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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.
Apparently if she was going to run this herd, she was doing it alone.
Had she seen Archibald in weeks? No.
Had she seen their head sleuth? No.
Had she seen her lead warrior do anything but demand that those beneath her spar each other, or her if they wanted a higher title (yet surprisingly neither of those things seemed to happen)? No.
Her Father had made her the captain of a sinking ship, and though Isopia's motives were not fueled by pride, she would not see this endeavor fail, if there was anything she could do about it.
So she ventured North. The outcome of this rendezvous was not entirely meaningful to Isopia. Either the Basin would deem themselves an enemy, an a friend, or a neutral party. Theft had been on the rise again, the demi-goddess was eager to know which of her borders required extra eyes.
Yet diplomacy, for all of her hours of study, was not an especially well honed skill of hers. Perhaps it would be in time, but this encounter was likely to be rough at best.
Isopia landed in what would surely become a winter wonderland in the next few months. As it was, Orangemoon seemingly kept the worst of the snow drifts at bay, and she was able to walk towards the entrance of the Basin. She had heard stories about the sentinels that guarded the Basin's borders, and while she had no idea whether or not they still functioned, diplomacy as well as a healthy respect for her own life, halted her a respectful distance away. Her red cape billowed out elegantly behind her, as her amber eyes scoured what appeared to her to be a barren wasteland. How did any one survive here? And perhaps more importantly, why would they choose to? On her shoulder, Hubris tittered and gently pulled her mane to discourage this line of thinking. >>We live in wet jungle. Why anyone want that?<<
A cool wind sweeps across the snowbanks, tousling tresses reminiscent of starlight and lazy summer sunbeams. They curl beneath the bi-colored optics of the Valkyrie, staring out into the vast horizon, broken only by towering distant mountains. Out against the colorless landscape, Alice's poisonous royal violet vapor curled like billowing smoke from a pyre. Yet it never seemed to warn away the prey that found its way between the hell-bitch's claws and fangs. Perhaps it was the acid that aided her powerful bite, or the preternatural intelligence and cunning that had developed through being bonded to Hotaru.
The Lady snorted softly as the scream of a hare's parting breath broke the still silence of the afternoon, a rush of vindictive pleasure and satisfaction rolling across her soul from a distance. While she had no qualms with the natural order of things, it was eternally exasperating to deal with Alice's vanity whenever she executed a kill. As if Hotaru had not grown bored of her companion's elegance and decisive violence within the first few seasons of being bonded. Alice huffs at Hotaru's conspicuous lack of care and rips into the still-warm meat. Hotaru's tongue curls to her throat at the phantom sensation of hot blood, and severs the link between herself and her sister. It's not something she enjoys, as an herbivore.
Chill sets into her delicate limbs, and they carry her forward back along the well-worn tundra trail of the borders, trying to warm herself back up once more. Alice caches the remains of her hare somewhere in the bowels of the earth, intending to return to it later - a trait that Hotaru frowns upon, as it reminds her more of the sly coyotes than the noble wolves that Alice physically resembles. But the blood-stained bitch at least returns to her side then, taking point and scouting ahead the path as was their prerogative.
Thus it is Alice who first notices the silent statue of a girl-woman between the shadows of the decrepit Sentinels. The hound slinks closer, unashamed of her crimson chest and jowels, intelligent eyes surveying the lone mare. She awaits at the borders as a visitor is meant to, but makes no sound to draw anyone from the depths of the herdlands. Someone is at the borders. Looks important, Alice points out softly, her odd-shaped but understandable words ringing like a plucked wire down to Hotaru's pricked ears. Like a distant, magical game of telephone. She steals Alice's vision, receiving snippets and snapshots of the silent guest on her doorstep, and decides since she's near she may as well deal with it.
The Valkyrie descends towards the valley, hips swaying to keep her control. The snow has not piled up to block them into the mountain ranges yet, but she has learned from years of surviving in the freezing wasteland that it was always ice season. Always. And she'd rather not break an ankle or go flying down the mountain to make a mockery of herself and her title.
Alice retreats as she nears, staying a few paces from Hotaru's left shoulder. Creating an odd little triangle between the Lady, the Czarina, and the hound. Long tresses flick idly at pale hocks, and Hotaru levels a stare at the young titan, head tilting as if to gain a better vantage point at which to dissect her. Elegant smile crawls across her lips, a natural response in a facade she has crafted perfectly even before her ascension.
"Welcome to the Basin. I am Hotaru the Valkyrie, Lady of these lands. What is it you seek?" The awareness that she had created a name for herself had been extraordinary, and she had embraced the name she had not chosen with pride. Wearing it like a badge of honor and success. But she did not let it inflame or puff her chest or light her eyes, lest she seem like a joker or a liar. The stranger would speak in time, she assumed. She had to be here for something.
