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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.
Uumalah. Again and again the name of that horrid place pounds against my skull. A wave of nostalgia - bitter, sick nostalgia - overwhelms practically everything. Painted before me were the gruesome, nauseating scenes of the "pleasure" houses in the lands of sand.
I snorted. Pleasure for only one side of the party. So many mares were brought there against their will. Their ranks I had infiltrated more than once and the information I recovered? Disgusting. There were scenes engraved - broken eyes etched - into my memory that I could never forget. Never forgive.
The circumstances of how I ended up in these new lands so far away from those that were tinged with familiarity were still so mysterious. Portals? The very idea would have never received a second thought if I had not experienced that freakish vortex. But for now there were more pressing matters, more real concepts that I could grasp.
Once I had been lead out of the forest I had backtracked, albeit in the sky where the trees could not grab me, and found him. Korofi were unpredictable - I should know. Tracking was a skill I had honed over the years. Finding such a large brute had been relatively easy, his stench still fresh in my snout.
Low to the ground I flew, following his trail. I did not want to be seen. Not yet. Usually when I wanted to remain hidden it was easily but I was still careful. If he spotted me, if he knew someone was following him, the large stallion did not let it show. I prayed that my skills were as sharp as ever - I wished to keep the upper hand on this stallion whose mind seemed content on finding the best way to get upon a females back.
Eventually I found myself weaving through trees once more. (I missed my plateaus, I missed my deserts). Wings spread out as I hovered, scanning my surroundings. Ancient structures stood tall. In any other situation I would have wished to take a closer look but, for now, my eyes were focused on him.
His muscular structure, his tall form. Yes, I definitely examined it all - I mean.
Ugh. I was here for a reason. Swooping down, I launched myself at him. At the last second I stopped my dive, wings still beating as I asserted myself in front of him. "You spoke of someone from Uumalah. Tell me who."
ooc what is this post idek it sucks I'm so sorry they'll get better I hope
He left the Threshold, rather more put out than he expected to be by the golden-backed woman leaving with the golden-winged colt. He signed, dark beard swaying with his lumbering strides. His massive wings unfolded, shook, but then refolded. He would walk, giving his multicolored feathers a rest until he felt a pushing need to return to the skies.
But he was not like most Korofi men. Yes he loved women, and yes he enjoyed life’s luxuries. But his veins did not roar with bloodlust and battle. He did not need to show how much strength his great size wielded. In fact, the behemoth had oft avoided the battle training by his father. His sire’s blows had been hard, his yellow eyes cruel. He had preferred warm goats milk and silken cushions to buffets by his father’s wings.
Though, his large and heavy body could pack quite a blow to another— there were a few mares’ backs he had warmed that had already been spoken for by other stallions. And he had defended himself; but he had not stuck around to finish the duels. No, he found no glory nor release in completing battles. Only bruises, bites, and sore muscles.
And he preferred getting those things in much more pleasurable ways than battle.
His bearded head rose as he approached a crumbling building, stark white ears perking as his sharp gaze studied the structure. It was ancient to be sure, but the columns were of fine craftsmanship —
The soft whooshing of wings jerked his yellow eyes to the skies. They widened as he saw the dark tipped, pale wings and dark undercarriage with hooves diving towards him. He stuttered a few steps back, before the falling pegasus drew up and landed lightly and neatly before him. If only he could manage such athleticism— but no, his great form allowed only for soaring and hard landings.
Though the surprised shock was wiped away as recognition flared into his eyes, “Couldn’t stay away too long, skerpvrou?” A rough chuckle pushed out his dark lips. He studied her bright red muzzle and her pale eyes. But he wasn’t left long to admire, for she was throwing questions at him.
He cocked his head slightly pausing for a long moment as he carefully watched her face, “And what do I get in return for such information?” A playfully mischievous grin crossed his white face.
07-21-2016, 06:06 AM (This post was last modified: 07-21-2016, 06:06 AM by Mkali.)
Mkali
Hah! I wanted to snort at the surprise look on his handsome ugly maw but, alas, there was simply no time. The expression was like a flash of lightning, although naturally my keen eyes caught it, because within a matter of seconds it was gone. Still.. part of me was disappointed that he hadn't seen me following me, that he was so shocked by my sudden appearance. Aye, he was definitely not a warrior. His size may say one thing but his instincts were dull. Foals with him would be far too much of gamble if they inherited his foul, far too lax nature.
- Not as if I was truly contemplating it. It was simply a line of thought.
"Right. I simply couldn't resist your crude tongue, varke." Pale eyes narrowed in response as I dared to look him in the eye, dared to challenge him in a mini game of dominance. I'll admit that he's handsome - which I suppose I've already admitted - but his blood is far, far too weak to my liking.
His question made me pause or as some would say hesitate. I loathed that word: I much preferred calculating. This information was incredibly valuable to me. But was it valuable to sell my soul to this devilish bastard? That was the real question. "It depends on the quality of your information. Some Korofi are awfully misleading, acting as if they have the upper hoof when in reality they have nothing of interest. Proud fools who think their obvious information is high treasure." I watched the stallion closely for any clues, any tell-tale giveaways.
"With or without you I will eventually find the answer to my question." With my previous.. occupation you needed to know as much information if you wanted to survive: where the Dorobian troops would be, where the important heads were located, where the supply lines ran. If I wanted to know something, I had my way of finding out.
Granted my number of informants had been reset upon entering these lands. This vulture was the closest thing I had to a resource but I refused to let that shake my confidence. "Besides, you claimed yourself to be a gentleman. What sort of gentleman would require payment from someone in need of a simple answer?"
ooc agh don't ever apologize about how long it took when you had to wait 5ever for this tag@Graasvoel
Though the hulking stallion is no warrior and does not like to fight, he is by no means submissive. So his yellow and red eyes meet her challenging bright blue stare. His own stare was simple, strong, and anticipatory, though he was not striving to make her submit. ”I simply couldn’t resist your crude tongue, varke” His pale ears twitch at her harsh reply to his joking words, though a grin spreads further across his jaw. She was truly Korofi, not of Bahari but of the wilds and filled with the plateau’s fierce spirit.
And then her pause after his next question (proposition, truly) stretched for long, tense moments. His head cocked, as so much of his easy demeanor and words seemed lost on this fierce woman. And then she speaks, her words were skeptical and bordered on insulting, making his dark brows raise even further as his some humor began to melt out of his strongly featured face.
“With or without you, I will eventually find the answer to my question.” A humorless grin spread across his face as his great shoulders shrugged, tawny and rugged coat swaying with the gesture. “I am certain that a skerpvrou like yourself will find what she is looking for,” his grin grew marginally, “I only offer an easier way.”
And, despite initially attempting to recruit this woman for the Edge, this has turned into some sort of test of wills—though, truthfully, the giant man (after having grown up beneath the overpowering, imposing will of his father) was disinterested in such battles. They were tiring, and left the loser downtrodden and the winner victorious but lonely. And, to Gaal, that was no true victory at all.
Again, his head cocked and he grinned (though this time with humor), wings rustling and large feathers resettling as she questions his gentlemanly nature. “Even gentlemen must be paid, Mkali,” and he chuckled around her name as he awaited her reactions and decisions.