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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.
07-16-2016, 11:28 PM (This post was last modified: 07-18-2016, 09:59 AM by Ru.)
Troubling thoughts conjured into troubled feelings. Injecting their poison, infecting her heart, driving the young one away to search for the mother she could no longer stand separated from. Things didn’t feel… right in the Dragon’s Throat. Nothing really did, with or without the luxury of a herd – it didn’t have a meaning in the end. She escaped Helovia, confused and dazed by her situation, however determined to find that which time and distance drove her further from that temporary resting place. Strange, how she could feel her body rejoice with respite in contrast to the internal twisting of her soul.
When she left she never looked back, not once, thinking she would never return. The thought of finding her people, at least, inspired hopeful dreams and wishes to motivate her forwards. One day at a time, flying one stroke at a time. The pursuit would be long and lengthy, and before she could truly realize, she had no more to take or spend in her pursuit. No amount of energy, any wise words or optimistic chimes of encouragement. Ru’s fire dulled, and with the last leg simmered from the lack of fuel; for she could not sustain herself out there any longer.
Not wanting to relive the hollow setting of the Dragon’s Throat, the pegasi retraced her steps back into Helovia’s open mouth. Passing the familiar sight of the Threshold, taking to the air, moved further on into the unknown. She needed to remind herself she was not safe in these lands. There was no point trying to please anyone, or seeking out help. She was on her own, and she would need to find shelter, food, water… a temporary place, a headquarters from which she could do her own exploring. Normally the thought would be liberating; she could become anything she wanted! She had the whole of Helovia to discover, once more, chewing back the memory of her family – swallowing the painful reality of their disappearance and probable deaths. It would pass, no?
With the sun to her back, she found little comfort in the sky. There was barely a draft, and the season made her skin sweat. It was nice, she was used to the scorching weather, but not immune to its effects. Ru’s mouth inevitably became dry, she smacked her lips and tilted her head down – searching for a source of water upon the earth’s surface.
Familiar lands appeared; a meadow she’d come across in the winter months. Recognizing the azure streams bellow, the youth drove down. Until her wings caught her descent, opening and holding the air underneath them, drifting smoothly for her legs to catch the earth. Slim limbs made their way to the edge of a creek. For now she disregarded the dry grass, and the shrunken rivers. Taking a quick look around, believing she was alone, the dunskin filly dipped her head and drank the cool liquids.
Her eyelids slid down, savoring the coolness and the particular earthy taste of the water.
Ru’s body shivered in delight. A rare however appreciative sense from the surrounding elements.
The trio had spent significantly more time in the thistle meadow since discovering the sweet taste of its plentiful grasses. Since Tallsun had dried up much of their food supplies (even some in the north) it was necessary that they always find more and rely on them for as long as they could. Still, the meadow may have been beautiful and bountiful but it had its downsides. The most obvious of these was that the trees were more scarce, and without them the Clovenheart and his companions were subjected to the full force of the sun. As nocturnal creatures, they were less pleased by the God's heat on their backs, and would have much preferred the cold comfort of the Moon.
Still, the sunshine did afford a certain... well, obviously lightness to the day that consequently affected all of their moods. Lochan had rested much as of late, and so even he was able to move about with a fair bit of energy. Thus, all three wove with ease through the grasses, and complained little of the lack of shadow to blanket them. Ashamin led the trio forth with his lips upturned, and his large ears swiveled to listen for movement about them. One thing that spending time in the thistle meadow did mean was practicing the instincts of prey, for the space was open and the shelter was scarce.
Because of his observant state of mind, Ashamin was not caught off guard by the young mare that flew down from the sky. She landed some ways off, perhaps not noticing the Clovenheart and his cerndyr as she flew over, and seemed to have settled by the same stream that the trio had chosen to follow. Rakt, not wanting to be ignored and not feeling particularly stealthy, let out a lowing call towards the mare before quickening his pace and urging his bonded brothers to move towards her. Given that Lochan and Ashamin saw no reason to not indulge the red cerndyr's rare social proclivity, they picked up their feet and did the same.
"Greetings, stranger!" Ashamin called out to the mare as he drew closer and began to slow. He crossed the stream without hesitation, relishing the cool water as it splashed up his fetlocks. "Would you mind if we kept you company?"
Tag @Ru! @Gemini is also interested in joining us, so I'm tagging her for interest.
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
All magic and force allowed, barring death and permanent injury.
Do not tag me, please message on skype instead
07-29-2016, 05:20 PM (This post was last modified: 07-29-2016, 05:23 PM by Ru.)
Although the quiet had lasted days – swept away by the currents of the winds, or the rush of trees as they swayed – bottled up in that single moment by the river. She savored it, for the sake of forgetting the last few months behind her. Ru’s moment of near silent contemplation shattered however, amidst the low thrown call. It was not a sound she recognized, despite its rather amiable roll. By instinct alone the youth’s ears stiffened up. She pulled her head away from the waters, and none too gracefully licked the wetness against her lips. Bright, determined eyes searching for the one who called out to her.
