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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.
The bond between Sohalia and Astraeus had become filled with nervous energy. On the one hand, the pale lady held great respect for what Aithniel and Tae were doing, even if she didn't necessarily agree with their method. After all, Sikeax had not proven to be a particularly good leader - in truth, she was barely even a leader at all in the time since her appointment. Even the single herd meeting she had called had been a disaster, with many of their herd raising their voices against the former Sun Physician's judgment. Sohalia had wanted to help her, but no one had been around for her to help. Did they need new leadership? Possibly. Did they need to further divide an already divided herd? Probably not.
Sohalia had planted herself firmly beside Ampere, watching Tae challenge the much larger Volterra in what was an obvious diversion from the real battle. As much as she might have felt it her obligation to watch the war for leadership, she could not bring herself to desert her friend as the little ghost girl fought what was sure to be a brutal battle. Especially since she knew that there were no healers in the desert sands, and any injuries that Tae sustained would likely linger until a Sun Physician was appointed. And so, decided, the pale lady sent Astraeus to the site of the other fight with instructions to keep her informed.
The zephyr departed swiftly, arriving on the battlefield with only moments to spare before the fight began. He circled slowly above, watching everything through golden eyes. The images he saw, he projected through the bond, complete with a mindless stream of consciousness to describe what he was seeing. As Sohalia watched Tae and Volterra square off, she was also able to simultaneously "watch" Sikeax and Aithniel.
She could watch everything as they began to self-destruct.
"Talk talk talk."
OOC | Uh so this is basically Astraeus floating around, assuming that the Tae x Vol challenge would finish first since they started first, Soh will likely show up at the very end of this fight. Just wanted to put SOMETHING up. xD
Sohalia I built this city just to bring it to its knees
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Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
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we love the kindly wind and hail, the jolly thunderbolt, we watch in glee the fairy trail of ampere, watt, and volt
She didn't ask him for much, not in the sense of using him to help her with anything. To leave her alone, to shut up, to relax- sure she asked those things, but there was any substance to them, they weren't anything she wouldn't ask of anyone else that was around her. To ask him to do something for her, because she could not, and because he was the only one that could- now that was something.
So when Ampere sent that mental plea to him that he watch the other challenge, the one that carried more weight for the herd, but less weight for her heart, Kygo was eager to oblige. Even after all these seasons of their embittered, wrapped up, coexistence, he only ever wanted to please her. There were moments of course where he derives pleasure from purposefully pushing her buttons, if only because it was some form of interaction, but he'd never leave her. He couldn't, she was his one and only flock, and for better or for worst he knew she cared about him and he her.
It might seem odd, it certainly did to Ampere, that he would stick around after all her clear attempts at ridding herself of him. Part of it was fear of the unknown, as Ampere assumed, because at least he knew Ampere, at least he knew how to deal with her sharp edges and her rage and her isolation. Maybe it was better out there without her, but maybe it was worse too, and that unknown was scary. The other big part of it though was him holding onto hope that one day she would love him and accept him. He thought, if she just gave him a chance to prove his worth, if she would just let him in, just once, that he could earn it. He could rectify the weight of the bond that she shouldered as if it were the world, because he could make other aspects of her life easier. If she would just use him, then maybe she would recognize that he didn't mind being used, because this was a partnership after all and not just a forced farce of caring. When you have a friend, a true friend, you're supposed to help each other when you need it, because no one can take on the world alone.
Thus, Kygo jumped at her need, and flapped as quick as his little green wings would carry him to a nearby cactus where Aithniel and Sikeax squared off. Beady eyes watched the beginning, snapshots of it and some verbal exchanges passing through the lines between his and Ampere's soul, as it did between Astraeus and Sohalia.
This is Ampere's companion, Kygo, watching the fight :)
Oh, the desert dreams of a river that will run down to the sea, like my heart longs for an ocean to wash down over me.
The Throat had offered Najya both refuge and purpose - things that had escaped her before she had crossed the sea on wings of fire. So, in return, Najya was doing all she could - or at least all she had the capacity to do - to be useful. She’d collected both sagebrush and primrose. She had taken one of the large stalks of aloe she had harvested from the other coast and had planted it near a patch of cactus, hoping it could grow in similar soil. However, with the onset of Frostfall she knew that it was the wrong time of year to be cultivating a stockpile of herbs.
