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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.
this old world has brought me pain but there's hope for me again
I am not much of a wanderer, but I am glad that I have ventured into Helovia to find this place.
Light flickers atop the waters of the river, whose gentle waves have been stirred by the wind. The myriad leaves overhead turn the world beneath their shade a vague tint of green. Bushes filled with beautiful white flowers sprout nearby - hydrangea, I believe they are called - and I wonder if they will stay that color. In my homeland, hydrangea bushes were present in varying shades of pink and blue. I have not yet seen enough of this land to know if the same will hold true.
I stand in the shade of the Ancient Rotunda, the focal point of the area and the reason for my visit. Great marble pillars extend above me, holding a wrought iron design of vines and leaves in an arch at the top of the structure. Stained glass is fixed beautifully within the metal design, covering the stone floor of the rotunda in ever-shifting colors and shades. At every entrance, long, flowing drapes wave gently in the breeze, coaxing in weary travelers and curious adventurers alike. It is beautiful.
I am alone and at peace, something that could not be said for me at any other point of time since my arrival in Helovia. Birds sing happily in the branches overhead as the brook chuckles cheerfully alongside the structure in which I have taken shelter. Even the heat of Tallsun seems unable to permeate the area. I step outside, basking in the calm that surrounds me before I lower my head to graze.
The greenest part of the grass I carefully pull up at the roots and set aside, laying the offering at the base of a large willow tree. It seems like a fitting place to leave my tribute to the gods. Bowing my head, I pray. I pray for peace. I pray for happiness. I pray for courage. But most of all, I pray for the ability to be useful, to find a place in my herd and family where I can truly belong. With that done, I am free to eat in peace, and so I set about my lunch, carefully nudging each mouthful of grass twice before ingesting it.
@Leif, if you want, and anyone else is welcome! I would like this to move along fairly quickly - I want Persephone to discover her kitsune egg here! :3
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Please tag Persephone in all replies.
Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
Persephone always goes by the alias "Cora."
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Leif truly believed that as the days passed he would grow more acclimated to this new land he had found himself in, this land of Helovia. As those very days passed, however, the ivory stag began to wonder if it was true. For awhile he had remained in the Aurora Basin, satisfied with his coveted, protected surroundings, growing familiar to the nooks and crannies of the land and the many not-equines that lived there, remaining isolated from the Basin herd, always watching, studying, and learning how his new brothers and sisters worked. How they functioned, how they spoke, acted, desperately trying to familiarize himself with their odd mannerisms.
As an Elk, he knew nothing of the customs of horses. As Rexanna and Elspeth had stated, their males did not knock their antlers together in a form of rough-and-tumble greeting. Instead, supposedly, in this land, not-horses intimately brushed their muzzles together regardless of sex, breathing hot air within one another's nostrils. It was a foreign concept, but an intimate one that spoke of close relation, and Leif had no idea if he would ever be that comfortable in this mysterious land to do something like that to another.
A few days since his acceptance into the Aurora Basin herd had drifted by, and Leif had grown restless. Settling within a herd had done wonders to ease his uneasiness and anxiety, yes, soothing the feeling of constantly being hunted, but he was plagued with a yearning to explore Helovia, to see more of this mysterious land full of beautiful and unique not-horses and fellow exquisite wonders.
From the northern lands the white stag had ventured south, a proud, pale ghost amidst oddly placed normality, his steps cautious but graceful, blue-green eyes looking out for adversaries as well as soaking in every bit of knowledge that he could. What he stumbled upon, however, could not be placed into words.
Beautiful.
And it was. Breathtakingly so, that for a moment, the white Elk stood between a collection of white-flowered bushes, his equally white pelt standing out amidst the surprising amount of greenery, appreciating the beauty that he had happened across. Eight-tined head held high, large oval ears swiveling, the stag surveyed the place he had found with a silent, awed appreciation.
