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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.
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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.
The ground groaned and broke beneath slate hooves, brittle fragments of stones and the crunch of branches echoing through the snow covered forest as the beast moved forward. The bones which littered his necklace jingled and clanked with the momentum, creating a harrowing song to those close enough to hear it. Crimson hued eyes observing the landscape before him in interest, watching for anything or anyone that may stumble into his path. He had travelled far from his primitive home, having lost sight of his brother along the way and too stubborn, too proud and too curious to double back and find him. Tormo would be fine, he was a warrior and he need not worry for the larger brute's safety.
Worry was not an emotion the behemoth was intimate with, it tasted bitter on his tongue and soured his mind.
His shaggy fur kept the cold at bay, insulating him from the steely nips and bites of frost and snow, though unable to do anything to stop the blanket and freckling of white that chosen to land on his ruddy and cream hide. New sounds and smells filled his nostrils and assaulted his eyes, everything was different, new, unusual. Wrong.
This land was wrong, it never crossed the brute's mind that he might've have been what was wrong in this place.
Lips pull back over protruding canines to reveal the predatory teeth within his maw as he reared, over feathered hooves slamming into a young tree to send it keeling over, forcing the earth to make room for him so he could fit through the dense growth to reach the frozen creek he spied beyond the row of dusted green. He muscled his way through with some effort, the much larger oaks refusing to yield to this timelost beast. Ganbataar managed in the end, his frame finally shoving it's way free and into the opening. Opening was a choice word, at least for him, for it may have been a comfortable clearing for those of smaller bodies and smaller girth as he.
He only stopped in his path toward the frozen water to shake his great body, in a futile attempt to scatter the bark and debris which had caught and tangled itself into the carpet of hair which coated his body. Leonine tail flicked then, haphazardly trying to finish the job to little result. Not that he particularly cared for his overall appearance, the warpaint and long braid that was his forelock were the most important. A symbol of his prowess, his mark as a successful warrior. Finally, he closed the small distance to what he had been seeking all along, sinking a great hoof through the ice so he may greedily drink the refreshing and cold waters beneath the glassy sheets. A satisfied growl rolling from his primitive vocals, glad to finally have something to drink after the long trek through the never ending forest.
"talk talk talk"
"the primordial cunning of a time lost era"
open to all, though I'm leaning between either the falls or the basin for this big floof.
She had nothing better to do at this point. She wasn't one to actively seek out people or to start conversation, but with Meria safe at home with her father, December she needed to take some time for herself and to relax. Doing so with her little ball of energy was pretty much impossible. Carl was with her this time, happy to be close to his bonded once again instead of with the painted princess that took joy in torturing his soul. He almost had a happy prance in his step, chocolate eyes alert as he made sure to keep an eye on their surroundings. It was a habit he had picked up when they had been gone for a year, and ever since they had gotten back it refused to stop. Her muzzle gently brushed upon her ashy fur, blowing air into it gently before continuing her leisurely pace deeper into the wooded depths of the threshold.
The ground began to shake beneath her hooves, eyes widening in surprise as she looked around, wondering just what the fuck was happening. To her left, a massive tree crashed to the ground. It had been a young one, just managing to lock in its roots, but it was still big enough for the ivory lass to know that whatever had knocked it down had tremendous strength. She didn't have to wait long for the mysterious creature to approach, and she could only stare up at him with utter surprise. He moved roughly, with little care for his surroundings, hyper focused on his destination. Hair covered nearly all of his dark body, war paint marked on his hide, a loose braid hanging from his mane and swaying with each movement he made. She swallowed, collecting her thoughts before watching him devour the stream as if he hadn't be nourished in weeks.
With his girth she highly doubted that was the case. Yet with patience and gentle footing, she waited until he had drank his fill before finally approaching, watching with those eyes of steel and finally speaking in he gruff tone,"Long journey?" She didn't have much to say after that, she could only wait for him to respond or promptly ignore him. Either way, as time passed and she continued to look over the behemoth with a foreign smell and scruffy silhouette, she began to question herself why in the name of the Gods did she want to bring him back to her home? Where little children played and small companions roamed. He looked like the type that could eat them for dinner. But on the flipside of this metaphorical coin, she also knew he would be an excellent asset to them.
