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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.
"Awoo, goes the wolf as 'e began the hunt, awoo! Any louder and ye will leave him with none!" Guttural deep tones bellowed from a long, thickly coated neck, antlers thrashing as the white stag tossed his head, pace set at a leisurely jog to match the tempo of his song. It was an old song, something he could remember his mother elegantly cooing to him in his ears as a calf to teach him the ways of the hunter, and the ways of the prey. Despite the years since his parent's murders, the song always came to him, as many did, and Leif was never one to stop a good song from being sung. It was an Elk's job, to sing. Why else would the Gods have given his species the ability to bugle so loudly?
"Hold fast, ye stag! Hold fast, ye doe! Thrash your head, to and fro!" For emphasis, Leif paused his motion and reared his front half up and off the earth before slamming cloven hooves back down, a smile upon his handsomely dished, elegant face as he ducked his head and thrashed his impressive eight-tines to and fro, just as the song instructed. "Awoo, goes the wolf as 'e avoids your tines, awoo! Hold fast, ye elk, one more time!"
It was late evening in the Aurora Basin, and Leif found himself enjoying his solitary company of none near the hot springs. The northern herdland was proving to ease his anxieties, the surrounding mountains looming like silent protectors, but he had yet to attempt to befriend any of the other not-horses that called this place home. Elspeth was a heavenly woman, all kindred kindness and soothing honesty, and Leif almost dared to consider her his first, and only, friend. Rexanna had been beautiful and warm in her welcoming, permitting him entrance into the Aurora Basin and going so far as to show him around, pointing out important landmarks that the white stag did well to remember.
It was his home, but... It had yet to feel like home. Perhaps, given more time, it would. For now, Leif simply focused on learning more about horse customs and kept his company, and his songs, to himself.
"Awoo, goes the wolf, calling his kin, awoo! 'Tis a warning ye might not get again!" Once more Leif continued his jog, legs snapping upwards only to smash down upon the earth in tempo with his deep, raspy vocals, lost wholly and completely within his song and dance, "Hark, ye elk! Fight o' flee! Flee o' fight! Hurry, disappear in the night!"
As the last of the deep sounds emanated from his throat, the alabaster Elk stood motionless and tilted his head up, a deep, loud, piercing sound escaping his maw as he ended the song in a hauntingly beautiful bugle. It echoed across the silent air and into the evening sky, and Leif inhaled deeply, proud of his simple song.
There is a voice crying in the bitter wind, a bugling voice that sings and crescendos with passion and perfected deliverance. Romina's large, soft ears swivel towards the sound, tiny body lifted high and leonine tail flicking like an angered feline. She is a child, and with that title comes the curse of curiosity. Romina was an adventurer, a vagabond, made for wandering and exploration. Someday she would rip her brother from this blasted frozen wasteland, and they would find their places in the world. They would find a place to set their stone and build an empire. But in the meantime, the agony of boredom and the enticement of something new and exciting was too drastic a dichotomy. It was a simplistic choice from that point of awareness.
Little heels kicked up, bounding across the snowy landscape with ease and height that no equine could hope to achieve. Large ears swiveled to try and pinpoint the voice as she neared it, errant hooves dancing across scorched earth in search of this familiar cousin of the songs she sings with her altered vocals. There's something old and familiar in the tone that sings, the words growing slowly clearer as she bounds across the dry, crackling grass, her cervine legs powerful and fast. The lyrics take shape in the hollows of her ears, a tale, a warning of wolves and swift death that is assuaged only by the valiant fight against it. She does not fear wolves as deeply or instinctively as she should, confusion like a miasma in her brain as she bounds ever closer, a shape taking form on the horizon. Alice is no real wolf, more hell than hound, but she resembles one strongly enough that Romina has only ever known wolves to be companionable. Protectors. And Mama often referred to the herd as a pack, terminology from Alice's brain slipping easily onto her tongue.
The song ends on a long, bugled note, and Romina can't help but slow and lift her own head to the sky, a soprano warble of her own. The contact call is the only one she knows, has heard it resonate in the forests where she wanders, though she cannot commune with the deer themselves. Skipping delightedly forward towards the massive, frozen shape, her wide orange eyes drink in every detail of this odd creature. He is like her but also not, same eyes and tri-toed legs. Romina knows he must be like her, for he had been speaking and singing. Thin fawn legs dance closer, fearless and curious as her horns blaze into colorful fire in her excitement. We're not alone, she can't help but think, already thinking about telling Ru'in about this. He would likely not find it as interesting as she, but Romina didn't mind. He loved and was devoted to her, he didn't need to find interest in this stranger even if she did.
