"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
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.
Go ahead, you're never going to take me - you can bend but you're never going to break me
Though the journey had wound its way through many days, Cera did not voice the complains and aches of his body. He was far more concerned with delivering Anzanie to the Throat safely, as he had promised. The Throat - once upon a time - had accepted visitors from other herds quite often, even diplomatically housing agents of their sister herd (the Edge, only furthering the irony of Anzanie's visit) for a season or more. Cera had grown up watching with wide eyes, hiding behind Midas' legs, peering out at these faces that seemed so unnatural beneath the light of the sun. In some ways he felt a deep nostalgia for the passage of time, the changes of the world and the herd he loved. Yet he understood the need and desire for cution. It seemed there was no such thing as innocence or friendship any longer, and though he mourned the loss of it, he embraced the clarity his own misery had awarded him. He would need it to better serve his herd.
Escorting Anzanie across the magical bridge had been an...adventure, to say the least. Cera had never had to do it before, though he trusted in the abilities of his key and the magic Gaucho had sacrificed so much for. While the Prince had never had reason to not trust his wings, he did not often associate with those who were born landbound. It bothered him at times, if only because he knew how much harder they had to work to prove themselves in the Throat - and he had been an uncle to one. His heart panged with the memory of lost Ryuu, but he tilted his head away from the other paint to hide the flicker of shadows in his eyes.
They were approaching the church skeleton, hooves sinking into the deep sand, Cera curling his wings inward to angle the chill of the wind off his scars. With a gentle smile he turned to face Anzanie, tail flickering idly as he motioned his muzzle towards the shaped holes in the structure where the glass was meant to be. "That's where the glass is supposed to be. I can help move it up there, but I'm not sure how your crafting magic works or what you require to utilize it. If there's anything I can do to help, just tell me," the golden boy assured, calm and cheerful as he motioned with one wing for her to step up to the structure and explore it on her own. Pride bloomed warm and familiar in his chest, awaiting her reaction to this elegant structure he and Maren had been working so hard on.
[OOC // This is probably one of the worst Cera posts I've ever written but I wanted to get this up for you!]
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Anzanie had followed him, the Dragon Throat's forger. She let herself in for the adventures that lay ahead, an Edger going into unknown territory. Crafters together as they wandered through the lands of Helovia with the biting winds of Frostfall still giving them nothing but the warmth of moving. It felt so strange to be going to the place where she thought she may have belonged had it not been for the Edge's sanctuary when she first arrived, with the talk of its sands and oasis, the world that was so reminiscent of her own. But now she was visiting it for real, as a consort and ambassador of her herd. The splashed princess weaved her way through the terraria behind Cera, keeping his own splashed winged figure close to her own.
She stepped over the bridge, as it was known, feeling the burning pride within her as she saw what lay before her. The talk of this home being similar to her native home of Irrespitine was true and it was magnificent, even in the cold rays of the sun that was regenerating back to Birdsong's warmth.
Soon they came to where she assumed was the place they wanted her crafting skills, and it caused her to dance about on her lithe pillars as her pretty skull opened up wide agog at its skeletal beauty. The sand was not warm but it was comforting after all the hard ground of the Edge but she felt too excited to think of this. She was here. Cera's smile curled over his skull and it brought the Glazier back to attention before he spoke. She could feel what appeared to be genuine warmth and greeting from him, a welcome was uncertain to have gotten from a supposedly hostile herd. But nonetheless her girlish ways got the better of her uncertainty and the relief washed over her before she squeaked back,
"It is a beautiful church, Cera, I can't wait to get started for you," she hesitated before speaking up once more, "You can probably tell I'm not strong so any help would be greatly appreciated." Her beautiful cranium smiled once more, the sparkle in her pale pools glistening as she thought hard about the process that was needing to unfold. Then once again she spoke in a less high-pitched voice, "It seems to me that the best way to do this is to craft the glass into the windows on the ground here before we move it into the framework, only then we must be careful not to shatter it when it gets mouled to the church frame, can we do this?" She needed to be certain that she was not goin to cock everything up, especially when so much of the World's Edge pride and reputation currently lay her daggers. What was she going to do if it went wrong?
