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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.
01-04-2017, 03:04 PM (This post was last modified: 01-04-2017, 03:10 PM by Nephele.)
"After my conference with the healers would you meet me across the bridge please. We have much to discuss."
He'd requested to meet her after his business had been concluded with the healers, Nephele had paused in her step as the words filtered into his mismarked ears. Yes, she supposed they did have much to talk about. So the warrior had arched her powerful neck to glance at the antlered stag and nodded. "I'll be here." She'd uttered. "Atreus will tell me when you're finished." Her own crowned countenance raised toward the Vulture who circled them lazily.
She'd flown away after that, once they'd made it safely across, back toward the red washed cave she called home. Enough time surely, for Tilney to conduct his business and enough time for her to be assured their sons hadn't gotten themselves into trouble. Once she'd made sure both Byron and Jude hadn't strayed from their home, she'd lazily taken off again and aimed back toward the bridge.
In good time too, Atreus' consciousness drifted against hers, a nudge to let her know that it'd been concluded and Tilney awaited her. Her muscular frame tensed, knotted with the knowledge that he was there because of their children. She'd never been particularly good with heated debates, while she'd certainly learned patience on her entry into the Throat, she much preferred to say everything that needed to be said by the clash of teeth and hooves. Honed muscle rammed against the sweat soaked body of the offending equine as bellowed words roared into the heated air. A breath is exhaled, a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She'd have to behave somewhat, cordial for the sake of the two little souls tucked neatly out of sight, safe and warm.
Hind hooves touched down on the dune as her wings stretched outward, they remained arched for a moment before they curled back toward her sides. The Amazonian waited a respectable distance away from the gathered and departing parties, whatever they'd talked about wasn't anything for her ears anyway. Atreus returned to her, taloned feet pressed wrapped around locks of her long hair as he perched upon her neck. The desert flowers woven in her fringe waved in the occasional gust of wind, gifted by Jude and Byron both as they'd began to bloom with Frostfall's passing. Blue and yellow, just like her eyes. When it appeared that everything had been said and done, the mare half turned toward the ginger stag.
"Tilney." She called, a snort followed. Cordial, she'd have to be, at least until things went southward. "I trust they didn't give you a hard time?" It's half joked, half serious. The Throat didn't have a reputation based on flowers and peace pipes, after all.
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
― Terry Pratchett
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At least she was civil - Tilney had half-expected Nephele to hiss like a viper or spit like a camel. Words and countenance as lovely as rose water, the amazonian's attitude was almost unrecognisable from the kind he had recieved upon their first meeting. Cloaked in a tight shroud of arrogance and zipped up with a taste for rudeness; that was the mare Tilney remembered. It was still baffle him how she could offer him her most sacred treasure and yet never her name; that had been something earned through chinese whispers or perhaps even pure luck. And dear Aelfwine - she had been the one to learn of his abhorred mistake and her name, his twin colts, and now she had been dragged here as a mediator.
It was when his conference with the healers drew to a close that the stag ambled nervously over the bridge, emerald gaze glued to its firey structure. Having asked Aelfwine for a word wth Nephele alone, he strode over the bridge on his lonesome. Tilney dare not look up, he dare not look at the horizon where he knew Nephele would be waiting and, he assumed, his sons would be in wait as well.
Upon approach however, the physician that the woman stood alone. "Nephele" Tilney spoke clearly, deeply, and fearsomely to anyone who knew the man. Casting his gaze over his shoulder to look for his sister for reassurance he then recalled asking her to wait; what a mistake he had made. There was no one else he wanted by his side - except maybe Arah, though he was certain his ice warrioress would be the end of Nephele.
Such pleasantries from the mistress caused him to grit his teeth - he had not come here for a chat. Entirely out of character for the bright fellow, tilney gave a gruff snort and merely replied with a low, grumbling question of his own. "Where are my sons?" the stag uttered sternly, his voice demanding his question be answered.
She had considered the possibility of bringing Jude and Byron with her, ghosted over the various reactions and pathways that would open up. What good would it do in the end? Their mother and father were as different as night and day, sun and the moon. Children were blessed with innocence, not stupidity. Her sweet, foolish Byron would no doubt be able to swim through the tension while her precious, fragile Jude would tremble beneath it. Alone was better, and when if she decided to indulge Tilney in his paternal wants, it would be in the safety of the sanctuary she provided.
Whatever semblance of civility the Warrioress had extended like an olive branch, began to smoke with Tilney's demand to know where his son's were. Bright vivid leaves curled in on themselves as the smoke fanned higher, the embers slowly burned like veins over each sacred splotch of green. The Vulture on her crest shrilly chided the stag, if he wanted to see the colts, he was going the wrong way about it. Meanwhile, the mare's nostrils flared with indignation. To come to her home and demand that she give the absent father answers on the children he sired? Where was his explanation, where was his list of excuses for not coming sooner and owning that he'd made a mistake? Where was his apology? He hadn't carried them on swollen ankles and aching wing joints, and he certainly hadn't been there when Jude cried to wipe away his tears, or tenderly dab aloe on Byron's scraped knee's.
A glance is passed over his head to the dappled doe, he wouldn't be here if she hadn't relayed her pregnancy to him. So why hadn't she urged him down here the moment she'd pulled him by the ear? Put the proverbial hoof up his ass, so to speak.
"Our sons." She corrected hotly, her body shifted as her hind legs shifted their weight. A subtle warning as her curvaceous frame bunched it's muscles together. Astreus spread his wings and took flight, angled to take him back over the dunes toward the red wash cavern they dwelt in. Better that he go keep an eye on both boys, and make sure they were ready for them. "Byron and Jude, are resting at home, safe." She paused, odd coloured eyes stared at the emerald ones that belonged to the ginger doctor. Silently, she judged and assessed him as her ringed ears flicked forward and then back.
"Why now?" She asked, her tone remained clipped and simmering. She was resolute, she would have her answers or he would get nothing at all.
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
― Terry Pratchett
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Force & violence permitted with the exception of maiming & death