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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.
Instinctively she knows her child is coming soon. The shifting in her belly, the ebb and flow of pain in her flanks, she has felt it all before. She keeps to the border, Ashamin's promise like a rolling bell echoing in her head. Nobody will stop her beloved from crossing the borders into their home to witness the birth of his child, and she will make it all the easier for him. She is Queen, and a birthing mother at that. A force of nature herself. She will tear this world apart if anyone even thinks of barring Ashamin entrance. Because she doesn't think she can do this alone a second time. Not with the weight of her worries contesting the abnormal weight in her womb. She wants to be a perfect mother but she is an imperfect soul. She wants to raise her children to be strong and capable, when she maintains those qualities only as an illusion herself. Her children have disappeared into the snow and ice, a marking of failure upon Hotaru's skin that she bears constantly. She doesn't want the same to happen to the child she will meet today.
Throughout the day the contractions grow stronger, and she sends Alice out into the evening with a message on her heels and a father to seek out. There are no real crevices to utilize just inside the borders, but a small cove of evergreens instead. The nettles rustle and crack as she gracelessly lowers herself to rest upon them. It reminds her of the place where Ashamin had finally captured her, hands tender on her battered heart. Maybe it will bring better luck to her children.
Her cheek touches the bed of pine, and she inhales the pleasant aroma. Closes her eyes and lets her body take hold.
It is an agonizing process. She is small, of delicate frame and breed, but her child is decidedly not. She laughs through her labored breaths, wondering hysterically where her child had inherited its genes. Her thoughts are her only company, Alice's absence a gaping hole in her soul that she tries to ignore. The relief of success is a rubber band snapping, like a wave passing over her to grant her momentary grace. Hotaru doesn't linger in the moment. She shoves her forelegs beneath her, turning and stretching and huffing, wanting to see her new child take its first breath.
For a moment she is blind to his appearance, the physical differences between she and him. She only sees a spotted body and - and -
He's her son.
She loves him, instantly and overwhelmingly. Even as her eyes move to notice the differences he is born with, that love does not waver. Possessive and unapologetic. But seriously, what the fuck? Ashamin what the fuck seriously. A deer? Did I just give birth to a fucking DEER?! But whatever panic she can muster is instantly killed when she feels the ripple of contractions a second time, insistent. Gritting her teeth against it she leans forward stubbornly to rasp her tongue across the slick sides of her son, paying careful attention to the soft nose and the ridges of his eyes. Scenting and sharing her breaths beneath the pine boughs, imprinting her love into him from the moment he's born.
But his sibling is insistent and demanding, righteously furious at the delay, and Hotaru's body can't deny the child any longer. Her sweat neck returns to the earth with a soft groan, and she gives herself over to the pull and push of life once more.
She fucking knew she was having twins.
When it's over, she barely has the energy to look. But if a mother would move mountains for her children, this would be a far easier feat. Needles stick to the sweat and foam of her skin as she levers herself back up to gaze upon the second child. A girl, this time. Same odd features and gangly body, but smaller than her brother. It hurts to bend and twist in order to clean her, but she does so regardless.
Pups? she hears distantly, like a warbling echo across the tundra. Her heart eases with a deep sigh. Alice has returned.
Pups is probably a stretch considering they don't even look like foals, she huffs fondly as she lunges tiredly to her hooves. Finally she can gaze upon them properly, big colorful eyes blinking at their surroundings. Her son had two thick horn buds sprouting from his muzzle, and her daughter had little white nubs between her ears. One like snow and obsidian, the other like acorns and seashells. Her lips kiss softly across their skin in light brushes, encouraging them even in her exhaustion. They are odd, they are different. But she loves them, and to hell with the rest of the world.
"Ru'in and Romina," she murmurs into their skin just as Alice arrives, a proud mother in her own right as her black nose pokes gently at gangly bodies, love pouring from her as surely as it does from Hotaru. Their eyes catch and Hotaru smiles.
When Alice arrived he knew why right away, and he spared no time. Lochan and Rakt rose and flanked him so that all three ran in unison towards the common, unifying love of Hotaru and their children. This was a new chapter. Whatever happened next, they would go into it together.
The evening was their time of comfort, when their eyes were sharpest and their senses were honed. The budding stars were lining the path to an old home and a new family. Perhaps he was seeing things, but Ashamin thought that Mriga's stars shone particularly bright on that special night. The dagger bearing its name, however, was still by the Blood Falls. This was a night for rejoicing, not war, and so all of its artifacts would be left behind.
When the Sentinels appeared before him he did not hesitate to run past them, and neither did his companions. Rakt leapt with grace and disregard--Lochan with care and delicate swiftness. Ashamin thundered, noise and pride following him where he went. He was going to see his family. He was going to see his love.
But luckily for him, she had heeded his words. She had heard him say that he would be there, that he would always be ready to meet at the border. She was not deep within the territory but in fact just at its edge, and so when Alice turned sharply towards a dense collection of pines Ashamin did the same. His heart was pounding and his hair flew behind him with the rushing of air. Lochan picked up speed, breaking through the trees before his bonded.
They were close.
Ashamin felt his magic unfolding from his heart as he sought out Hotaru's beating life, warm and delicate. Cold pebbles lost beneath the needles flew up and scraped his ankles, causing sparks to burst from them to mend. The last set of brush passed over his eyes and then he saw her, not alone but with two foals and on her feet.
