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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.
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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.
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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.
11-15-2016, 02:02 PM (This post was last modified: 01-01-2017, 02:58 PM by Isopia.)
The Veins of the Gods had never really held any special significance for Isopia. Perhaps that was due to her lineage - that she'd never actually needed to come here in order to speak to her Father. She knew that others did, and though she was clearly in a privileged position when it came to the Gods, she often wondered if there was something meaningful about the ritualistic aspect of actually coming to the veins.
Standing here now on the rocky outcropping, staring at the dilapidated shrines, she was suddenly less convinced.
Her gaze turned to look at the mystical trees which had been planted here. They appeared before she as born - just after the culminations of actions that inevitably lead to the necessity of her birth. Was one of these Hototo? She thought that it might be, though couldn't remember. For all of her academic strength, Isopia actually had a rather terrible memory. That being said, she supposed all shrines were more or less the same - their purpose was in the remembering, and so even if the tree she currently looked at was not in fact Hototo's tree, she thought it all came to the same thing anyways.
And that thing was meaningless.
The demigoddess felt nothing looking at the (probable) shrine of her brother, nor of being in the Veins. This place held power, ritualistic magic of a sort, but none of it stirred anything within the Mountain. It was just rocks and water, like so many other places here. It was the Helovian's who gave this place significance, and without them, there was nothing.
His hooves snuck away from the others. Chocolate tones camouflaged into the trees and bushes. The deep black spots made his figure break up and disappear into the surroundings. The boy enjoyed laying low, and staying out of the watchful eyes of his father...the King of Edge. There were many reasons the boy resented his father, but there was just too many to name off. But how about starting things off with he is a man whore in Zubari's eyes. The elephant cheats and lies to get ladies to love him; then breaks their heart! What type of respectable man does that to a woman? Well, that is the reason Zubari does not respect his father. Slinking his way through the land, the boy has a chance to brew and simmer on all the things his so-called " father" has done. He brought that malicious little girl here and called her his "sister, he brought the gold lady here and practically disowned their little family. Zubari and Katua were no longer the elephant's concern, only his real family, and his real children. If only Katua understood.
Golden eyes squinted and his face twisted in anger and disgust, but soon they changed into amazement and fascination. He had never seen anything like this place before. There was a power that almost pulsed through the land. Small hooves carefully picked his way around the snow covered place. There were shrines of some sort, and they all had special markings on them. What was this place? The past thoughts of his father washed down the drain (for now..). Then golden eyes met a magnificent creature. Her wings were broad, and her crown was filled with horns. His own golden tipped crown tilted from side to side trying to get a better look. This creature fascinated him, and he had to get closer. Zubari crept through the alters peering from the side occasionally. Then his chocolate body would quickly move to another alter. Soon the boy found himself standing beside a great tree. He was almost in touching distance of the woman."Hello. I am Zubari. Do you live here?? You look like you would. Not saying anything bad, I just have never seen anyone who looks so god-like. Besides the Moon God, I saw her one time. " He tried so smile through the questions and turn on his charm, but he felt stupid not knowing any answers to his own questions. "What is this place?." His normally dull voice perked up as he stepped from behind the tree. Bright gold eyes looked upon the God Lady to see if she would be nice enough t answer his questions.
"Talk."
zubari
"I’ll take my bow I won’t make a sound I whisper truce as the ashes hit the ground
Isopia's gaze was pulled away from the dilapidated rocks and fell upon a colt, who seemed to bear the markings of a large cat. Her eyes dipped downwards for a moment, as if expecting to see claws where his hooves should be, but those appeared decidedly equine. Interesting, she thought to herself, as her ears perked forward to catch the stream of questions which were suddenly thrust her way.
"I do not live here." She answered, her voice a neutral stream, sounding mildly academic as if she were teaching a lesson. "This place is not owned by anyone, at least none of the herds." She concluded, wondering if it was properly the property of the Gods or not. His reference to her appearance did not draw a comment from the demi-goddess. He was more or less correct, after all, but Isopia rarely spoke of her lineage unless it was absolutely necessary. Besides, it was possible to look as she did, without Godly lineage, wasn't it?
>>No, you special<< Hubris trilled lovingly into her mind, before hopping down onto one of the rocks and trilling a bright hello towards the bi-horned colt before him.
"I have met the Moon Goddess before as well." Isopia offered. "I owe my life to her."
