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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.
10-01-2016, 06:14 PM (This post was last modified: 10-03-2016, 08:28 PM by Rexanna.
Edit Reason: changed to private <3
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are you who i dreamed?
or just a memory?
She had slipped away from the Festival for at least a few moments. Wandering and making her way toward the prisons where she had left Crowley after she had captured him. It was time to let him go, and deep down she hoped that the man would have no hard feelings toward her, instead perhaps his attention might be drawn toward the festival, or away from it. She wouldn’t stick around to find out. Instead, the Thief had decided to simply just open the gate and return to her post, sure that if the dark stallion would have any fight in him to retaliate, that Deimos would be the one to answer.
And so, when she arrived, she hardly saw anything past the darkness of the bars. She stayed silent, still, doing her best to open up the door quickly, pulling it aside so it would stay open before passing it one last glance. She was a Thief, and apparently only successful in capturing people instead of things. Though, she knew deep down that if it weren’t for the help of Ashamin, she’d have struggled entirely to take the man bag willingly. And for that, she was thankful. Yet, she also felt a burden release itself off of her chest as she let the man she captured go.
She turned her attention to return to the festival, to pass a glance to the foal games and storytelling with a smiling face, only to wonder if what she had done was a good thing or not. Did she want to be a Thief? Did she want to keep stealing and gathering information and hiding behind false facades just because of her earlier decision? Perhaps she’d get a chance to start over new – despite the fact her entire time in Helovia had been as a Thief – though not necessarily in rank, but love as well.
Alright, SO. Rexanna let go of Crowley as a prisoner. It's set during the Festival, sometime throughout the night. Anyone can feel free to stop and chat with her, I just wanted to be sure that Rex let go of her prisoner. <3
edit; would probably be best to stay between Thran and Rex at this point :D
Permission given for moderate power play.
Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her.
Please tag in every post!
The voice, ever rolling and deep, echoed from another empty, open cell set in the rocks. Yet unlike the last time she had heard it, it was pointed and drawn out. It was coming from a slightly different stallion that the one she’s met in the caves only a while ago. It was one she was much more familiar with.
He hadn’t just apparated there, though he wasn’t exactly thrilled to be here either. The mountains were still not the gold’s favorite place to be. When he had stepped through the Arch earlier hidden under his cloak with the first few guests, the returning scents of pine, and cold bitter air still did not bring forth pleasant memories. Instead it brought ghosts. And confusion. At that point in those moods hid bonded would usually be there to steer the conversation away, or question deeper. So when Haldir had stated he refused to stay with the gold it didn’t meet much resistance.
Yet even though he was here, on his own free will, the gold wasn’t exactly sure why he’d come. Perhaps it was because a large gathering of Helovians was always a natural draw for the Laurelin. Perhaps it was a little….research gathering opportunity. After with so many in the vale, a few wandering hoof prints in the snow wouldn’t be a threat. Or perhaps it was still the visions and ghosts swirling slowly in a miserable pot in his head.
Either way, the gold found himself here, and by here he was against the basin rocks, when he had heard someone stepping with determination towards him. Harks had pinned down, and tasseled tail silently flicked against his limbs as he waited, only to be surprised to see Rexanna come towards one of the occupied cells. The frustration and irritation fell from the gold’s face, and his cold earth eyes turned less frozen.
It was indeed a strange move for her to make, just letting a prisoner go. In the middle of a festival. Without a goodbye present. Basin Thief Rexanna may not have the exact same style as the Laurelin, but she also wasn’t the one to let someone off easy. That is where the real Rexanna….the one from the caves came to mind, and the gold couldn’t resist.
The edges of his lips curled and his earth eyes sparked with gold. As he stepped forward into the light of the Aurora Borelalis, the cloak stashed in his pouch covered by the beloved wolf cloak the gold was ever once more the crowned Laurelin. His mind still spun though, almost dizzily so with the foggy memories of caves, and stories. And the golden, flinched in his mask, because underneath it all, thought the Laurelin was a lie, those moments in the cave had not. Just as she had seen his scars, he had seen hers. Though pity never really fit the gold’s description. The smile dropped slightly, those earth eyes narrowed slight, and his voice for a moment lost its sickly sweetness, though in doing so, it was more of a demand now than a tease. But a demand laced in guilt, regret, and possibly...concern? “What are you doing Rexanna.”
OOC :: Surprise! =D
"Speech"
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
Please tag in every post.
Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
The gilded siren paused in her step. The voice didn’t sound like Crowley, yet, it still seemed all too familiar. It even seemed to bounce from a secondary prison, echoing through the air like a simplistic echo on the wind, a question for the woman who was supposed to be the best at her job – yet here she was releasing a prisoner. A cloud slipped past her nose as she exhaled, shifting in her stance and determination to turn to the person who had called out to her. The voice mulling over in her mind only to paint a picture of the Laurelin, pulling up the honey sweet tones that often accompanied his vocals from before their encounter in the heart caves.
She wondered if he were here to confront her from what she had confided in him – if he were here to tell her all the things she had been wrong about her entire life – if they’d have to continue on the heart wrenching trek they had started on amid the thunderous storms outside. She began to mentally prepare, building up the walls of quick thinking and arguments only to have them crumble. What did she have to hide from the golden man anymore? Nothing. That was the answer she was looking for. She had confided in him, in far greater depth than she had with even Tembovu. Likewise, she assumed that Thranduil had confided in her many of the secrets he’d refuse to share with anyone else.
The man was tight-lipped, but there were just some things that needed to be said after going so long hidden in the shadows. She turned to face him, then, sapphire gaze trailing across his gilded skin, the wolf cloak keeping him warm among the chilly autumn evening of the Basin’s icy wrath. She offered him a smile and half of a shrug until his eyes narrowed and his tone began to take on a more demanding tone. “What are you doing Rexanna.”
