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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 seemed forever ago that I had talked to Rhoa in the Dragon's Throat. After finding out from him that he was going to be a father I just needed some time to myself. I needed to mull over the feelings I'd started to develop for him that were so similar to what I'd felt for Dragomir. I needed to just squash it down because it was nothing but a silly crush. That was all. Just a stupid one sided crush. But even as I flew the short distance from the Throat to the other shore all I could feel was hurt and anger and confusion. All I could think about was that he was going to be a father, that he was going to have a child with a mare that he admitted to not loving. I felt terrible for her even though I didn't know her and I felt bad for the child and for myself.
I never expected that I would end up at the Threshold but I ended up there and I didn't even hesitate. I just marched over the border and out of Helova and left everything and everyone behind and I didn't even feel bad about it. After all how many times had I been left behind by my friends and family? And there was a small part of me that was hopeful that by leaving Helovia I would find Dragomir. It was a small, foolish part of myself that was also squashed down as I roamed around outside of the land that I had been born in.
I hadn't made any plans on coming back to Helovia, it just happened sort of like my leaving did.I didn't know how long I was gone and I didn't care to know because it didn't really matter. The only thing that really mattered to me was that I had finally done it. I had finally left Helovia and I had done it on my own. I didn't need Rhoa or Ivezho or even Ros to go with me. I took care of myself in unfamiliar lands and I had made it back. I just wasn't sure of what to do next. Go back to the Throat and check in with Cera and get back to making things? Go to the Falls and visit momma and Murtagh and Uncle Archi? Stay own my own and not worry about anyone else but myself?
A sigh slipped past my lips as I moved through the trees and I stopped thinking about it because I didn't know what to do. The easiest thing would be to just walk and let my legs (and fate) decide where I went, so that was what I did.
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I cover my face
so nobody can see
the tears that fall onto my cheeks
or the holes inside of me
05-03-2016, 09:53 PM (This post was last modified: 05-10-2016, 10:52 PM by Glacia.)
I was better. At least today, I wasn't under the shadow of utter depression and misery. Today I had taken some care to my own personal hygiene. I had bathed in the warm stream I had come across, and combed my mane in some branches I had seen. Appearance wasn't nearly as haggard. However, I still passed jutting hips and sucked rump where it had once been perfectly sculpted round, and smooth. Ribs where faintly outlined in my still shedding fur. I had lost weight in my lack of interest in the food I had. It wasn't good, for me neither Kvasir. Yet he was still strong.
Stronger than I was.
Soft breaths pushed from my nostrils as I pushed my son out of my mind. Today I would think of bringing another home. Home to the beautiful World's Edge, or not, but making a friend in the process.
As I made my way through the threshold, I passed few. Those I saw where surrounded by many others. I didn't have the strength for that just yet. Not so many creatures. Not ones that knew Rhoa. I preyed on those who where alone instead.
My patience led me to someone very alone. And quiet beautiful. She was only slightly smaller than I, with gold dashing brilliantly across her black body. She was so lovely. And I didn't know her, and she didn't know me. I put on my best smile (which was still so sad, it was pathetic.) and moved towards the beautiful hybrid mare. "Hello! Welcome to helovia. I'm Glacia of the World's Edge. I can help you if you wish it." My vocals are soft, grown into my woman body. Not naive as it once was. Sad however. It might never hold joy again. But it sounded void. Like I had a hard time trying anymore. Like I was still learning to live again. Tired as I felt, because I wasn't sure if I could learn again. But yet the blue eyes watched her red ones, trying anyways. Because I had to try. Even if it hurt and exhausted me.
The Threshold is a good place to overhear a few things that, hopefully, no one will be that mad about me hearing. Who talks about deep shit in a place like this? All I’ve ever heard are peoples’ names and pompous descriptions of herd values and assets, the occasional tearful “I’ve missed you!” or crossly demanded, “where have you been?!” breaking what would otherwise be a monotonous show. Besides, the trees are tall and broad, easy to slip behind, the approach of spring bringing life to the naked branches in small green splashes. The birds chirp, the deer rustle away with rabbits scurrying in the brush, a thousand small noises to cover my own across the silent, moss riddled ground. My nose and ears seek through the distraction of the wilderness, so green, so tempting in my youth (the urge to run burning strong through me), utilizing the amplified emotions I feel after the long breadth of this Frostfall and its breaking to fuel the eagerness with which I prowl.