Isopia's golden gaze looked around the veins for a moment, before she answered. "These lands are called the Veins of the Gods, so named for the lava that runs through the rocks here. It was once a beautiful place, until the God's wrath destroyed it, leaving only these crumbled shrines. It was here that Helovians could come to seek magic or power. At first, the Gods granted these requests, but soon the Helovians grew greedy and unappreciative. And so, the Gods destroyed these lands and for a time, would not come no matter who called to them." Isopia paused, her lecture-like voice coming to a halt for a moment before continuing. "But, they could not keep themselves away, and so, slowly, they returned. Now only some are answered, though many still come here to pray, hoping that the Gods decide to grant them an audience."
A charming look fell upon his small chocolate and black face. The woman was very nice to him and spoke with lecture like tons. Usually, he would turn away and trudge off, but her lecture was intriguing. The God lady spoke, and she had such great knowledge of this place. She told him how this place did not have a herd. Twisting his golden nubbed crown he squinted his eyes. Zubari could not understand how no one owned this place. His attention fell quickly from the God lady to her beautiful little flying thing. Oh! He has never seen something so amazing! Its wings looked of a unique leather feel, and it was bronze in color. The small shrill made the boy step closer to the amazing little creature. Bright golden eyes widened, and his nose reached out to sniff the muzzle of the little beast. "Wow! Hello to you too, I am sorry that I did not see you on your friends back. He was polite and kind to the little winged beast. Then golden eyes shot up to look at the lady. You must be special, I have never seen such an unusual, intriguing little creature before. What is his name if you do not mind me asking?" He chuckled brightly looking to the woman with a smile. It was so odd for Zubari to be excited about something, but his heart fluttered, and there was something unique about this pair.
Chocolate and black tones straightened up as she began to speak of the moon god. He held the silence in his tongue with expressive eyes hungry to know more. She then talked about the veins of the Gods. This was the place that his hooves stood in now. Death hinted and reared its head everywhere the boy looked. It was a dull boring like land. No life or light brightened the world around them. Quietly Zubari looked back to the God Lady and her little friend. Her words absorbed into his brain like a sponge. Leave it to the others to ruin everything. It would not surprise him if his father partook in the greediness she spoke about. His head nodded in agreement as she finished up everything that she had to say. "People always ruin everything. I do not understand why some had to be greedy. I feel like everyone always ask's the God's for everything, but they never ask if they need something. They have to have feelings too. It's not fair. Then again life is not fair, so I have been told" His shoulders shrugged slightly with a half grin."If the gods were so angry why did they not kill everyone?." He let his gaze fall to the ground. "Is the moon god kind? She seems to do a lot for my herd. I have never spoken with a god before, but I wonder what they are like. If you do not mind sharing your experiences; I would love to listen to them. If not, I guess I can head home. " A child like grin came to his face as his attention fell upon each shrine. "Talk."
zubari
"I’ll take my bow I won’t make a sound I whisper truce as the ashes hit the ground
Isopia blinked. For a moment the colt's exuberance and stream of questions made her think of Zero, and her heart clenched at the memory. She envisioned a time when they were both younger - and she at least, a great deal smaller. She remembered how they played and laughed and ran. How Zero's questions had never ended, and had been asked with the same joyful and interested expression she now saw on the young bi-horned unicorn's face. It made her soul ache for her friend and the way he made her feel lighter.
Hubris, always a fan of attention, trilled again and waved happily. He opened his jaws releasing a stream of ice, which he then promptly shocked with a burst of electricity. Bits of snow fell down from the stream and the smell of electricity filled the air, as Hubris clapped his clawed hands and grinned. "He is called Hubris." Isopia replied, not missing the irony of the bronze creature's display and what she had decided to call him so early on.
She ignored the boy's reference to her specialness. It wasn't that she necessarily disagreed--she obviously was special, in a sense--but moreso she simply did not wish to draw attention to her differences.
The demi-goddess' ears perked forward as the boy mentioned the lack of care for the Gods. In truth, Isopia was guilty of what he alleged: had she ever asked her Father how he was feeling? Very likely not, but then again, Isopia rarely asked that of anyone. But Mesec? Aithniel? Roskuld? She found it hard to believe any of her cousins asked about the well-fair of their parents. Perhaps the boy had a point.
"Perhaps it is because so many know that even where they to ask about the mental states of the Gods, there would be nothing that they could do to alleviate any of their suffering." She offered with a small shrug, not sure if she believed that herself.
His next question made her smile slightly, and though he was young, she did not curb her words. "Because they are also selfish. Without us, what would they do? They would have no herds to look after, no worshipers to praise. How would they fill their days? They need us just as we need them, though they rarely come out and say it. Some of them enjoy our company, but they also need it, too."
