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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.
02-05-2017, 10:30 PM (This post was last modified: 02-05-2017, 10:30 PM by Kianzo.)
Black-rimmed ears were pinned flush with his skull as glittering, angry blue eyes that were as hard as cut gemstones stared out from the shadows. His magic clung as a cloud around his chest, darkening the already-lengthening early-evening shadows. The dark prince was angry. Kiada had hurt him deeply by her dalliance with Ru’in.
So he would make something else hurt.
To his dark, twisted mind (promoted both by his isolation and by Thranduil’s teachings), it seemed to be a perfectly natural law of nature. If you hurt, then enacting that hurt on another was not only right, but would help. Some how, some way.
He had found his victim: a lynx kitten. He had carefully watched it for a long while, ears perked and eyes sharp, looking for any sign of the mother. But the kitten was alone and silent, well-hidden beneath a fallen tree. Kianzo may have missed it, if not for Keusi’s sharp nose.
Anticipatory drool streamed from the hyena’s jowls, and a low thrum of excitement occasionally growled from her throat. Otherwise, she remained silent and crouched beside her bonded, waiting. Hyenas did not normally hunt live prey, they scavenged. But, with her bonded’s influence, Keusi was finding she liked the taste of fresh flesh.
The clouded ash at his chest suddenly exploded outward with snapping jaws, seeking to freeze the kitten for a moment as both he and Keusi stepped out of the shadows. The hyena let loose an eerie laugh as she sent out her own, Terrorize magic—though her sounds couldn’t entirely drown out the kitten’s pitiful and terrified mewls.
They were silenced for a moment, as Kianzo’s magic placed the kitten in suspended, frightened animation. His sharply spiraled horned head dropped down, intense blue eyes meeting the wide, terrified baby blues of the his prey. A cruel grin began to cross his face—
That was, it did until a sudden, white-hot pain slashed across his haunches. The mother lynx, returning for the evening to nurse her kit, came barreling in with fierce yowls and sharp claws. Her dangerous jaws snapped at the now-snarling Keusi—but the young, hunting pair was caught off-guard. They were too inexperience to contend with the quick ferocity, and both mother and kitten disappeared in the the night, growls left in their wake to warn Zo and his companion from following.
But Zo had no interest in following, he was too focused on the burning pain from the lynx’s bite wound. “Why did you let her sneak up on us, Si?” was his sharp, blaming rebuke of his companion. She responded only with a whining snarl of her own—her maw sported vivid-red slash marks from the lynx’s claws.
Once in awhile, when she had a spare moment, Alysanne would listen to and watch the animals that shared the World’s Edge with the herd. Although she was by far more interested in her own kind and plants as a general rule, she couldn’t deny that there was something fascinating about watching a mother bird feed for and care for her children. There seemed to be an awful lot of that going around lately - gentle reminders for Alysanne that everyone else seemed to be growing their family while she wasn’t.
But, she reminded herself, she had gotten some of her friends back - familiar faces were back in the Edge, ties and those who knew her before anger left a black ugly mark on her personality.
The point is, when Alysanne heard cries nearby - she recognized the sound of a lynx kitten. Any young animal in distress was cause for alarm and she quickly hurried towards it. What she was not expecting to see was Kianzo, his head lowered with the dangerous point of his horn pointing towards the kitten…
How like his father he looked in that moment.
She was moving toward him, halfway through a step, when to her horror the mother of the kitten came pouncing into action. Luckily, the lynx seemed more preoccupied with getting her child back and safe than rebuking the boy and his companion.
Just as the mother lynx was leaving the area, Alysanne arrived - her green eyes focused sharply on the colt. “Kianzo!” There was concern for his injuries, of course, but Alysanne couldn’t shake the image of what Kianzo had been appearing to do and so it wasn’t concern that came out of her mouth first but confusion and accusation. “What were you doing to that kitten?”
02-25-2017, 10:48 AM (This post was last modified: 02-25-2017, 10:48 AM by Kianzo.)
“Kianzo!”
Dark-rimmed ears flicked backwards, eyes snapped towards the sharp rebuke and accusing eyes of the quickly approaching Devoted. His jaw clenched, an irritated snarl from Keusi’s slashed muzzle making his inner annoyance known aloud, beyond this hard glitter of his bright blue gaze.
His brow creased as a scowl stole across his face—caught red handedhoofed, and in the middle of his failure at that! Add this to his current, perceived loss of his sibling, and this was quickly spiraling into a dark and dangerous part of the dark prince’s life.
“Nothing that concerns you,” was his quiet, deep, and curt reply to the Queen’s meddling inquiry. Though the colt had a respect and awe of power, that did not extend to those who held power; and with his father being the King, he felt no need for obsequious behavior towards the Devoted monarch. “You used to be a Moon Doctor—heal that, would you?” His deep voice was made sharp with the pain of the deep bite wound his long horn motioned towards, low on his haunch.
@Alysanne I figured Tembovu would've taught him a little about the Edge, so he'd know Aly was a Moon Dr before Queen. If that's not okay, lmk and I can change it!
Alysanne pursed her dark lips at the growl from the hyena that was chased with scowl and some curt words by the young colt. She had been spoken like that before, by a young Naerys, and it was considerably more tolerable coming from one of her own children. Perhaps coming to live in the Edge had not done Rexann’s children a world of good. Kiada still seemed as sweet as Alysanne remembered her, but Kianzo…
Hemlock was already preparing to flutter down and do what he could to help with Kianzo’s injury when Alysanne stilled him with a quiet thought. The only quiet thought going through her mind at that moment, because the rest was a storm. Of course her first instinct was to heal him, that would always be her initial gut reaction, but she couldn’t shake the sound of the kitten’s cries.