Two children. Two children, and they were his. He rushed towards them and his companions circled with care, watching delicately over the new family. Ashamin saw his children, a bright mix of black, cream, and rosen shades. With every step closer he could make them out more clearly, see the unique curves of their oddly thin features. They looked, to be honest, in some ways more like his companions than he. And it was strange, to be sure, and it was not what he expected. But did he care? No. No, because they were his children, and she was his love. And he would always be there for this family he saw now. And they were his, and they were beautiful.
He heard their names, whispered with care and spoken with the utmost affection, and committed them to the memory of his heart. Warmth flooded him when he heard his and Hotaru's names in theirs, understood that she'd respected the tradition that flowed through his blood. He immediately reached out with his magic to listen to their hearts, and though Hotaru's seemed labored all were healthy. This was birdsong, the season of strong births, and he was glad that his children had been born into it.
"Ru," Ashamin murmured as he pressed his cheek to his lover's and let the burning blue glow of his marking shine onto her chest, "our children... Ru'in... Romina..." His voice caught in the rapture of new fatherhood, the understanding that this was the beginning of a new part of his life. He would never leave this family behind, did they know?
"You're beautiful," he said insistently and repeatedly to all of them, as he felt his heart be pulled from his chest and out into the world. His eyes were shut and his cheek travelling to greet his two children, the delicate fae and her mottled strongman of a brother, each looking like one of their two parents. His eyes were shut as the last sparks mended his pasterns and the first tears budded out from under his lids.
"I love you," he promised them all. "I will always be here with this love."
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The boy allows himself to be birthed. It is not an overwhelming enjoyable process - as it likewise is not for Hotaru - but he bears and endures it just the same. He has no alternatives, after all, and already Ru'in is not one to question that which he cannot change. Although he was vaguely aware of air on his skin and the way his body flopped unceremoniously onto the ground, expanding in a way that his previous positioning had never afforded (he was a massive baby, after all), his mind focused on only one fact.
gone.
Something was gone. His twin - although he didn't know the word of course - was not pressed against him. Ru'in's nostrils flared as he took in his first breath of disappointed frustration - one in a long line of them, to be sure - and moved. It was awkward and uncomfortable. Ru'in's tusks dug into the earth as his blocky skull pulled his lanky body forward and the boy inhaled a nose full of dust. A sneeze escaped him - an oddly deep sound for one so new to the world - but the mutated boy ignored it. A pale eye rolled back into his skull with the effort of lifting his head back up to peer towards the dark tunnel that he had just come through. It was there that he watched Romina enter the world, and despite the fact that he had never seen her before, he knew it was she.
his other half
Hunger pulled and expanded inside of himself, but the presence of another distracted him from this sensation. His peripheral vision could not see the cerndyr and his senses were far too overwhelmed to identify their new scents, but he did feel the touch of his father. The mutated boy grunted, already demonstrating his displeasure at physical affection, but it didn't occur to him to pin his ears or shy away. He hadn't learned such things yet. Instead, he continued his poor effort to move towards Romina, ignoring the words of love from his parents and their companions.
As would come to be clear in Ru'in's life, he had eyes only for her.
Something is wrong. The world she knows in half-consciousness is shifting, and she is alone. Abandoned. Her existence is defined by warmth and pressure, but the pressure at her side had always been a companion. A shared life. It's missing now and she's furious, little hooves thrashing in explicit disapproval. She will not be alone, and she will find the missing piece one way or another.
She has no choice in being thrust into the world, and it's uncomfortable. But here, at least, there is room. A barrage of information against new senses, a thousand flaring lights that distract and confuse. She searches blindly, a frustrated ball of uncoordinated limbs and bleating huffs. The light stings against her eyes, blurry shapes that clarify themselves far too slowly.
A deep, displeased sound slips beneath senseless words and the eager cacophony of strangers. But this heart, this heat, is familiar to her. Her legs do not cooperate with any sort of grace but she does an odd tilt-and-fall, seeking her beloved's flesh. Her pale nose snuffles curiously at this developing scent he will grow to own. Twin, her soul sings joyously, though it has no verbal word in her vernacular just yet. The missing piece settles happily into place and she is compliant once again, displeasure fading away into soft joy. As it will for the rest of her life, whenever he is by her side.
And he will stay there, he must, because the few moments spent without him are the only memories she has in that moment. And she does not desire a repeat performance.
Hunger gnaws at her belly, and she turns orange eyes to the hulking adult shapes around her, confused. A soft bleat warbles in her throat and she turns to tuck her face against her twin. He is the only solace she knows, so perhaps he will know the solution to the pang in her stomach. She will not move until he does. They'll surely figure this out together.
Voices and touched kiss against her skin and she turns her big ears towards them, a wavering, graceless satellite she has no control over yet. She recognizes that these creatures are important to her, feels instinctive stirring of affection or perhaps connection. The ties that bind. But she has no way of communicating with them, and her brother is a warm presence she's reluctant to abandon just yet. Even if it would mean standing and discovering, learning. Ru'in. The meaning of destruction, but he is her haven.
Romina, she is called. The name of her legacy. Her origin story.
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