[OOC: Omg I'd much rather a crappy post from me than the wait that I've made you endure! I'm so sorry it's been so long but I'll be a lot quicker soon! Just wondering, but before I put it in the next post, is the glass already there or are we assuming that they brought it with them?]
Go ahead, you're never going to take me - you can bend but you're never going to break me
They could have been siblings, standing aside one another in the shadow of the church's looming figure. They certainly appeared alike, the only difference the shade and frequency of their colors and the wings that lay folded delicately over Cera's ribs. They were like-minded crafters, artisans of creation. How odd that they belonged in such different realms, with different names attached to them, and yet paralleled each other so strongly. The world was small indeed.
The glass lay glimmering before them, large but shapeless. The finality of their forms would come with Anzanie's work and talent, and he had full faith in her despite her being a stranger to him. He was perhaps gullible in that way, but she seemed confident enough in her own abilities if she was the one chosen for the task.
"Thank you, it's been an amazing project," Cera rumbled with pleasure at the compliment. Perhaps she would speak of it to those she passed by, the beautiful towering church by the sea that he had helped create. "We have steel cables to lift the glass, and a frame to set it in. We'll reuse the metal for the structure once the glass is set." Cera didn't believe in waste after all.
With a broad smile and a rustle of his wings Cera grinned. "Yes we can!" Pale lips dipped towards the cables and rudimentary pulley they'd created, ready for Anzanie to shape the glass so he could move it into the small frame attached to the cables. With Anzanie pulling and Cera attaching the glass into place, it would be a challenging job but capable of being done by two bodies.
"Ready when you are," he assured with a small smile.
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The two splashed creatures stood side-by-side with their artistic caps on and it was a relief for Anzanie to just keep herself fixated on the duty she was doing to both her herd and her King. And here she was, finally becoming independent in a strange new land. Yet she enjoyed it, the heat evidently stronger here than in the Edge and the sand lapping at her daggers as she stood waiting for Cera's approval of her ideas.
He replied to the princess and Anzanie felt herself nod in a similar fashion, the genuine feeling she felt for this brute equal to her liking for the lands she found herself in. Cera continued to explain what they needed to do and Anzanie smiled as she wondered how she was able to fit the glass panels around the work that was currently being prepared, "If you're ready to help me with the positioning and ideas that your herd would like for the patterns and such, I'd be happy to get started and keep you from finishing your beautiful church?" Anzanie's pale pools flashed at him with an almost scared and innocent look as she waited for the approval of the handsome Forger of the Dragon's Throat. So much in common, yet so apart in boundaries and skillset.
And suddenly Anzanie was met with Cera's large smile spread across his pink velveteens, awaiting herself to move. She hesitated for a second, before stepping forward and awaiting further instruction, "We'll get started as soon as you describe the pattern you'd like, I can make anything for you, Cera." The splashed fae riprocated the same lovely smile whilst her daggers continued to sink further into the sand, a feeling that Anzanie welcomed like an approaching wave.
@Cera
[I do hope I haven't taken too long! Basically Anzanie just needs the patterns or images that the DT has for the church so you can have pretty stained-glass windows :D]
His muscles had hardened, his golden's had died down from their young blaze and formed into a different sort of fire; one of a boy turned man. His companion, a young black lion, Lazarus was fast asleep on his wide hips, his little black tail swinging as his purr reminded Miseal of his presence. He was completely overjoyed by the new addition to his life, his bonded was a shier creature, more timid in his doings, and Miseal supposed that it balanced his boldness, dulling the man's wildness just a bit.
The Sleuth returned home with his treasure, excited to show those who he had befriended here his newest addition. He too needed to talk to Gaucho about his findings with the outcast group and see the healers for his stiff and sore muscles, his constant spars to be the blame. There was much more to be done of course, especially a meeting with his new sleuth appointment and test stealths needed to be practiced, the beast was overwhelmed to say the least. There was more personal things that the striped needed to do as well, he wanted to see his daughter, oh how he ached to give her the cloak he had stolen for her and to show her the jade dragon he had too obtained. Beyond seeing his daughter, he most definitely wanted to see his Anzanie, but time and duties kept pushing the travel to the edge further and further back. So here he was, taking his sleepy companion and traveling to the church that he had helped build a lot of, wishing to offer his help instead of take care of himself. The Dragon's throat was always first in the chromed's mind.