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
He smoked and scalded the lands with the glowering slide of his supremacy, of his potency, of his layered, lacquered brutality. While other beasts faltered and fumbled, he reigned (and sometimes choked, sometimes stumbled just as hard), striving to conquer over the pitfalls of his destructive force, trying to undermine the weaknesses of his own soul. A bit too savage, a bit too nefarious, a bit too sinister for the likes of the outside world, he slid and slithered amidst bracken and brutality, breathing in the chilling wind, resounding in the falling leaves, in the petulant snow, in the freezing footfalls and the predacious splendor. He prowled and marauded, because it was habitual, because it was instinctive, because it left him time to brood, time to stalk, time to be the King of death and the Reaping scythe, decadent and destructive, alone and composed. Adrift beneath the pines and fir, at home with the death of summer and the thriving of autumn, his nares snatched over the unfamiliar scent wafting from the borders, and like a bestial monster, like a noxious shade, he barreled towards it – uncertain if there was a threat at his doors (half-hoping, perhaps, encouraging ruin and devastation by his hands, by his sword, by his pride and vigilance, give me vehemence his mind crooned with vicious blends and toxic indulgence), or mercenaries requiring shelter. Hotaru’s circled there too, and the avaricious plunge of his strides escalated, a thundering configuration and conflagration, molten and simmering, unruly, unholy, never masking what he was – he’d worn the cloak of Lord for a long time, and the Mephistophelean prowess even longer. When his gaze finally pinpointed on the figures nestled beneath the Sentinels’ rusting, empty stares, he found he didn’t recognize the winged figure nor her companion. Deimos’ brow arched, delving into curiosity for a signature moment, because the stranger didn’t seem intent on storming into their castle, into their forts, into their walls – then his face resounded back into its impassive, nonchalant fixture, barbarity coiled beneath its shackled, icy exterior. “I am Lord Deimos,” he spoke into the void, on a puff of air that chiseled and sculpted its way through the cold, haunting realm; like ghosts and specters, like wraiths and phantoms. The beast nodded afterward, but had heard enough of Hotaru’s speech to indicate he didn’t need to question or query the unfamiliar mare further – falling into silence again, awaiting disaster or glory through the stifling lengths of curiosity coiling along his mind.
Photo and Table by Time Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary
As the pair arrived - the lady first followed by death himself - Isopia wondered just how quickly she might arrive if someone just appeared on her borders. With a casual glance, Isopia's golden stare surveyed the surrounded bluffs and icy cliffs. There certainly didn't appear to be any sensory machinery here ... and yet, how else could the pair have arrived so quickly? Isopia knew neither, but she did know of them. They had ruled since her birth, and during her brief stay in the Edge, her mother had taught her much of the current ruling class - of which these two were still a part.
Isopia nodded in response to Hotaru's greeting, her amber eyes similarly falling upon the Reaper and offering a polite tilting of her skull. Such movements were merely mechanical for Isopia. While she was beginning to get the knack of diplomacy, much of it was merely a cloak that she wore; an act.
"Greetings. It is the two of you that I seek." She answered, her face set in its usual academic expression. "I am called The Mountain that Knows, and am the newly crowned Czarina of the Falls. I have come to discuss whatever treaties or pacts there might be between our herds, for I assume that none from the Falls has ventured here for a very long time to discuss these matters." Her thoughts moved to Kaj, to Archibald. When had she seen them doing anything diplomatic, that didn't involve them merely greeting someone at their borders? >>You not know what they do when you not see them<< Hubris whispered into her mind, though he was skeptical as well. However his natural afforded him the ability to give the former Czar's the benefit of the doubt. Isopia's did not.
"I hold no outward hostility towards your herd." She continued, speaking plainly. "I doubt that you require an alliance from us, nor do we require one from you. Our borders are far away, and our resources do not infringe on yours. As it is, I see no need for an alliance, other than peace of mind." Peace of mind to know that it is not the Falls harassing the borders, stealing the Basin's trinkets, or secretly waging war. But, she wasn't sure that Basin even needed the peace an alliance could offer. Were their numbers not larger? Their member base more solid? Their leadership more proven?
"And so I come without expectation. Neutrality between us seems to be most apt, a mutual acknowledgement that trading resources would be in our collective interest." Her gaze moved from Hotaru, to Deimos, and then continued to flit between the two as she waited for their response. "What say you? Lord? Lady?"
Beautiful face inclines in polite acknowledgment of Isopia's physical greetings, her eyes flickering to Deimos as he comes like a shadow to her side. Familiar, imposing aura does little to make her nervous, and instead puts her at ease. While the recalcitrant man would likely not return the sentiment, Hotaru trusted him, and considered him an odd sort of friend. Someone she willingly wanted to have her back, someone she was glad to rule beside. His introduction was familiarly terse, and Hotaru withheld a snort of fond amusement, not wanting to appear overly stringent but also not wanting to appear overly lax. Ah, the delicate line of politics, one she usually had to toe in place of Deimos, the poor fellow. He really didn't have a way with words. So when the Mountain began to speak, Hotaru paid close attention, eyes rapt and sharp even as she stared at a slight angle at the woman. Her own short stature did not daunt her, she'd lived her entire life shorter than most after all.
