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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, 03:29 PM (This post was last modified: 02-06-2017, 03:50 PM by Random Event.)
Random Event
The zephyr had been present in Helovia before. Sent on a mission of greed, the massive arctic bird had brought Frostfall further than had always been intended. Here, in the Blood Falls, however, the wintry king was sent on another mission.
Lenaaaaaaaa the wind seemed to hiss the name, but the sound was still enticing. The massive zephyr flapped his large wings, snow and ice falling to freeze the single fall he hovered above. Talons stretched out as the king landed on the stone edge, the frozen, bloodied water glimmering as the light from the Birdsong sun danced off it. The sun's rays could not combat the winter the creature brought with him here, though it tried. Leeeeeeennnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, the wind seemed to hiss again, though none would be able to hear it except for the woman herself. The one known as the Songbird, alone in this moment, was being called by the king of winter himself--though there was something greater to be revealed. Around him, the world seemed to dance in his splendor. The trees dotted among the area waved their branches, the leaves dancing and whistling as a cool wind moved through.
The zephyr folded his wings against his sides, and lowered his regal beak toward the frozen waterfall. Moving from the safety and security of his massive, crested head, was a dainty fairy. Her skin was as ice blue as the bird itself. Stepping with bare feet on the cold stones, the fairy turned and pressed her hand against the massive zephyr's cheek. "Thank you, my king." She said, and the zephyr clicked his beak. Lifting massive wings once more, the behemoth took to the skies. The fairy turned on her heels, looking out over the frozen waterfall. White tendrils of hair fell around her naked shoulders, and the wind called out once more: Leeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
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Her dreams were restless, persistent, and unwinding – a message from another world, another time, another place, capturing her name on its wintry lips Leeeeena, neither dark nor light, and she grimaced against the onslaught. For a few moments she fought the summoning entirely, not waking, forcefully shielding her eyes from the bright light beyond, morning dew and spring vestiges, shirking its power to listen to anything else. But it was in the wind, in the trees, in the air, shuffling and courting, murmuring and screaming and shouting and hissing all around her, until she was pulled almost entirely upright, an invisible, intangible hold underneath her chin, a billowing art of beckons and siren calls stroking her ears. The Songbird’s eyes opened, wide, but stalwart and valorous, believing it to be naught more than a mirage, a ghost, a phantom, wandering along the great plains, dancing in eerie, merry delight, intending to pull her into damnation and oblivion.
Imogen shook her head though, too wise, too knowing, pacing outside the cave’s aperture, into the brilliant rays of sunlight, chirping glorious tunes between their graces. Even if she couldn’t hear the noise, the refrain, the constant chants, she was still a part of the seraph, a portion of her wondrous soul. It’s okay! She waved her tails, she arched her cunning brows, and she pranced into the void, drawn by the clarity, the tenacious endeavors – so Lena did too, in a trance, entrenched in the veritable warren and labyrinths.
They left the safety of the mountains, told not a single soul of their sojourn. The mender was spellbound, the kitsune was ecstatic, and the world seemed to shift into nothing more than columns of wintry white again – she wouldn’t have recognized the Blood Falls with its frozen pillar, with its dazzling arrays of powder and ice. All the while, the wind kept calling, insisting, tugging her forward into the enigmatic beyond, and she couldn’t resist, entirely enticed, tempted, besotted into the grandeur of opulence and intrigue, limbs moving of their own accord, muscles stretched into longer movements and cascades, a minuet, a cavalcade, a series of motions riddled with song.
Then her eyes lingered upon the stranger in the midst, standing right before her with naught but ivory, a fairy, a fey – like one of her own, cast into chilling elements (perhaps her’s, a witch sent from caverns of rime and avalanches). Lena didn’t know what to do, couldn’t fathom why she’d been brought here, why she’d been serenaded by the sharp wails of the breeze or the diligence of the snowy tides, so when her mouth opened, when her breath loomed, when her voice ignited, it was in an intrigued bounty of melody and harmony, sent in a lilting strain towards the whimsical essence. “Did you have need of me?” She whispered too, hesitant to destroy the atmosphere, believing there’d been a mistake, gaze settling on other portions of the realm, looking for more strangers, more rightful beasts to come out of the haunted woodwork.
her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
This particular fairy was quite patient. When Lena took her time arrive to the call, the small spirit was not phased. She spent her time touching plants and freezing them into beautiful, solid ice statues. All around her voice danced as she trailed along the frozen waterfall, freezing flowers and leaves and blades of grass all the while serenading herself to keep from boredom.