His size and demeanor was intimidating, and the way in which he carried himself proved that he was far from weak. A half grown tree being flung to the side almost effortlessly was enough proof of that. Archibald would probably be pleased to have such a strong warrior in his ranks, someone that could patrol and let the Falls know that they meant business. Not that she cared much about her ruler's opinion, but knowing that in the back of her mind that she had earned their approval over something was enough ammo to give her hopes that her and her family might get a little more peace and quiet, and some leeway should something come up. Though these intentions were selfish, it was how she felt she needed to be with her two Czars. It was game with them, acting like she gave a shit about their existence and what they did, even though Midas was, and always be a better ruler than the two could ever be combined. They acted like fucking chickens with their heads cut off, trying to piece together a herd half broken by an unnecessary invasion and merging into it as if they had always been there. That way of thinking wouldn't go far.
Yet December was never one to get involved in politics, she was the one that sat on the sidelines and never went to the voting booths. She remained where she wanted and lived her life, tried to survive with what she had and not expecting anything from anyone in return. So long as she was left alone, she would leave others alone. She supposed it would be the same case with this man, if he wanted to be left alone she would let him be, and be on her way back to a family that caused her blood pressure to rise, but still gave her much more happiness than anything else could have. It was all a waiting game at this point, patiently waiting for a response from the gargantuan, all for her to play the tedious game of pleasant conversation in hopes that he'd actually give a shit about what she had to say.
The iced waters hit a pleasant spot within the leviathan, each mouthful replenished what he had spent trying to reach the end of this viridian labrynth of white, parched green and subdued browns. Nothing like the verdant forests, lush grasslands and colossal mountains of his home. Usual sounds, sights and smells had assaulted his ears, eyes and nostrils since he'd first strayed far enough away from Oro to notice that the world was much different than he had anticipated.
It had become clear that the creatures and giants which roamed his home had all but perished outside of it's cocooning walls. Protected as a cradle of primitive life and raw magic, as the world beyond their own had gone through the throes of growth and evolution. The few soft-bloods he had met along the way had been as terrified as they had been fascinated to see such a goliath, roaming free and undaunted to his destination. What had drawn such a relic from the past from the cave paintings on the fall to a real physical being to the lands beyond? That was something that Ganbataar had kept his lips sealed upon, and sent those that pried and tested the brute's patience galloping with a well placed snap and bone rattling bellow.
Thick braid bobbed on the waters surface as did his beard, crimson eyes remained transfixed upon the frosted rocks and wilted ferns at the other side of the creek until a strange voice reached his ears. Immediately the water ceased to flow and his massive neck curled so he could examine what exactly had spoken up. His face remained half submerged however, not so ready to relinquish his water supply just yet. Ganbataar appraised her silently, like a predator who had found it's next prey item. She is shorter than he, devoid of colour and lacking any defining tributes which would have associated her as one of his tribes people. This white mare is a soft-blood, supple and unblooded. His eyes eventually traveled to the creature beside her, what was that? Ears twitched and finally he raised his massive head from the water, long sabre's dripping precious droplets of water which gave them a sheen in the mottled light.
"Long." He affirmed, deciding that he would talk back to this mare. "Long way from Oro." His vocal chords are deep and rough like the edges of an uncut diamond, primitive in their approach and unabashed to let this soft-blood know that he is not used to speaking the common tongue. Thick tail flickered and coiled about his feathered feet and his head tilted to the side as he focused on the fluffy creature beside the shire mare. "Who you?" He finally asked after a drawn moment of silence as his eyes returned to the mare, breath exhaled as a loud snort.
Soon she had gotten his attention. His bulk shifted only slightly, and as he stared it seemed he would continue to drink while eyeing her down. That wasn't creepy at all or anything like that. She simply watched him, silent as she let him simply stare at her in that weird way of his, before soon he was lifting himself to his full height once again, this time managing to catch sight of his fangs. Woah. Just what did she get herself into? She took a half step back, suddenly guarded as she watched him with her eyes of steel. Carl flattened his ears upon his ashy skull when the behemoth looked at him, ready to take aim at his side only to have December warn him through their bond,Enough. He will kill you. The llama took a glance at her, staring hard wondering if she was being serious, only to find her refusing to take her gaze off of the newcomer. She didn't know what he would do yet, who he was or what his intentions were, and with this in mind she was cautious, still expressionless as always, but ready to strike or flee should the moment arise. Sensing this within his sister bonded the male thought for another brief moment, before snorting and turning away to ignore him;Stupid fat man.
