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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.
10-31-2016, 10:07 AM (This post was last modified: 10-31-2016, 10:07 AM by Random Event.)
[[THIS ROUND ISN'T OVER! JUST ROLLING AS WE GO!]]
The demon laughed as so many came wanting treats! Little did they know... some treats are not very.... treaty.
NYX :: [Item: Vial of sulfur | A smelly vial of sulfur ]
LARUE :: [Temp Magic | Has super hearing for 1 thread]
OIZYS :: [Temp Magic | Has x-ray vision for 1 thread]
SHIDA :: [Curse | Eyes leak black goo for 1 thread]
VOLTERRA :: [Curse | Has a tiny manhood for 1 thread]
RU'IN :: [Curse | Coughs up black smoke for 1 thread]
TAE :: [Item: Cloven hoof | a cloven hoof of a deer]
ARAKH :: [Item: eyeball | a glass eyeball on a string]
MAREN :: [Temp Magic | Can walk on water for 1 thread]
ISOPIA :: [Item: Piece of a horn | piece of a ram's horn on a string]
VASTRA :: [Curse | Bleeds from pores for 1 thread]
KOLR :: [Item: Rainbow stone | A small rainbow colored stone]
MATHEO :: Small Item Prize
MESEC :: Custom Item Prize
ALYSANNE :: [Item: Vial of hoof trimmings | a vial of hoof trimmings on a string]
KIANZO :: [Item: Teeth | Horse teeth on a string]
ELSPETH :: [Item: Pumpkin seeds | Pumpkin seeds in a bag]
ESINAKH :: [Item: Stick | a gnarled stick]
HOWL :: [Item: Rabbit's foot | rabbit's foot on a string]
Trick… or treat…. The giant, hairy vulture (now heaven hairier with the cooling of the season) mulled the options over in his mind. It was true that treats promised pleasures—something that always attracted the tawny man’s interest. But it would be a lie to say that, in the Korofi’s experience, some tricks hadn’t ever led to intense pleasures, as well. So the man oscillated between the options, eyes as yellow as the ram’s study the horned shadow creature closely.
But then, naturally, his gaze wandered away from the ghoul to sweep appreciatively over the woman who had already gathered. Ah well, “Trick,” his rough voice called to the ram. At least if this imp’s trick wasn’t pleasurable, there were plenty of beautiful mares around to distract him from whatever misery it may bring.
Full moon overheard, she wandered into the forest. She walked through the trees until they started to turn cherry red, and she looked upon the sight of one of the first rift battles with satisfaction. Here was a good place. Here was where Helovia made their stand and freed the Riftians from those monsters they called gods. However, many citizens were surrounding a tiny little monster of their own, but this one was far more amusing. She smirked as it played its game, giving out junk and some good prizes to those who said their words.
Amalrik had been travelling with Ellie ever since the encounter at the shoreline, and he wandered about aimlessly as his cousin's guard. She was adventurous but still so young, and he wanted to be there for her as much as he could. Besides, for a kid, she wasn't all that bad! She was smart, funny and had this adorable black dragon as a companion. Part of him was a bit jealous, but he didn't let it affect him - too much.
Together, they came across a blood red lake under the light of the moon, and a tiny demon sat upon a rock. It was playing a game with them, but it all seemed in good fun! Amalrik laughed and shoved his cousin with his shoulder. "Let's play, Ells," he said, chuckling. "I'll choose TREAT!"
Ellie wasn't quite as interested in all this as Amalrik was, but she enjoyed the travel. She followed and lead, and they took turns. She was very glad to have the company, anyway. Miranda, her dragon, was still such a baby that every now and then she scratched and whined, and Amalrik was helpful in getting the kid's attention and distracting it - at least so she could sleep!
So, when they came upon a rather scary looking place, she shyly grumbled, watching the imp with mistrust. "It looks evil..." she murmured, sighing as Amalrik brashly stated his choice without hesitation. Ellie hoped to one day be just as brave. "TREAT!" she finally yelled, copying her cousin.
