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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.
Isopia stood, her golden eyes searching through the trees flickered with sunlight. It was the waiting that made her the most uneasy. The uncertainty of it all, not knowing who it was who she was supposed to meet. What would they be like? Would she know them? Would they say, but you hate everyone. What are you doing here? Then she'd only have until the crackle of the whip to explain.
Isopia swallowed hard.
Being sociable wasn't quite as easy as she thought..
On her back, Hubris patted her wither reassuringly. >>Not so bad<< He sang into her mind, playing with the red fold of her cape. His dexterous claws plucked away a few errant strings, before he smoothed the cloth back down, allowing it to trail elegantly down her shoulder. Isopia did nothing but stand there uneasily. Her magic trailed up her legs, rooting her (literally) into the ground. Moss and grasses trailed up her impossibly long limbs, stopping just short of her belly.
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
Already Erthë was beginning to wonder what ever she had been thinking when she signed up for this. It was not the sort of thing she usually did, and for once the novelty of the situation did not raise her spirits. On the contrary; as she looked around to find the matching tag that would reveal who her partner for the first round might be, her stomach crawled unpleasantly; the glowing butterflies that winged their way around the Grove as nothing to the riot that went on inside.
Most were older than her. Some looked to be the age of her own parents, if not more so, and there was an astonishing number of familiar faces among the pairings. It made her feel out of place, wishing that her coat were less pale, less visible - she wanted to crawl under a rock and not come out until this whole thing was over.
When she finally found the person she had been looking for, that feeling only intensified.
"Oh!" she mumbled nervously as she stopped before Isopia, "You're... here. Too. Hi!"
Gods this was awkward. Should she be glad that it was someone she knew, or mortified because she suddenly found herself on a date with a half-god, herd mate and almost sort of maybe friend?
At least there was no need for introductions.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
This was ... decidedly not who she had been expecting.
Isopia had just taken her name tag and walked off, not bothering to see who she was paired up. At the time she thought it didn't matter; this was all just a step twoards social normality, but now she wished she could go back and scan that list ... it wouldn't have changed anything, but at least she would have known. At least she would have been prepared.
"Homosexuality is quite normal in the wider animal kingdom." The demi-goddess blurted out, awkwardly and unhelpfully. She didn't feel uncomfortable about the girl-on-girl pairing, but perhaps Erthe might? Especially if it was a facet of herself she was trying to hide. On her back, Hubris cackled laughter. Isopia was terrible at this.
"Sorry. Hi Erthe. I've ... never done anything like this before." She concluded, swallowing hard. "What are we supposed to do?"
Perhaps it was better that she was paired with Erthe. At least they could skip over the formalities and whatnot ... but, what did that leave?
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
That was the first thing that came to mind for Isopia? Good gods, it made her own stuttering seem even more unintelligent, not to mention... more appropriate. Feeling her cheeks burn with the implication that they were... that they might... Damn, even finishing the thought was embarrassing. It was safe to say that Erthë had never given her own sexual identity much thought, because to be perfectly frank she had barely begun to take interest in romance beyond the puppy love, holding hands and giving flowers stage yet.
There had been one instant, in the past, where... But it was long ago, and she'd more or less forgotten about it. Right now she had to decide if - and in that case what - she should respond to the tall mare's blurted statement.
Luckily Isopia went on, seemingly as awkward in this situation as Erthë felt, and she skirted off with an indistinct murmur, relieved to instead deal with the part of the conversation she actually could answer.
"Eh, yeah, me neither... But I think we are supposed to... talk, mostly. Get to know each other, that sort of thing. Unless you'd rather do something else?"
She would be happy with anything, as long as it got them away from this awkward standing and staring part. Maybe grab a bite to eat... though she wasn't sure if she would actually be able to eat anything in this situation.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
Isopia felt her limbs seemingly go numb, as if filled with ice water. Something else? Did that mean...? Isopia supposed that it did. They were meant to be on a date of sorts, weren't they? And if Erthe wasn't up for talking, surely the something else could only be one thing?
Oh Gods. But then again, Isopia had realized that most of the things she despised or avoided, were normal things that she should be doing. Making friends, having conversations, not being such an anal twat all the time. So if she didn't feel comfortable with what Erthe was suggesting, then surely it was the sort of thing she should do? Given this new leaf she'd turned over?
Hubris fled from her back, unable to contain the amused trills wanted to escape his lips. This was simply too rich to interrupt.
Isopia, who only remembered her past interactions with Volterra because Hubris gave her her memories back, couldn't recall the sensation of physical pleasure, and yet she knew that was a large component of this dating thing. Of intimacy.
And that's what Erthe had meant, right?
"Like...this?" She asked, her academic and lecture-giving tone suddenly gone. As the words left her lips, her maroon and cream coloured wing extended towards Erthe's, meaning to trace the ever-so-slightly blueish tinge of her shoulder.
