hadn't been there to show her everything was okay. Surely they could bring all of that back now, could make up for lost time and simply bask in each other and what they were, what they could be.
Then there he was, passing the glass wall that was shattered and broken, in the process of being rebuilt by the duteous crafters of her homeland, being careful in his footing and obviously searching for her. Eyes widened suddenly realizing that this was no dream, this was reality, and the scent of him and sight of him being here brought tears to those beautiful eyes. She cried out to him, sweat coming from her form from her labored sprint just to find him," CERIN!" She hadn't meant for it to come out so raw, so desperate in her tone, but perhaps she had been waiting longer than before he disappeared for him to come find her here. Maybe she was waiting for that the entire time. She nearly crashed into him with her embrace, her head fitting perfectly into the spot she always placed it, her neck tucking in beneath his chin as it always had, for they were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together oh so perfectly. Lips were freverent in their exploration of his body, feeling to make sure he was really there and alive, not some fevered dream she was having in the midst of the night.
The tears were falling hard, the sobs racking her beautifully curved sides, as she continued to feel him, to remember his scent upon her skin and cherish it always, in case he were to leave her again. What she had failed to notice upon seeing him, but now recognized when feeling his neck and mane, was that he had grown as much as she had. He was but a hand taller than her now, his foal-like features entirely dissipated, only to replaced by the strong build of a man. She could feel the taut ripple of muscle and sinew beneath her soft lips, could see the brilliant sheen of his pearled coat and how he had grown into it so beautifully. His shoulders were broader now, meant to endure more than her playful tackles that were now a distant memory. He was a stallion, and a handsome one at that. She let the tears subside and she slowly pulled back, sniffling and looking into those emerald eyes of this. No matter what changed between the two of them, physically or mentally, those beautiful eyes would always remain the same. She took comfort in that.
" Goodness Cerin..." she spoke breathily, still trying to catch her breath from the run and well... other things," Where have you been? You've had me worried sick! I... I thought that I lost you..." She turned her head away suddenly, shy and uncertain in what she meant by that entirely. Did she mean as a friend who didn't want to be friends anymore? In the sense that he had somehow gotten himself killed? Or perhaps... did she mean lost a lover? That thought caused a lump to fill in her throat, for her mind to be filled with uncertainty at what she was thinking. She had always cared for Cerin, they had had a little teenage fling in their foalhood even, but she had thought that as time went on and he was nowhere to be seen, that it had faded into nothing but a beautiful friendship.
Yet as she looked at him now her chest was aflame with a vivid warmth, it spreading to her entire body as she filled with the utmost joy at seeing him, and something else for that matter. The warmth she felt as she looked over his newly grown manly body was deeper in her stomach, burning hotter and causing something to rise in her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it tugged at her from within and brought herself closer to him. His scent was invigorating and soothing all at once, fueling the heat that continued to rumble and boil deep within. It tickled and toyed with her mind, leaving her flustered and for her face to grow hot. The word was almost upon her lips, perhaps she needed to explore a little bit more in order to find out. She attempted to press against him again, to let her cheek press into the tender flesh of his shoulder, for her eyes to close and for her to just breathe him and who he was. Within that moment it clicked and it caused her eyes to open wide in surprise. Desire. It was now a rampant flame that could not be put out, licking at her heart and mind and begging for her to take some action.
She recoiled in thought at such an idea, taking a deep breath and pulling back from him once more. Surely her desire wasn't real. There had to be a reason behind it. Yet as she stared at his body and back into those eyes, her heart began to beat faster and she knew then what was attracting her attention. She swallowed hard, wondering how to even put it, how to address this issue she was having mentally. She wasn't supposed to delve into it and accept it or take advantage of it, but what was she supposed to do? She guessed she would just have to ignore it until she could find a way to suppress it on her own. So instead she smiled, looking deeply into those eyes she had come to love so much before speaking kindly," You've certainly... grown, Cerin." She swallowed again, praying to the Gods he didn't notice the visible change of demeanor.
