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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.
Death was not yet a concept that Vastra had learned about. She knew that things, family, sometimes left but the leaving was temporary (or so she believed). Everything else just existed and it was as plain as that for her. She had yet to experience the change in seasons - for here in the Throat, the hot Birdsong of her birth had merely given way to a drier, hotter Tallsun. There was no reason for her to believe that everything that surrounded her now would not always surround her, that things would remain as they were forever. She could go to the Blood Falls and visit the troll boy anytime or find the same strange creatures along the shore with Castor.
So when the filly found a set of bones for the first time, she wasn’t sure what to do. It had the vague shape of an animal - crumbled and fallen but animal-like nonetheless. There was a distinct bird beak on what looked like a head but the rest of the body was a mess.
Not knowing about death or skeletons, Vastra quickly assumed it was a new species of bird she had yet to see around the Throat. She had to admit that it was a particularly boring species, as all it did was lay around in the sun all day! She was convinced that it moved whenever she blinked or happened to look away but whatever she believed, the skeleton remained in the same spot.
The sun was getting closer and closer to the western horizon, the darkening sky providing some relief from the heat of the day, so Vastra grew bolder. Her pale red body blended in, she liked to think, a little bit with the sand and maybe she’d be able to get close enough to nudge this strange bone-bird and see it fly off. Her dark brown eyes were set with determination and she was circling it slowly - jumping whenever she heard a sound or whenever she thought she might have seen movement. Her circles gradually became smaller - the feathers of her small wings standing on-end as she grew closer and grew more excited at the opportunity to discover something new.
With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
Halluncations and hours unaccounted for had become the normal for the sultan. The immense and weighty heat of Tallsun had hidden the fact that more sweat than normal lined his muscular form - in this heat, he appeared just as sweaty as everyone else, but for those who knew him and knew the extent of his physical prowess, would know the telltale signs. Gaucho had lived on the sands all his life, and was he not dowsed in fire? The heat didn't bother him, and yet the lines of his body were darkened by sweat.
Drawn by another sleepless evening, the Wildfire roamed the Throat, looking to some as if he was patrolling; only his companions knew the tortured and disintegrating fragments of his mind, and knew enough to know that he was merely wandering.
There was a girl ahead, a filly. Her parents were...
In his mind a distant memory. He could see the two, but behind a fog. They were...they were...
She danced in a tight circle around a litter of bones, and Gaucho had to blink away the thought that this girl was perhaps a triplet of his - a third twin to Tae and Grusha. Then again Aelin and Hawke had been enthralled by bones and ..
was she one of his?
But no. The images behind the veil were clearly not a reflection of himself, nor or Ampere or Sohalia.
Shaking his antlered skull, the Wildfire approached. His small orangey-red pheonix glided forward, trilling brightly towards the child. Vorsa had always loved children. Mara, the more reserved, sat silently in Gaucho's antlers merely watching with her judging, black stare.
"This new rain dance?" The Sultan commented mildly, his voice a low rumble.
So intense was the filly’s focus on the bones that she did not see Gaucho’s approach. Her mind was buzzing, leafing through the images and knowledge of the birds she had observed so far here in the Throat and keeping an eye on this one. It wasn’t until some movement caught her attention that she finally clued in, but even then it was not in a simple ‘oh look I’m no longer alone’ way.
“Hale!!” The exclamation ripped from her small mouth as she startled from the sudden (to her) appearance of the flame-feathered bird before her. Vastra small down-covered wings flashed from her sides as she tried to keep herself upright when she stopped her pacing and stumbled backward into the sand, wondering if this bird had anything to do with the one on the ground, but her attention was grabbed again but another presence - this one considerably larger. Larger even than her mother! Her dark brown eyes widened in surprise as she took him in - from the antlers with the snake twined in his antlers, to the stripes on his shoulders, to the beautiful fire-bird that was with him.
He was more interesting than the bone creature, surely, but when he spoke it became clear that he was unfortunately not as quiet.
The question from the large creature earned a serious frown as Vastra scanned the skies around her. Clearly no rain was coming. “No.” She stated clearly before her dark eyes returned to the pile of bones for a long moment before suddenly being inspired by her company. She preferred to learn on her own but she would not chase away the chance to learn from someone else if it presented itself. So the frown cleared somewhat and she looked back up at him hopefully. “Do you know what type of bird?” These words were whispered as she motioned toward the bones, not daring to speak loudly lest it frighten off her quarry while she was distracted.
With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
The word sparked bright recognition in Gaucho's gaze, and a smile parted the dun's black lips. "M'ath!" Gaucho greeted, chuckling at her exclamation but appreciating the language that it was spoken in. As she directed her gaze to the bird - that was, the ring of bones - Gaucho's eyes likewise followed. His black ears perked forward and his blocky skull lowered. Somewhere he knew that this was not a child of his .. but the language, the bones? It was all so similar. And so, he afforded the fire-coloured filly the same patience and paternal amusement granted to his own blood.
"Dead kind." Gaucho grunted. He was no king of the dad jokes, but his answer made him chuckle to himself none the less. Mara groaned and Vorsa trilled with a condescending sort of amusement.
"If not rain dance, why dancing around bones?" He asked curiously, his steely gaze leaving the bones and rising to meet hers. Had it been Tae or Grusha here he wouldn't have had to ask. That idea triggered a thought .. had his twins left this thing here? Was this bait for something? Frowning, Gaucho considered this. It wasn't like them to leave bones out. If anything, they hid their treasures away. He'd even heard of Grusha mentioning a secret stash before. So no, this likely wasn't their doing.