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
Perhaps she should have known better. After all, the very first real conversation she'd had with this person Erthë had bemoaned how infuriatingly literal she could be, taking every sentence and dissecting it until any trace of underlying meaning had blown up in your face and you were standing there looking like a fool.
Or well. Maybe it wouldn't have helped, because somehow the earth-colored woman was doing the exact opposite this evening and for some reason she chose to hone in on the very last thing Erthë could have meant. At least in her own mind. Because she was decidedly not prepared for this sudden intimacy, and it was made altogether more unexpected by Iso's sudden change in tone.
The touch of the wing was light, barely more than a tickle really but the young girl flinched and leaped back as though she had been slapped. Heat rushed to her cheeks with a dizzying whooshing sound, cheeks blushing so hard that there had to be bruises left the next morning. Mortified, when she finally realized how her careless suggestion must have sounded and feeling quite horrible about her own violent reaction, she heard herself stammering;
"NO n-no no no that was not what I meant! I meant eating food, or walking around, or anything other than... Not that it'd be anything wrong with that, you know, because I don't there's anything wrong with... I'm not saying we should - or that I don't want - but I didn't mean..."
Could horses blush? Well Erthë certainly was, enough that she was sure the whole grove had to see it (luminous, scarlet, a red beacon) and if ever there had been a time to suddenly come into the ability to sink into the ground, this was definitely the time to acquire it.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
02-09-2017, 07:44 PM (This post was last modified: 02-09-2017, 07:44 PM by Isopia.)
Although Isopia might similarly have leapt back with embarrassment, or tried to indicate that she'd actually been trying to do something else, she merely stood where she was, wing still partially outstretched.
Erthe mumbled a lot of words, and although Hubris' sudden mental hysterics suggested that Isopia had read the situation wrong, she actually didn't understand how she did.
She'd been told she was physically attractive. She was far larger than Erthe was, but she'd just sort of assumed that the typically approved of male-to-female ratio seen in heterosexual pairings, likely applied to homosexual ones as well. In short, she was clearly the boy. She was also ... well, in words that she would never ascribe to herself, someone of importance. A daughter of a God, a former leader. Those things mattered to some, right? She had magic..a dragon...She could be a little difficult to be around sometimes, but surely she wasn't too terrible.
She'd had Volterra after all, hadn't she? And he was as superficial as they come.
"Oh." She said simply, after a moment. Her wing gently retracted back towards her side, and her large honey-coloured eyes watched Erthe curiously for a moment. "I just thought..." Now it was her turn to be tongue-tied, although instead of just spluttering out sounds, she paused for a moment, blinking her great big eyes. "Anyone can walk or eat with anyone else. I thought what made this a date was -" She gestured with her wing, extending it to about half the distance she had before, but making no attempt to try and touch the girl again. Then she shrugged her shoulders and retracted the appendage, waiting for Erthe to correct her.
"And now I wish to God that The earth would turn cold And my heart would forget it's made of glass"
Still blushing furiously Erthë averted her eyes, feeling that she might not be able to bear looking straight at Isopia without screaming out loud or running away or... anything similarly drastic. Shaking her head, she drew a breath and tried to calm herself down, sensing that the tall mare withdrew her wing again.
"I don't think they meant for us to... you know.. with everyone here. It's a blind date even, not a... pleasure house."
Why, oh why was it so hard to speak about these things? Where were the words when she needed them, why couldn't she be as calm and composed as Isopia?
"Sorry for.. my reaction" she added, all while she pretended to be very interested by a tuft of flowers that grew just a bit away from her hoof. "I've never... never been close to anyone in that way, so if I overreacted.."
This really was not going well. Did anyone else notice? Were all the other couples having these kind of difficulties? Were there others who had jumped to the same conclusion as they had, and - here her cheeks flared again - had the proposition been accepted?
"I don't really know what to do either" she confessed, unwilling to stop talking; silence was her enemy tonight. "Is there anything you would like to do? Or know, or share..."
Smiling was hard, it felt like her face would split, though Erthë thought she managed something that wasn't just a grimace.
"And all the pretty tulips would disappear And never disturb me again"
Erthe says it isn't a pleasure house, and Isopia doesn't really understand what sort of criticism that's meant to be. Her head shakes slightly, knowing that Erthe won't want her to be difficult about things - about words - but not knowing how else to be.
"This.." She stops and then tries again. "This is supposed to be a thing, as I understand it. Dating, even a brief blind one, is supposed to be different from friendship or from any other casual encounter. If we just talk, what separates this from any other time I've interacted with you?"
Erthe asks if there's anything she'd like to share and Isopia only blinks. Silently Hubris encourages her to do just that, and the demigoddess submits to his suggestion. "I was with someone before ... I thought what we had was one thing, but he had that thing with so many others ... with someone in my family and it ruined things."
Only Zero and the magical tree and Roskuld and Volterra and Ophela knew this story. But now perhaps Erthe would too.
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