When Lena did enter the fay's field of vision, and asked her question, she had the sprite's full attention. "Oh, my dear Lena," She hardly whispered, her voice somehow youthful and wise all in one. Upon her back, tiny wings fluttered and lifted the sprite into the air. The blue-skinned fairy moved to the bay's side, reaching out and ice-cold hand to touch Lena's horn. "It is less of having need of you, than you having need of me."
The fay grinned, wide and unabashed, and her cerulean eyes twinkled with mischievous delight. There was something the fairy would need of Lena, but it was so simple the Songbird would excel.
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She waited for the resolution, for the announcement, for plagues or phantoms to come bursting out of the confines, eyes poised, careful, watching, uncertain of Imogen’s delight, of the whisper serenading from the fairy’s lips. But as her hand, as her fingers, cold, unrelenting, like the mountains she roamed, like the summits she climbed, like the chilling, hallowed world she served, touched upon her horn, she felt strangely at ease, at peace, in repose. The Songbird couldn’t ascertain the serenity, the tangible tranquility blossomed and bloomed from the eaves of the unknown, but it washed through her just the same, releasing the breath she’d been holding, dancing across the threshold of her heart. Nothing to fear, Imogen assured her, right all along, silly chirps and enigmatic grins following in the kitsune’s wake. Perhaps it was the mischief, the delight, swirling within the fey’s eyes (something Lena would’ve sparked, would’ve incensed, long ago, before wars and persecutions, before worlds turned and burned), drawing her into relief and composure. Maybe it was the wide grin the Mender returned, urged, enticed, tempted to revere the reason why she’d have need of the winged belle. “Do I?” She whispered, head tilted, curious, not understanding the full depths of anything she required – her needs had always been met by the gracious acts of those around her, of proffering them with the best care, with offering her mending, assuaging services, with ensuring they were well, they were whole, ready to forge on for another day. “I can’t think of anything I require…” she posed, a melody invoked by the unknown. She loved and cherished, she aided and protected – was there something else she couldn’t see, couldn’t fathom, couldn’t touch? No unearthly cravings seared through her soul, along her veins, avaricious and mercenary – no warren, labyrinthine melancholy stirring in her chest. The interest remained, however, because she wanted to know if there was an element to her path that she’d yet to discover.
her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
The tiny fairy ran an icy finger down the horn of the Time Mender before taking a step back from her. "Lena, Lena," Her smile faded, and she turned to walk toward some of the underbrush she had originally been waiting near. "Perhaps I am not using the right language...but I think you'll understand the meaning." The fay bent down and grasped a deep crimson flower. Instantly, the magic of the fairy laced over the flower and coated it in slick, shiny ice. It was a wondrous thing to behold. the fairy turned, her unabashed, joyous smile returned to her face. Her eyes were bright as she quickly danced over toward the bay unicorn.
"Isn't this wonderful!?" She exclaimed, holding the flower up for the Time Mender to gaze upon. "Of all of the flowers I've touched, I think this one might be the most beautiful." Her voice was satisfied as she looked upon her frozen creation, her wings twitching with the delight she felt in her youthful, yet ancient heart. "It is for you." She held it out with two fingers. Taking a step back the wintry princess released the flower. It floated before Lena, and it glowed as the light hit it. "Yes, this is what you needed from me."