And so his question stood: if this wasn't a rain dance, what was it that she was doing out here, when the sun was setting, prancing around a pile of bones? And why did the species of bird matter? Or was the girl merely curious?
The familiar word from the giant did wonders to further enchant the filly to him - not only did he have a fascinating image but he spoke her language as well! Perhaps he was related to her? An uncle? A brother? Or was this her long-lost father who was nothing but a hazy half-memory to her? She wished her mother was here so that she could ask.
She’s learn his name and ask later, perhaps, or as him herself when she wasn’t so distracted by the bird. His response to her question did not satisfy her curiosity at all - it only sparked more questions, especially when the fire-bird trilled soon after. Vastra’s small face returned to that natural, furrowed frown she often wore when she was trying to riddle out a problem. “What’s dead?” She repeated the new word, rolling it over on her tongue. It felt final.
The next question was fair and Vastra did not mind explaining to this new but familiar stranger. Her gaze flickered back to the bone-bird for a moment, still watching carefully for movement, as if more bodies around it might suddenly be the thing that got it moving. Resolutely, it remained in the sand, as inanimate as ever. So she looked back to the stranger. “I wanted to learn but not scare it. I was getting a little closer each time.” It made perfect sense to her and the simple way that she explained that made it clear that she expected it to make perfect sense to everyone. That had been her technique for many of the creatures she saw in the Throat - she had laid down in the sand for several hours observing some bearded dragons until they started to draw closer to her and she could get a better look. They almost always scattered when she moved, though, and the filly had yet to figure out a way to learn about the creatures of her home without frightening them off.
Or, on the rare occasion, being frightened off herself!
With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
What's dead?
Her question gave him pause. Hadn't he been asked that precise question recently? Or at least, one very close to it? But by who? The rose created from coloured glass suddenly weighed heavily just behind his ear as if trying to suggest an answer, but Gaucho's addled mind couldn't formulate it.
"Dead is gone from this world. Dead go to great plains in sky." He grunted with a knowing nod, casting his gaze upwards to where the sky was bleeding out in a plethora of reddish colours that would soon turn dark and starlit.
A small waft of silvery smoke poured from Gaucho's antler. It drifted downwards taking the form of an eagle. Gaucho was sure that the creature almost fully decomposed before them was not an eagle, but such was the form his creations normally took. The fire-bird hopped around the bones, not disturbing them per-se, for it would take more than mere fire alone to upset the little pile. "Bones no move on their own." Gaucho observed as the eagle continued to pass easily through them. But they could move, couldn't they? Someone here ... more than one someone in fact, could move bones. Who was it? A flash of blue and a lock of nearly white danced in front of his eyes, but the dun blinked it away. He was in no mood for the tricks of his mind.
He looked thoughtfully at the girl for a moment. Most children didn't have the patience to not scare things, for that took time and attention. That this child did was impressive to say the least, and he thought it rather endearing that she had laid up here watching this pile of bones, fearful that it might run away from her (then again if Grusha had been around, they very well might have).
“Oh.” The syllable slipped from her as she continued to frown at him, not finding his answer particularly satisfying - especially when she followed his gaze up to the sky and didn’t see any great plains up there. Her dark eyes squinted, trying to see if she could pick something up, but it was nothing but the evening sky as far as she could see. “Can they come back?” She asked more hopefully, bringing her attention back down to the ground and her company. The idea of there being great plains in the sky was one that intrigued the young filly and she was thinking about how she’d like to visit them. Maybe she could find the bird there and help it back! Or perhaps it was a migration. There were a lot of strange things in this world, but she supposed nothing quite as strange as…
Her thoughts cut themselves off when silvery smoke came from an antler and took the form of a flaming eagle. An awed gasp came from the filly as she watched it move toward the bones. “Athmovezar” she whispered the only word she knew for magic with no shortage of astonishment, though her young mouth jumbled the large word that was uncommon in her vocabulary. Magic wasn’t a daily occurrence in her life by any means, or not that she was aware of. This was the first time she had seen it up close. Seen a magician up close!
Of course, the flames that danced along his wings should have been a clue that she was in the presence of a magician, but she had been too distracted by the bones to notice it before.
Torn between wanting to volley a thousand questions about this magic and not being able to forget her original quest, Vastra stood in silence for a moment - unable to turn her gaze away from the fire-bird and the bones it was moving around.
With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
Her question only yielded a shrug from the warrior's blue-striped shoulders. Earlier in his life he might have said no, but recent events had changed that. After all .. hadn't ... who was it? The pale one .. the youngest? no .. she wasn't the youngest anymore .. she was .. viinattttti, Mara whispered into his mind, and the word seemed to fit. Yes, Vinati. She who could see ghosts and commune with them. If such a thing was possible, then perhaps similar magic could also call down those who had departed into the great plains, back into this world again. And so, Gaucho merely shrugged. "Ishis."
The dun chuckled at the girl's seemingly awe-struck whisper. Of whose loins could she have been birthed, such that magic was so ... what was the word? Synonyms swam before and in Gaucho's gaze and primitive mind, but none seemed right. Snorting, Gaucho shook his antlered skull slightly and nodded.
"Sun God give Gaucho much athmovezar. He give Gaucho antlers and companions too." Well, technically Gaucho found both Mara and Vorsa on his own, but as with every pious individual, he attributed his good fortune to his fiery deity.
As Gaucho's focus on his magic waned, the fiery construction began to dim and then flicker out - as a candle might when breath is applied to it. The dun didn't seem to have noticed. Instead he was peering down at the girl, still trying to swim through the fog that had descended upon his mind, to discern how it was that she seemed familiar. Who had taught her his native language, if she was not one of his? From where did she inherit her sandy colour, her primitive markings?
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