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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.
"Warblood Child. You are a daughter of the dark and the damned, the spawn of savages and heathens. We are your salvation , we will give you truth. Give us your mind, child, we will cleanse it, we will save it." But... but it hurts... I'm frightened. "Silence child, what could you possibly know of fear?"
. . .
Home was a dangerous thought for Asavvi, hell, even her own name was dangerous. Anything that threatened the serene scape of the star-girl's mind had to be regulated, regimented, analysed and relegated to the recesses of her consciousness. Moment after moment she held tight the reins of her own thoughts, sorting and sifting to decide which she could trust, which were hers and which were leftover lies that her captors had implanted. Some were easier to deal with, thoughts that revolved around fact could be tested, proven, cataloged and forgotten, but others...ones like home and family were too volatile. When her mind approached them it sent her brain into a riot that pulled her heart painfully with it.
It was all a matter of control; after what she had suffered the girl had a bedrock need to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was in control of her own thoughts, and what were emotions if not a source for doubt.
It had taken her months to get to this point; to build up enough courage to set foot with in 10 leagues of the sandy shore that led to the place she had grown up. Even now she came only under cover of darkness on a moonless night. Her cloven hooves had found a place on the sand south of the Heart and she could force them no farther, would not force them farther. The Dragon's Throat had been too keen a target for her captor's mental vivisection; Megaera the Sunspear, Einarr the Warden... those proven warriors had been to warped in the girl's mind that she could not even approach the idea of seeking them out without quaking in terror or without feeling her through pinch on the bile of abject hatred. Savages. Monsters, and yet still somehow the girl's heart yearned for Mai, for Ave.
Because They had looked into her memories and seen no threat in a small boy beyond the strength of Asavvi's loyalty to him, thoughts of her brother had been left blessedly untouched, just as the silver cuff that held just above her right knee had been ignored. Nizho... her mind had whispered to her, over and over again in the past year in the spaces her mind could not push it aside. In the gaps between sleeping and waking when she could feel before she could tell herslef not to. When she could ignore the longing no longer, she had come.
In the blackness, beside the heaving swell of the sea, a little star appeared. Another winked into light beside it, and another, and another, and each was extinguished as the next appeared. Across the distance of the watery expanse they would be just a glimmer, a twinkle in the dark, a signal that only one would recognize. A shaky breath flitted through Asavvi's lips, whispered fear, whispered hope: "Nizho."
He was becoming a warrior, like his parents before him and their parents before them. It was this cycle he was not ready to break, but instead to entirely encompass. He did not even know what else he could be--could not fathom being something else. He believed Tae to be brave for breaking the cycle of warriors in her family, but Nizho himself could not embrace it. He was a warrior. It was red hot fire running through his veins; the very beating of his heart was a wardrum. There was no mistaking it--Nizho was designed for the lifestyle he had chosen.
He had left his father some hours ago to look for their mother so the pair could rest for the night. Nizho was too restless to stop his patrols, and so on this inky black night he took to the skies. The moon hid from sight at this time, making no shadow as the youngling moved across the sky. The night clung to him like a cloak, covering him completely. Only once and a while could the shimmer of his coldfire eyes be seen in the night. His dark body blended in well, and he felt like a skilled assassin as he rode across the dark clouds.
A small flicker caught his eye.
He turned his wing angle to move toward it, beckoned toward it upon a warm draft of air.
His heart skipped a beat.
His throat swelled.
His belly twisted.
Was it?
There was another flicker.
His blood quickened, pounding in his ears.
His wings beat down, hard.
Asavvi.
He was breathless by the time he reached the ground, the flickering of stars still a few meters off. He wanted to call out for her, but as he opened his maw no words fell from his lips. His chest pounded with the beating of his heart as he loped forward on cloven hooves.
Asavvi. Asavvi. Asavvi. Asa...
The leggy stallion skidded to a stop just as a star dissipated before him. He felt the heat radiate toward him, and he exhaled loudly. Coldfire eyes were wide and his head snapped up. "Asaavi!" He called, wings curling in at his dappled sides.