OOC: I am so sorry... I told you she missed him XD
03-29-2016, 06:42 PM (This post was last modified: 03-29-2016, 06:42 PM by Cerin.)
Seeing her, it was like an epiphany. All he could do was smile, tears prickling to the surface threatening to fall. He refused to cry though – he already looked weak and didn’t need to look worse. But her tears weren’t helping, they made him feel terrible. For the first time in his life, he felt like the monster. He had caused pain instead of enduring it, and it killed her inside. He roughly tugged her back to her rightful spot on his chest, curling his head to try and keep her there for at least another second.
As she sobbed into his chest, there were so many things he wanted to say. For once he wanted to scream out in his voice his apologies. Grovel at her feet and beg for the forgiveness he didn’t deserve. It was amazing what she could do to him, if she asked him to jump, he’d find out how high. Hell he’d walk the earth for her if she asked.
The desolation that had built up in his system while he was away seemed to collapse. Around it was his heart, broken, beating, throbbing and trying to survive. For so long it had been trapped away, and now that she was here again, it was exposed just waiting for the deathly shot. There was no way they could go back to what they had been before, he’d ruined her trust.
However, she never pulled away, in fact, she seemed to curl closer to him. Cerin let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, relaxing into her embrace. There were subtle changes in her demeanor, and once again he was worried she would suddenly recoil and realize how stupid she was for giving him time, friendship, love?
Yet, all she did was say he had grown. He chuckled silently, his body slightly moving from the quiet action. Gently he lowered his muzzle to tug gently at the base of her mane, sighing in comfort. If she truly was forgiving him, he had been the luckiest guy to ever live. Gently he paused, trying to probe at her mind to give her a vision.
Without waiting another moment, the vision was uncontrollable. It released from him without much effort. It was the day they had been in the field together. How she had snuggled against him, listened, and provided a friendship he thought was impossible. In his memory though, she was literally glowing. There was an aura of pure happiness radiating off of her, and he was so desperately trying to hide the nervousness that emanated off of his memory. Yet, it would not be suppressed.
This is what he wanted. And it broke him to remember. He had shattered that for them. Gently pulling his magic back he lowered his muzzle in sorrow and gently nudged her neck in apology. There was no doubt she had moved on, both with friends and love. For some reason, that thought just hurt. Someone else got the chance he ruined.
"blah blah blah." Tag;;@Myrrine Words;; Notes;; a bit of PP so if you want me to change it lemme know <3
How wonderful it felt for him to accept her, to hold her tighter like he had found a hidden treasure he had once lost. Her heart beat faster in her chest at his touch, the way he made her feel so warm by his affection that she thought she would never experience again. Her body itched to remain next to him, to let their heat intermingle and their eyes to never look away from each other, to stare for eternity until they withered away into nothingness. She hadn't realized just how much it had hurt when he had left, when he hadn't been around when she finally did return, and it was enough to bring tears to her hazel orbs once more. He was refusing to cry it seemed, wanting to be strong for her, even though she didn't deserve it. Quilyan popped into her mind and she mentally flinched, looking down almost in guilt.
She had slept with him. A one night stand that she didn't expect to happen. Yet she had been so vulnerable and desperate that her unstable emotions had kicked in, giving herself to him so willingly, easily, because of those beautiful violet eyes and the kindness he offered to her. It made her cringe with guilt and disgust at herself. She was no worse than... than... well, a whore really. The thought killed her, made her want to curl up and cry, but she couldn't with Cerin here. She must rejoice, must cherish him while he is here and while this moment lasts, because as soon as he found out what she had done... he wouldn't stay long. The thought brought anxiety to her, caused her to look at him anxiously, longingly, hoping she could do something to hold onto him as long as possible. Heart thudding in her chest, she didn't know what would happen next, but she didn't have time to worry on it as soon her mind was being filled with one of his memories.