Was such a thing blasphemous to say? Isopia didn't care.
"The Moon Godess is ... fair." Isopia replied thoughtfully, thinking back to her previous interactions with the Goddess, and all that she knew of her. "And she is bold. She is not afraid to do what she needs to do, even when her decisions are unpopular. She is very clever, and I believe her when she says that she does what is in our best interest. Sometimes, because we are mortal, we do not know what is best for us. We are short sighted. The Gods are not as limited, and so sometimes their decisions seem cruel or unjust." Isopia shrugged, thinking of all those lives which the Goddess took. "But everything happens for a reason." She concluded, her golden eyes deep and confident.
You wake up every morning to face the same demons that left you so tired the night before. And that, my dear, is bravery.
In the wake of his mother's challenge, there is a new itching desire beneath his flesh that is only soothed by adventure into the wild unknown. The reality is too much for his mind to take, and the comforting familiarity of the World's Edge is quickly, unapologetically warped into a shadowed facade of its former beauty. Every kind face has become a monster in disguise, and so the hawk flees its nest for warmer climates and steadier horizons.
He finds them, in time. It is a long journey, and Gawen cannot help the self-conscious thought that whispers in the back of his mind, wondering if his mother notices his absence this time. If she cares that he has fled the herd land with no escort or protection. Even with his eyes opened to the monsters in the dark, Gawen cannot fear the wilds the same way he fears his herdmates. The earth was predictable, stable. The cycle of life did not scare him in the same way that the machinations and greed of man did. Gawen would rather face a hurricane than an acquaintance attempting to throw him from a cliff, as Toulouse had done to his mother.
When the hawk happens upon them, it's entirely by accident. Their voices - at least one - carry easily across the open rock to attract his dark ears. He wanders closer, curiosity gnawing at his young mind, trying to keep his hooves from clacking too loudly. He is aware that spying and listening in is impolite, but as the words clear from their muddled state as he ventures nearer, Gawen cannot help but soak up each word.
The colt is sure that he is in love with this mare, he thinks dumbly. She says things so clearly and concisely, it reminds him of Alysanne's herb lessons. Things Gawen had only dreamed of asking and having answered lay between the folds of her tongue, and he can't help how his voice lifts in question even as he draws himself forward into the fold of their attention. Revealing himself as having been spying. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what they think of him, because he needs to know. And the skull-marked mare had the answers he so desperately needed.
"Then why worship only one God?" he spits nervously, primaries curling desperately at his flanks as his blues focus upon Isopia's face. "None of them seem more powerful or important..." Gawen mumbles, the pressure of attention and outing himself like a numbing agent straight to the tongue. "Aren't they separate for balance? So one can't have more than the other. It's fair. But why do others choose only one god to follow? What does loyalty to one piece of a whole give in return, when we should care for the balance instead?" The words don't come easily to him as they do to Isopia - he simply doesn't have the vocabulary necessary to express himself, and the frustration is evident in his scrunched face. Gawen feels horribly inadequate trying to phrase questions that plague his mind endlessly. Should he follow the Goddess, because he lives in her lands? But the Earth is the giver of his plants and remedies, the stability of seasons and the circle of life that Gawen is so fascinated with. Already he is torn two ways, and he hasn't even heard about the other two adequately enough for it to weigh in on his decision.
"S-Sorry," he squeaks immediately as the realization of his interruption comes to mind, ducking his head and staring pointedly at his hooves. "I just...nobody ever has answers." His bright blue eyes glance over at Zubari, a somewhat familiar face from the Edge, wondering if he ever felt the same way.
Gawen didn't want stories and tales of fantastical feats and benevolent gods with magic and gifts. He wanted answers. He wanted the truth.
@Zubari@Isopia a little late because the tag didn't work when you first posted, hope it's okay he still pops in!
Magnificant! This dragon was truly a beautiful work of art. Golden eyes watched the creature sit up and wave to the boy with excitement. Chuckling brightly ice filled the air near him, and then it was quickly taken away by electric breath. "Wow!." Words but through chuckles of brightness. Maybe the world was not so bad after all. He was normally solemn and quiet keeping to himself, but personality exploded from his bright mind being around this goddess lady. Finally, he learned this little companions name " Hubris..." quietly his voice trailed off talking quietly. He did not know what that name meant, but he was curious to know."What does hubris mean?" Golden eyes peered through black tresses of his young mane. The boy realized something.