There was a few seconds fear gripped at her, struggling with the youth’s sense of daring for adventures – worn, and weary from the travels. With an ounce of relief, carelessly forgotten at the sight of the two elegant creatures, Ru considered the arriving trio as no threat to her. If all else failed, should destiny truly pair her against a violent foe, at least she could rely on her wings for safety.
Before the girl could truly make out the remarkable features of the cendyr, or the deer-like figure of the second animal, the equine at their epicenter drew her attention first.
It was his eyes that truly caught Ru off-guard. Devoid of light, almost, in dark pools that never ended. She uneasily shifted back, nodded in greetings – hesitant, as she offered a low trilling noise. Those wings beside her pulled in closer, as she dined to listen to the strange stallion’s words. Flicking her feathered tail, and passing glances between the trio, she finally shook her head – shrugging those wings passively.
She didn’t mind at all, was her initial thought. As long as we keep our distances. Her callousness waned, not entirely formed shifted and struggled with its resolve as she continued to take in the new stranger and his companions. It’d been too long without company, and she knew this yearning inside of her would not stop. It never had, and it rose within like a cold aching. And with that yearning, curiosity beckoned it closer. That’s when she realized she’d been staring too long at the hardened growth curling against his face. Quickly, she adverted her eyes down to the water, then to the red cendyr, and the dark charcoal one. She pointed to them by extending the bent portion of her wing to one, sweeping it to the other. A bright, curious whinny followed right after, as she tilted her head – and regained the initial distance she’d lost in those first few moments.
Though Ashamin was somewhat surprised to hear no words in response, he should not have been. The trill that the mare gave was bird like, and in many ways it did not seem out of place coming from her lips. She tucked her wings closer, shook her tail, and he noticed them, took in the excess of feathers covering her body like a protective cloak. Perhaps that was her nature, perhaps she was just shy; both were possibilities he would not question. When the mare said nothing, and gave only a noise that (to him) did not indicated dissatisfaction, Ashamin swallowed his confusion and nodded in respect.
What else was there to do? He turned back to face the stream but did not cross it, instead silently dipping his head to take a drink and relish the cool relief from Tallsun. Lochan accepted the mare's silence, but Rakt only fixed his gaze on her more intently. He might have been offended that now, when he at last was being friendly to an extent, he was met with a silence that he could only interpret as brusque. Vaguely, Ashamin waved his tail behind him and then set it along the red cerndyr's spine, urging him to not bother the mare.
With a huff, Rakt obeyed. Ashamin couldn't help but wonder if she would always stay that way, though, and if her quiet meant that she couldn't speak or didn't wish to. And what about him, was he also to stay silent? It had been some time since he had relished, or really even existed, in quiet. It was awkward for him, a stallion so skilled with words. Despite the water still dripping from his lips and tangling itself in his beard, Ashamin's mouth felt suddenly dry.
"Thank you," was all the painted buck said, rolling the words over more than he might usually. He supposed those words were as good as any to test and see if he'd receive any sort of response.
@Ru so sorry for the wait! Life happened all over the place.
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
All magic and force allowed, barring death and permanent injury.
Do not tag me, please message on skype instead
09-02-2016, 01:48 AM (This post was last modified: 09-02-2016, 01:51 AM by Ru.)
Usually the youth was apt to puncturing personal bubbles, to step forward and offer her nose to a shoulder in greetings. But over the course of her short stay in Helovia, she understood the variability that went along with such an action. There was no way, no reason to expect anyone else to understand the simplest of introductions. More so their reactions – the vague memory of Maren rolls into thought, but the memory is brief and unwanted. Ru had hoped she meant more to the odd mare than mere aquaintances, more than a body to fill the Throat, tossed and discarded among those who’d planted their roots within its folds generations ago.
Instead she watches for the stallion’s reaction – keeping a comfortable distance. Focusing in on any mannerisms she can pick up, assuming many things – holding on to none. His nod appears curt to her at first, far from the jovial beam of his entrance. Besides the subtle movements that she can discern, it is hard to place anything quite yet – given that they had only met seconds ago.
She pushes her thoughts for the creature that stares pins and needles within its gaze. Provoking the girl’s eyes to glimmer with an added, thoughtful shade – what were these things to this stallion? Why did they follow him?
Her ears pick up when the stranger’s voice hits the air. The response is strange, odd; thanking her for what? For accepting his company? Again, the girl tilts her head – far more pronounced than her previous gesture. For despite having pointed at the creatures with her wing in question, the stallion seems to have missed her previous gesture – perhaps mistaken it for something else. What may have been an expected prompt, leading, pressing in on the stallion to respond to her curiosity – she finds his gratitude out of place.
Without thinking a low coo exists the depths of her throat, and out into the air. Signs of the deformity that strangles her vocals, causes the low hum to crack gently now and then. But Ru hardly recognizes them, nodding back to the stranger in turn. With a deep inhale she is determined to ask him once more about the creatures at his side. It is a chirping noise that bites the air – exiting her maw. She lifts her right wing and points to Rakt, to the second creature, and lastly to the unicorn before a warble of sorts is pressed forward from her tongue. Exaggerating her head tilt.
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