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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.
The time had come. The Festival was here, and Rexanna grew bright and excited for all that would happen. She had sent Kiada and Kianzo off toward the area the games were to be located, before turning her attention toward the large side of the Basin, where the mountains curved upward toward a little lift before jutting straight into the sky. It was a perfect place for the fireworks to be located – and as the sun set, the aurora had already begun to dance its brilliant colors across the sky. It was like a blanket that danced and twinkled in beautiful hues of greens, blues, and oranges. It felt like home, but she felt as though it were missing something. She waited for the others to arrive, all the ones she had met and given invites, and she hoped they would gather and enjoy the view as much as she did.
Yet, the Thief was still waiting for someone special. And for a moment there, she stood and looked out across the faces before turning her attention to the sky. At least for the moment, she knew that Tembovu had an idea of what her magic looked like – he would know where to find her. And so, as the light grew darker, she focused her magic and burst off one single firework. It dazzled and danced in reds and oranges, speckling down across the lake as the aurora grew stronger. A soft smile found her lips as she turned her attention to those gathering – hoping deep down that the event would be successful.
Marembo had been in the Thief’s cave, gathering a few things for her before he heard the burst of a firework. He immediately left what he was doing and began to patter across the Basin’s floor to search for his bonded. He always loved the fireworks, and he refused to miss them now that the gilded mare had more chances to do it than just one. It took him awhile to find her, but when he did, she had begun to step down from the pedestal, to try and mingle with the crowd that had showed up. There was a smile on her face as well as a tiny one on Marembo’s as he trailed behind her.
She is excited to finally see one of the other herd lands. She’s flown near them all, but she’s never been inside any of them. Or even over them. It seems a little rude to just go flying over lands that she doesn’t belong to, and probably wouldn’t go over well in the diplomatic sphere of running kingdoms either. She can only imagine that conversation, one that probably ends in her getting demoted for being stupid. Which really, she was raised as a princess, she knows exactly how diplomacy works.
So she’s always admired from afar, trying to imagine what the place looked like from the ground based on the little bits she could see from the common airspace. But today, as she leaves the cliffs of the Edge, taking to the sky to make the journey short and sweet to the Basin, she can feel herself growing giddy. Because she actually gets to see the Basin. Gets to meet some of the other residents and learn about Helovia outside the small little world she’s built for herself in the Edge.
Don’t get her wrong, she loves the Edge and everyone in it, but it’s always good to broaden your horizons. She lands on the edge of the Basin, though it takes her a minute to find the mountain pass that leads to the valley. Should could have flown, certainly, but she wants to experience this as much as she can. Slowly, she makes her way through the pass until she comes to a huge, horse-like machine. “Oh,” she breathes, still finding herself impressed and surprised by Helovia.
She keeps going, making her way into the Basin. The permafrost gives way to thick tundra grasses, and it’s not long before the aurora in the sky catches her attention. She stops in her tracks, just watching the way the lights float through the sky. She might have gotten lost in it all if a firework hadn’t pulled her attention back. A firework! She grins, continuing her trek toward the center of the herd, finally catching sight of a mare coming down from a naturally formed pedestal in the mountain. “Hello! she calls, her voice friendly and light, directed really toward any in the crowd and not just the gold and white mare. “I’m Lyanna, from the Edge,” she offers.
watch how i soar.
lyanna
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What an utter delight! The dark stag may have held his proud antlered rank in high pomp and style, but inside he was giddy with excitement. For one of the few times in his life he had said no to Thranduil, and gotten away with it. The dark stag slipped through the night air of his old home, letting the cold air tickle again at his growing winter coat, and his eyes reflected once more the silhouettes of the mountains. The Basin may not have been home for Thranduil, but it was for Haldir.