He had thought this land somewhat barren and dry amidst the hot summer sun, but this land, lush and abloom with flowers, leaves barring off the hot rays of the sun, was a grand, welcome exception. Nearby a creek could be heard churning against the earth, but what truly caught hold of the stag's blue-green eyes was an odd, stone formation. Pillars as thick as tree-trunks rose up out of a stone slab, gnarled bars of metal woven intimately together with a rainbow of glass held protectively in their metal grasp. How odd it was... How positively queer.
A flash of pastel, equal parts dark and bright snagged the Elk's attention and his head twisted, antlers snagging a few low-hanging branches. Leif's gaze landed upon yet another not-horse, and this oddly-colored woman, just like the few that he had met, were so intricately decorated and otherworldly beautiful. For a moment the Elk's eyes remained rooted on the pastel woman, appreciating her strange beauty from afar, taking note of the proud horn upon her feminine brow and wondering if she was a threat...
But she appeared calm. Peaceful. Equally as beautiful as the scenery that Leif found himself standing in, a pastel priestess amidst a summer's paradise.
"... Greetings, Miss," Leif dared to beckon, large ivory ears swiveled forward and at attention, his dished, handsome face expressing nothing but warm gentleness and innocence, "I apologize for intruding upon your afternoon meal." Vocals were deep and somewhat guttural, as usual, but tinged with royal eloquence. Here, he dipped his magnificent head in a nod towards the pastel not-horses' direction, unable to figure out how to go about properly greeting this woman. "My name is Leif. Could I persuade you to share this beautiful space?"
this old world has brought me pain but there's hope for me again
I am enjoying my meal, carefully tearing up blades of grass at the roots before dropping them to inspect them. It is a remnant of my days within the Rift, living at my father's beck and call - so often was I called upon to reanimate the dead that I cannot quite believe that the power did not follow me here. Each time I graze, I must test myself, make sure that what is dead will stay that way. The grass is an excellent subject, for it cannot rise against me if it were to come back to life. It cannot attack me, or anyone else, as my father's zombies were so wont to do. As always, with each touch, the grass remains limp and still; as always, I breathe a sigh of relief. My past cannot follow me here, cannot haunt me - and every day I pray that it will stay that way.
A rustle of leaves catches my attention and I raise my head, pausing with a mouthful of grass still between my teeth. Small shoots stick out the side of my mouth as I scan the area, the sunlight reflecting off of my pelt and shimmering through my glassy horn. From a small copse of trees across the way, I can see a brilliant white elk staring out at me. He is an impressive specimen, so unlike the smaller deer that wander throughout Helovia: he is tall and broad, with massive antlers that span far to either side of his head. For a moment, I think that he is just another animal passing through, no doubt as startled to see me as I him. But then he speaks with a low, gentle voice, and I blink with surprise. "Oh!" I exclaim softly before I can stop myself, amazed and intrigued (and perhaps a bit afraid) to be confronted by such unique company.
It takes me mere seconds to gather my thoughts and my surprise, smiling kindly at the stranger after swallowing the mouthful of grass. His horns scare me - they would be most painful if turned against me - but he does not seem threatening. Indeed, he has barely even approached me yet, choosing instead to ask permission first. The good manners surprise me in an entirely different way, encouraging me to gather my courage and beckon him closer with a quick swing of my horn. "Please do join me, good sir," I offer by way of invitation. "It is no interruption. I will be glad for the company." It is a bit of a white lie - I was perfectly content to graze alone - but his presence does not make me unhappy. Indeed, perhaps he will prove an interesting friend to have.
@Leif - wow, said I wanted this to move quickly then took forever and a day to respond. Good job self.
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Please tag Persephone in all replies.
Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
Persephone always goes by the alias "Cora."
Want to plot with Persephone? Visit her plot page here!
She took note of him with honest surprise, as they always did. Her head raises with a thoughtful pause, seeing him, the sight of him taking a moment to register as it always did... But she appears to not be put-off by his arrival or his abnormalities, instead swallowing her mouthful of breakfast and beckoning him to join. Her voice is feminine and pleasant to hear, vocals sweet and kindly, noble in their own way, and Leif can already tell that his council for company with her would not be misplaced.
