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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 familiar weight of the whip is swiftly forgotten in the wave of escape. For seemingly eons he has known nothing but toil and captivity. He can remember nothing beyond waking to chains, everything beyond in his mind a blur, a smokescreen blocking out the light of his memories. For he knows, deep within himself he knows there is something missing and some part of himself has dissipated into nothing. So the constant war was waged in his mind as he rested in the silence of his cell, something always tugging at his mind and yanking him towards something, somewhere .A voice had nagged in his head, whispering softly across seeming miles and he had come to simply accept an unstable mind. It wasn’t until a flash of white appeared, a one eyed hound whispering in his mind.
The Red charges with wild ferocity, his eyes wide and his breaths come in ragged. Birds sing overhead and he slows to a trot. Familiarity haunts him and it leaves an itch, one he can’t quite pinpoint. He focuses on the moment on seeking out water and he reluctantly resumes walking forward. A white figure pops out from the brush and he stares at the bitch for a moment.
We rest now? She asks and her tail wags ever so slightly. The Red turns his eyes to her and snorts. "No," he says sharply and presses forward through blindly, resuming his quest for water. He treks and he can hear the hound groan through their bond and she follows after him.
Once the Red finds a pond he takes a hearty drink, quenching his thirst and then decides to fill his belly. His companion lays herself down and he starts to all but ignore the bitch. The Red can only assume she is a ghost from his past, though her own knowledge seems to be lacking as well. He tenses and slowly lifts his head when he catches a scent n the wind, both ears pinning back against his skull. The Red simply stands and waits, his body poised and tense as if waiting for someone to strike.
The singing birds called in the arrival of Birdsong, like a sigh of relief from winters grip, but the air was still cool when the playful wind picked up the dark strands of Sacre’s mane as he wandered through the Threshold. It had been a while since he had last visited the doorway to Helovia, before he seemed to be here all the time, but after a short break he was back again looking for strangers and old faces alike. Recently his mind had been pre-occupied since hearing recently about his brother, that Roux had joined the Worlds Edge, that he too was a Nurse, but at the healers meeting he never showed up. A worried frown was becoming common on Sacre's features these days as he worried over his lost brother, if he was okay, despite the arrow in his tail that hadn't glowed at all... Maybe it wasn't working anymore... How would he know? He trusted his instincts that told him his twin was okay, he wasn't ill, he was alive and safe, but now and then he caught himself over thinking with stress lining his young face.
He tried his best to take his mind of it, watching his foxes dancing through the woodland, Ríona had bloomed like a flower with the coming of Birdsong, much happier that the cold was finally on its way out. Inari still hovered near Sacre, his oldest fox by far the more protective, though he bounced off here and there when scent of a prey was nearby—food the great tempter.
As they travelled Sacre began to make out a pond and the shape of somebody near it, eager to dispel his haunting thoughts, the fox-boy trotted over towards the burningly red stallion. He had a white dog with him and was faintly familiar, though Sacre couldn't decide whether he was reminded more of his father or whether he really had seen this ruby horned lad before in his past. Noticing the pinned ears, Sacre cautiously kept his distance, his usual silly happy smile plastering his face as his blue eyes sparkled. "Hey! Have we met before?" he asked curiously, wondering if this friend might remember him and so spark Sacre's memory. Inari and Ríona, meanwhile, approached the dog with prudence, but with the same neighbourly personality as their audacious bonded.
"Either way, I'm Sacre" he bobbed his head before continuing "what brings you to the Threshold?"
there's something tragic about you something so magic about you
01-03-2017, 03:53 PM (This post was last modified: 01-03-2017, 03:59 PM by Cassius.)
CASSIUS❃
He doesn’t know what draws him back to the Threshold. Why he should even consider reliving those first few moments of entering a new land, chased by the thought of rogue assassins at his heels. Would he meet them there, trailing behind his vanishing scent? Was it still possible to find, underneath rotting leaves defrosted by the warmth of spring?
The pale stallion enters with a cautious mindset. Ears press forward and flinch from the harmless dripping that runs off the pines, or the rustle of branches that stir from a cool wind. The ground is slop underneath his hooves, but at least the arrival of green, and a plethora of blooming color eases his soul. Not enough to calm the nerves that fray from distant murmurs, or the muted shuffles and thumps of hooves.
Scents waver in the cool air, disappearing quickly with each gentle gust. Cassius soon enters a wooded area, the stallion presses further to the other end. Where he settles and finds the two stallions facing one another off beside a pond. Companions litter the earth, two foxes that approach a canine of some sort. Nearly woolfish, but the creature lacks certain features of the predator – its hind legs appeared off in a way he couldn’t quite yet discern, and the creature was far smaller than the hounds of his childhood.
Casting his gaze to the strangers, he recognizes neither of them. But by the tone and the words that he manages to grasp, the darker of the two appears to be on neutral terms. Similarly the unicorns are a pair swathed in macabre red and tones of black.
Preferring not to stand in the shadows, lending to all suspicion, the gray steps beyond the forest’s threshold. Forcing a small smile that imprints his lips, swaying his tail side to side in hopes of dispensing the tightness in his muscles, or the rigid composure of his body.
“Ah… Greetings,” his voice reaches out to them, imparting a soft tone. The dark stallion, the tense one who shimmers brightly with a sense of obscure wisdom, a lost cause, reels Cassius’ steady gaze. “Name’s Cassius. Welcome to Helovia…”
He dips his head to him, before glancing to the other – Sacre was it? Which reaffirms his smile, knowing that he was not completely alone in this case. And dips his head accordingly before settling in silence. He found no reason to repeat what had just been offered. And the way things were, perhaps too much information all at the same time might overwhelm the stallion.