So imagine how delightful the stag was to hear they were returning, together. The moon eyes had sparked with joy and his limber legs paced ready to go. For so long they had been quiet, so long still and without being involved, but here they were going to the Basin Festival! Of course, there was the one hick-up. The gold had tried to insist that the stag remain near the gold, in the shadows, invisible. Oh, but as Haldir trotted boldly down to the gathering in the vale, he held his head high because he had said no. To be truthful though, he had regretted it. The gold alone in the Basin was not exactly the greatest idea, but the moods of the gold had been tiring, and the stag had decided he had earned a break. Whether his bonded let him go because he recognized that, or because he had other places to be anyway, Haldir decided he couldn’t care less. Not tonight. Tonight he was actually going to have fun.
Now he had the whole evening to actually enjoy himself for a change. And the first event started his night off with a bang! The moon eyes reflected with wonder as sparks lite up in the night sky. Even better, those were sparks he knew. The dark tail of the deer wagged as he began to slip through the crowd. Thranduil may not have wanted to be seen, but Haldir didn’t mind. As he came to the front of the gather he saw the one creature he wanted to see. A small polecat, on cream and gold thief. A bright face lifted on the stag’s face and as he trotted up, hoping to make this meeting a bit more playful. The stag ever had so few a friends, and Rexanna’s companion was one more he hoped to add to the list. Besides, what fun would tonight be if there wasn’t someone to share it with!
OOC:: Haldir walks around, and then goes to see Mar. =] He's welcome to be seen by any who recognize him.
Typi non.
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
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Her gaze flickered across the familiar horizon, no longer feeling the bewilderment she had the first few months she lived here. The lights were like a familiar blanket as it crossed the sky – covering her gilded pelt with beautiful hues of greens, pinks, and purples as it melded in with the navy coloring of the earth. She loved it here, with how beautiful it was. And it just seemed to reinforce the words she had given Thranduil of how despite the trauma they had experienced, that the world continued to spin. It was comforting, almost, seeing the world continue to shift and change despite things that made one feel life altering. Perhaps things weren’t as permanent as they seemed.
“Hello!” Her attention gets pulled away by an unfamiliar voice. Azure orbs slipped across the earth to land on a beautiful Pegasus in hues of ebony, ivory, and teal. Rexanna offered the mare a kind smile, crossing the gap between the two of them before Lyanna continued to speak. The Thief dipped her head to the woman in a more formal type of greeting. “Lyanna! It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Rexanna.” Her voice was soft and kind, honest. She waited a few moments to see if any of the others that had gathered were interested in the conversation before returning her gaze to the mare of the Edge. “Thank you for coming, I hope the trek from the Edge to here wasn’t too bad this Orangemoon.” It was partially a question – partially wondering if it had been easy to make it here and what had been taking Tembovu so long to appear. She was sure he was coming – he just had to.
Yet, the gilded mare’s attention slipped from her acquaintance as Marembo tugged at her mane. The polecat squeaked and writhed with excitement. Immediately her gaze found Haldir and her smile grew brighter. “Oh Haldir! Welcome.” She exclaimed, lowering her head to greet the cerndyr – in an act of greeting as well as allowing Marembo to slip from the Thief’s neck onto Haldir if he so wished. The polecat was far too excited about seeing his friend in a happier time, and Rexanna found it hard to contain the happiness that settled in her breast as she saw the herd come to life with the event. Part of her still wanted to ask the little cerndyr if Thranduil was around – but knew the better answer to that. He more than likely was here, slinking in the shadows, observing like he seemed to do. And she hoped that she might stumble across the Laurelin once again.
Though her attention returned to Lyanna, despite the traveling thoughts of Thranduil. She had guests here, to please and show them that the Basin wasn’t as terrible as they may have heard. “Are you enjoying the festival?” She asked gently, replacing the smile across her lips.
A band of Edge members had left their home for the Basin. Despite the colder temperatures, the welcome the Basin had offered was warm—much juxtaposed to the King’s first (and only) entrance into the frozen tundra. That had been a frenetic, furious dash blocked by their Lord and ended by the sight of his lover and their children.
He sighed, the warm breath clinging as a cloud around his pale muzzle. He could not deny the hum of apprehension that strung a taunt wire through his chest. What was a Festival for the Basin (and for all those who attended) was a pivotal fulcrum for the Elephant King.