The healing wound on her chest began to itch but she refrained from bending her head to rub at it - keeping her attention on the pair before her and trying to figure out how to reply to his demand for healing. The voice of the Moon Goddess, reminding her none-too-gently about her quest, was just an echo in the back of her mind, drowned out by her confusion over the present moment.
Why had he been trying to hurt the kitten? It didn’t make any sense to her. But he didn’t deny it, didn’t say she had misunderstood. She couldn’t actually bring herself to say the word ‘No’, though. To verbally refuse the healing was too much even if she was, essentially, doing just that anyway.
In the end, she shook her head slightly but kept her concerned gaze focused on the colt. She took care to make her voice soft when she continued to speak, still hoping that this was all a misunderstanding and they could send for a healer who had magic. “It concerns me greatly how you received your injuries, young Kianzo. Especially if you gained them by being a bully.” Helovia cared little about titles of prince and princess she had learned - so she didn’t think of Kianzo as such. She didn’t need to, really, because she held all foals in high regards. And she had never had her natural love for them betrayed like this before. “You could have killed that young kit, do you have any remorse?”
02-26-2017, 12:54 PM (This post was last modified: 02-26-2017, 12:55 PM by Kianzo.)
“A 'bully'?” despite Kianzo’s need for healing from the Devoted, he cannot help the scoff that is his parroting the juvenile-sounding word. Kiada is far superior at wily smiles and gaining the trust of others; this is not Kianzo’s forte in the slightest. (The thought of Kiada sent him spiraling back into an even more sour mood.)
To him, the idea of a ‘bully’ was created by victims too weak to stand up for themselves. Pitiful beings that did not aspire for greatness nor covet power how he did—and such creatures should not be able to place labels on those more powerful than they. So his eyes narrowed and teeth grit slightly at the term.
However, his ears slowly slipped forward at her next question—about remorse. Remorse was a new sensation for the colt, to be sure; he had only felt it after his fight with Kiada, right before Kaos had made himself known. It was a new sensation, one that he was quickly learning to despise; it made him feel weak, sapped of any strength. Even his magic was more difficult to use, command, and control when he felt it.
So, he testily (and perhaps slightly sarcastically) answered her with, “Remorse? Sure, I can have as much remorse as you want me to.” His sharp blue gaze boldly met hers, defiant and daring; waiting to see if she’d heal him. He felt Keusi toy with her own, newly found magic; but the dark prince made her wait. Petulantly, the hyena turned her hungry, dangerous gaze towards the Devoted's owl, soft pink tongue absently-minded licking her chops as she waited.
Hemlock felt the gaze of the hyena and ruffled his feathers on the branch that he was perched on - his black eyes narrowing. Though he might be a small owl, he wasn’t (totally) afraid of the creature that looked as though she wanted to eat him with one gulp. He was imagining what it would be like for his small talons to rip out those ugly eyes of hers.
Alysanne’s ears shot backwards, both in response to Kianzo’s words and to the incredibly violent images coming from her companion. “Showing remorse because I want you to isn’t the point.” How much was Alysanne overstepping to lecture the little colt? Would he go and run his father, and then she would have to deal with the angry Elephant King? The idea didn’t exactly phase her, she had faced his wrath before and it had only awakened her own. She didn’t fear Tembovu but she also did not want to cause any unnecessary strife between them when they had been doing better lately. “Either you feel it or you don’t, and I think it’s very clear that you don’t.”
Her next words were spoken even more softly, without some of the strength of the previous ones. She could feel her stomach twisting as she said them and hoped she could at least mask her indecision and guilt long enough to appear like a stern, level-headed adult. “What you were doing was wrong Kianzo and you paid the price for it. Your wounds will heal on their own and perhaps they will remind you not to pick on those smaller and weaker than you.” She didn’t expect any of her words to actually resonate with the stubborn, cruel little boy but she wasn’t about to give up - and she wouldn’t, from this day on, give up on him either. One day, she hoped, he would understand.
Keusi saw the small own’s teeny eyes narrow at him—and she barked an eerie laugh, her sharp jowls snapping open and close as a bit of drool gleamed amid her shearing teeth. The little raptor had spunk; that always made it so much more fun during the kill.
Kianzo, however, shook his head slightly to clear it of his companion’s predatory thoughts, his own attention needing to be focused on the battle of wills he was having with his Queen (or, at least to his adolescent mind, it appeared to be a battle of wills).
“Either you feel it or you don’t, and I think it’s very clear that you don’t.”
Sharp gaze narrowed and his perked ears went flush with his skull once again—only this time there was more than a hint of malice in his blacked-masked face. “Oh, so you’re as good at reading minds as you are at lecturing?” his deep voice was quiet, words flat and statement-like rather than questioning like their actually meaning implied.
His stare was unwavering, challenging—how could this mare know he held no remorse in his heart? Perhaps not for the useless lynx kit that was now safely reunited with its mother; but he assuredly felt remorse for his actions: both in remaining away from his family for so long and for his harsh actions with Kiada.
Black and white tail swatted sharply at his hocks in irritation as the blood trickled down from the deep bite wound on his haunch. Then he simply said, “You’re right, perhaps I should pick on someone older. Thanks for the lesson, Devoted,” and with a slight nod to Keusi, the hyena unleashed her Terrorize magic on the Queen while Kianzo turned to fade in to the mists and shadows, wishing to be alone with himself, his companion, and his gleeful demons.
It would be a lie to say that there was no shame in his chest as he tried to leave—but it was well hidden beneath the raucous excitement of his magic and demons.