Upon arriving, the beast's liquid strides stopped short, mouth dropping slightly open as his eyes instantly settled on the splashed mare, her beauty drawing his golden's to her and only her. Anzanie. With a bit more of a pep in his step, the massive stallion cascaded down from the dunes, nodding respect to Cera, the stallion who he had helped build churches with and who he had also engaged in a spar, the winged man was a great opponent and taught Miseal a lot about himself.
He stopped a little closer to Anzanie then respectably normal, but Miseal was indeed a man of jealousy and in the sights of the golden man, he would for sure make his connection with Anzanie known. He turned his head to Anzanie first offering her a smile, a deep longing for her touch alit in his eyes, but there was a time and place for that and even with all of his pain of missing the woman, he respected his boundaries and would aid the woman and man along with their church building. “Cera, how do you fare? I've come to help with the building, if you need such help.” He said politely, turning his head to the lion still asleep on his back, “This is Lazarus, I found him last night.” He said, eyes itching to turn and simply stare at Anzanie, but remaining cool and calm within the eyesight of another.
OCC: um so I wrote this so late it's so gross, but hey Mis is here! “Talk.”
Misael&&Anzanie
If the heavens ever did speak
she's the last true mouth piece
06-04-2016, 11:25 PM (This post was last modified: 06-04-2016, 11:28 PM by Cera.)
Cera
Go ahead, you're never going to take me - you can bend but you're never going to break me
The idea of stained glass had never crossed Cera's mind, though perhaps because Maren had never mentioned it and he had never known it was a possibility. But his eyes widened with delight at the presented prospect, even as he fumbled subconsciously for ideas. It could not fall upon his own personal tastes, the monument would likely outlive him. Something the Throat would - or at least should - embody forever. There were a few ideas toying at the edges of his brain, and with a warm smile he turned his verdant gaze to the glass at their hooves. It was such a pristine surface, a delicate craft unlike his resistant, tempered metal. But undoubtedly there were ways to wield it and strengthen it, a whole new world he would never be able to uncover. It was a saddening thought, but at least he could see it in action.
"The Blood Tree, if you could? With some sun rays? I'm not very visually artistic, I'll leave that in your hands," he laughed softly, shoulders hunching in a helpless gesture and a sheepish grin to accompany it. His craft was utilitarian in a lot of ways, embellishments were very difficult. Cera had no experience with what she was asking him to do.
Luckily - or perhaps unluckily considering Cera's enjoyment of having another crafter to converse with - the moment was broken by the arrival of another. Misael, he noted with a removed smile of confusion. His wing ached sharply in remembrance of being broken, a sin he could not easily forgive from a brother of the sands. A blow that should never have been struck in a simple spar, but Cera was willing to believe it was accidental. He embraced Misael's involvement with a polite smile, eager for another body to help with the construction. Though he did raise a brow at the odd, subtle posturing going on. There was no need for it, Cera was far more likely to make advances towards someone like Misael than his fairer companion. "I'm doing very well Misael, thank you. How are you?" Sincerity gleamed in the crevices of his too-pretty face, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Eyes drifted to the dark cat across Misael's hindquarters with a happy grin as the companion was introduced.
"He is very beautiful, congratulations." It made him long for Ilaria, who was awaiting him in the boughs of their tree. After the construction was complete, he and Anzanie would rest until she was ready to make the journey home. He would reunite with his sister soon. Soon. After the windows were put in.
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Cera seemed delighted with the idea of the stained glass windows, his body language seemingly in positivity to the idea that Anzanie had suggested and then decided he would give her the images that she required to create the little glass artworks for their church. The Blood Tree sounded familiar and she remembered its visuals as they had crossed it on their journey from the Edge, or at least she hoped that that was what it was. She dipped her cranium and smiled so sweetly to him, her voice high as she spoke, "Your wish is my command!" His laughter softened the tension that they must have felt to begin with, the two crafters in peaceful harmony. Anzanie laughed back at him, herself softening her muscles and just relaxing.