He had stayed for much of the storytelling, Lena’s title appropriately given for her lilting voice had enraptured even his distracted mind for a time. But the snap and pop of bright oranges and red in the sky, dimming the Aurora lights for a moment before the fireworks faded into the blackness. But the fireworks would mean one thing: Rexanna.
He had risen abruptly from the storytelling, head dipping once in a brief recognition of his silent apology, before long limbs carried him powerfully along the lake’s edge, towards the source the sparks. Mbwene opted to say and hear the rest of Lena’s story.
A navy gaze glanced towards Lyanna, head briefly dipping in greeting, “Hello Lyanna, I hope you are enjoying the Basin,” his deep voice rumbled as he passed her, before moving towards Rexanna. She was speaking to a cerndyr (whose? though he spent no time on this question), instead his movements were direct and purposeful as he walked directly up to his heart’s siren.
He stopped in alongside her, his head slipping over her withers, muzzle tracing her neck up to her jaw while his neck pulled her to his chest. He was silent for a few long moments, as if touching her could somehow him the answer he sought. “Rexanna,” his voice was low, but quiet, as finally spoke, slowly disentangling himself from her and began to drift away from those gathered. He did not want an audience for their conversation.
You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this
long and lonely road to hell
the throne must be such a sad and lonely place
The public eye was a disturbing place for his nefarious soul, but he couldn’t hide from its rattling chains or sneering smirks. Even when his deepest desires were only to flee towards isolation, down into the crypts and catacombs of an unknown cavern, his throne, his proclamations, his demands, and his fortitude to become something other than an ominous statue forced him back into his own personal hell. The Reaper watched from the sidelines, a twisting piece of ferocity clinging to the shadowed pine, glancing, studying, scrutinizing individuals he’d never known, he’d never seen, as they wandered into his denizen, into his sanctuary, and wondered what they would do, would see, would feel from the icy regions. Another portion of him, the one built on ferocity, on savagery, on the sinister aspects of demonic contortions, pondered if they were here to skulk and examine, if they would one day launch an attack on his people, or if they intended to assault them, here and now, before he could reach their flesh and flay them alive. He wandered closer on the last set of sentiments, eyes narrowed, incapable of closing off the way the earth died beneath him, the way his movements always seemed somewhat sinister, ghastly, dangerous, and treacherous, the way he stalked the grounds as if rooted to its very essence – all ice, all munitions, all callous, unholy disregard.
He listened too, moving his ears in various directions as greetings were called, as strangers were given names, as familiar companions flickered back into the horizon lights (and briefly, just briefly, he noted Haldir and raised his head to stare across the glacial plain, looking for Thranduil’s gilded hide), and as Tembovu wrapped himself around their Thief. The immediate will to leave was present – because he didn’t belong in the company of strangers, because he only cherished the brimstone, the ash, the soot of distortion and destruction, because he was a menace that few ever looked upon without disdain or discomfort. But the monster’s hooves refused to budge, and he wanted to laugh at the absurdity, wanted to ask his father if this was what he was supposed to be doing, wanted to cower and bow against the onslaught of the unknown and its bitter, rancorous taste. He did none of those things, and instead, settled beneath the flames and the bright hues, knowing full well he couldn’t embrace their heavenly auras or the dazzling sights, understanding his worth was in immorality and not in charitable functions (but somewhere, he hoped, someone was proud of him, for continuing, for trying, when he was so out of his element). “Welcome to the Basin,” his voice echoed amidst the throng, the song and dance he didn’t know the words or steps to. The deep, piercing slate of his stare wandered from occupant to occupant again, before rendering his necessary proclamations. “We recently held a recruiting contest in attempts to encourage others to join our herd.” The heathen paused again, trying to find the particular figure he needed from the hollows of strangers, but his gaze flickered back to the gilded form of her mother instead, a brow arched, a slight smile coiled in congratulations. “Our winner is Kiada, who should be honored for her attempts within the Threshold.”