It was of them, the first time they had ever met. How close she had snuggled to him, had cried into his chest and how he had accepted it so willingly. She could feel his nervousness, his fear of rejection and confusion of what she had been doing back then. Everything that he had felt then was flooding over her now, and as she continued to see through his mind, she couldn't help but notice how she literally glowed. Like a delicate beacon in the night sky that lead the path to something better. The sight made her heart drop. He had loved her from day one. Whether or not either of them had realized it, that was the truth, and it killed her deep within now that she was aware of the fact, and with the circumstances present. When she was released from the grip of his magic she gasped, breaking free and looking at him with wide eyes.
She so badly wanted to accept it, to look at him and say she loved him too. That she wanted to be his forever and always, that they could be together forever and they would have their happy ending. But like she had always told herself, no one actually gets their happy ending. Taking a step back she gave a weak smile, trying to keep the tears back, trying to hold in the sobs as she looked at him," Oh Cerin... I love you too. So... so much. But I-" She had to stop herself, had to let one sob out as her voice cracked and she looked to the ground in utter devastation. How was she to tell him? What would happen once he knew. She would lose him and never get him back. She couldn't bear the thought of it, of just getting him back in her life, only for him to leave it because she couldn't keep her legs shut. She cried harder, trying not to scream in frustration and agony of the utter clusterfuck she had made for herself in the process of trying to better herself. The irony was too much for her to handle.
" I am... I've been..." just how many times was she supposed to fumble over her words before she could even say it? Gulping down air like she would never have it again she mustered up all of her courage, pushed aside all of her fear and sorrow and prepared herself for the goodbye, for the look of hate and the disgusted snort to follow: " I have been with another." And then she broke; she crumpled to the ground in a heap of spots and butterfly wings, too afraid to look at him and his reaction as she wailed like the first time they met. It was loud, echoing through the trees and filling the forest with her anguish. She couldn't leave it at that, she couldn't just let it all fall, she had to try to recover and at least take a chance at getting his forgiveness from him.
" T-There's nothing there with him. I was just upset and lonely and frustrated. He helped me figure out my emotions, help me realize that I need to take care of myself more. Then well, he was so nice and handsome, and it felt so warm next to him. M-My emotions were unstable and illogical. I made a mistake and-" she looked hopefully into those emeralds she would never forget, tears still streaming as she struggled to stand again and to look deeply at him, getting as close as he would allow before whispering," I was trying to replace you, Cerin. No one can ever replace you."
Apparently that was the normal now. As much as his heart rose to hear the word love, the ending sent him tumbling back into a black abyss of fear. It just continued to break as she trembled. She was afraid. What had she possibly done that she was scared to tell him? Cerin thought himself a pretty lenient guy, he held understanding for nearly everything.
But he realized why she was so afraid. As the confession slipped out of her mouth, she tumbled to the ground, and Cerin used all of his energy to remain calm and stoic. Inside though, he was sobbing. His body burned with jealousy and anger. The anger directed towards himself for leaving her. Now she had found someone.
He couldn’t blame her. She was grown up. He couldn’t have expected her to wait for him. Cerin was an absolute disaster inside, and now he felt worse by making her feel guilty. Even as she tried to explain that it meant nothing, he didn’t believe that. Myrrine was far too tender and loving to have had a relationship that meant nothing. If she fell in love with him while he was away, he didn’t want to come between it.
After a few moments of agonizing silence, he knelt down next to her, gently putting his head over her withers to tuck him beneath his chin. Words would be useful now. But of course, he had no way of conveying it. He would have to show her. Gently he pulled on her mane to grab her full attention.
He simply had a scene of him nudging her towards another. He didn’t have an image of this boy, so he just used a copy of a stallion he had come across in his travels. Cerin took a step back then, motioning her to continue her relationship. The scene wavered as he kept his sadness from leaking in, but he was able to hold control for a few more moments before it collapsed around him.
