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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.
02-06-2017, 10:34 AM (This post was last modified: 02-21-2017, 06:32 AM by Tilney.)
Tilney
Aiya Anor, Elenion Ancalima!
Live birdsong had accompanied the ginger stag's every foot fall to the Blood Falls, though the chirps and wingbeats of birds were not the only music on the air.
The wondrous cooing that seemed to constantly fall from his daughter's lips followed his own humming, resulting in a kind and agreeable chorus that would please any lucky enough to witness it. It was these moments that Tilney most treasured - the times he spent on adventures with the one's he loved deeply, the ones who returned that love and expected nought in return.
Peatree, who by now had accumulated most of his wingspan flew far ahead, sometimes prefering to disapear into the clouds in pursuit of songbirds to chase, for Tilney and Maude travelled far too slow for the swooping and gliding megabat.
Occasionally the chiroptera would land upon Tilneys antlers or even attempt to nestle upon the tines that grew from Maudes own skull, but usually found them far too short to balance on.
The red trees began far before any hint of a waterfall made itself known, and before long they stepped through a world of red. When the rush and push of water was heard among the sussurrus and general psithurism of the canopy, tilney knew they were close. "This way my love" He uttered to his smaller companion, one who it seemed was not so small any more.
She was nearing one year old, her head bobbing now at the height of his wither.
clambering over an embankment and stepping up upon a rock Tilney beheld the Blood Falls, majestic as it was quiet. No one ever ventured here, or so it seemed.
With a green glance back to Maude, a smile springing fomr his lips the gentleman stepped form the boulder on which he stood and paced towards the water's edge, dipping his nose in to taste the red water.
The wild red wood in which she and Katua had met a demon is the surprise locale to which she has been brought on this excursion from the Edge. Hopeful that this time, the adventure will be purely positive, unlike the last, which had been a simple ruse to tell her his dark secrets where others couldn’t overhear, the filly cheerfully follows alongside her father, humming and singing songs about the flowers, which had returned to Helovia with the spring.
“Daisy, lily, pansy, rose,
all the pretty flowers grow!
The spring has come to shine,
warm, bright, and divine!
The Earth’s season, abloom,
disperses winter’s gloom,
and each tree limb renews
green leaves, damp with dew.
Ivy, primrose, magnolia, mum,
fed by cool rains which come
on windy Birdsong breeze,
and snow, melted with ease!”
Traipsing through a puddle after her father with a giggle which denotes the end of her song, she eyes his decision to drink from the red water with some measure of uncertainty. What made it red? She wonders, stepping closer to the edge of the waterfall’s collected pool, her eyes broad with curiosity, and her steps high, and slow. Smelling the water before she drinks, she exhales and watches the ripples disperse the all together normal smelling water, before she drinks some herself.
It’s still cold from the chilly realms from which the Falls are fed, but very crisp, and clean. Used to the earthy flavor of the Edge’s rivers, the spring fed pool she sups from is delightfully flavorless, with a peculiarly pleasant aftertaste. Sighing contentedly, she drinks until she is full, before curiously splashing deeper into the water, her eyes still too busy watching the pretty, crimson foliage overhead to notice the rubies at her hooves.
“It’s pretty here, daddy!” she calls over to him, pivoting around in the shallows, and looking at the waterfall, and trees, “why are all the plants red, though?”
The flaxen father happily hummed along to Maude's tune, his heart warm and full from the company and radiance little Maude provided. How such a small thing, one with so much to learn and so many mistakes to make could create such a feeling was beyond him, though, it was something he daren't think about. What those mistakes would be frightened him deeply still, and the fact that she neared her first birthday was just as fearsome to his as was exciting.
Her chirps filled the air once again as he waded into the red water though steering clear of any drop-offs or great depths. The water tread as far as his knees at most, and that was as far in as he would go. "It is pretty" He agreed, his contrasting eyes fixing around the abnormal area. "Though, I am not sure why it is all red. Perhaps it's just the leaves above?"
Quizzically he observed the canopy and how the little light he could see outside remained blue and pure, yet any touched by the vibrant leaves were filtered through as red.
Pea fluttered up and out of vision, skipping between the sanguine reaches of the canopy and into the refreshing air above. 'sky!' was chirped between their bond. 'blue!'.
