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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.
It was a sore pain, one that throbbed rather than sparked. When the violet girl had sunk her teeth into his skin, Nox was there to ease the pain, stop the bleeding, but the wound still remained. By now it had already scabbed over; his dark flesh was healing well. It would soon grow to be a delicate scar in the shape of two, small crescent moons facing one another, their edges jagged and golden, like he would grow to be.
His mother hadn't seen it yet.
He didn't want her to, either. In fact, he hadn't seen her since the blood-sucking incident had occurred (had it been days already?). He recalled telling her something along the lines of 'I'M GONNA GO VISIT DADDY, BYE!!' When in reality, that was never his true intention. He had planned to step outside the herd for a moment, long enough to track down a certain bug that hadn't frequented their cave in so long. But he wandered too far on accident, and decided he had gone too far to go back (go big or go home).
But now he was back; back in the mountains, the snow, away from blood covered land and blood-lusting fillies. He wondered if his parents had seen each other, worried over his disappearance, or noticed he was gone at all. He wasn't ready to know. He had carefully avoided the golden and cream mare's presence since his return. Oh, but he knew confrontation is inevitable. He stood outside their cave, not knowing where she was, wondering whether or not he cared about that.
The golden, blood splattered boy stared at the bugs that crawled in and out of the cave, kicked around some rocks by the cavern's mouth, and waited. He waited for the sun to go away, for the snow to melt, for his bugs and bats to come to him, and for his mother to chew him out.
Fortunately, the boy was no stranger to patience. Unfortunately, he was unsure whether or not his acquaintance to forbearance would be useful now.
The Thief felt broken inside. After the possibility of being killed by her past lover, she was unsure whether or not she should even return to the Basin at all. What if he followed her here? She knew that the Basin had strict rules against Pegasi but Zahra was here, so would that be thrown out the door? She didn’t want Calstron to know of Rein, her pride and joy, and threaten to steal his life away from her too. It took her awhile to even become okay with returning home, not like she had gone very far. Just to the Heavenly Fields. But nevertheless, she still carried the “C” carved into her chest, turning black by scabs and a blueish hue around the marking of severe bruising. She felt like an open book now, forced to portray his name on her skin for the rest of eternity. Would that be what defined her from now on? Would that sharp contrast of the C scarred into her skin dark as obsidian against her once porcelain pelt be the only reminder she left on the world? She hoped not, but she couldn’t prove to herself it wouldn’t.
She still wore the chains, the ones that Murtagh had helped her find before she stumbled across Calstron. When she saw them before, she thought they were beautiful. It wasn’t until they slid across her back in such a familiarity that she realized they were the very same chains that she had did her best to get rid of. As much as she had tried to remove herself from her past life, she was slowly sinking back into the ship, forced to watch and obey as the gods gave her a harsh hand of reality. Her posture was once proud and strong, now seeming brittle and tired. Creases surrounded her eyes, blackened by her exotic markings, made her look even more tired. How could one sleep when there were those around wishing death to her? Especially when she was so out in the open. Sleep just wouldn’t work, not until she was home and in the comfort of her own cave.
She trudged forth, hoping to avoid faces and eyes as she returned from her endeavor. Had it been days? Weeks? Surely it wasn’t a month, but she wasn’t sure anymore with everything that was happening. The wound on her chest was far too fresh for her to remember such trivial things as time. She hoped that her son was still with her father, hoping to avoid his curious gazes as well. From a once proud, ecstatic mother, suddenly resembling a trembling child. She had always wanted him to think the best of her, but how could she be her best now? Not when she was forced to see the marking Calstron had left upon her. Her confidence went away just as fast as his mark upon her had happened. Though she managed to get her way into the sight of her cave, avoiding people at all costs. Her head lowered, body seemingly frail and twitching with each movement of the new chains bore upon her back and tail.
When she lifted her head to see the opening of her cave, she spotted the blood spotted boy in the threshold, seemingly awaiting her return. She huffed a small sigh, but forced a smile to her lips, moving forward and lifting her head slightly, just barely enough for it to not pull on the wound and cause more pain, but not enough to be the proud mother she had always wanted to be. “Rein!” She called out to him, hoping her voice sounded cheery enough. She moved closer to him, noticing the muscles that were filling out beneath his golden pelt and his height that was slowly growing more and more each time she saw him. Reaching out to him with her muzzle, she aimed to run her soft face against his neck. However, when she made it to his shoulder, her blue eyes grew wide. Retreating her head, she tried to catch his gaze. A sadness looming beneath the pools of already sad blue. “Rein, what happened?” She questioned quietly. Normally she would be mad, she would be upset, she would wonder what Ashamin had let him do while she was gone.