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There was something lost in translation, missing pieces clattering along her head. She’d spent too much time away from fairies, from sprites, embarking on her own avenues, quests, and sojourns, paying heed to the needs of her brethren, barely breathing into the elements, into the sinew, into the flesh of the earth. Her mind was rattled, spellbound, tormented by the confusion, furrowing her brows at necessities and trivial matters she clearly couldn’t fathom, eyes continuing to watch the creature she should’ve readily understood, but had been too far, too misplaced, too taken with the mountains, the summits, the peaks to relish and savor any more. The Songbird’s crown tilted a fraction more, witnessing the fey entangle her ghostly fingers amidst the runes of a beautiful flower (like sunsets, like rubies, like pressed cardinal feathers), instantly coating in a gloss of ice (like the caverns, like the glaciers, like the home she knew so well). At her smile, Lena beckoned another grin, so unsure, so uncertain, so keen, so ardent, but so intrigued. Then there was the bestowal, the grand gesture she still couldn’t quite grasp, and still, her heart jumped, escalated, beat such a tremendous symphony that she didn’t know what else to say but “Thank you,” parting her mouth to deliver the tender harmony. Thereafter, she inclined her soft, dulcet maw towards it, reaching, reaching, reaching, wondering why it was so vital, why it was so necessary, why it seemed so monumental, why it drew her towards its illustrious, beautiful veil, rime petals and satin lights. But she couldn’t say anything else, too taken, too enticed, too reverent.
her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love
There was something in the sprite's grin and the way it faded as Lena said her thanks that would make one question what the magical girl had planned. The tiny, fluttering fairy lowered to the ground and crossed her legs. Her wings slumped and her entire body seemed to turn a deeper shade of blue. Cerulean eyes turned to Imogen, and a sigh escaped her pale, icy lips. "She's not even going to ask what it's for, Imogen." She spoke to the companion as if Lena could not hear her, as if the Songbird had somehow disappeared into the wind with the appearance of the frozen flower. "It is something so great. Something to be treasured. And the Songbird is just enthralled by its beauty! If only she knew..." The sprite looked through frosted bangs, side-eyeing the mare.
A small smirk touched the lips of pale blue, and her wings started fluttering again. "Okay, okay! I'll tell her!" She flew back toward Lena's horn, grasping it firmly and holding herself in place. Icy, cold to the touch, bare feet balanced on Lena's forehead. "This is a passage to the gods, Lena! I just think they have something to tell you....or you to them...I felt it in my tiny bones! I traveled here to give you this flower so they would know you've been granted safe passage. Oh, Lena, I just know you'll use it wisely!"
In her excitement and merriment, the fairy sprung from Lena's head and spun a few times in the air, disappearing in a puff of snow and ice.
Congrats @Lena ! You have been given a magical flower which will allow for one VOTG chat, and in addition have been given a custom item w/ 2 upgrades. The flower will not be added to your records, but the item will!
The Songbird was only another piece of the elemental earth; not omniscient, not otherworldly, not potent or wise by any other means that her own experiences, her own deeds, and her own faith. She felt sheepish in the light of the fairy’s gaze, in the whittling of her banter between herself and Imogen (and the ivory kitsune nodding, chirping, looking back and forth to Lena as if to say See what I’m dealing with here?), because she hadn’t known enough to understand the true nature of what she’d been granted, because she was ignorant, blind, and sometimes too foolish to merely ask.
Perhaps the fey had taken pity on her again, had realized and seen the mare, even with all her virtues was ridiculously flawed, sometimes ineffectual, ridiculous, and afraid of what the world offered – for no sooner had she blushed, had she been taken back by her show of stupidity, did the fairy render her an explanation, all wings, all smiles, all generosity. A passage to the Gods…I just know you’ll use it wisely! The femme immediately wanted to deny it – she didn’t deserve this amount of kindness, this bestowal, this strange, anointed treasure, that the Gods had no use for her, that the deity of the Sun had once thought her so stupid, so foolish, but Imogen chirruped through their connection, shook her head, whipped her tails, and implored. Yes, you do was all she said, and the boundless dedication, the unrelenting confidence, trust, and conviction bubbled within the Songbird’s heart, until her eyes nearly watered over, burst into tears. She didn’t know what to do or what to say, so wholly incapable, but granted something meaningful, wonderful by someone who’d believed in her. “Thank you!” Lena sang again (and would do so over and over, timeless and enchanted), hoping it reached past the disappearing foils and the sparks of ice, pervading and ringing in the chill, truly encompassing all the sentiments simmering within her – deliverance, liberation, and a pure, holy regard for the repose still resting in the corners of their realm.
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