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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.
If you could see it up close how could you ever forget—
(Strife.)
Born in war, reborn in war; like a glacial phoenix bursting out of the ice and snow, leaving a streak of blood behind to mark the place of its birth. The only difference was the lack of a distinct enemy.
It felt like war anyway. A savage, cold wind ripping flesh from the bones and leaving souls rent, bleeding out their feeble ethereal blood. Vipers, a twisting, curling mass of them, raw and passionate, brittle and bristling.
Not that he knew much of it, anyway, trapped in a place where his mind was more awake than his body, yet befuddled at the same. It could all simply be a dream, some strange and distant thing, a nightmare dredged up from the bottom of his memory—if not for that distinct feeling of being awake.
Besides, he was never this helpless in dreams.
Darkness studded with stars cradled him once more, and, gratefully, he sank back into the comfort of it. It took too much out of him to stay awake, alive, his heart struggling in his chest to keep beating when all it wanted was to give up. (Too bad it just can't give out.)
Time to wake up, Mauja. It was a thought that was so much clearer, so much more precise, that it could not be his own—spoken in the sweet voice of his Goddess, the one he always tried to deny but always came back to. With her life flowing through his veins, how could he turn away from her power? Knowing that he was at the mercy of her whims, how—?
He had never denied that they were powerful beings, he just hadn't wanted anything to do with them for a long time, and still, he wasn't sure he did. I did not grant you immortality so that you could use it as a means of running away. The softness of her tone rankled, because he fought the pity he craved, hid behind his bared teeth; that's not what I did, he thought in weak protest, while the voice beneath whispered liar, liar, liar.
It was true that he hadn't scouted out a glacier and jumped down, but he could've done more, should've done more, tried something, anything, not just—settled like dust on the floor and waited. Maybe his attempts wouldn't have led to a different outcome, but he would've tried something, fucking cared, and it was a guilt he would simply have to live with.
She bit him, then, a scathing thought like a wildfire through his aching mind. If you want to kill yourself, and forsake this gift, come to me. Don't throw yourself into a glacier.
It's not like I did it on purpose, he thought in her general direction, wondering if she could hear the voice he projected into the ether—or if it was all in his head, anyway.
But then, he sort of stopped caring, because in his frozen core a light sparked, and it wasn't at all pleasant. It swept like sparks through cold flesh and stagnant nerves, pins and needles, vague, distant screams from the furthest reaches of his physical body—slow heat coming through him in wave after wave, precise and sharp as starlight yet slow enough to keep his veins from unclenching and flooding his core with too-cold blood.
And then—
The darkness thickened—
Then there was the sky, free of wolf, free of pretty much everything but strong light, the swirling, dark mist, and a blur of lilac just on the edges of his vision. Moon, probably. More voices sunk into his tired ears, but they simply laid flopped against his skull. One of the owls—he thought it was Diego, a tan bundle against the snow—was dislodged from its place nestled in his mane and rolled half a foot away.
He wasn't sure he could feel anything reliably but he felt colder. It stole over him like a cloud blotting out the sun, a chill terror, vulnerability—
He tried to move. To brush his head over the snow and fetch his lost owl back. Tried to ask for help. For anything.
His muzzle moved half an inch; his voice let out the faintest shadow of a whimper.
11-13-2016, 05:00 AM (This post was last modified: 11-13-2016, 05:00 AM by Tilney.)
The one they called Ros had attempted to quit the scene, and Tilney didn't quite blame her. He felt utterly useless standing there above Mauja, and felt like there was naught else for him to do than to stare and wish he could help.
They needed to get him out, that much was clear but how.
Apparently, the speckled emissary was not the only helpless soul on this mountain, but every man and woman flung out to rescue him too.
And so Tilney did what he thought his only talent was - he could try to comfort the herd's sunken treasure who he could only assume was in an agonizing bout of pain and terror. "Keep breathing" the doctor bellowed "It can't get any worse..."
With the mention of rope, Tilney twisted his lips over his teeth and shook his crown "I don't think we have any rope" He spoke along with the Sparklight, gaze looking to hers and the twitch of a smile forming and wishing now was the appropriate time to call a jinx. "Also, we must be very careful not to disturb the glacier; It could tumble down on him, cause an avalanche even and he would not be the only one trapped beneath the ice, otherwise I would suggest trying to melt or chip away a big enough area for him to escape" was the doctors musings, glancing to his lantern alight with fire and the antlers they rested upon.
Not a blink later the mother had appeared; he had turned to look over his shoulder, perhaps for anything that could aid them and then the second his eyes returned to the group they were cast upon the Moon Goddess herself. Bowing his crown, Tilney decided against speaking at this moment as he knew it was her, mother moon who they needed most. She needed to take charge and help them.
Their king adressed her, that magnificent dark woman, and so did Erthë. The white girls slantish remark nearly caused Tilneys eyes to rol back into his skull, though the safely stayed in place with his brows narrowing on the apprentices own icicle gaze. "Erthë" He spoke her name with a scold as if she were his own young. "We may still need your help, Philosopher" He reminded the white one of her title, her rank, her place. She came all this way to help, and she would.
She came. I bit my tongue and she came, and I felt Sparkmarrow’s metal against my skin, whatever that meant, and there was swirling shadows and some magical bullshit and Lee was plucked from the ice as easily as a windfall from a field in autumn.
She spoke to us, saying something smart, and I kept my gaze turned away and my mouth clamped shut and my eyes hard rocks with flecks of ice and waited for that whoosh-whoosh that signaled her departure. The whoosh never came, though, and there was just a full solid moment where we stood there, doing nothing, being awkward as hell with a God in our midst. Well, okay, some of us were moving, mainly the ass snow fairy stomping away because she had been smert enough to mention rope for some fucking reason. Tinkey tried to get her to stay but--like why? Even I didn’t feel like I was much use, but I least I’d guessed right that he was gonna be up here. What’d she do, other then get scared, then get mad that we weren’t scared right along with her for no goddamn reason?
Anyway, uh.
Mauja was free from the ice. And when nothing and no one moved, I finally broke and turned to him, and as soon as my sight fell on his sharp, thin figure, I lost all sense of feigning disinterest. “Lee,” I hissed, the concern in my throat making his name harsh as it slipped past my teeth. I clamored for him--then stopped, brought up short by the large, feathered owl laying on the ground. The sight of one of his companions sent a lurch in my stomach--images of Chico came bounding in my head--but now wasn’t the time to feel bad about it. Might as well get the job done.
I reached down and nudged the limp owl back toward its bonded, inching closer and closer to Lee until the bird would at least be touching some part of him. Then, without once acknowledging the Moon’s presence, I reached forward to sharpest point of the former-King’s shoulder, offering something warm and real and earth-bound to help thaw some of the hard freeze of existence. “Lee….Lee?” I called to him--chanted almost. I didn’t know what I wanted from him; did I expect him to speak so soon after being freed from a glacier? Maybe I just prodded gently for spark of recognition, a murmur of understanding--any sign at all for life, that the God of the Moon just hadn’t brought us an empty husk and called it a day.
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.