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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.
I’d rather be your absinthe,
Than your cup of tea.
The job was simple enough. Rexanna and Lena were sent off to invite the other herd lands to the Festival. Of course, it was all really her own idea, she had even asked Lena personally to accompany her. So all that was left to do was to actually go out and invite everyone. The first trip had been long and venturous, filled with stories and Lena’s beautiful songs. They had chosen the Throat first, unknowing what kind of sadness and hardship loomed down in the depths of the sands. They started there before moving back up toward home, figuring that they could hit the Falls before completing the journey all the way home. It was easy, and Rexanna found it easy to talk to the Mender and was grateful for the distance from her children for such a job. It was exhausting, the twins. They were terrors and demanding so often, and it was even worse having their companions there as well. The Thief had been far too emotionally drained dealing with her children that the trip had been a welcome respite, able to sleep rather soundly (despite being in the open lands of Helovia) without the constant nagging worry of her children.
And so when they reached the Falls, Rexanna tilted her head to Lena with a curious gleam in her eyes. “Is this it?” She asked quietly, not knowing what the Falls really looked like. She hoped they stopped right at the border – the last thing she wanted to do was trespass when they were trying to invite the herd to a friendly gathering. They didn’t need to have the word enemy scratched across their back. A soft sigh passed her lips before she looked out over the lush and beautiful green lands. It was completely different from the Basin and what she had seen of the Edge, and it was serene to look at and listen to as the birds chirped overhead. The sun beat down softly through the trees, dappling their coats as she turned her exotic gaze to the forest and trees ahead of them. “Hello? We’re from the Aurora Basin! We’d like to speak with someone!” She called out, her voice different from Lena’s singsong tone. Instead, hers seemed to fall onto the ears like bells and chimes as it carried across the land. Hopefully they wouldn’t be upset for the disturbance.
They followed their clockwork pattern, whittling away the hours in pulsing crescendos and luminescent threads’ one minuet, spiraling along the waterways and riverbeds, coasting amidst the grasslands, a song, a sparkle, a lilt on the horizon. Each breath was a cloud of awareness brimming over her sentiments (because she knew where they were going, where each step hastened them, closer and closer), and she didn’t want the overwhelming munitions of dread, of apprehension, to clutter over her vibrant mind. The days spent within the threshold of the Falls had been consumed in anger, in hostility, in absolute, cold bitterness, and she was in no rush to revisit those treacherous moments beneath Ink’s sable stare (yet, if she listened close enough, the nymph was certain she could hear the rush of war from beyond the jungle thickets and massive canopies, where blood spread and howls echoed, where the reverberations of her aching companions could’ve been heard, even in the triumphant course of victory). So she said nothing as they drew closer, didn’t proffer the story, the tale, of how she’d been here once upon a time, stolen and absconded, foolish and inept, waiting for a chance, an opportunity, to come towards liberation. Instead, her eyes floated to Imogen, nodding briefly, bestowing the vision of a staunch, stalwart Mender and her proud, pale vixen (who still held their latest bundle of herbs, tucked and wrapped tightly in her maw), before proceeding alongside Rexanna.
Then she glanced to the treetops, the hidden wonders floating within lagoons and streams, amidst tapestries of verdant greenery, pondering over the walls she never saw, the enigmas she never traced, yielding only a fair smile towards their Thief. This would be the same as their latest venture (or perhaps not – the world proved to be bewildering, strange, and compulsive all at once), with invitations extended, with celebrations of constellations and auroras to be shared. “Yes,” she answered on a strong note, layered with valor, with power, with strength, even if her mind whirled in too many directions. She cast more ditties, more strains, more beautiful, elegant melodies beside Rexanna’s trumpeting call, and waited for the salutations.
09-03-2016, 11:01 AM (This post was last modified: 09-03-2016, 11:01 AM by Archibald.)
Archibald the Dauntless
Through the ages of time I've been known for my hate, but I'm a dealer of simple choices; for me it's never too late.