10-31-2016, 10:23 AM (This post was last modified: 10-31-2016, 10:27 AM by Tembovu.)
Navy eyes, their darkness brightly reflecting the glittering red falls, sweep around those present. Already there were so many there, but his gaze found none of his children (missing or not). Warily his navy eyes finally settled on the dark ghoul who tempted all those present with promises of treats or the darkly curious allure of tricks. While some boasted the courage (or daftness) of giving into that curiosity and claiming tricks for themselves, the Elephant King had experienced enough of life’s dark tricks to even be tempted by such mystery.
So, the gargantuan stallion, eyes flickering towards the demigoddess with her bronze dragon, calmly and clearly called, “Treat, my tricky friend,” in his deep, distinct rumble.
Luther followed Matheo north, and he wasn't difficult to find. Even in the darkest of night, he seemed to attract all the light. The red twin smiled a little, the black flames billowing off his wings in a wicked herald to his lineage. He approached the setting with more faces (some of them familiar), and saw a black creature sitting there, playing a game with his audience. He watched his twin speak and laughed at all the junk this thing was handing out, and he decided that he wanted to play too.
First, he had to decide what though. Junk was... junk. He wouldn't keep it. But, wouldn't it be better to have some sort of cool curse or boon instead? Then he could terrorize some of the other children! "TRICK!" he bellowed.
The seahorse’s bladed, aquamarine horn glinted ominously red as it jerked through the air, following the quick movements of her unblinking eyes as she looked from ruby-red water to the shadow-creature that perched on a rock above it. Her yellow-aqua eyes, as large and unblinking as his own, stared openly at the creature. All these mythical apparitions of the gods’ power (or so the seahorse thought) around Helovia, and she failed to gain an audience with one for the sake of Akvo.
Her tail flicked once around her hocks, barbs rattling to warn away others who might approach the warrioress in her foul mood. She had seen enough tricks—she was living one, surrounded by freshwater in a headland separated from the sea. “Treat,” her throaty voice sounded clearly, daring eyes meeting the ghoul’s pupil-less stare.
We come upon another small gathering, and I pause along its outskirts to glance at my traveling companions, Mordecai and Duir. At its heart is a red demon with glowing eyes, and, if my ears don’t deceive me, he’s giving things away. Trick or treat, he is asking everyone. I’m quite amazed by the number of people who choose trick, wondering if maybe the devilish creature is somehow affecting their decision making skills.
"Who’d chose to curse themselves?" I chuckle towards the dark, winged mare with me. The idea of a treat (even if some of these “treats” seem more like, well, tricks, like the bottle of rancorous sulfur, for instance), seems the better option, by far. Some of the tricks inspire snickers from me, while some of the treats bring glittering eyes of greedy interest.
"Treat!" I say, glancing back at Mordecai with a smile, Duir’s heart giddily dancing in excitement.
"I've had more than enough tricks for one lifetime." He rumbles low and unhappily, the bitterness of his words nearly palpable in the air as he trundles up beside the boy with the tusks. He can't help but stare at the boy, more interested in his marbled coat, the walrus or whale or maybe even elephant style teeth jutting from his lower jaw, and the tiny, extra divisions of his hooves than the solidified smoke creature posing questions, though he acknowledges the shadow rams assumed importance and possible utility by answering more clearly. "I'd like a treat for once." One ear stays trained on the Basin youth though, his irrational draw to the boy strengthening with every new detail observed. He even has a beard he can see from the corner of one emerald eye. Whose child is this? He wonders...
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // Alby chooses TREAT. Also @Ru'in for excessive staring. No pedo, I swear!
image by mar!
