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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.
She was ready to explode; out of irritation and other things that were not appropriate to mention aloud. Stomping in the dead grass and leaves the mare searched for him almost impatiently, picking his scent up on the breeze quite quickly. She had been following his scent for miles, her current situation heightening her sensitivity to his delicious musk. An exasperated groan left ashen lips as she was ready to pace, her feathered limbs beginning to gather mud from each sinking step in the soft ground. She was ready for it to harden and freeze over like it did every winter, and she was also ready for the welcoming embrace of snow and ice that she so dearly loved. There were few things she loved in this world, and Frostfall was one of them. Steel eyes were searching with determination for the winged dunskin, her patience growing thin as the trail was beginning to grow cold.
To backtrack to the beginning of her day, December had been looking for her daughter through the crowd whom had gathered to Trick or Treat. Upon participating in this activity, the ivory lass had made the mistake of choosing Trick. Her assumption that the creature giving out said gifts was one that was utterly harmless had been a large underestimation; leaving the bulky mare with the inability to speak for an entire day. As she had tried to talk upon leaving him, it all came out jumbled and hard to decipher, making the normally articulate woman very... very frustrated. On top of all of this, she had just come into heat, and just how in the hell was she supposed to let her beloved know what exactly she wanted if she couldn't tell him. Normally Miykael was quick to respond to body language, but he was also accustomed to her upfront vocabulary, and without it she simply wasn't herself.
So with this predicament she was grumpy to say the least, not even wanting to speak with Carl who was trying his best not to laugh at the entire situation. He knew how moody she could get during her cycle, and to poke the bear at a time like this would most likely result in his untimely demise. He was fortunate that as of right now; he was the only one who could still understand the brooding mare through their bond, and that reason was enough for December to spare him her wrath. She lashed her tail out irritably, searching across the Grove's lake for any sign of the white wings and golden skin of her prince. Upon finding nothing she snorted, stomping a hoof and finally deciding to simply call for him. She let out a soft, yet precise whinny, it hitching in the middle and coming out as distorted, causing her to swear beneath her breath. She was about ready to scream.
Not sure if her broken call had reached out far enough, or if it even sounded remotely like her, she opted to also attempt and call his name: "Iykael'Me! Iykael'Me! I'e eed'ne ou'ye!" She coughed hard, hoping that perhaps if she cleared her throat or coughed long enough, the sudden jumbling in her voice would miraculously vanish, and she would be able to lull her lover to her with seductive tones and loving whispers. But alas, it was to no avail, and thus she was stuck impatiently pacing, and waiting for him to hopefully approach out of sheer curiosity. She would need some intense hate fucking from him after this entire ordeal.
December's a little grumpy... I'm sorry lol @Miykael
Miykael had been little more than a ghost since... well, ever since certain events occurred in the Falls. Truth be told, he just isn't cut out for herd life. It's all about specific jobs, cliques, and - frequently - being looked down upon for being a pacifist and a healer. He'd had his chance, though. After that mess with the foreign gods and their foreign diseases he'd been handed a promotion. It was the highest he could ever go as a healer but it just wasn't what he wanted. He is better suited as the wandering medic - healing anyone and everyone he pleases. No ties, no obligations of teaching or learning about herbs. He'd never felt so at home as when he'd wandered the reaches of Helovia to heal those particular sicknesses. It never even mattered that he'd nearly been at death's door by the end of it. Every time he fixed it, every time he saw the relief spread across their faces - that was what he lived for, what he craved.
So on quiet wings he slices what remains of his ties with the Falls and disappears into the wilds of Helovia.
The dunskin paint knows without doubt that December will follow him and frankly, it's probably for the best. Who knows how long it would take for Carl to get her thrown out or worse (not that Miykael always disagreed with those that Carl has disliked; he was honestly a little disappointed when Carl's spit fell just short of hitting Ktulu). Miykael wanders as the seasons change, never hiding but never staying anywhere for particularly long. Life is far more harsh without the protection of a herd but he can't bring himself to care. Naerys is still safely tucked into the boundaries of the Edge (most of the time) but she still won't talk to him or meet with him so he occasionally sends Eliana overhead to check in on her. Perhaps it was creepy and perhaps he simply needed to let her go but he simply cannot do that. December was never very far away, she had her way of finding him regardless of his particular location. And Merialeth? Frankly, he hadn't seen her in awhile and a part of him has gone with her.