So, it’s with some measure of surprise that one particular nearby scent draws me closer, to come to a shocked stand still in the shadow.
Is that… Glacia?
Why is she so thin?
The stranger with her is a pretty bauble in the blur of the background as I feel my eyes hone in on her, remembering her so clearly in my head as broadly pregnant. She had not been this shade of herself at all. A rarely felt concern folds my brows down as the delight of my game of Spy falls to shambles at the sight of her haggard pelt, once glistening like snow dusted obsidian, now limp and coarse, almost like the burlap satchel father had made me all those long seasons ago laying across her bones.
The shadow abandoned, I reveal myself, coming to stand alongside Glacia, all covered in the marks from my fight with Volterra, the most obvious being the thick, scabbed ridges of the wound on my right hip, where his dragon had clenched down with its insidious fangs. I wear these marks like badges, evident in the confident pace with which I enter the scene.
She said she’s from the World’s Edge just before I stepped out. Any other time, I’d ask if she’d seen my dad. All I can think right now is to ask her if she’s okay; the presence of the gold trimmed raven stills my womanly concern. I grew up with Glacia, and really owe her an apology if she’s had a dead kid or something (considering I had made fun of her for being pregnant in the first place), but I don’t know the hybrid at all. I’m not the sort of guy to go around sounding like some bleeding heart in front of strange women.
"Glacia," I greet with a nod, my tenor voice breaking ever so slightly. I gruffly clear my throat, tearing my glistening gaze from her to the stranger. I feel like I have seen her somewhere, but can’t quite place it. Maybe she’s not as new as she seems, I think.
"I’m Rikyn," I say, having lost all motivation to be the crafty master of disguises in the depressing state of the once bouncy girl next to me, "of no where, currently."
Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of humility;
searching your eyes for the saint is an act of futility.
05-16-2016, 01:53 PM (This post was last modified: 05-16-2016, 01:55 PM by Archibald.)
The king did not spend a great deal of time in the Threshold, but today he was glad he had decided to traverse the forest.
He found her.
His body moved quickly, canine eyes flashing images of the gold and black and crimson girl into his mind. Knees lifted and long legs extended, an earth-shaking canter carrying him forward. He moved with purpose, intention written in every bulge of his muscles. His cur appeared at his side, galloping alongside him with her salmon tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. Go they both pressed to each other, until suddenly they came to a stop. "Ranjiri." He spoke, his voice deep and thunderous as he stepped toward her, the trees parting for him and his power.
For a moment he paid no mind to the others in her presence, his golden eyes merely resting on her. She did not look like she should--she was thinner, wilder, solemn. His gaze narrowed, his chin lifting some. His face was hard, cold, chiseled handsomely from ice. To the strangers it could be intimidating--his size, his presence, his gaze--but Ranjiri would know him well enough to see the concern laced in the tightness of his jawline. Blinking, he nodded to her. Loretta's tail wagged some, curling up over her strong back. The Dauntless turned his head to greet the strangers as well, their bodies coming into his mind fully.
They were both smaller than he was--well, as everyone was that he had met in Helovia--thinner, weaker. He nodded to them each in turn, however, noticing the wildness that clung to their pelts. It was a sign of a vagabond's life. Archibald knew it well, and even though the speckled mare introduced herself as a World's Edge member, Archibald was smart enough to know that the forest would make sure their herd members did not look in such a way she did--it had been quite some time since this mare found solace within the mists. The other held some familiarity. Little did Archibald know that he was well acquainted with both of his parents. "I am Archibald the Dauntless, Czar of the Hidden Falls."
archibald & loretta
Ever since the day that I was made I've been deciding the end
And I was made of wood and stone and won't diminish or bend
So when the heavy hand of death is here to take me away
I'll be the solid grip of time, forever holding my stay
I knew that the Threshold was essentially a place for members from herds to hang out and wait for newcomers to wander through so they could take them home, so I wasn't surprised when that happened to me. The mare that showed up to try and tempt me to go with her was rather ragged in her appearance and very skinny. Usually you only saw someone that skinny during Frostfall when food was scarce. Seeing her like that now made me assume that she was sick and tempted me to say 'come to the Dragon's Throat with me, one of our physicians will fix you up, but when she said her name I could feel a lump in my throat.
