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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.
10-29-2016, 11:08 PM (This post was last modified: 10-29-2016, 11:08 PM by Romina.)
If there is one injustice in this world, it is the fact that her brother's rumbling, beautiful voice is impeded by his majestic tusks. But her name, or rather her nickname, is so perfectly easy for him to pronounce that Romina cannot be bothered by it. It is how it should be, after all, and she falls into the singular syllable like a linen blanket wrapped round her shoulders. Perhaps a bit rough, but pleasant and soothing nonetheless against the cold of the north. A happy hum escapes her smiling lips as the smooth curve of his tusk rubs against the curve of her lithe neck, and she presses into the touch like a feline, her lithe tail brushing against him in answering proprietary touch. She likely takes too much pleasure in the different textures and temperatures of his body, but they are already mutated and outcasted from normality. What she seeks from his mind, body, and soul cannot be perceived as any more or less sinful than what fate has already doomed them with. He is the only one devoted to her, the only one who understands and loves her, and so she is the vulture that defends her prize against every mildly interested party.
They come together as if roosting, staring into one another's eyes until the world fades away and they are simply the only ones left. Romina and Ru'in. Ru and Ro. The rest can burn, and she watches with a squirm of pleasure in her belly as he scoffs around his horns. The beauty's visage crumples into something hateful and disgusted as he relays this news to her, a spark of vengeance already taking root in the warm autumn shades of her eyes. "They are unimaginative with their crafts," she huffs, not so rude as to spit or hiss this mockery of their works. They do not deserve her vitriol, not yet. And not when her dearest brother calls upon the metals of the earth, a dancing deer leaping about before crumbling beneath his displeasure, back to particles. Romina croons and presses little kisses to his face in blatant praise.
"See? Even in moments your creations are so much more beautiful, Ru," she breathes, wishing he had not destroyed it so quickly. It truly had been beautiful, after all. "You are too good for them, brother. Deimos is blind if he thinks your age should keep you from his ranks," and here enters her displeasure, the burn of her eyes returning from the warm coals they had become. "And I will do whatever it takes to let you craft." The flint of her eyes sparks, and though his desires are somewhat secondary to her own, they are still placed far higher than anyone else on the mortal plane. Her plans and his needs were the only factors that mattered to Romina.
A soft, plaintive sigh leaves the girl as her passion momentarily dwindles, eyes returning to the bronze filaments dusting across the cavern floor. "They will all say we are too young. How stupid of them." Romina didn't even know what she wanted to do with her life, if she were forced to take upon herself one of the regimented roles of the herdlands. She was no healer, and had never fought with anything beyond her mind and her barbed tongue. Perhaps she could follow in her mother's and aunt's steps to pursue the life of a thief and phantom, but even that was not entirely satisfactory. Romina wanted to be a ground breaker. She did not want to simply be the shadow of her mother's ghost.
"We should just leave," she spat unhappily, tail lashing against her dainty hocks. "You can take all the information you want from any of the other herd crafters, and we can leave this place. Travel until we find something we desire." The frown lifted slightly from her lips as she moved to nudge their muzzles together, shamelessly demanding his comfort. "Just the two of us. We don't need anybody else."
Romina Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is where I love you
They are the children of grace and power, royal blood running in young veins that hold such grand potential. The world is not prepared for the valkyries they will become. They are young yet, but their parents have learned the hard lessons for them, and they have a shorter path to fame than their predecessors. They flare like coy embers, and yet trail ash wherever they walk, princesses of ruination and domination. They will raze civilizations just to feel the structures crumble, something scientific and sadistic lurking behind their innocent facades.
Romina and Kiada are kindred spirits, and while Romina isn’t aware of the similar devils they will grow to become, something quiet and insistent speaks to the shadows of her mind. They are ghouls in a guise of glory. Solitary wolves signalling location in the dead of night, their pervasive presences silencing weaker creatures in their radius, they come together to form tentative ties where pack is supposed to be. Like magnets they circle one another, undeniable attraction forcing inevitable confrontation. Romina is too young and inquisitive to fight it, too loyal to family to brush Kiada aside as a potential sister-in-arms.
Romina doesn’t instinctively understand the purpose of friendship. She doesn’t crave affection or attention from anyone outside her family, and has no desire to try and make people like her. Perhaps it is because they cast her aside from her first breath, whispering behind her back about her delicate face and odd nose, her tri-toed feet and fawn spots. Why would she want to befriend people such as that? People who disregarded and judged her? All she knows is that her mother is her idol, and Romina desires to walk in her footsteps. And where there is Hotaru, there is Rexanna, especially when Papa disappears back into the wilds. Auntie Anna is a vital part of her mother's personality, and one day Romina will understand that there is a fine line between having a weakness in the guise of a friend, and the benefits of befriending other powerful individuals. As she grows older she will understand that her mother is capable of standing alone on her golden throne. But Rexanna is the silent shadow at her shoulder, a promise of faith and force, a haven for moments of weakness that nobody else has the privilege of witnessing.
Romina isn’t old enough to understand the depth and complexity of friendship, when it comes to herself. But who better to start with than Kiada? Rexanna’s daughter, just as Roma is Hotaru’s daughter? It seems like a natural progression, seeking her cousin’s friendship first.
When they are older, Romina will discover the truth of the blood between them, but it will make no difference by then. Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb, and Kiada will be her family by then. Nothing will tear the devilish maiden from her clutches then, and hopefully that loyalty will be reflected in turn.
For a moment Romina is distracted by shapes on Kiada’s back, and her orange eyes flick to them with a look of curiosity. At least until Kiada speaks, introducing herself and calling Mama by a similar moniker as Romina calls Rexanna. The excitement of returned sentiment banishes any questions that arise regarding Kiada’s magic. Family. It’s the key word that unlocks the gates to the fortress slowly building itself around Romina’s heart, and she smiles beatifically at Kiada. ”Yes! That means we’re family.” And family is everything. The be all and end all of Romina’s purpose and personality.
Of course, the straightest path to Romina’s graces is her twin brother, and she eagerly jumps into the topic with warm eyes and a broad smile. ”I do, his name is Ru’in. He’s the best, I love him. A lot of people think he’s scary because of how he looks, but if you meet him, I promise he’s not. We don’t look like everyone else, but that’s their problem,” she scoffs, pretty little face twisting into ugly contempt. It’s a phrase coined from her mother, a mantra she’d been taught since the first shocked gaze and muttered insult cast her way. Hotaru had taken her aside and spoken it for the first time with such conviction and venom that Romina had never forgotten it. She doesn’t quite grasp the meaning behind the words, but it will shape her feelings in the future. Don’t like me? That’s your fucking problem, buddy.
Her momentary flare of anger sets the growing nubs of her horns on fire immediately. Opalescent flames cast her face into odd shadows, illuminating the soft edges of her big ears. Colorful fire licks at the bone until she reigns in her emotions, trying to find balance. Romina glances away, suddenly nervous of Kiada’s reaction. ”Sorry, I can’t really control it…” she mutters, already feeling familiar bitterness over her reactive magic. But...Kiada had magic as well, didn’t she? Perhaps she wouldn’t judge Romina. Trying to distract herself - and maybe Kiada depending on her reaction - she instead answered Kiada’s last question. ”Yeah, they’re cousins too. And I’m your brother’s cousin, just like my brother is your cousin. Family is confusing,” she nods sagely, as if excusing the fact that both she and Kiada are fumbling their way through the terms she pretends to know.
romina
Don't waste your heart -
On a wild thing.
Don't waste your heart on me.