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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.
The bonfire crackled conspiringly as Reich searched for his next match - Tandavi. Already she sounded exotic, and already he was feeling the effects of the fermented apples that had been laid out so invitingly. A broad grin lay upon his full mouth (nothing unusual there), and his eyes were bright with the pleasure of company. He loved a good party - and one with so many beautiful women and men was certainly one he vowed to enjoy, even if it did promote his "singleness". His steps were even, despite the alcohol, and everyone seemed to subconsciously step out of his way as he moved through the crowd - it was possible they didn't want to be in the way of that much muscle. Reich was handsome in a rough, roguish, wild sort of way. He inspired excitement and pleasure and joy, and rarely attempted to turn it any other way - too much history lay in sadness. As it was, his broad smile seemed to be attracting the same response - each step left smiles in it's wake.
Reich paused at the edge of the crystalline pool, gazing at the lights reflecting in the water and thinking of how twilight would suit Tiamat. He tossed the thought, though not without lingering upon it, and looked back toward the party. Firelight danced across his roguish cheekbones, sliding amongst his ebony hair and the satin of his mahogany skin with intimate fingers. He would not admit it, but he was loathe to be in his own company for so long in such a setting - and he stared toward the party not because he was searching for Tandavi, but because he didn't want to stand alone.
She dreads this. It is miles outside her comfort zone, so far removed from her daily activities as to be wholly unrecognizable to the copper child. At the periphery of the gathering she flutters and frets, an ember caught in a turbulent breeze, unable or unwilling to commit herself to staying, entrapped by commitment that prevents her from leaving. The fox who rests on her rump denies it, but it is he who is responsible for their presence here tonight- his melancholy, his malaise, is what rouses the girl from her usual isolation and draws her here, into this imbroglio of a night. You can't blame me for this, he protests, but the Fire Dancer can feel his pleasure, and that alone lends her the courage to seek the side of her wayward date.
Reichenbach. She sees him at the edge of the lake, a striking creature of auburn and black. He is tall, and assured; he oozes confidence where she reeks of anxiety; he is a dark Adonis, she a candle in the wind. What is she to do, in the face of such a stranger?
Say hello, her brother suggests wryly. The girl nearly laughs.
Garbed in flowers and wreathed in flame, the filly inhales a fortifying breath before approaching, long legs dipped in gold and striking softly on the moist earth. She reaches him and pauses, onyx eyes searching for confirmation, expression blunt if slightly unsure. The faintest trace of an embarrassed smile curves at inky lips. "Are you Reichenbach?" she questions in an alto voice, dark and deep in the hastening dusk. And then, like an aferthought- "You smell of sand. Do you live in the Throat?"
From his perch on her gold-dusted back, her brother stifles an exasperated laugh. Great introduction, the kitsune teases, rising up on his haunches to get a good look at their assigned date.
02-08-2017, 11:13 PM (This post was last modified: 02-08-2017, 11:15 PM by Reichenbach.)
R E I C H E N B A C H
"Are you Reichenbach?"
Reichenbach turned in surprise, brows raising as he saw a golden swathed woman approaching quietly, a little black fox perched upon her back. "And Tandavi, I presume?" he said pleasantly, eyes dancing in enjoyment - he was certainly raking in the beautiful ones tonight. She was elegant, golden and so alive that Reichenbach almost couldn't help but to praise her, his smile growing. "I do live in the Throat" he answered cheerfully, tossing his ebony curls a little as if to dislodge any sand that might have engrained itself there. "I'm new to Helovia though," he admitted the fact with a conspiring edge, "It seems to me that most of it's citizens are quite pretty - none so striking as you though." Reichenbach flirted comfortably, his silver eyes quick to trail over Tandavi's elegant frame, lingering on the flowers she wore before he turned his attention back to conversation.
"And your companion?" the bay stallion tilted his head slightly to get a look at the little fox with interest. "Is it to be a double date?" he chuckled addictively, practically brimming with honest companionship. He might have had another woman (and god help him, another man) in his head, but that didn't mean he and Tandavi couldn't enjoy themselves on such a wonderful night.
She nods her assent when her name is spoken, mismatched ears raised attentively from the nest of her hair. He continues to speak, answering her question and then some, his verbosity a mercy in the face of her habitual silence. Reichenbach may find flirtation easy, commonplace even, but the Fire Dancer does not. He calls her striking, and the girl blinks, vibrant expression dimming into the thinnest knot of a frown. She has never been flattered, never been called pretty before, and she does not know what to do with the comment now that it is made. From his place upon her back her brother sighs - Feel good? he suggests, and she throws an uncertain glance behind her before making her reply. "I doubt that," she answers with some hesitation, an honest sort of embarrassment making its way into her voice. A thought enters her mind then - what if he isn't lying? What if he means it- what if he does find her pretty, and she just dismissed an honest appraisal? Slate hooves shift awkwardly; she is unsure what more to say. "Thank you," is all she manages, in the end.