Rated M, R, NC-17, AO, 18+, NSFW Tag dat azz! @Albrecht Violence & Magic okay. Wish - Away - OOC
(Let's not stop and ask ourselves what you're doing here. Let's not wonder how you wandered this far in your state. Ignore the shimmering silver wash of moonlight illuminating the points of your hip bones, the all-too-visible curve of each rib and the shadowed valleys between. Don't listen to the dead weight of your limbs. It's Halloween after all and when you tug your lips into that tired smile, you certainly look the part.)
The stark colors were a contrast to his pale hide as he slipped through the dark night. He was drawn by the same thing which drew everyone else, and with his long hair flying in spindly tendrils about his face (—like a veil, and he's the dead walking) he found himself by the blood red falls, facing a dark, ram-like creature with two yellow lamp-light eyes. Unfazed, unworried, for this night was just—strange, like being awake in a not (yet) entirely frightening nightmare. Blinking slowly, Mauja's brittle voice crept into the spaces between them.
"Trick."
( Mauja chooses TRICK and yeah this is a very liquid timeline... )
Maude could not help but cheerfully giggle (quite loudly) as she and her best friend break into the particular clearing of the ruby wood where the devilish being awaits. Though he is certainly sinister by all means of the word, in so far as appearance, the daughter of the Moon Doctor finds something entirely bemusing about the creature regardless.
"Look, Tutti!" she exclaims, prancing up to find her place in the gathering line, "he’s giving away presents!"
Her hooves never stop dancing underneath her while she waits, even when, at last, she’s made it to the creature. Beaming like the ray of sunshine she is, Maude’s tail wriggles excitedly, her voice eagerly blurting forth (in the name of adventure, of course!):
He hadn’t had much chance to investigate the new lands that the God’s had salvaged from the Rift, and so, he’d decided to go and see what could be seen. However, he also had not forgotten how he’d hurt Ranjiri, and so, instead of going alone, as he would have done a mere year ago, he first goes to find her.
Arriving together to the red forest, Dragomir is surprised to notice a good number of individuals milling towards and from what seems to be somewhere further in. Following the steady flow of traffic, defensively keeping close to his Czarina, the stallion is shocked to discover an insidious little red creature giving away what he calls “tricks, or treats.”
"It could be fun, yeah?" he asks his dearest with a smile, his crystal eyes barely concealing the fact that he’s rather worried about it. Still, no one seems to be departing the encounter with the creature seriously maimed, and so he fretfully gets into line, deciding he’ll leave if he grows too uncomfortable in the interim.
Soon, however, he is face to face with the devil, his eyes wide and surprised, his deep bass voice stammering, questioningly: "Treat?"
let the waves up take me down let the hurricane set in motion let the rain of what i feel right now come down
Any day that Tutti could get Maude to leave the Edge was a good day. She pranced alongside her best friend, never stopping as they made their way wherever. Adventures didn't need to have a set destination! Adventure was about discovering new things, not old places.
She didn't notice the creature until Maude pointed it out. "Let's go!" the little spotted girl cried out when Maude said there were presents involved. Like her best friend, Tutti danced in place while she watched others get curses and presents. Her head turned as Maude called out her own decision, which Tutti agreed with. Tricks were exciting!
from the dusty mesa her looming shadow grows hidden in the branches of the poison creosote
Mordecai wasn't sure why she had chosen to tag along with Rikyn, but she had. He wasn't terrible company, but he had his annoying moments. The deer was pretty interesting and she wished every now and again that she could communicate with it. She was sure that it interesting stories about his bonded. At the very least they could agree verbally that Rikyn was an idiot.
They came upon the gathering together and her traveling companion wasted no time criticizing those that chose trick instead of treat. Her dark eyes slid over to him and she answered. "They not scared of unknown." Her shoulders lifted in a gesture similar to a shrug and her gaze returned to the odd little creature.
Bull loves the lull of the red falls, the chill of the quiet, eerie forest that looms above it. The sun never touches anything here – the smell of damp moss and the evidence of fungal growth is enough to prove such a thing, but despite that, your bones can feel the lack of sun too. Silver moonlight finds its way in, however, and with it a broken, cold breeze.