The full weight of his head fell upon her withers and he stared blankly at the land in front of him. His mind wandered towards what his future meant now. Cerin was determined not to abandon her, and he would be here in case she needed him. Sure, his heart would break every time he saw her with this mystery man, but he would keep his game face on.
She hadn't expected him to embrace her. To hold her like he always did whenever she cried. It only made it hurt more. She had destroyed everything they had, what they could have been, and nothing she could say or do would ever fix that. She cried harder into his broad chest, taking in his scent and savoring it, because when would be the next time that she would be able to see the man that she so deeply loved. How she hadn't seen it before was puzzling, enough to make her want to smack herself in the face over and over again for being such a fool. What Quilyan and her had had was something that was never supposed to happen. It just had. There was no warning, it was an explosion that blew them both away and led to this time now. She didn't love him, she didn't think she could even if she had tried. He had been kind to her, he most likely would always be kind to her, but deep down she knew that it just... would never happen. She could try, she could put on a fake smile and pretend she was in a happy relationship, but at the end of the day she would only think of Cerin. Emerald eyes and tender smiles. Gentle kisses and sweet embraces like the one now.
This was what she loved about him. Only he could make her feel this way, couldn't he see that? The image came into her mind abruptly, and as soon as it folded out before her she was reluctant to keep watching, to accept it all and what he was trying to convey. No. She couldn't let him decide that for her. She wouldn't accept his decision because it was not his decision to make. Pulling away she looked at him with nothing but hurt, betrayal and confusion. Eyes still brimming with tears, she turned to him, voice filled with the anguish she felt towards him right now," How could you ask that of me Cerin? To make me choose someone that I do not want to be with. I don't love him, nor will I ever love him." Her breath cut sharply in her throat, the tears coming down, but all she wanted to be was angry. Though being angry at Cerin was something she didn't think she could ever be.
He only meant well in the end, and if she knew him like she most likely did, he was probably blaming himself for all of this. The thought cause a bitter smile to cross her complexion, before she finally looked to him again, to meet those eyes that would always draw her back in, before letting her ears flatten and for her to place a sharp, yet hesitant nip on his neck. It wasn't meant to hurt, only to warn him that she wasn't happy or messing around. He needed to listen to her, and listen to her now. She pressed the area with a tender kiss, as if to apologize for acting so aggressively, yet her hazel eyes held a fire that showed her inner determination.
" You're... you're being stupid!" she spoke at last, her wings fluttering furiously in her frustration, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed as she did her best to come off as upset. Only she looked like a child pouting. Any sane person wouldn't take this expression seriously, but if Cerin knew her as well as he used to, he would know that she was being completely serious. The action towards him was one she hadn't expected to ever do, but she also felt liberated, thriving off of her new ability to actually be something other than happy. Slowly but surely, she lifted herself back onto her feet defiantly, keeping a strong stance as she looked at him and spoke firmly," I'm not the same girl you met in the Heavenly Fields all those years ago Cerin. I've changed... though for the better is what's debatable." She looked away then, eyes full of shame and the tears threatening to fall down those porcelain cheeks yet again. How hard she fought it, tried her best to keep them back, but all of the pent up frustration only brought them forward.
" Can't you see that I want you? That I love you so much and the thought of losing you; again, it would just... just..." she choked back the sobs, she had to do this right dammit! She wasn't going to fall, to crumble to the floor and sob like a little child. No, she would keep her firm footing, would look at him head on and finish what she had to say. He was going to listen, because he was the only one that actually seemed to, and this was enough to spur her to continue with her little speech;" It would kill me Cerin. As I told you before... he was a decision that was regrettable. He was something I took as a medication... to heal the pain of not having you. If you do not want to be with me now because I've been... tainted, then I understand. But then tell me that instead of trying to hide your hurt behind a stupid mask!" She stomped a hoof and brought her face closer to his, eyes filled with hurt and that fire that had yet diminished.
" You can't hide behind a mask forever my love, look what it did to me."
OOC: -Myrrine drops mic and walks out- I'M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT
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