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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.
They had nice grass, he had to give them that. It was difficult to come by, but after a slow journey up a narrow path, he'd found a delightful plateau of snow dusted green. Since arriving in Helovia a few weeks ago, he had gradually began to put on some much needed weight. While his belly was always substantial, even now his ribs were just below the surface of his shaggy, unkempt coat. As he grazed, there was almost a frantic feel about it as he nudged the white from the surface to take large mouthfuls out of the delicious buffet that surrounded him. His large ears swiveled constantly, the knowledge that this place was laden with other equines heavy in his mind. Good grass indeed, but far too over populated.
Honestly, Nero wasn't exactly sure why he remained here. So far he'd come across more horses in one meeting then he'd conversed with in years. Perhaps it was common sense, to stay in a land that clearly had enough. That didn't strike him as exactly true though. After all, he knew of places south, north, east of here (he wasn't quite sure) that would have plenty, too, and plenty of alone time as well. In truth, it could have been Romina haunting him. He wanted to know what had happened to her, and by staying in Helovia, he was increasing his chances of meeting the outer-worldly foal again. It made him sick to think of all the harm that could come to her. That being said, he hadn't yet met anyone openly violent- he was starting to think they were more the stabbing in the back type of people. The amount of different horses that'd left scents was overwhelming, and out of all of them he was sure there'd be a good handful that were downright terrifying.
Not that a stallion as big as he would find another horse terrifying! Of course not. He snorted to himself, regretting it instantly as it caused a flurry of snow to settle on his snout. Blah. He shook his head. He absolutely loathed winter, disliked summer, and wasn't a fan of autumn either. Spring was alright, he guessed- a bit warm, but not too hot, plenty of food... The plain brute sighed loudly, shaking off his pigeon-like wings as another light sprinkling of cold settled on the mottled feathers. His mustard optics scanned the flat land, and still finding it empty other then himself, he settled back to filling his belly. Other then the temperature, it was alright here. Perhaps few horses came here and he could make a little makeshift home for himself, not that he strictly needed one.
Although all his life he'd just wandered, by nature he was fairly lazy, and the idea of not having to walk too far every day was quite pleasant. He would, of course, have to find a water source, but with grass so lush he doubted it would be far off. Even on this winters day the sky was clear and bright. If another horse entered he'd also be able to see them pretty clearly. Silently pleased with himself, the draft stag dropped to the ground with a groan, the motion clumsy. Most of what he did looked ungainly- from galloping to flying, he looked oddly proportioned and laughable. He didn't let it bother him anymore, or at least that's what he told himself.
It was one of the few things she could remember since having her memories stolen away, thunderstorm winds ripping at her wings and sending her tumbling down into the arms of Helovia once more. Though she had naught any idea of her life in those lands before, she was slowly becoming reacquainted with each territory and the faces of new and old. Her past was a muddled thing that was crystal clear up to a certain point--the most important point since escaping the chains of the unicorns. She once had a place there, in the god-run lands, friends, goals to accomplish... But the murders drove her away and the storm made sure she could never again remember all that she became.
She tried to get them back, those pieces of information that tied her to others, but she failed. She ran.
She gave up.
And so instead she spent her time retracing the places she had recently been, committing each place and face to a then clean-slate mind. Much to her chagrin it seemed every where she went she was met by a horned, forced to strike up conversation and keep herself put when really she wanted to take flight and spend her days in solitude. (Solitude? No, not really, just free of her fears.) So the waving grasses took her into their arms once more and swallowed her whole as she wandered through the green tendrils, wings drooping against her sides in that rare moment of bliss. No horned, no disaster; simply her and the open field and a sense of wholeness. It were times like those that she forgot about her misery and felt okay. She didn't know how long the feeling would last, but she held it near and clung tightly. She was a shell of her former self that she was trying to rebuild.