She sighed, stepping closer to the Laurelin. “I’m letting my prisoner go, what does it look like?” She half tried to joke, but couldn’t find the comfort in her to be able to look up at his gaze. Instead, she looked out over the Basin’s mountain peaks, allowing a small amount of silence to grow between the two of them before lowering her head to face him once again. “To be honest, Thranduil, I don’t belong here anymore.” She paused. “I'm leaving after the festival is over, hoping that perhaps it has been enough of a success to fix the losses we’ve had.” Her voice turned more informative, speaking bluntly to him. There was no need for beating around the bush. She planned on telling Tembovu that she would return with him to the Edge, to take up a life with him in another land – and yet, the words hurt to say aloud. Perhaps the gold would understand her, considering he hadn’t seemed to stay long either.
It seemed ages ago. Not moons, but months, and yet though it seemed forever ago, his own words still echoed in his ears, and his feelings towards the gilded mare were still fresh. And that contradiction was not the only one he found as he walked closer. Though their relationship seemed simple, she had only listened when no one else did, it always through up so many complications. It is no secret the golden Laurelin was possessive, but for a living being to gain such a card in their stack was a rare reward. Only one other in this side of the world could call upon it. And it was she he would be seeking next. Yet somehow, their simple relationship had earned this mare one. Somehow, the gold felt his unyielding arms wrap around her.
Her smile meets his and he can’t help but let his false one continue one longer. Though it twists as he tilts his head. She was a good thief, but a terrible liar. The gold clearly didn’t buy a second of it, and his earth eyes still press narrow and cold for their answer. Especially when her eyes drop away, avoiding. His harks lean back and tasseled tail twitches, dragging in the snow. She was hesitating, putting something off. As the silence grew the golden’s face grew darker. What was so difficult to tell him? His imagination was quick to try and fill in the blanks. And one answer, a dark stallion of the past, was biting at his thoughts. Already his hide twitched at the possibilities that he might truly need to….
Her sweet voice lulls back into the night breeze, and the nerves of the gold are settled (his gun silently disarmed). He listens with patience, yet still she beat around the bush. Using her vagueness to hide something still, or so he thought. It wasn’t that the gold didn’t understand. He most certainly was capable of it. His mind still strained to work here in the mountains where memories lay, where responsibilities called him, where so many nights were spend cursing the tall shadows. He left because he could no longer stand all that waited him here (one of those, he turned out to be mistaken about). That frustration didn’t seem to lie within Rexanna and she wasn’t telling the whole story, either that or something had gone drastically wrong. Either way the golden was not satisfied.
His head dips slightly, the acceptance of her words, but his eyes look back up to hers, and they reveal his continued insistence. His mind still fingered over the name Calstron, but he was more careful than that. Their arrangement on that front was more delicate. Unless things went too far, the gold would heel to her word concerning her nightmares. Yet still he wanted more….so he lets his nature relax slightly, but his voice still demanded answers. “Where will you go?” He laughs slightly, trying to lighten the mood. “The lone wolf type doesn’t fit you…” (His own irony at wearing the wolf cloak not totally missed by him). And he lets some lighter smile brighten his features, but there is still the same deeper concern underneath, in his eyes, and his stance.
Somehow the gilded mare had found herself within the protection of Laurelin. A pleasant place to be. Rather expensive at times, but pleasant. It meant though that her safety was guarded….and her happiness was (within her approval) guarded. That included not letting her walk out of her home into the cold wet nights alone. Or into traps set out by insane past lovers. Or any other nightmare which might come her way.
OOC :: <33
"Speech"
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
Please tag in every post.
Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
She yearned to tell him everything, to have another one of those experiences in the cave they had shared. Where they lay side by side, in one another’s embrace explaining the harsh realities of life. But they were out in the open, and she wasn’t sure the state of mind of the Laurelin at this point in time. All she could do was explain to him her motives, her desires, and hope that he didn’t judge her too harshly for her moves and changes of life. And so, she was vague at first, aiming to see what his reaction might be before she tried to tell him a stupid story of a girl who fell in love, who tangoed and danced around her lover waiting for the other to give in, to come into her embrace and home only to realize that it was her that needed to be the one to give up. It sounded foolish, stupid in her head. But she carried children for the King, and a deep rooted love that had already been through so much.
Her eyes leveled with Thranduil’s as his typically hard gaze softened on her yet his questions grew harder. “Where will you go?” He questioned, asking and demanding the question from her, but laughing aside from it to make it easier. A soft laugh escaped her too, her body and posture growing more relaxed in his presence. As he continued, speaking of the lone wolf, she wanted to raise an eyebrow at him and gesture to the warm cloak he carried, but she refrained. Instead, she smiled simply. “I’m going to the Edge with Tembovu.” She began, her smile shifting and faltering slightly. “I want to try starting over new – and I owe my children the chance to grow up with both of their parents.” She admitted, trying to shrug it off as though it weren’t a big deal despite how large it was.
“You should come to the Edge with us.” She suddenly spoke – a bit of surprise laced under her lips that she had blurted out such an idea. Originally, it was a simple idea, but they had so much they needed to talk about and she needed to be there to help him through his nightmares just as he would be there to help her with hers. And of course, bedding the King definitely carried some advantages. If he wanted to come to the Edge one day, the gilded mare was sure she could get her lover to say yes. The shock waved away from her face as she looked at him with soft eyes, wondering what his answer could be. She was guaranteed one thing, either a ‘yes’ ‘no’ or ‘maybe’. And she’d take any of them. She just wanted to be sure they’d be able to continue being there for one another regardless of the outcome.
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