After all, as Cassius settled his gaze upon the man, he was but all recoil and caution. Or so he could assume from the pressed ears against his head. Setting off the spark was far from the stallion’s mind.
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Both eyes fix on the dark stallion and all the Red does is stare in silence. His white companion opens her eyes and stares at the strangers, her tail starts to wag a bit at them. Her eyes fixate on the foxes and she stands up as she continues to look amicable even as her bonded remains tense. The Red flicks his tail and grunts towards the other stallion. “No, I don’t know you.” He says with gruff tones, only growing more suspicious towards the younger creature. “Who are you?” He demands before his eyes turn towards the other stranger that has appeared. Tension practically ripples off of him and he turns to face both stallions, his head dipping down slightly so his horn is pointing their way.
Something about the gathering individuals leaves him uneasy. He shifts and his eyes drift between them. “Why are you here?” He demands again. Since his departure from the arena he has been avoidant and others have respected his distance. No one wanders up to a hostile looking beast for cordial conversation unless they have a death wish. Has the arena sent out agents to retrieve him? He presumes it is unlikely.. The Red has been careful from the start, covering his tracks wherever he went to ensure not a soul might track him. Still… How is it that he has been found now and why are they gathering like flies to a pile of fresh shit?
Despite the red's tension in his stance, Sacre wasn't entirely expecting the demanding replies and gruff tones, though perhaps he should have if he had read the situation as it had appeared. As always, the fox-boy was slow on the uptake, his expression contorting into one of confusion, his feet shifting nervously as he hoped to the skies above that this angry unicorn wouldn't decide to rip him to shreds. "Sacre" he hurriedly repeated again, "a healer from the Worlds Edge" he explained more, hoping the stallion would feel happier with something else than just a name. Though his poor heart was soothed by the appearance of another and Sacre looked thankfully towards the other grey unicorn, Cassius, with a friendly nod. At least he wasn't on his own against this irritable old man who looked even more irritatingly familiar.
"Hey" save me from this contentious arse was what he would have preferred to have said, if he had the guts.
However, the red beast still looked to be ill at ease with the sudden intrusion of his private stay by the pool and this time Sacre frowned, an attempt to hide his growing fear that he might get beaten up in a moment, "who are you?" he asked "why are you here?" he countered, feeling like he didn't really have to explain himself anymore. "This is Helovia, our home" he looked hopefully at Cassius, hoping the grey would also chip in, feeling quite vulnerable in comparison to the larger ruby horn in front of him.
"I came over to see if you needed help or a place to stay" or belong, if this hostile stranger would lower his guard for a moment and allow Sacre to get to know him, if only a little. The fox-boy was beginning to think his recent trips to the Threshold had thrown up some mightily fiery meetings (or just plain weird), though it didn't deter him from travelling here, he was beginning to feel a little apprehension now every time he came. Though, as he fell silent, watching his foxes sit and watch the white dog, hoping it would play, Sacre smiled through the tension in hopes his gentle outreach of hospitality would sway the red man.
there's something tragic about you something so magic about you
Cassius can tell this is not starting well, not as well as he had hoped. He holds back a flinch when the stranger dips his head, the glint of his horn casting an insidious reminder of its prowess. He fails to realize he has one as well, but it is beyond the stallion to use solely for bloodshed. There is a part of him that wishes to cower and admit defeat, turn his back to the one who clearly doesn’t want any part of what they want to offer. And scurry back from the caves and mountains he’d journeyed from.
I want to live, is the vile, small and squeamish voice wriggling in his heart. I will live, he tries to reassure himself. Stepping uneasily back from his original place on the floor. And settling a few more steps away in caution. Steadying his limbs that will spring away, if the spark truly hits – and the mad man is after them. He sends a wary glance to the other unicorn beside him. The tail behind the man is twitching in discomfort. Finally, the grey finds his voice, and it cracks uneasily into the open.
“Aye… You… you have entered Helovia.” He repeats Sacre, albeit his words are slower and pointed. Unsure if any of what they were saying was really sticking. “This place here, that you’ve entered… it’s the only gate into these lands. Where all strangers alike pass through – we call it the Threshold.” He lets out a steady sigh, pluming in a smoke of heat in the cool temperature.
Cassius can only hold his tension for so long. It shows in the creases of his brows, and the stiffening of his lips as he casts his careful gaze on the stranger. “And that is why we are here. To offer respite, a possible home, a new life to those who pass through.” He bites the inside of his mouth, finding it hard to concentrate when his heart is racing underneath his skin, and his senses are heightening to the lands around him. He can hear other footsteps in the distance – pulling his ears into different directions now and then. Would the stallion make to hurt them? He can’t tell just yet, but he remains at the ready.
“If you wish neither of these, then let us know. And we will bid you goodbye, if you’d rather travel these lands alone…” Not that he had the authority – he couldn’t quite believe he’d just said that. And resisted the urge to step away a second time. He glanced back at Sacre, imploring him with a gaze to see if he’d said too much. Before settling back to the horn – the tip and edges of the blade he cannot stop himself from staring at any longer.
“I hail from the Aurora Basin, a land of ice and snow to the North. Sacre – to the World’s Edge… There is rest, food and shelter.” With an audible sigh, the stallion moves his gaze to the cold, raggedy glare of the stranger. “Do you have a name at least?”
The stranger would do well as a soldier, considering…
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