"You're like me!" she gasps in breathless delight, long tail swaying excitedly behind her. The princess hesitates for a moment, face crumbling subtly. "Well...kind of." And if there's a bit of pain in the corners of her eyes, well. She didn't belong in any realm, and though her mutations had not cursed her as they had her brother, she would never have a place in any herd or in the wilds. She was a deer but not fully. She was a unicorn but not fully. Stuck somewhere in between, and for a moment she is bitterly hateful of this majestic creature, for being fully wild and untampered with, yet still capable of their language and societal structure. But there is nothing she can do as of yet, no way to change herself or steal from him the luck and blessings he has been given.
Instead she tries to focus on the thrill of the discovery, bounding in front of him in skips and hops of delight. "I'm Romina! What's your name?" Maybe he held the answers, maybe he understood the terrible feeling of not fitting in anywhere. Especially with his odd snowy coat. Maybe he could help her stop feeling so abnormal.
romina
the wild moon is shining
on the hunting wolves tonight
As his final note faded from the fresh air that surrounded him, disappearing into the evening sunset, another sound caused a large, soft oval ear to twist to the side. It was a warbled, bleating song, the familiar echo of his own kind meeting his ears, grasping hold of him in surprise. Inexperienced of a song as it still was, it was familiar, and beautiful. Blue-green orbs followed the sound, the song, the bull-Elk's elegantly shaped head turning to regard just who had joined him at the end of his bugle. Leif hadn't known that there were others. Elspeth and Rexanna's surprise at seeing him had led him to believe that there weren't, but clearly, he had been wrong...
It was a young calf, a young doe, spotted marks upon her rump as thin, elegant, three-toed feet carried her across the distance between them as a dancer might move across their stage. She was a nimble thing despite her age, quick and agile in a way that only their kind could be, but the longer that the Elk's gaze traveled upon this youngling, he came to realize that she wasn't full deer. There were noticeable features about her that was strictly horse, but Leif thought her charming all the same, and so offered her a masculine, but warm smile nonetheless.
He knew that if he had not met with Banjo in the Threshold, that he would be quite taken aback by the lovely calf in front of him.
'You're like me!' She stated, her childish tones full of breathlessness and genuine delight. 'Well... Kind of.' 'Kind of' was quite true. They shared similar attributes, but they were clearly not the same... Not completely, anyway. She went on, introducing herself as Romina, and his smile softened.
"Hark, Doe-Romina," Leif stated in greeting, briefly wondering how in the world he should go about physically greeting this lovely young lady. Elspeth had said to brush muzzles with their friends, like she had displayed with Rexanna, but... Leif did not know this young half-doe, and he didn't think that butting antlers with her would be such a good idea, either. How should one greet someone that they never met? "My name is Leif, and we are quite similar, aren't we?"
His expression softened and he shook the mighty tines upon his antlers. "It's so wonderful to see one of my own kind, even if we aren't completely alike. And one who knows of my songs!" Perhaps, if Romina could bugle like he could, Leif could pass on his knowledge of his songs, could pass on the songs that his very own mother had sung him, so that they would not die with him.
08-31-2016, 06:44 PM (This post was last modified: 08-31-2016, 06:44 PM by Romina.)
Whatever response Romina had anticipated is washed away like silt beneath the strong tide of his handsome, paternal smile. She feels as if the ground is shifting beneath her, starlight breaking overhead, because at last she has found someone who may not be exactly like her, but who understands. Someone other than Ru'in, who wouldn't dare to outwardly disagree with her regardless of the circumstances. The Banshee felt like a shriveled sponge, vying for information and wisdom that she could glean from the magnificent creature before her. She was lost, with no guide, in a world that was already cruel towards those of different blood and breed. Her parents had not made her this way, and she had no one else in the world like her but Ru'in. Until now, at least.
He greets her with odd words, quite alike her father in his gentlemanly eloquence. But she knows what doe means, and her heart skip-thumps eagerly in her chest. Oh what she would give to be a real doe sometimes! For she is too large with her equine lineage to be as truly graceful as the ones she would bound behind in the forest. Their beauty had stirred the first inklings of envy in the girl, prompting her to strive towards a pleasing physical aesthetic with careful grooming and posturing that she emulated from her mother. She enjoyed her differences too much to long for life as an equine, but had no qualms with desiring the wildness of the woods and her inspired blood.
At last he proffers his name, and she grins, faltering only when she can't recall the proper title for him. She takes a leap of faith on the faint memory of her mother's lessons. "Do I call you stag-Leif Or is it buck?" An innocent, eager questions as her sinuous tail sways eagerly behind her like an overly excited pup.
A flush of pleasure caresses her features in a shy smile as he compliments her song. "Ru'in does not like to sing, and nobody else can. I don't get to practice very much." Especially because Romina would not sing around those liable to mock her for the squawking she sometimes experienced when trying to test the limits of her voice. An ember of orange fire leaps into her gaze as an idea strikes her, low flames burning on her antlers in her excitement.
"Could you teach me? To sing like you?"
romina
the wild moon is shining
on the hunting wolves tonight