Golden eyes soon landed on the form of another, starry body perking up at the sight of wings. Finally, another like her. One she needn't be afraid of. Slight excitement coursed through her veins and she wandered closer to the male, who seemed quite preoccupied with the lush grasses at his hooves. She laughed lightly in his direction upon seeing the fluff of snow embrace his nose, but quickly snuffed the giggle out before he thought of her as rude. He lowered himself before she finished approaching; she stood close yet far enough to warrant a respectable distance, bowing her head in greeting. "Hello. I am Serenity." Her voice was bright as the day, light as the breezes that teased their manes. The end of frostfall befell them (not that she knew the names of the seasons) and the spring would soon show itself to all. Gazing down upon him she let a soft smile cross her lips, unsure whether she wanted to follow suit or keep to her standing position.
01-04-2017, 08:29 PM (This post was last modified: 01-04-2017, 08:30 PM by Nero.)
Just as he had begun to allow himself to relax on the ground, stretching his neck out with a content little sound, he discovered he wasn't alone. Fuck. Getting up was always a slow process for the heavy horse with shorter then proportional legs. He laid his ears back on his large skull and peered as menacingly as he could towards the incoming figure. They definitely had the upper hand, with he on the ground, struggling to get his feet underneath him. With a final Goliath effort he managed to heave himself onto all four hooves. He cursed himself for not being watchful- but, he thought as he looked over the newcomer, at least it was a mare.
He didn't particularly enjoy the company of mares, nor anyone, but at least they tended to be less aggressive then other stallions. Usually they were also smaller and slighter. This one proved to be considerably smaller then the 16.3 brute, which made him relax a tad. He could not help but feel a hot sweep of embarrassment that she had watched him struggle, which in turn made him quite angry. His tail whipped angrily against his multi-hued rump, and his neck arched as he walked a few steps closer. She was yet another oddly coloured horse that made him feel awfully dull in comparison- a golden coat that gleamed, with blue tips, a similar pattern to his own but much, much more striking.
The stag couldn't help but feel so resentful towards all these pretty horses, and that weakness irked him greatly. Why should it matter that he wasn't a shining visage? It wasn't like he wanted to be with anyone other then himself. Perhaps it was envy? Secretly, he had always blamed his misfortunes on his lack of impressive image. If he had a coat like that... He shrugged the thought off as nonsense. His head had been messing with him of late. The brutes flat yellow eyes scanned over her wings absent-mindedly. There wasn't a particular species that had been any kinder to him then the rest, and thus, his prejudices were none (or all). Nero was under the impression they were all pretty much the same in their core, regardless of whatever extra appendages they carried.
Nero was unsure how to deal with all these conversations. Ninety percent of him screamed to scare her away, which he was sure wouldn't be too difficult, but that ten percent wondered if his aggression was going to become extremely tedious, what with how many horses there were around. So far no one had actually tried to harm him, which was miracle in itself, and he wondered if this lack of aggression was due to such a highly populated terrain. He guessed there was no point in being territorial when it would lead to so many fights, so often. That was something he was going to have to ponder on. With this new concept in the forefront of his brain, the stag stood a somewhat friendly distance away. His pins were still against his neck, but other then appearing grumpy, Nero's body language was neutral. "Nero. Why are you here?" His tone was flat, and not particularly welcoming, but not threatening, either.
If she had known about what he thought--the desire to have a coat like hers, the stars glittering lightly against her navy and gold body--she would have laughed. Little did he know about the tortures she endured because of such, a thing she couldn't control. If she had a choice, she wouldn't want the flashy, unique coloration or the softly twinkling markings. She was stolen and sold into slavery because of it; that, despite all the world had taken away from her, was never something she could forget. The only thing it had accomplished was to make her scared, afraid of all with horns like the unicorns that slipped her into their chains. It was a mark she would forever carry with her, unsure if the fear would ever leave her heart.
So, for the time spent between then and where she was at that moment, she sought only the plain or winged company; she wasn't quite ready to face her nightmares.