"Glacia. Mauja's daughter."
"Oh... you're...." I didn't know what to say, suddenly coming face to face with the mare that had Rhoa's kid. "You're ... Rhoa...."told me all about you. I could see why Rhoa had bred with her, though. Even though she was too thin and looked ragged I could still see just how pretty she could be. Thankfully another unicorn showed, one that seemed to know Glacia as well. I hadn't seen or met him before, I definitely would have remembered if I had.
"I'm Ranjiri." I finally spoke because his introduction had knocked me out of the stupor Glacia had put me in. "Artisan of the Dragon's Throat."Sorry you wasted your time on trying to recruit me.
But there was someone else that showed up and when I saw him the breath rushed out of my lungs as though I'd been kicked in the chest. "Uncle Archi." I hadn't realized just how much I'd missed my family until he showed up and it made tears sting my eyes. At that point Uncle Archi had my full attention. It was almost as if there were no one else there, like I had completely forgotten about them. I ran to him and I practically threw myself against his chest. I mean come on, he's Uncle Archi, nothing can hurt him.
"."
I cover my face
so nobody can see
the tears that fall onto my cheeks
or the holes inside of me
As who I was registered to the unknown mare in front of me my smile faded. She was from here. She knew who I was, and I got the feeling she wasn't overly happy to meet me.
"Oh.. you're..."
I hadn't met the hybrid before, and for a moment I was puzzled as to how she had come to know my name.
"You're... Rhoa...
Oh. That was how. The name hits me like a brick, and my head lowered, trying to calm my frazzled nerves. Rhoa must have talked about me. Why? Why to her? Did she know? What did she know? Did she know everything? Did she know I lost one? Obviously she had to know something. Another fracture to the glass that was my already shattered heart. Stop.
Stop...
"Glacia,"
My blue eyes open and my head turns to find the voice that broke just that little bit saying my name. Rikyn. I know you. You mocked my pregnancy then, yet now you look at me with your worried eyes?
It's all to much. Rikyn introduces himself, but I don't really pay attention. I'm to withdrawn to possibly pay attention. It's all to much to handle, and I'm panicking. I felt foolish to think I could go out and do this, to handle being with the others. The worried looks, and the mentions of names of those I had let down.
One more arrives. He says the hybrids name, causing my ears to flick forward and to capture the information. Ranjiri. Her name was Ranjiri. What did she mean to Rhoa? I wonder, and I wish to ask, but my vocals refuse to work. Frozen. He introduces himself as Archibald the Dauntless, Czar of the hidden falls. Ranjiri knows him, and expresses her joy at seeing him. I watch for a moment. I feel awkward in such an exchange. Out of place, overstaying my welcome. I didn't know much she knew of Rhoa and I, nor did I want to now, or what they meant to each other, if anything. It would become clear in time. With a shaky breath I turn away, hesitating as I pass Rikyn. Should I tell him? Or at least invite him so that maybe I could try? Explain? Gently I nudge my muzzle at his shoulder. If I touched him I wasn't sure. It was an invitation to follow, if he wished of course, but other than that I nodded to the other two, and hurried on my way. I couldn't deal with the questions.
Ranjiri (the Artisan; I file her away in my list of important acquaintances, even manage a nod that makes my throat clench and stomach lean into itself) greets me after barely managing to hold it together after seeing Glacia, but it’s not pity that lines her face, that strikes her voice. It’s… pain? And it involves some person named Rhoa.
Any other time I’d smirk, and taunt, ‘so that’s his name, huh?’ A playful shoulder nudge, maybe. But one look at my childhood friend’s drawn expression and an earful of Ranjiri’s own sorrow make their way even through my dense sensibilities. Instead, my lips twitch ever so slightly – the only way I could feel tenser was if I suddenly farted, as loud as I’d ever farted in my life.
And that fart caught on fire.