The full moon has finally come. The black unicorn grins to herself, tilting her glassy oil eyes up to the swollen sphere drenching the red, unfallen leaves of the crowded trees.
This event seems to be no surprise to her and even the fetus squirming in her abdomen stirs with a spark of energy as she falls into the crowd, seamless and ghostly. The bodies pile and the voices overlap one another and Bull slides down the shoulders of whoever stands in her way, trying not to shove but not trying that hard. “I choose a trick.”
CHERNOBYL CHOOSES TRICK
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if i had a heart i could love you,
if i had a voice i would sing.
The gathering had attracted the attention of the Edge's Seer, the ghoulish night with his lady glittering abovetheir heads was made all the more scaretastic by the falls in which the creature had chosen to host it's frightful games. Silver eyes remained unblinking as he watched what the others asked of it, some chose the sweetened treats which some were not so sweet, and others recieved tricks that either drew a muffled laugh or intrigued snort. Those of his homeland he paid particular attention to, noting that the babes seemed to be drawn more towards these nights than some of their elder kinsmen were.
Such a wicked night, for those who dared to chance and those who liked to play it safe. At last, it was his turn and an invisible brow rose as he pondered over the choices in a brief skipping moment. "I'm not so frightful in my delights, so I will pick a Treat." He rumbled in a musical tune, leonine tail giving a slight curl of it's whip like design.
The Sand Princess' ears flipped back and forth as she watched others choose between the two. Was a trick really that alluring? What if it was something truly horrible? Like boils and pus, blood gushing out of your eyeballs or maybe your wings going three sizes too small so you couldn't fly? What if you found out that what you'd missed out on was the thing that you'd wanted for so long? The demon appeared to be that kind of funny. A huff escaped her and the flames on her wings gave a small flare with her thoughts.
Still, there was a fun sense of scary mystery to picking the horrible one of the two, but she wouldn't be joining those today. Maybe next time, if there was a next time. From her position in the thick brush, against a red leaf tree, the antlered filly turned her attention to the watching pair of orange eyes with her mind made up. "I'd like a Treat."
Verro You spend your whole life just to remember the sound When the world was brighter, before we learned to dim it down
The Dragonling is alight with it, he fit right at home at this time of year. Stood in the darker area of the blood falls, his smouldering insides and visible ribcage and bones made him a spooky sight. He watched others step forward and choose tricks, he might have to learn a thing or two from this demon, as he dished out curses that both amused and disgusted him.
Even better when the creature turned it's tricks onto his father, and he found himself leaning forward on cloven hooves trying to spy what exactly he had done to him. It didn't take him long to guess, a stifled cackle trying to make it out of his fanged maw as he desperately spluttered to keep it in check. Okay, alright, his turn.
Tyrath took a couple steps forward and passed one more glance around those gathered. He wasn't about to turn down a chance at getting something good, even if some of the things handed out weren't so treaty after all. He could always find a way to scare and delight Astarot or one of his siblings if that was the case.
"I'll pick a treat." Judging by my father's poor luck, I'm not risking it either.
Tangere is delighted by the voice booming in the shrouded darkness. Phrixus lifts from her withers, calling out with a few excitable clicks and diving down into the trees where everyone begins to file toward the coiling umbrage. She picks her way passed, her brown eyes locked on the sharp tips of Albrecht's curved horns. He's very tall and so he sticks out on that alone, never mind that handsome ginger body-beard he's rocking.
She chuckles, nudging her darker friend and his very curious choice. “Well,” She giggles, “I guess I'll turn the world upside down then and request a TRICK, please!” She speaks up, swishing her dwarfed tail with glee. “I do hope I do not suffer for it.”
Well if Albrecht gets to pick treat, which she would never expect, then she might as well see what it would do if she does something she typically wouldn't. She's a treat kind of girl, but today she's feeling awfully tricky.
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