She supposed such was shown quite clearly with her abandonment of retrieving her memories.
She hadn't quite expected the unwelcoming the stallion had given her. She watched his pinned ears and his effort to get up; had she made him feel like he needed to stand, to protect himself from her? That was also a thought she would have brushed away with a laugh, for surely she could not even harm a fly. She was built delicately and though used to toiling under a brutal sun for hours without rest, she knew nothing of fighting. Yet the rather displeased man did not deter her from staying near, gazing upon him with a certain curiosity in her golden eyes. She surely was biased, as though if a unicorn had dared to regard her as such she would have turned and taken flight--but being only another with wings, she didn't fear any physically rebuttal from him.
She merely left a wry smile on her lips at his attitude, standing back and cocking one hoof while she rested there. "My, you know how to draw one in for company." Her voice was teasing, light. She found herself to be in good spirits, and she definitely wasn't going to let the feeling go easily. Her gold-tipped ears were kept forward whereas his sat flatly against his skull. "I came to explore these lands; is one not allowed to stop for a hello with a stranger?" It was clear that he was in a foul mood, but she knew it couldn't have anything to do with her. They had just met, after all, and she had but spoken her name.
She tentatively took some steps forward to reach her neck out, muzzle extended to him in greeting. She held her breath, wondering if he would accept the gesture.
serenity is actually tamme's original design/character and i ended up adopting her! but yes she's based on firefly and after i watched it myself i ended up falling in love with it too c: @nero
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Nero thought it was interesting that she was not as easily intimidated as he thought she would be, or rather, not as easily intimidated as he would have been in her shoes. If he was fifteen hands and slight, even a blade of grass would frighten him. In fact, if he was her size, he wondered if he'd even have survived at all. He might be but not in the kind of existence that was pleasant, he guessed, a trodden down and bruised horse on the lowest totem pole in his old herd. He would never have had the self confidence to leave alive. Even when he had left (or been cast out, but it mattered not), for weeks he'd struggled with injuries that almost led him to lay down and give up. It was only stubbornness that kept him hanging on.
When the mare spoke, his gaze focused from the glazed look that was apparent in the distracted. He spent most of his time in his head, rolling ideas and thoughts about, self analyzing himself to the core. It was a great way to keep preoccupied and avoid thinking about the fact he had no real purpose or goal. Not that he really needed one- no one's existence was really important, no matter what they achieved. Serenity's upbeat voice bordered on mocking, and his muzzle wrinkled slightly, annoyance buzzing in his mind. When he replayed what she said, however, he recognized it as joking and relaxed slightly. His lip twitched as if to echo her smile but he thought better of it. "That's not exactly my goal." There was a pinch of amusement in his tone, but his ears never shifted forwards.
After years of experiencing nothing but anger, fear, betrayal, in the company of others, Nero was confused by how little these emotions seemed to be surfacing of late in Helovia. Apart from in the Threshold, where he did not at all enjoy the company of a few, such worrisome encounters had been lacking. It was... Confusing. It had been so long since he'd felt anything close to enjoyment and yet this was the second time where he felt amused by someone other then himself in a few weeks. "One can do whatever they please, but not all strangers are friendly." His tone was fairly neutral, and for some reason he hoped that didn't sound too threatening... Just like how he had tiptoed around the filly in the Threshold. He tried a smile, but upon finding it stiff, let it drop.
The mare started to walk towards him. Confused, he took a few steps back, letting out a little huff of air. He couldn't help but allow his ears to flick forwards as he stopped, letting her approach. Even so, all his weight was in his hind legs, stiff and ready to attack or flee if she did something to worry him. It seemed she wanted to greet him in a way he had never himself been greeted, just seen from afar. It was a friendly gesture. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Why did she want his company? Tentatively he stretched his much larger nose towards her, bumping it cautiously against hers, snorting slightly and rushing back to a safer distance. How odd.
notes; @Serenity Oh awesome! I love Firefly. Apologies for the weird horse.
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