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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.
Her rosy grey sides had swollen to bursting point that she had been waddling around the Throat. Solid silver eyes gazed quietly up at the starts shimmering above her. She wondered quietly what Voleterra was doing tonight. His child was working it's way through her body. The contractions had started about fifteen minutes before. Pain gripped her side once more causing her teeth to snap together and her eyes to clench shut. A whimper of pain flew from her lunges as she slowly eased her bulk to the ground. "Fuck, you better be worth this sweetheart." She grumbled only slightly angrily to her squirming sides. At this point in her life she was just ready to get the damn kid out and swoon over it's adorable face.
She assumed the kid would look like it's black father. She imagined a dark pelt and fiery red eyes, along with a large white blaze coating it's beautiful little face. She focused on what she was sure would pop out of her while she struggled to push the babe into the world. Coated in sweat the antlered mare could not hold back the shrill squeal that burst from her tired mouth. She was sure to wake up someone as the sun rose above the horizon.
Weak and exaughsted the dancer lifted her heavy head silver eyes seeking the child she had worked so hard for. A beautiful babe lay by her legs lifting it's head for the first time. Bright eyes grew wide as she looked over a light dunskin and white pelt. His eyes were beautiful one as blue as the feathers in her antlers, and one scarlet like his father's. There was a skull marking in place of the place she had imagined, paired with bright blue teeth markings. His ribs, spine, and hips were lined in white picturing the bones beneath. She set to work cleaning him up while names rattled through her mind. "Astarot, you're name will be Astarot." She smiled warmly her heart seeming to be full for the first time in her life. Little did she know, it hadn't gone as smoothly as she thought. Once he was clean and dry she stood and watched her first foal as he tried to find his legs.
Everything had been dark and warm for as long as he could remember. He had heard a warm cooing voice more times than he could count. He had come to enjoy this place, but it was starting to get cramped. His long legs were growing closer and closer to his, well, everything. He had begun to stretch out, trying to expand the room he loved so much. Even has he moved and shifted it seemed to be growing smaller instead of larger. A frown touched his face as he felt constricted.
Just when he thought he would go insane, his senses were assaulted by well, everything. There was bright light, and smells, and sounds too. Squinting, scrunching his nose, and flattening his ears the colt struggled to lift his head. Blue and scarlet eyes fell upon another laying beside him. As colt's went he wasn't tiny, but not massive either; just average. The mare beside him looked huge, but she really wasn't that big. A gasp shook his small body before the air left just as quickly. Coughs and sneezes erupted from his tiny frame. Once his lunges where clear the newborn threw out his spindly legs. Concentrating hard he missed the antlered mare coming at him tongue primed. The first lick startled a squeal of surprise and frustration and surprise from his mouth. He hardly felt her licking him clean while he tried to figure out how in the hell he had made that noise.
Tiny brown ears quivered with excitement as he finally realized the horned lady had moved away. Quickly he tried to throw his legs out again and promptly managed to wack himself in the face. Another squeak of anger peeled from his light lips. Brow furrowed he tried more slowly to ease his stilts under his small frame. His lips turned up in a smile, not that he had any idea what that was. Shaking the colt finally found himself off the ground. Squealing happily he turned to look at his mother, and quickly found himself on the ground once more. Tiva smiled down at her baby and cooed gently, "Try again love." He tilted his skull marked head curiously before trying again once more.
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Tags/OOC;; @Tyrath@Sikeax and @Amara
Coming back to the Throat after such an adventure with his Pa, and oh what an adventure it had been! Wolves, Dragons, Magic and so much more! Tyrath could of only explained the following days as the most boring days in existence the second his petite hooves had dipped into the sands again. The sunlit sands were great and all, perfect to keep little hooves safe if little hooves couldn't talk carers into opening the Bridge for them.
So he had wandered around since then, looking for anyone or anything that might hold his attention. The caves in the crags had been a momentary thing of fun, as he over turned rocks and scoured for any hidden nooks and crannies within them that might lead him somewhere interesting, but the fun ended in disappointment and the death marked boy had left them sooner rather than later.
He had been wandering away from one of his recent hidey holes, found in his search around the caves when an all too family smell hit his small nose. It wrinkled immediately, the smell of ickyness and new baby. The smell he associated to when he had come into the world. Was there a new baby being born? That would be interesting, had it come from an egg like he had? Working himself into a long legged trot, Tyrath followed the gross smell with perked ears and a curious look glinting in his bloody eyes.
Well, he was right, it was a birth. Forever curious and too young to understand boundaries, he had bounded closer to the mare than many of the more adult horses would have out of respect. "Hey there miss." Unsure of how to properly greet her, he didn't quite understand personal space and privacy yet, so his hooves gave no pause as he stopped next to the mare. She was pretty! with eyes that were sort of like his, but not. They were white where he was crimson. The boy's attention was finally drawn to the Colt at her side, trying to stand and his heart immediately leapt.
He had a skull face just like him!
"He looks like me!" He exclaimed, not sure how to react, leonine tail swished at his hocks as he continued to peer at the newborn. Was his pa Volterra too? That would make them brothers, right? The idea of having a brother wasn't a bad idea in his head,it would mean he had someone in the sands to keep him company. Someone to go on adventures with him so he wasn't alone, and then pa and his carers couldn't tell him off. He didn't know if he was his brother though yet, so he forced his frame to still and turned his attention back to the colt's ma. "Is his pa my pa?"
One of these days - one of these days - one of the women he's stalking will bring his child into the world where she's supposed to.
That is - in a neutral land, under his watchful eye.
Of course, the leviathan understands the desire of a mare to give birth within the safety of her herd, but it does not make his attempt to be in his children's lives from a young age any easier. He follows his now-familiar path to the edge of the Dragon's Throat, again lamenting his lack of wings as he stares at the open expanse of sea between himself and his newest child.
Go, he commands his dragons, and they do.
He steals their eyes, and watches as they hunt down the antlered mare. She is in labour, and the red and gold search for the telltale signs of a new egg. They, like Volterra, now believe foals hatch from eggs, and as they circle they hum their surprise at the lack of such an item. Instead, their eyes focus on the small, wet body that spews, eggless, from the mare's thighs - back on the shore, Volterra winces. That is disgusting. An egg, at least, meant he didn't have to think about the unpleasant reality of where his children came out of. This...this is graphic, and surely rather painful. It is a wonder any mare lets him near her, knowing that this could be the consequence.
But now the dragons are looking at the newborn, and his mind is stolen from musing on the state of the poor woman's unmentionables. The foal has a skulled face, and is a colt - he makes strong sons, future kings, men who will father more children and expand Volterra's empire. He likes sons.
The dragons watch as Tyrath approaches - Volterra approves of his offspring bonding together, forming strong alliances that will last an eternity. The mare names the child Astarot, and the stallion files it away for the future. Is his pa my pa? asks Tyrath. Volterra prowls, frustrated, on the shore; his dragons cannot speak for him, cannot answer the question that only he is entitled to answer. This is a pivotal moment, as the colts realise they're brothers, and he's powerless to give the news as he would like. He is a caged animal, strutting along the edge of the land, muscles thrust out, ears pinned as he bemoans his lack of wings.
So he simply watches through the eyes of his companions, hoping that the meeting will transpire as he wishes it to. Both red and gold hum a greeting to the newborn, whilst they circle protectively overhead.
V O L T E R R A
ART: SKYLARK
Vol is dragonstalking again!
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
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