Enough you.
His voice cut into her ears sharply, like sandpaper against the fine strands that protected the walls of the soft velvet, causing them to flick back momentarily, before resting forward once again. He was civil at this point, forward, obviously trying to be polite though he couldn't articulate very well. She let him speak of this "Oro", to stare her down before asking the main question she should have been expecting in the beginning. Blinking to take time to let the broken words sink in, she watched him with a calmness that most probably couldn't contain when there was a giant ass horse with fangs looming over you, before tossing her head and looking casually to the side with a calm response,"I am December. I live in the Hidden Falls. You must be far from Oro indeed as this is Helovia. Are you looking to stay or just passing through?" He didn't look to be the type to enjoy small talk, so why shouldn't she just get to the point? Would he appreciate the sentiment or find her to be annoying because she didn't take the time for the idiotic formalities.
Her tail was swishing leisurely behind her ivory rump, lashes fluttering over her dark eyes as she awaited a response. Their conversation would most likely be a slow one, filled with awkward language barriers and gruff, to the point responses that would bring them closer to the main conclusion of this entire encounter; would he remain here to wander aimlessly or would he follow December home. The ivory lass was perfectly content with either result, for it was only her job to try and bring people home, not to actually succeed. Now whether or not she was trying hard enough was not something the two Czars needed to know about. Snorting delicately, her gaze found itself looking to the night sky, finding the stars and feeling a sort of peace from them.
Despite her snow not being as present as she had wanted this year, she still embraced the chilly breeze happily, it causing a light shiver down her spine, but also a sliver of a smile to grace her smoky complexion. Whether or not the gargantuan would notice was something else entirely, but all that mattered to her in this moment was what she had the cold, and it was enough to soothe any stress she might have had earlier. Opening her eyes once the breeze passed she looked into those man's eyes calmly, with no fear as she asked him politely,"Who might you be? Besides a fanged giant meandering in the woods." Hopefully that wasn't something he would take too much offense to. If not, then December would just have to go with it... Yolo.
The brute's ears twitched upon his skull when the white mare took a step back, and his body readied to take a half-step forward in response, however he refrained. For all his primitive mannerisms and outward appearance, he was not an unintelligent stallion, incapable of stringing together thoughts and observations. She had been taken off guard by him, it seemed. The creature snorted after a moment of silence between the three of them, and Ganbataar focused on the furry being for another second before dismissing it. There were stranger things he had seen, after all, his homeland was filled with strange and unusual creatures, this long necked carpet was just a passing fancy.
She spoke and his scarlet orbs moved to meet her much darker grey ones, she gave her name and mentioned a place she hailed from and then named the land he was in. Indeed, he was a long way from home, the last place soft-bloods who had travelled to his lands had named had come and gone on his travels. This was uncharted territory, and the primordial stallion had no stories or passing tid bits to aid him, no direction to follow. His attention his pulled away from the pressing revelation when she brngs up a good point, is he going to stay in these lands? or is he merely a spirit passing through unknown lands to a better place? His hulking mass shifted in place as his tail flicked across the ground. Ganbataar had a choice to make, and he was not a horse that spent much of his time as the shamans did, pondering over questions and carefully pruning information. "Ganbataar stay in Helovia." He rumbled with a nod of his fanged head. "Want to see Hidden Falls."
It had dawned on him, in their broken and short exchange, that Helovia was going to be painfully absent of his mother tongue. So far from home, he doubted many would of heard of Oro, let alone have stepped upon it's lush grasslands and stood with all the great and primitive monsters which still roamed it. There would be many more broken and awkward speeches and talks that would happen within this Helovia, each one he would learn to better articulate himself.
December's joke doesn't go over his head, dark muzzle peels back as he lets out a boomed laugh which bounced off of the tree's and rattled through his deep chest, the bone necklace jingling a tune in time to the vibrations. "Fanged Giant is Ganbataar." He greeted finally, taking a step forward with his words. "December take fanged giant to see falls?"
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