The goddess lady would not recognize that she was unique. For a moment his eyes squinted and looked at her wondering why she would not admit it. Everyone if special in their own way. If you do not accept yourself how could you receive others into your life? He did not expect her to talk about herself and immerse herself in a pool of pride. Zubari just wanted her to know she was special, whether she would accept it or not. He wanted to open his mouth and just tell her it is okay to be different but silence remained in the air. Perking his ears forward the woman began to answer his questions. "Hmm it is kinda like an upset parent. They tell their child everything is okay, but deep down their heart yearns for more. The child can not satisfy that need and want, so they simply do not confide that information. His shoulders shrugged slightly turning his attention to the veins pulsing with magma.
Golden eyes looked to the woman once she spoke again. Black tresses of his tail flicked at his legs. Turning his golden tipped skull, with a bright smile he looked at the dragon. What was the little creature thinking? Just for a second, he let his attention fall before quickly throwing back at the goddess lady. The God's needed them, interesting. He pondered on the questions she asked him. "So God's and mortals are puppets trapped in a cycle of dependence on each other. Without us, they do not exist, and without them, we do not flourish. We are codependent on each other. " Looking to the sky he waited to see what she would say about the moon god. Her answers filled the air and every crevis of his brain. The goddess was fair, intresting. It did not surprise him too much that she would do what she had to do. "So has she killed people before? Is going to the extreme of taking a life is worth anything? You did just say they need us, so if any god has killed that is not a very great way of getting support. Even if everything does happen for a reason. " With that said another arrived filled with more questions. The boy did have a point, but maybe it was not about worshiping one God. It was not like he did not worship the others, it is just the moon god looked over his herd. "Well I do not believe we worship just one God. Maybe people in that herd look to that leading God because they are supposed to help them succeed. That does not mean they can not worship other Gods. Like Moon God is going to protect us and help with our quests, so herd members follow her, but still, they respect and worship every other god. I believe each one has their own power, correct? I might be entirely wrong, but that is my thought. " He smiles softly to the other colt and looks to the God lady for the correct answer. Then it dawns on him; he does not know her name. "Excuse me ma'am, but I would like to know your name if you do not mind."
"Talk."
zubari
"I’ll take my bow I won’t make a sound I whisper truce as the ashes hit the ground
"Hubris can mean excessive pride, or defiance of the gods." Isopia answered, a rare and true smile parting her lips as she turned her bright golden stare to the bronzey dragon. Hubris, for all of his efforts to show off and amuse those around him, did not seem to possess the selfishness that true hubris required. "To him, it is just a set of syllables. For me, it is a reminder." She said, her voice low and almost nonchalance as she revealed this secret meaning behind the dragon's name. Had she ever told anyone that before? She didn't think she had.
"Yes, codependent, if you like." Isopia answered, quad-horned skull nodding in agreement to the boy's characterization of the relationship between Gods and mortals. She was almost certain the gods would disagree, even her father, but that did not make his words untrue. Was a king still a king, if he had no subjects over which to rule? Did the gods possess radical amounts of power with the frail mortal bodies, over which their strength was compared?
"Taking a life is not always extreme." Isopia mused, nodding towards the boy's hooves. "Think of how far you travel each day. Without wings, you must move on the ground. How many bugs and small creatures die beneath your hooves? How many seeds are destroyed, barring future life?" Her head shook and she tried to smile to indicate that her words were not meant as a criticism, but as a comfort. "Death is not always immediately meaningful or extreme, even if it does happen for a reason." Pausing, she winked towards the boy as he indicated that the god's actions did not seem particularly wise. "Don't mistake reasons with good reasons." She said with a chuckle.
At the sound of Gawen's voice, Isopia's head turned towards the cream and mud coloured boy. Questions rushed from his lips, and once again, Isopia was reminded of Zero and her heart longed and ached for him. "Favoritism and bias is most easily grown and cultivated when it is limited to one relationship." Isopia answered immediately. "Many who worship the Gods care little for balance or the prosperity of Helovia as a whole. They visit the shrines rarely to pray, but frequently to ask. Usually it is the God who aligns most clearly with their desires - whether it be political desires for power, or the base elements that comprise their magics - towards whom their attention is focused." Isopia's slender and tall shoulders shrugged as if unbothered by this answer.
"If balance was truly the answer, then surely the Gods would strive towards it as well. But they don't. They each guard a land, sometimes with hostility towards their kin. They ascend those that they favour." Again, Isopia's shoulders shrugged. Such was the way of this world.
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