As if it wasn’t already the most awkward Threshold gathering in the universe, a fourth arrival adds a big, black cherry to the top of it all. Archibald the Dauntless, Czar of the Hidden Falls, he announces (does that mean Midas is the Czar no more?). Even though he has no horn, I can’t help but like the cool, boss man demeanor of this guy, and nod with less emotional turmoil than I had to his winged niece (though I still don’t care much for it). His name rings with history lessons; he’s an opponent of the Aurora Basin, or had been at one point in his life. He’s a warrior, old blood, a man that even mother had been wary of when she’d gone waltzing up to the neighbor’s doors, her harlequin smiles all painted in place.
Uncle Archi, Ranjiri oozes, the emotional break that had swallowed her as I’d arrived completely vanishing for a new one.
I feel Glacia as she makes her leave, figuratively, and literally; her gentle touch to my shoulder draws my golden eyes away from the tearful reunion of the two strangers. She’s right. I have no place here, with these two, all happy and a family and shit.
A different tightness grabs me. It hurts, the way being lonely and not admitting it always does. I cover that emotional weakness by clearing my throat, making a graceful bob of my crown in farewell.
"I see you’ve no need for strangers, Ranjiri," I say with a smile, "though I do hope to meet with you again in the future."
A bow is given to the Czar, the prince in me knocking the outcast brigand over the head a few times to achieve this show of respect. I want to nod is all, but I shouldn’t shame my kin; the thought of mother’s face if I were to act like a classless shunt in front of the leader of the Falls almost makes me shiver.
"And an honor to meet you, Czar Archibald."
As you see, I have to deal with a girl…
Ugh.
I make my exit, a frown having swallowed my smiles the instant I was turned about to follow Glacia.
The strangers did not stick around long, and Archibald was glad for that. He did not have many intentions of trying to recruit them for his herd--what a bad king, Loretta mocked--though he did nod to each of them in turn as they left.
He only cared about Ranjiri. Seeing her face, when so recently he had seen her mother's, was a breath of fresh air that the Dauntless could not describe. The words fell from her lips like liquid gold--Uncle Archi--but the Czar had always partly felt this child his own. Midas had never been the father she deserved, and through his rank in the Grey and his standing in her adult life, inwardly Archibald claimed her as his daughter. This idea of his made even more sense when one looked at the pairing he and Ktulu took part in, declaring their love for another, and the way that Lakota seemed so cold at the Constrictor's return. Ktulu was his. Ranjiri was his. They would always be his just as Circe, Callisto, Reginald, Abraham and Macaria were and would be.
His broad neck arched and he coiled himself around her, letting her fall into his strong chest. He breathed his relief in her mane, resting his chin on the tangled white crest. "Jiji." He whispered, the shortened version of her name sounding sweet on his tongue, just the same taste as when he called Macaria, Mac. Archibald did not hesitate in sharing his thoughts with her, as they embraced, and he felt her muscles relax. "Come home with me."
archibald & loretta
Ever since the day that I was made I've been deciding the end
And I was made of wood and stone and won't diminish or bend
So when the heavy hand of death is here to take me away
I'll be the solid grip of time, forever holding my stay
There was nothing quite like being held by Uncle Archi. He was warm and strong and comfortable and always made me feel safe when he was around. I hadn't had that feeling of comfort and safety since I'd left Helovia and I wasn't too keen on giving it up too quickly. I sighed against Uncle Archi's neck. I probably would have stayed wrapped up in his embrace for longer if he hadn't spoken and asked me to go home with him. I knew the implications of it. Leave the Throat and join the Falls.
Leave the Dragon's Throat.
The Throat had been my home for ... forever since ... since before the Hidden Falls had become the Hidden Falls. I'd made friends there, Cera was there, Gaucho and Rhoa and Mesec, and so many others that I cared about. Could I just leave? What would they think? Would they be angry with me? Would I hurt their feelings?
But Momma was in the Falls. Momma and Uncle Archi and Murtagh and Lakota... And my dad was buried there. I pulled myself away from Uncle Archi and I stared at him, still wondering. "I..." I paused, frowning. "I don't know..." What was I supposed to say? I just needed to think about it and weigh my options, as ridiculous as that sounded. I mean my mom and my little brother were there. "I'll think about it." I finally said and that would have to do because I couldn't make a decision like that spur of the moment.
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I cover my face
so nobody can see
the tears that fall onto my cheeks
or the holes inside of me