The tension between herds had been quiet since the successful invasion many seasons ago. Archibald was working on his kingdom as the other rulers worked on theirs. There was a semblance of peace--well, at least of neutrality. The battles the gods had brought united Helovia enough to protect their realm, and each herd had gone back to their corner to protect it in full. The Dauntless himself had been mulling over ways to protect this herd, enough even to ask the Earth God himself for his wisdom and advice. With this neutral, quiet time, Archibald was not surprised as he heard a voice on the wind, calling from the north. He was curious, however, and moved into an earth-shaking trot toward the call.
There was little alarm raised for the visitors from the Aurora Basin. They had found the border and stopped there, and for that Archibald was thankful. He made no move to hide or quiet his approach. Any who came to his borders should know well the force they were reckoning with, even if those visitors were on peaceful orders. Archibald was still a warlord, still the standing general, and still hell to fight. At his side his faithful malamute cantered, amber eyes focused on the newcomers. As they stepped into the full vision of the two women, they slowed their approach. Archibald moved to a walk and stopped a few horse lengths before the mares. He nodded to each of them, though his eyes rest on the bay for a moment. While the two had never talked in person or dealt with each other hand to hand, they had been around this world for years and Archibald at least knew her name and title. "Welcome to the Hidden Falls, Lena and--" Archibald left an opening in his sentence, eyes moving to the gold blanketed girl to fill in the blank. "I am Archibald, Czar here." He added in after what he felt was an appropriate pause. He was not sure if Lena had prepared the other girl for what they would encounter, and Archibald knew it to be tactful to introduce himself to strangers on diplomatic business even if they might already know who he was.
"What brings you south?" The Dauntless asked, eyes moving back to Lena.
It wasn't often that new comers came into the Falls. It wasn't often that anything ever happened in the Falls in fact, and so when it did, Isopia took notice. She wasn't called The Mountain that Knows for nothing. And conveniently her raven body made it all the easier for her to move unseen. Of course her herd had come to recognize her avian form for she took it often (and she retained her skull-like markings even as a bird), but outsiders wouldn't know her.
And that was just how she liked it.
Isopia (accompanied by Hubris), arrived just in time to hear Archibald introduce himself and inquire just what it was the two mares were doing here. Drawing her blackened wings against her body, Isopia glided up onto a tree branch. Her clawed feet wrapped around the bough easily enough. Hubris however had to take a higher and more substantial perch however. Intently the golden eyed raven leaned forward, keen to hear the answer to Archibald's question herself.
>>What we doing here?<< Hubris asked her silently, tilted his bronzey skull inquisitively. Listening. The demigoddess replied, not taking her eyes off of the two horned females below, lest she miss something. >>Eavesdropping<< Hubris countered, sounding almost sulky. However to this, the girl gave no response. He could call it what he liked. She was here to learn.
The raven girl shuffled her wings slightly but soundlessly, trying to make herself as small as possible without calling too much attention to herself.
I’d rather be your absinthe,
Than your cup of tea.
It wasn’t long before the strong tones from the Mender uttered confirmation to the Thief’s inquiry. She offered the bay mare a gentle smile before turning her attention onto the beautiful hues of greens and sounds of waterfalls from beyond the distance. Soon enough, the earth seemed to shudder beneath the hooves of the statue that appeared. He was large and Rexanna found herself comforted by the stance and size of the man – but she was naïve in that way. She had grown used to being around men of a larger size than her, and when he closed the distance but continued to stay a comfortable stance away, she offered him a brilliant smile. She dipped her head out of respect for the lead as he welcomed Lena, then left it open ended for her own input. “Rexanna,” the Thief slid in her name in the crack that Archibald had made for her. Then, he continued on to introduce himself, then asking of what they were doing there.
The Thief kept the smile on her face as she sought the gaze of the Czar. “We’re hosting a festival soon, to celebrate the change in seasons and the northern lights. We’ve come to invite all of the Falls to join us.” She began, leaving her phrasing a bit open ended for Lena to add in more should she like. Her gaze drifted from the Czar to the Mender and her companion who carried herbs gently wrapped in her maw. Returning her gaze back to Archibald, she waited patiently and rather contently as she listened to the sounds that reverberated from around them. “We’ve brought herbs from the North as well, for your herd.” She added in quietly, shifting her weight slightly and motioning toward Imogen with the smile sticking along her pale lips.