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The booming voice of Deimos rang out overhead, distracting the already distracted child. Seeking out her brother, coming up empty, telling her parents in a frenzy and they merely wanted her to lay beside them? She snorted to her parents, turning her ink dipped head up to her current King – the one that truly rang power over the child. Her brows knitted together, Khairi squawking a bit to capture attention toward the ebony stone statue that ruled over the lands. Quickly, her gaze danced around the crowd hoping to find that solitude mirrored face of her own. A soft sigh slipped past her lips, shaking her head and pushing back the tears that threatened to fall at the outcome of missing a piece of her soul.
“We recently held a recruiting contest in attempts to encourage others to join our herd.” Snow rimmed ears tipped forward, listening and sniffling back the burning sensation in her throat as she listened, remembering the competitive streak that filled her mind after the herd meeting where the King had suggested it. She listened quietly, almost anxiously, wondering if her efforts had been noticed despite not bringing anyone back home to live with them. Her gaze flickered down briefly, trailing across the reflected stone upon her home.
“Our winner is Kiada.” Khairi chirped to her, pressing the side of his face into her neck as if it would help soothe the troublesome event of her brother missing out on this. Her head lifted up, flames flickering from elephants into birds lifting into the sky. Surprise laced her every movement. She looked back toward her mother and father, knowing that she had won the contest and the fact that they might have disapproved of her adventures should now be lost as they looked upon a champion. The sadness still welled in her chest, but she did her best to suppress it – sniffling slightly as she moved from beyond the group of her parents intertwined. Kiada followed the slight trail the Reaper had made, offering him a small sad smile across her pink splotched lips as she bowed to him. “Thank you.” Her voice was quiet, but rang strong amid the shakiness she felt in her composure.
"Talk."
The mare she finds is pleasant, her smile bright. The mare is beautiful, and Lyanna can’t help but admire the jewelry that adorns her as well. There’s a slight pang at that, remembering her old life, all the jewels that used to adorn her own black coat. She didn’t necessarily miss the jewels – she loved her simply ruby necklace that she’d gotten here – but she missed the family that came with the jewels. Life here was so different, and she loved it, certainly. But she would always miss her family. Though she found that the pang of remembering them was less painful now than it had been a year ago. That in some ways, the memories of them were becoming pleasant and nostalgic, rather than simply a weight to bear.
The golden mare mentions the trek, and Lyanna grins slightly, spreading her tri-colored wings from her side just a bit. “I admit, I’m something of a cheater when it comes to that.” She’d flown the bulk of the way, only landing outside the border. It did seem polite not to come dive-bombing into someone else’s herd, invited or not. She tucks her wings back to her side, not needing them now. Before she has time to think of something else to say, a polecat slips into the group. One that Rexanna seems to know, and Lyanna smiles at that as well. Companions still fascinate her. Particularly when they go wandering off without their bonded.
She watches the two interact for a moment before Rexanna speaks up again. Lyanna’s smile brightens just a bit, making it obvious her next words are genuine. “Oh, I really am. I haven’t seen any of the other herdlands yet. This place is beautiful, and I admit, it’s nice to see something new.” She still loves exploring, and she leaves the Edge when she has time. But she’s traversed most of Helovia at this point. Not quite all, but enough to feel like she knows the place well. But the other herdlands are still a mystery to her, and it’s nice to put a picture to at least one more of them. “This really was a lovely idea.”
Another joins – one she recognizes easily. She nods to her King with a smile. “Tembovu.” she says in greeting, her words formal and polite as always with a slight level of familiarity. An old habit from diplomatic visits as a Princess. Some things never change. “I am,” she says, agreeing that she is enjoying the Basin. It’s not the Edge, but it’s beautiful. He moves past her to Rexanna though, making their relationship rather obvious. Apparently he is not trying to be subtle, not that she sees why he has any reason to be either.
More show, and she’s glad for the distraction, because staying with Rexanna and Tembovu is clearly no longer an option. She doesn’t know who speaks of a recruiting contest, but she assumes he is one of the leads here. His commanding voice, and announcement makes her guess it’s likely. A filly replies ‘thank you’, so Lyanna figures this must be Kaida. She smiles at the girl and nods her head. “Congratulations. I’m Lyanna,” she offers.
watch how i soar.
lyanna
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