Not this time. She was beginning to learn that he needed to make mistakes and be harmed for it to learn better. But the little markings looked more like a wound similar to hers, now pulsing with the sudden rush of her heartbeat. She wanted to know immediate who had harmed her son. Frustration growing in her head as she inspected the wounds, ears perked forward in complete attention. It looked too small to be something Cal could do. It also seemed too unique of a marking to be done by being struck by a hoof. So what did cause it? She huffed a small sigh before brushing by her son into the center of the cave and shaking her mane and tail out, golden chains adorning her entire body now chiming with the movement. She turned to face him once more before kneeling down to lay down, her gaze awaiting his response as she gazed up at him from the floor of the cave, her own wound similar to his but with a fresher look. While she tried to remove her blood from the wound, she could only do so much. Her own pale skin slightly blood stained as her son along her chest. But while there was time for answers, there were only time for his answers. Rexanna was still rather unsure how to even respond to him about her own. Perhaps he was old enough now to learn that there are those in the world that would do everything in their power to see you fall.
He flicked an ear to one side, his jaw clenched and dark blue gaze fixated on the ground as she approached. His new vocabulary, recently learned words and rhetoric from his adventures, were lost to him in that moment. He simply stood, dreading to even look in her direction.
"Rein!"
His golden brow furrowed. She sounded like herself, but not at all like herself at the same time. On any other day her tone would have fooled him, but that day he was especially attentive. He looked up, partially expecting to see a stranger. And for the most part, he did. She looked ornate, new golden jewelry spilled across her back, but the adornments did little to disguise how tired she seemed. He saw so many emotions etched into the creases of her face that he couldn't identify. Worst of all to see was her blood stained chest and the "C" cut into her rust colored fur.
"Mommy?" He called out softly, his voice so close to breaking as his gaze searched the thief for some semblance of the proud mother he used to know her as.
The golden boy's eyes grew wide as she brushed her muzzle across his neck, his muscles growing tense under his thick layer of winter fur. He was only beginning to accept her as she was, as a battered thief rather than a noble matriarch, when her muzzle was pulled abruptly from his skin. He looked to her, more confused than ever, his acceptance dissipating. It took a moment before the realization set in, before he remembered the teeth marks still engrained in his shoulder, a crescent shaped, healing wound, so similar to hers.
His dark indigo eyes flicked down, brow furrowing as he was questioned. She was too quiet, too calm, and that angered him. Did she at all care that the wound hurt? Obviously not (and that hurt even more).
The golden boy jerked his head towards his mother, brow furrowed and eyes filled with dark blue rage. When she was lying down, he was taller, he was above her, and that instilled him with the inability to fear her. "I fell," he bit back, not even trying to disguise the fact he was lying. His features were stony despite the anguish spreading through his golden, crimson splattered chest (who are you? Who are you? No 'Are you okay, Rein?' Nothing?).
"What happened to you?" he whispered after a moment, his words broken and desperate and quietly enraged.
@Rexanna TEEN ANGST SET IN A YEAR EARLY OR SOMETHING IDK
Rexanna recognized her son’s tension, but from what she wasn’t sure. Was it from seeing her so battered and broken? Or was it from what had happened to him that he seemed to try and hide. Her blue gaze hardened as she watched her son, awaiting answers and wondering just perhaps what had caused such a marking. Nothing crossing her mind in terms of ’are you okay’. She wasn’t sure how she’d be able to respond to that inquiry either if he were to round it back onto her. The Thief was beginning to realize that she wouldn’t be able to protect him from everything, and she hoped that perhaps he would learn how to handle things on his own. No matter how much it hurt to learn.
Her ears flickered back for a moment as she lingered on the floor, Rein hovering over her as he said he had fallen. Her gaze grew suspicious as it lingered on her son with the crescent markings on his shoulder. “Well, what did you fall on?” She began before letting the frustration escape her. If Calstron were to come for her life tomorrow, the last thing she wanted was an argument between her and her only child. She emitted a small sigh before shaking her head, her ears flicking back to attention on him. “It looks like it’s healing well. Do you want me to find Tiamat in case?” She paused, briefly wondering if he wanted her to ask if his wound hurt, but before she could get the words out he rounded the question back onto her.
Lips forming into a frown as she turned her gaze away from the golden child. His voice was clearly broken, wanting answers. Wanting to know why his mother wasn’t the strong formidable force she had always portrayed to be. If only she could tell him, it was an act all along. That she never truly was such a strong pillar. But that she was always just a coward at heart. But what good would that do? She didn’t want him ashamed of her. She couldn’t bear to think of what he might imagine. Perhaps now was a good place to start, to show him how much she’d changed, how much she’d became, how tall she’d gotten – to how far she’d fall.
“Rein, you know I love you right?” She breathed to him, her own voice merely a shaky whisper as well. She didn’t want to frighten him, but she needed him to listen. “And nothing will change that. You’re always going to be my little golden boy.” She let her sad blue gaze land on him once more, hoping to capture his own sapphires as she forced a small smile to cross her lips. “I want you to know that no matter what you do, you can’t make everyone happy. And sometimes those ghosts of the past come back to haunt you.” She paused, making a small motion down to the “C” etched into her flesh. “This is from one of my ghosts.” She let her gaze linger down on the stone with a small sigh, her smile fading as she stared. “Everything will be okay, though. I promise.” Rexanna forced her gaze from the floor to look upon her own flesh and blood. Knowing that deep down it had to be okay. If for nothing else, for him.
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