She is grateful when his attention shifts to her brother; he has always been the more social of the pair. The three-tailed fennec grins and barks, climbing nimbly up his sister's neck in an attempt to better see the man. "This is Natraj," the girl tells Reichenbach. "He says we will double date when you find a fox of your own - preferably female." The girl laughs along with him, moon-slashed face alight with her quiet mirth, mind warming to the idea of this date; how could it not in the presence of one so charming, a man who laughs without restraint? Dark eyes peer from behind heavy lashes; she lets them roam across him, unabashed, a scholar seeking hidden knowledge from a poorly transcribed tome. He piques her curiosity, draws her from her shell- she wishes to live as easily as he appears to, to smile and laugh with the abandon he displays.
Reich frowned minutely at her response, lips pursing with discontent at the idea that she might think herself unattractive. For truly, she was a vision - and despite his predisposition toward a certain azure woman, he found himself enjoying Tandavi's hesitant company with an eager joy. Though he could not help but to notice the change in Tandavi's demeanour as soon as the focus left her and shifted to her companion, he mentioned nothing, only took advantage of the moment to study her elegant features as her attention shifted. She was stunning, with sunset skin that seemed to glow from within and a delicate bone structure - somehow both delicate and strong. Her hair cascaded from her neck like silk, the flowers intwined within making Reich warm with some kind of amicable pleasure. The bark of her companion sparked his attention and Reich switched his silver gaze to the little black fox. "Natraj," he begins jovially, lowering his head in a rough bow "an honour, I must say!" - and then Tandavi laughs, and Reich found himself lost in the sound of it, his own smile cracking and releasing a booming laugh to join hers.
"In that case, I shall have to scour all of Helovia to find one." His grin is sincere and charming, his silver eyes completely focussed on the golden woman before him. He could feel her eyes searching over his skin, and made to meet her gaze, his own ebony lashes lowering subtly. "I like your laugh," his baritone voice meeting her alto "I would very much like to hear it again, perhaps another day, another date?" All of a sudden he grew quite conscious of himself and shook his ebony curls, his smile washing away all seriousness. "But perhaps we should focus on getting through tonight first" his laugh boomed outward again, full of mirth. Reich tilted his head slightly, eyeing her hair and the baubles adorning it discreetly. I should like to find her a bauble of my own, a memory for that hair," he thought before offering her another smile. "Tell me Tandavi, where is your favourite place in all of Helovia? I would very much like to know." And he did, genuinely, because Tandavi's internal lightness seemed to spark the beginning of his own.
@Tandavi i'm so sorry if this is all over the place!! I feel like I may have changed tenses midway through haha
His flattery continues to flow like wine, lulling the girl into an easy sort of buzz, a state of pleasant bemusement with this unusual turn of events. Natraj, always pleased by flattery, does not help; he flashes another vulpine grin, nodding his assent that, yes, he ought to find a female fox of his own (foxes are, after all, the superior species of companion, and there will never be enough vixens in the world). All is well, all is easy-
-and then their eyes meet, silver rising up to sink into black, and the man suggests another date, and the girl finds herself nodding despite the sudden realization that despite her companion's charm, his poise, he isn't the one she wants this second date with. Because there's another, a bloodstained boy already armed with a duo of foxes and sky-blue eyes, and this giddiness, this warmth... she wants it with him.
Which isn't to say she cannot enjoy Reichenbach's company. He laughs again and hers rings in choir, a vibrant, fiery thing, filled with renewed life and confidence and, if anything, more passionate for this newest revelation, this understanding of herself. "The Heavenly Fields," she answers breathlessly, deep voice alight with candor, dark eyes bright with a quiet honesty. "At dawn you can watch the sun the lip of the sea. It's beautiful."
Fire Dancer glances up through the tangle of her forelock. "Perhaps I will see you there, sometime," she suggests- an invitation, a question, a hope that maybe this easy friendship is something she can manage, something she can maintain.
Reich looked toward the sound with surprise, brows raising as he beheld Toulouse with his handsome whip (something the bay stallion was quite envious of). With dismay he turned to Tandavi, baritone voice hastily asking "May I see you again? Perhaps at the Fields? I might come to the Edge soon - just to see the sights. I will seek you out, fire dancer." With yet another playful grin, he leaned forward, quickly placing a sneaky kiss on her dainty cheek before heading back into the fray of seeking bodies - though not before looking over his shoulder as if trying to memorise the sweet mare and her charming companion.
@Tandavi ahh! Sorry I didn't reply before R2, I'd definitely like for these two to be friends!! I'll put up another thread for them when Reich comes to the Edge xx
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