That and she knew, deep down, that herbs would do nothing for anything more than a minor wound. She perhaps had the knowledge and the means with what she saw to alleviate minor aches and pains, to stave off infection, or to treat a small cough - but nothing more than that. She couldn’t remove infection, or stop bleeding, or heal a broken bone. With no healers in the herd, this worried her. What could she offer someone wounded? What could she do for an injured warrior?
She turned her gaze away and stared out across the sea, hoping the waves would wash away her worries.
But it was not to be, for in that moment, A’mal’s voice urgently trilled through their bond. “Fight,” she trilled, simply, spiraling down towards her bonded. Nerves passed freely between the little dragon and the flaxen mare as Najya immediately instructed the dragon to show her where the conflict had broken out. A’mal relayed the images, and Najya took some comfort in the fact that it was not outsider at the door, however she was concerned that there were potentially two herd mates that could be injured with no healer to help them. Najya immediately spun on her heel, making her way towards the chosen battleground, figuring that if she was at least present, maybe she could offer some assistance if it was needed…
She stood on the far outskirts of the battleground, the Sultana and her challenger - who she recognized as Aithniel - a wide berth. Najya gnawed on her lip absentmindedly as she watched. Najya understood that this was the law of the desert, but still concern bubbled up hot and fierce in her gut.
Overhead, A’mal circled, twisting and turning in the skies with Sohalia’s Astraeus and Ampere's Kygo for she hadn't yet realized that a second battle was unfolding not far from here...
For a large cat in a world that consisted out of gravel and dust, all was his playground, all was his toilet, too. After having followed Maren to something what she thought would be some meeting, he had spotted Sohalia's Zephyr flying off. Naturally, as a natural hunter, he followed the not-a-bird-but-not-a-plane-either-winged-creature. He tried to hide amidst the billions of yellow-y grains and created dusty clouds that were stirred up into the wind by his sweeping, striped tail as he went. Once in a while his claws shot up to the sky above, hunting the clouds rather than the wings he originally followed, since he did have a conscience somewhat. With age (and constant nagging from his bonded) had come the understanding that one must not hurt those that lived in the giant sandbox with him, no matter how out of place or delicious they may seem. He still had that urge to hunt, so he pretended.
It was when he passed the cacti, when he saw the parrot (it's always the parrots!) — noticed the direction it looked, that he saw something he hadn't before. It felt strange, horses fighting. Almost unnatural, as he had only ever seen Maren talk and discuss things that he didn't care about with other bonded's bonded. But this, fighting— He did care about and he got overwhelmed in a way that alarmed Maren.
Where Maren was she looked around swiftly, noticed finally that, although he was watching a fight just like her, they were not watching the same fight. It made her question their purposes, but decided to wait it out, to see how things unfolded. That's odd, watch them for me, she did speak through her bond, her voice ringing for the first time in a way that made Mr. Teatime feel like he was finally doing something useful. So the tiger sat himself down next to the bird on the cactus and nestled himself in the sand below the zephyr that drifted on the breeze and did as he was told.
Of course Mr.Teatime was not yet familiar with some of the words like condemn or fucked, though he did know what lazy and failed meant, which made him feel a bit sad, since his bonded used somewhat the same words to describe his day to day pursuits. Meanwhile, Maren swiped her tail as she frowned above silent eyes; watching Volterra and Tae, and now Sikeax and the Sun God's daughter Aithniel too.
I had a dream about a burning house. You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out
I lay beside you and pulled you close. And the two of us went up in smoke
The sun-drenched child had no real context with which to place all of this information into. He'd learned quite a few things from the communal-parenting style his mother favoured, but even so, this new world of politics was something that he didn't quite understand. On the one hand, it had been his own grandfather, his Mother's father, who had promoted the former healer to lead their lands. That his Mother was challenging that decision was something that initially didn't sit well. But the more than he thought about it, the more he concluded that if anyone had the right, it was probably his Mother. And who knows, maybe the reason Sikeax had been promoted was only to rile up the Throat. Maybe that was the true purpose of her promotion, and she wasn't actually meant to wear the crown for very long at all.
He supposed it was possible. He'd have to ask Iskra or Luther was they thought about it. Or, if there was time, to ask his Mother himself.
So instead, the ashen boy joined those watching the challenge unfold. He felt pride fill his chest seeing his Mother so confidently wield the sword of justice. He wasn't really the cheering type - Thèo preferred to be an onlooker rather than having the spotlight focused on him (ironic, given that he was constantly bathed in a literal spotlight), so he merely stood silently with those who had gathered. Though there was a bright, sparkle of hope in his green eyes that his Mother would prove victorious.
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