As much as he loves being a father, and boy does he, he's just not very good at it. Things are always great for a little while but then he slips away and disappears on them. Nathanael and Barakiel, Naerys, and now Merialeth. All four of them suffered from a father that just wasn't around for very long. Perhaps he could trace it back to his own father's disappearance when he was young but it wouldn't really be fair to pin all the blame for his own shortcomings on his father. Kastiel did what he could - it wasn't his fault that Miykael threw himself into a fight before he was ever ready, a fight that wasn't his to take on. It wasn't Kastiel's fault that Miykael died that day. Instead of following in his father's footsteps, he should have tried harder. It's too late for him with Nate and Bara, though those little spitfires can certainly hold their own - wild little demon-hunters that they are. Naerys... well, she has her mother and a number of friends that would have her back any day of the week. Meria's disappearance, however, continues to dig a hole through his worried heart, eating away at him.
Perhaps that's why he turned to the Secret Grove. It was a comforting place for him, a place that holds only positive memories. Hidden as he is amongst the trees, December didn't see him but he heard her. Her call sounds off and her words are jumbled but there is no mistaking the familiar sound of her voice and despite the annoyance evident in her tone - a smile curls his soft lips. Resolutely, he shoves the thoughts of his children to the back of his mind and turns sharply on his hooves. Miykael fluffs his large white wings, tucks them against his sides and then he moves through the grove towards her with the graceful, nonchalant ease he usually possesses. Her scent, rather pungent due to her cycle, sends an instantly recognizable warmth through him. Miykael glances at Carl, an amused glint clear in his own bright blues, though he is careful to keep it brief and return his focus to his ashen temptress. They were always fire when they came together - heat and passion erupting in an almost dangerous way but that didn't mean he was just going to waltz up to her and take her on the spot. Her jumbled words left him concerned enough to hold back. "December, love, are you alright?" he asks, his deep voice a warm and caressing rumble. His concern is evident and that's all we will focus on for now.
And if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like You've been here before?
It wasn't long until he came through the trees that heavily littered the sanctuary, and a look of relief/joy spread across her complexion as she ran to meet him, lovingly kissing his cheek and bringing her chest to his as she always did. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. His musk was nearly overwhelming, and it was leaving her frazzled mind in a tizzy where she was ready to jump his bones then and there. What stopped her was the sudden concern lacing his words, and reluctantly she pulled away to look into those beautiful blue orbs she had come to love so much. A spark of fire appeared in her own, and before she could stop herself she was lashing out, tail slapping her hips as she began to grumble irritably,"Is'The ucking'fe ick'pre ecided'de at'the it'e ould'we e'be un'fe o'te ive'ge others'e ifts'ge and'e urses'ce, and'e I 'e ended'e up'e etting'ge y'me ords'we ursed'ce y'be em'the."
The more she went on the more her blood began to boil, causing Carl to shift mildly at her side in almost a warning to the dunskin to change the topic. The thoughts swirling in her mind were much more vulgar, and eventually the woolen beast brought his teeth to her side in the utmost gentleness, trying to bring her back down to Helovia. Her first response was to lash at him, to bring her hind foot to his face, but his words were quick to give her pause, Mik want you. See if okay first. Seeming satisfied with this, her large dome was soon shaking itself, her throat clearing as she turned to her beloved calmly. Of course he would be concerned, he always was, and that's what she loved so much about him. His unwavering desire to help others. Because of this trait he had broken her walls down and shown her that this life was worth loving; and she would't be who she was today without him.
Her hair began to lay flat back on her withers, and her once burning eyes of steel were back to a cool warmth; as she rid herself of those angry thoughts and approached him. Her cheek was finding his and she was almost purring, nibbling at a stray bit of mane playfully as she murmured to him; trying her damnedest to still sound sexy,"origve'Fe e'me y'me ove'le, one'ne of'e at'the atters'me. at'whe atters'me ow'ne is'e us'e... ight're ow'ne and'e ight're ere'he... alone'e..." Her tone lifted at the end softly, eyes full of playful want as Carl took the hint and simply turned away to leave them to their disgusting activities. He didn't know how Miykael could be so tantalized by the musk coming from his bonded, and frankly what was so appealing about the opposite sex anyway? Nothing; they were gross like everyone else.
Finally entirely alone, her lips were finding the spots she knew he so dearly loved her to toy with, leaving tender nips and kisses as her eyes never once left his. If she couldn't describe the burning desire she had for him through her words, then she would have to show him. As her hips began to sway she brought herself to his side, trailing her mouth along the delicate feathers of his wings and whispering sweet, although jumbled, which honestly made it sound like she was casting a voodoo curse on him, nothings into them. Batting those long lashes over her expressive eyes, an uncharacteristically girlish giggle left those ashen lips, it not as deep as it usually was. It caught her off guard, causing her to cough and look away almost embarrassed, before finally gaining her momentum back and deciding she would make her point even clearer. Lashing her tail against his shoulder as she moved in front of him, her teeth tugged as his mane hungrily, commanding as she always was before she stopped short of him, tail end resting precariously against his chest and her eyes telling him there would be no more talking.
"Speech"
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Tag: @Miykael
OOC: DECEMBER AIN'T IN THE MOOD FOR THESE GAMES }
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