She comes to the call. Why? That’s a great question, and it keeps running through Syrena’s head. She can’t actually answer the question though. Tallsun is gone, finally, and the relief that comes with it is amazing. Excluding the squalls. Those can stop now. But at least there aren’t random fires breaking out everywhere, and the pools finally aren’t half mud. She could be content there, just hanging in the pools. But instead, she comes to the call. Again, why?
No clue.
On top of just not wanting to do things, she’s still bitter over her encounter with the Mountain that Knows. Chick was seriously worse that Syrena, which was saying something. The problem was they were too damn similar in some ways, and too damn different in all the rest, to have much of a conversation. So instead, Syrena would be building things for a living. Great. Thrilling. Though, that assumed the crafting ranks would even take her. With Brisa gone, she’s not really sure what’s happening there either.
At this rate, she’s going to have to move. Or just give up pretending she’s any good at this herd thing. Except, she’s here, and not many others are. Besides, she’s slightly too stubborn and determined to give up now. She could not go back to moping on the edge of the sea.
Archibald is already there, the Czar she thought was a figment of everyone’s imagination, because she’d been here for months and never seen him till now. Maybe he was waiting out Tallsun. She wouldn’t blame him. There are two other mares, and she stops just a bit behind her Czar and off to the side in time to catch the name Lena, which she doesn’t bother to remember, and a pause for the other’s name. Which honestly, worked just fine for her. Remembering names was far too much to ask. She’s here, she’s listening (mostly).
They keep talking, and she doesn’t say anything, though she does offer a general nod in their direction. To anyone else, it would look like she was politely trying not to interrupt. If you knew her, you’d know she just doesn’t want to talk, and doesn’t care if it’s rude or not. But the golden mare – Rexanna, apparently – says they are there to invite everyone to a festival. This does not seem exactly thrilling, but at the same time, nothing happens in the Falls, ever. It might be something to do. Her ears perk just slightly, starting to actually pay attention.
les words "chat chat"
Don't mind her - she's just uselessly loitering because that's all she's good at.
The trio didn’t preside alone for long; both herds had taken their calls with serenity and equilibrium, no threats, no warnings, no hackles raised. Seasons before, it would have been so different – glares and rows, growls and ultimatums, contracts and snarls exchanged. Lena found the peace much more to her liking, with the repose, with the tranquility tied neatly in place. How long it would last was beyond her measure of sentiments or thoughts – she had no ability to predict the future, but would aid it all the same, in the calm and care of her station. She smiled as the warlord neared, because she knew of him, his size, his stature, his status as the Dauntless, but had never spoken a word to him. He’d been amidst their realms in passing, likely conquering the same foes or battling the same demons, waging feuds and skirmishes across the vast plains. All they had to offer him now were herbs and proclamations, but the Songbird hoped he wouldn’t mind. Perhaps he too had grown tired of war.
“Thank you for greeting us, Archibald,” she declared with a bow, a modest dip of her crown, before returning back to her former position, smiling, cordial, always bearing an air of regality. Imogen bobbled into her senses briefly, for the fox had grown slightly restless as more gathered amidst them, some silent, some unknown, some slightly out of reach, and some apparent and quiet all the same. The Mender paid no heed. They intended to be known and recognized, seen amidst the jungles and vines, the leaves and moss. If they weren’t, then their sojourn would’ve been a colossal failure. Her ears flicked, her grin broadened, as she listened to the gilded Thief’s words, then adjusted her stance, landing her gaze upon the mare who’d joined them, inviting her into their whirlwind of summonings and festivities. “There will be an assortment of things to see and do, like fireworks, storytelling, fortunes, and games. We hope you’ll be able to attend.” Then, she coaxed Imogen further, towards the big, rugged stag, and the ivory kitsune dropped her herb bundle at his feet, waving her tails before returning to Lena’s side.
[Herb bundle includes: Arnica, chamomile, Labrador tea, and caribou moss.]
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