"Congratulations," she noted primly at the awareness of ascension, for it was surely an achievement worth congratulating. Though it was an undeniably tough and particularly unforgiving road, and so Hotaru did not say any such niceties after the initial phrase. The Czarina was certainly eloquent, very to the point, and Hotaru's face was momentarily in display of her pleasure at such a short and concise speech. It certainly made her job a lot easier, not to have to navigate the web of political niceties and easily hurt feelings. She shared a look with Deimos, for though she was often the one to handle the political side of things, she wanted them to appear as a united front. Waiting for the nod or shake of his head, twitch of his features that told her what he thought of the proposal. And then the Valkyrie turned her bi-chromatic gaze to the Mountain, and nodded her head.
"Neutrality would be in both of our best interests, and we will agree to that here with you. If you would like to continue the trading pacts put in place by your predecessors, then we would happily oblige." Hotaru made sure to mention it just as the Mountain had, for the stone of the Falls was quite valuable. While her weavers could now craft a type of leather from the fronds that had been retrieved in the south, stone was useful for structures, and held weight and power that their fabrics could not. Hotaru would not relinquish that so easily, and she was grateful that the Mountain seemed keen on keeping those avenues open. "If you make no move against us, we shall not in return. Your goods and citizens are safe from us, Mountain. May our relations remain peaceful," she spoke decisively with a small smile, feeling a bit more at ease with this treaty of neutrality now lying between them.
Her gaze turned briefly to Deimos, allowing him room to speak if he had anything to add from the militant side of ruling.
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
There’d been more movements and motions outside their mountain walls it seemed – he recalled a time when others had ruled the Falls, before they’d dashed into them and wreaked havoc, before they’d gnashed teeth and irons, before they’d gone to war. He’d had no recognition of her, but such was the same of many faces and features, some rising, some falling, some breaking apart from their chiseled lives and disappearing into the midst. The beast listened, curious, intending to decipher the means of her appearance here, why the Czarina, a living mountain, yearned to climb to their glacial expanse. Her message was clear moments later – not an alliance, not a bridge of contracts and means for munitions, for ramparts, for strength and fortitude, but simple neutrality. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, studied, scrutinized the femme he didn’t know; wondered how deeply her roots ran into battles and glimpses of power, pondered if she’d ever craved desolation and despair, ruins and abominations. He had – he always had. It’d been a part of him since the beginning of the end, when his body churned with death and decay, when the world sought out his malice and christened him a breathing weapon. Perhaps they’d see where she fell in time – when the crown became heavy, when the politics began to erode, when the world seemed eager, fervent, ready, to topple across the horizons and along their shoulders, when citizens growled instead of appreciated. The woes of leadership were long, overbearing, and all-consuming, and some days it yielded naught but exhaustion and fatigue, with nothing to show for their labors. While he mused, Hotaru supplied her portion of the conversation, and he agreed to them, incapable of seeing, of sensing, any outlying errors or reasons to contradict and challenge the forces pervading. “The terms are acceptable.” The monster nodded, bestowing his chiseled compliance with a nonchalant, frozen veneer – but tipped his skull in curiosity a moment later, stepping over the pending hall of silence. “Do you have current need of our goods?”
Photo and Table by Time Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary
Isopia's face remained neutral in the seconds between the conclusion of her offer, and the acceptance from the parties before her. There was no worry, no tense lines creasing the death-markings that adorned her features. This was a formality for Isopia. While it was true that continued neutrality between their herds was to their mutual interest, Isopia would not have come away feeling as though she had failed, or had something to prove, had the pair before her declined. Such was their right, and given the previous leadership in the Falls, it would not have surprised her much to know that relationships with the other herds were terse. She'd rarely seen Archibald or Brisa do much of anything in the seasons before they were removed from power. If she would have asked the duo before her, she would have been shocked if they had reported seeing anyone from the Falls at their gates in seasons.
As both Lord and Lady of the Basin accepted her proposal, Isopia's skull nodded, solidifying the terms they had settled upon.
"Open trading routes would be preferable." She acknowledged, golden eyes finding Hotaru for a moment. "Though I do not believe our need is great at this time." She finished, now looking to Deimos. "Should you require our services, the Hidden Falls will be open to you. And should you find us at your border, it is in good faith that we come. "
Isopia stood relaxed, not needing to draw herself up to her full height (some found that intimidating). Instead, she nodded to both respectfully, feeling a small inkling of pride that this meeting had gone so well. Perhaps leading wasn't so difficult after all.
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