Within the busy melee of Cera and Anzanie's crafting/bonding, a certain someone had appeared. It was Misael. Even his scent caught Anzanie off guard but it was not hard to distinguish, after she had been laden with his scent when they had been so close. It felt like seasons ago, and for all the splashed fae knew it probably was. Yet here he was, in all his magnificence as he stepped up to the splashed pair standing by the church. Whilst she knew she had a job to do, her emotions were flying when she caught a glimpse of his multi-coloured tones rippling over the muscles. Was it fate that she had come here? But even her emotions were swinging from left to right, just like her pools over his bodice. He had not seen her since the birth of their Viserra, and even since then she had almost totally become independent of her mother. Anzanie was ashamed by the fact, but she had been a poor mother to her, all because of Misael. She felt abandoned.
And yet he had the audacity to come so close to her, with her bodices basically touching as she heard him address Cera like an old friend. What was he trying to prove? Anzanie's bodice tingled as she felt his warmth but she still pulled away slightly, trying to control herself. Misael beckoned to the creature, Lazarus, that had to be his bonded, but it was a lion and Anzanie stepped back slightly with a fearful look in her pools.
Even Cera seemed bemused for some reason, and Anzanie could not understand why. What had happened? It all but occurred to her that she was perhaps not quite so in tune with Misael as she may have thought, in fact, she felt like she barely knew him. And that is when Cera spoke up all polite and Anzanie felt like she had to do the same after her long bought of silence... "Misael... He is lovely, congratulations. It is nice to see you again, but what are you doing here?" Anzanie's pools stayed brick-like in their attempt to give nothing away, almost feeling like the girl who had been caught with her fingers in the sweet jar. Had she been flirting with Cera?
Perhaps the chromed needed a reality check on his social skills. With his arrival, he could sense emotions arise between each of the pairs, his vanity and jealousy quickly diminishing as he almost felt the blushes of embarrassment leak onto his features(thank god for his azure face.) He had been a foul to think that he could parade down here with his looming height and regal charms, it was rather inappropriate. He needed to speak with each of them--alone, having disgraced both of the splashed equines. It wasn't hard to tell that Anzanie hadn't forgotten of the time that stretched between their last meeting, her moving away from him was achingly noticed, but he had to be professional. He already felt awkward, out of place, unneeded, and although it was completely his own fault, his heart still clenched at the larger amount of air that separated him and the one in which he fought for.
So with a shake of his head, he backs away from Anzanie, allowing the woman her space, praying the Cera did not think of him as a foul(I mean here he was, dancing around the throat, forgetting his mistakes and his apologies that hadn't yet come.) Miseal still remembered the haunting chill of Cera's wing breaking in his teeth, the pure innocence of Miseal's intent, his mind had been so focused on winning that he had lost his own sense of mortality. At least Cera showed more maturity then Miseal had, his kind and sincere words keeping Miseal from hiding turning tail and fading away into the nothingness that his magic allowed. He owed the winged and if building windows was a way to help show his sorrow, so be it.
“Could be better.” He shrugged, eyes softening as he realizes that Cera is no threat, definitely not as much as Miseal was. Attention snapped to Anzanie as soon as words came from her mouth, perhaps it was a little too quick, but the soothing words(that he didn't deserve) he wished for were replaced with some much colder, the sweet syrups of her voice couldn't hide from the master of manipulation. Very little slipped past the ever-watching eyes of Miseal.
Choosing once again to remain collected, he smiles, “Lovely to see you as well, I have missed you so thank you. I have helped Cera and Maren build the church a few times before, I merely wished to aid in the wrapping up of it. Plus darling-it's my job to keep up with the visitors of the Dragon's Throat.” He says, trying his best to hide the passive aggressive tones of his voice, why would she question him? It's his home after all, his offense to her words isn't wrongly placed is it? Oh what a train wreck woman made man. He only wished to see those pale orbs melt into his own like they had before, not this stoic, unreachable way they were now.
OCC: omg so sorry he's such a sensitive cry baby “Talk.”
Misael&&Anzanie
If the heavens ever did speak
she's the last true mouth piece
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