A sincere and warm smile crossed his handsome face, blue-green eyes shining with obvious relief that he had not been cast away by this uniquely colored mistress. She twists her head, the jewel of her horn catching the speckled sunlight in a positively queer way that intrigued the white stag, but her words urge him closer and so closer he goes.
The bull Elk moves at a slow, leisurely pace, not wanting to intimidate, startle, nor upset this woman he found himself in company with. "Thank you, fair Doe. Your kindness most welcoming." As he advances, his head lifts, gaze wandering back towards the stone, iron, and glass structure with blatant curiosity. "... I am new to this land of Helovia, but never in all of my years of travel have I encountered a place like this. How peculiar and beautiful it is. Do you know the name of this place?"
If she did, he would do well to remember it, and more than likely pay it a return visit.
Settling close but not intruding upon her personal space, the white stag lowered his head and slowly lipped at a few rich, green blades of grass, pulling them up slowly and eating in almost a delicate manner. Politeness had been driven into his skull since birth, and in the company of a fine woman, Leif had no intentions on acting like a sullen, hulking brute... Not that he thought he ever could, if he wished to honor his mother's spirit.
Chewing thoughtfully, the white bull swallowed before lifting his head, gaze once more focusing on the pastel and striped woman. "... Forgive me if this is terribly bold of me to say, but I have met with a lot of beautiful individuals since my arrival, but never have I met such beauty as yours." It was not a flirtatious or lewd statement, merely that of a thoughtful observation, admiring and complimenting beauty where it was due. It was simply in his nature to admire and learn. "Are you from Helovia, miss?"
this old world has brought me pain but there's hope for me again
My smile seems to draw the brilliant stag closer, coaxing a smile to his unique face. I am entranced by both the beauty and the bulk of him; though we are of a height, he is wider and more muscular than I. If he were an equine stallion, I would no doubt be frightened, timid and afraid to be alone with him. But he is an elk, and there is something calming about him that leaves me curious rather than nervous. He walks slowly towards me, and I giggle softly when he calls me a doe. It is clearly meant to be a polite greeting, and though it strikes me as strange to be referred to in such a manner, I cannot say that it bothers me. In fact, I find the title rather pleasing, almost as though it is a special moniker that he has bestowed upon me and only me. It's rather silly of me, but it puts me even more at ease.
His words are slow and purposeful, as though he measures the worth of each one before allowing it to pass his lips. "I am fairly new to Helovia as well, kind sir," I admit softly, an almost sheepish smile upon my maw. "My herd-mates told me of this place. They called it the Ancient Rotunda, and promised me that it would be a masterpiece to behold." I paused, glancing about at the almost magical structure. Its many hues dance across the marbled floor, the metal work casting intricate shadows within. "They did not lie."
My attention returns to the stag, who has taken a polite mouthful of grass. I do the same, not wishing to be rude by watching him as he eats. The tuft of greenery cuts easily, and I set it down to nudge it (just to be sure, you never can tell with these things) before consuming it with a dainty swallow. The elk's voice catches my attention and I look to him, my head raising from its proximity to the ground. My head tilts to the side in almost puzzled consideration of his words. Again, a girlish, pleased giggle escapes me. "Oh, you are too kind!" I chide. "There are many Helovians who are prettier than I." Even as I denied the compliment, it warmed me to hear all the same.
"But no, I am not; I fell through the Rifts. It's... well, I suppose it's been many moons since, hasn't it?" I muse, almost to myself. How long has it been since I left my homeland, escaped my father's evil ways? "I was trying to leave my homeland, but I wasn't planning on ending up quite so far away." It is almost rueful, the way I speak of it; but in truth, I could not be happier to be out of my father's clutches, without the magic that he had abused so horribly. "I am happy here, though. It is not what I expected it to be, but I am pleased to have made a home within its borders. From what land do you hail, dear sir?"
@Leif - says I want this to move quickly, takes ten years to respond. A+ for me.
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Please tag Persephone in all replies.
Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
Persephone always goes by the alias "Cora."
Want to plot with Persephone? Visit her plot page here!