Turning to face Maude, wading his hooves through the water and stopping a small number of yards from her Tilney spoke again. "Are you excited for your birthday?" He asked her, a grand smile lighting up his face. Perhaps he also wished to ask her if she was excited to meet her brothers; he had met Byron and he wished to tell her all about him. Little did he know that she had also had the pleasure.
Jude was a great mystery still. It caused a drastic worry to arise within tilney's tender heart whenever his thoughts drifted to him.
That her father does not know why the forest is red does not particularly bother her. Though, as a small child, she might have kept inquiring as to why, the growing doe has slowly come to understand that there are many things that no one knows, and that, also, it was somewhat rude to expect others to know all the answers to wished to hear. Sometimes, Maude had woefully begun to accept, you simply had to carry on not knowing.
Maybe it would make finally finding out why that much better… she consoles herself. Besides, why did it matter? It was just regular water, and it was pretty, and serene, and it wasn’t as if the purpose of its coloration would change those facts.
The child does not think of blood when she gazed into the depths of the rippling pool, like many who had seen suffering might; instead, she sees the rubies, sparkling in the sun which pierces from above, and the shimmering dance of those golden beams moving through the waterfall fed waters. Trailing her legs through it, enjoying the sensation of it ebbing and rippling about her ankles, the doll looks up towards her father with a smile that creases lines into her ginger muzzle when he asks her if she was excited about her birthday.
“Oh, yes!” she exclaims, just sure that it would be the best day ever, even though she had never had a birthday before (that she really remembered, anyway), “what are birthdays even like?”
Her excitement only caused his smile to grow, his pale hooves skimming the water's surface in yonderly contemplation. Her quabbling questions were so juvenile, so simple, the definition of purity. Maude was so unspoilt; how long would it last? There were only a small number of women he'd ever met who'd managed to maintain such a purity into adulthood, and while it was a quality that he certainly had never seen in Arah or himself, it was one he would always associate with dear Maude. Who would be the one to corrupt her? Who would shatter pureness itself?
Swirling mind full of other's thoughts as usual, Tilney shook the sadness from his melancholy head. Maude had asked a question, and he had left her waiting for an answer for what had perhaps seemed like an eternity to her year old self.
"Birthdays? Oh they can be exciting for some, sad for others" He spoke; always truthfully. "My birthday won't be very exciting. I'll be seven times the age of you, and that makes me feel old" He snorted, an airy chuckle exploding through his nares.
Peatree had caught sight of a school of fish closer to the actual waterfall, and with a vibrant squeak had attempted to shoot into the water to fish one out. Squinting, Tilney paused in his step as he questioned his bonded's actions. 'Fruit bats dont eat fish...'.
Regardless, the soaked bat emerged from the water's surface as buoyant as a leaf. There was naught he could do to escape the water now, so as he srifted downstream in the calm waters, Tilney reached in with his crown and allowed the chiropeta to clamber aboard.
Maude does not notice her father’s somberness, her spring eyes wide with wonder, pale tresses swaying happily behind her in slow, easy arcs as she looks around. She occasionally bursts forth two or three paces in a canter, giggling at the sensation of the water splashing against her belly, and the sight of the pure, crystalline water rising into miniature peaks over the glimmer of the rubies below. Otherwise, her eyes are above, on the crimson canopy, and how the wind gently sways the branches, revealing sparkling glimmers of golden sunlight, that pierce white and silver ripples all through the pool, or they rove to the falls, themselves.
Might, is what she sees, and natural grace; how all things came to where they were meant to be, as they were meant to be, however, will come to her much later in life, when the lessons her father fears so much for her tender heart to trespass upon have left their necessary scars. Like a tree, she could only be a tender, green sprout for so long. At some point, the supple sapling must grow bark and become wood, or it would collapse under the weight of itself, in time.
So to, must Maude – but not today, or tomorrow.
But…
In its own time, as all things come.
Her laughter trills at the sight of Peatree chasing the fish, her gaze following his playfully drifting body all the way back to her father, that precious innocence flooding her entire being as she bouncily makes her way towards them, to nuzzle her muzzle into the familiar strands of his cream mane.
"You’re not old, daddy," she promises him, stepping back to smile up at his handsome, cherished face with all the love she can muster, "you’re just… uh, father age! That’s all. It would be weird if you were a kid too, I think."
Maude
How should we like it if the stars were to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.
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