Her stars, like her, looked like such tender little things. Gentle soft, but unlike her the stars could burn and destroy; her greatest beauty was their light and her greatest terror their fire. Now, one by one, they flickered through the darkness and called to her brother, her protector, her friend.
At the sound of approaching wings she felt and resolutely ignores an urge to run. In the inly black of the night she could not see if the approaching guardian was her brother. Perhaps she should have been able to recognize the sound of his wings but she had never heard them in flight and so for long moments there mystery of the approaching figure shivered it’s way through the slim little mare. There was a thud, a movement in the shadows, a shape as her last star blinked out an for a breath of time was not replaced by another.
"Asavvi!"
Her name, her true name, seemed to echo in the darkness and though she knew in her heart who spoke it, the voice was a strange one. Perhaps there were traces in it of the colt he’d been but is was deeper now, molded by the time they could never get back. She could follow the memories—with her magic—she could trace his life through the months they’d been apart but the memory walker could never make herself part of those memories.
But he was here.
He’d come at her call.
For the slow span of several heartbeats, the girl steeled herself. She let air fall between her lips in a long studying stream and then she reached for her stars again. They winked into life in the space between them, casting soft light to fight the moonless night and her skyclad eyes fell opon a handsome face and eyes that burned ling her stars.
”Nizho.” Her gentle whisper did not betray that pounding of her heart, the riot of emotions she did not want but could not prevent. Her brother stood before her, his coloring and manner matching her memories but stretched over a frame that was too tall now, too strong. They had taken all that time from her, from them. On the inside she was torn asunder but in the warm starlight the form of the young mare gave no sign of distress.
"Shieraki attihat yeri akka tat anna, ven mori zhorre hatif.” Her voice was trained, restrained, controlled, but she had less power over her own eyes and a tear spilled from them. "Hash yer dothrae chek, gaezo?"
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“Shieraki attihat yeri akka tat anna, ven mori zhorre hatif.” - The stars show you the way to me, as they have before.
Hash yer dothrae chek, gaezo? - How are you, brother?
The youngling was still breathing heavily, his sides heaving from the maximum effort he had exerted to follow the stars. He stood for several moments with wide, coldfire eyes staring into the darkness. The stars had all but flickered away, and there was nothing else in the night to bring him signs of his sister. Disbelief rattled behind his eyes and grief started to grasp his heart. Had he imagined the stars that led him here? Asaavi had been gone for far too long, and suddenly the idea that she might be dead somewhere overwhelmed him. Perhaps the world was playing this trick on him to tell him the truth of his twin's demise. A sharp pain triggered in his chest as he--as literally as he thought possible--his heart shattered within him.
A lump formed in his throat and white hot tears burning behind his dark lashes.
Warriors don't cry, Nizho!
He scolded himself, closing his eyes tightly to trap the tears from leaking down his handsome, boyish face. Stop it!
He pulled in a shaky breath, lifting a cloven hoof to carry him away from this place, from the pain that ripped and tore at his insides. But he stopped, suddenly, when the faintest whisper graced his dark ears. From the darkness, his name echoed and the stars reappeared. The warden's son blinked rapidly, clearing the blur of tears from his line of vision. As her form stepped from the darkness and was illuminated by the beautiful stars, the boy almost could not breathe.
Here she was, the filly he shared his very lifeblood with, standing in front of him.
And she wasn't even a ghost.
The familiar language dripped from her tongue like a memory, but the young warrior could not respond. He merely stepped forward, tentative, lowering his head. His wings quivered slightly at his sides. "Asaavi." He whispered again, brows knitting together as he reached forward with his muzzle to press it into her right shoulder.
He breathed in, deeply, like it was his first--or his last.
He smelled her.
He looked up, catching her eyes.
His favorite color.
Tears spilled over his dark lashes, drenching his cheeks like a broken dam destroys a waiting, silent city.