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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.
Sheba another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate
Home, sweet home.
After wintering aboveground and many months of waiting out the Frostfall snow, the drifts had finally shrunk small enough for the arthritic mare to abandon the Secret Grove and to journey south. Ever the strategist, she had gathered materials along the way for what she anticipated would be a much-needed cleaning of her nook: the moss bed would need to be replaced altogether, everything would need to be dusted, and of course, the little fire would need to be relit. And so, she had constructed a makeshift sledge out of a broad piece of willow bark and towed her supplies beside her, adding various lichens, dry kindling where she could find it, and dead grasses to her pile as she traveled south. The trek was slow and muddy, and the growing weight of the sledge on the thinning snow significantly hampered her progress as Sheba neared the end of her journey, but the old mare was determined to reach the familiar darkness of her home once more and moved at a dogged, if not stiff clip.
It was a beautiful Birdsong morning when she at last reached her doorstep. Skin tingling pleasantly with the heat of the Heart, she stepped into the mouth of the cave system and sighed, blinking rapidly at the sudden darkness. Her night vision had atrophied greatly in her season aboveground, and while she knew her way to her nook through the shadows, Sheba deemed it wise to bring a torch—it wouldn’t do to go tripping and breaking a leg over any debris that had likely accumulated in her absence. Stashing her sledge in a small alcove near the entrance, she grabbed s few longer branches and a mouthful of kindling, then slipped outside to procure her light.
It was no easy task to catch a spark from the Heart and coax it into a flame, but the crone went about the task with a patience born of the knowledge that her goal was in sight. Soon enough, the torch was lit and she was on her way back into the dark maze, hooves echoing eerily on the walls as she made her way to the nook where she slept. Her pebble trails were scattered in places, and the air was damp and musty without her constant coming and going, but overall the damage along the trail was not as bad as she’d guessed—hopefully, the nook would be the same.
Spirits high, Sheba rounded the corner and raised the torch to survey the alcove that she had left months ago. The remains of her campfire were where she had left them, and although the floor was coated in a thin later of dust, it was nothing that couldn’t be—wait.
There, in the mossy nest that had once been her bed, the torchlight flickered against an egg.
Her first instinct was to tense, and she cast the light around wildly, looking for signs of an angry mother. But mysteriously, there was no trace of another soul in the space, no scent of anything other than the damp air and no telltale footprints through the dust. The nook was deserted. Letting loose the breath that she had been holding, the crone crept forward. Perhaps this unwelcome visitor could be dealt with, after all.
Wedging the torch into a crevice that spanned the cave wall, Sheba reached out and nosed at the egg. It was heavier than she had expected it to be, but it wobbled easily enough in the bed of old moss. “Sorry cherie, but this is my house,” she murmured, and with a careless shove, rolled the egg out of the nest and onto the stone floor. She didn’t exactly know where she intended to abandon it, but it certainly wasn’t going to stay there. Perhaps she could roll it up the corridor and send it on its merry way into the darkness—it didn’t much matter, she supposed, since it wasn’t her problem.
Or so she thought.
As she contemplated the egg, thoughtfully considering the most efficient way to dispose of it, it began to rock. At the first sign of movement, her ears shot back and she moved forward, ready to move the intruder along. “Oh no you don’t,” Sheba muttered, pushing the wobbly egg into the dark tunnel. “There’s only room for one in this—“
CRACK!
She had given the egg a mighty shove, and the orb had run against a large pebble. While the noise was barely audible, it went off like a gunshot in her head, and Sheba stumbled, ears lying flat against her neck.
CRRRACK!
The egg went again, and she growled under her breath from the ringing in her ears. The sound was deafening, and while she struggled to move forward and rid herself of the thing that was quickly splitting in two before her eyes, she could not. It was as if she was walking in a dream—
CRRRACK!!
And with a final mighty noise, the egg burst open and she squealed from the pain; her head was on fire as a new consciousness seared itself on to her brain unbidden, and she was overcome by an overwhelming sense of blood, and damp, and darkness. She fell to her knees. Vaguely, she could make out the shape of something small and wet crawling towards her, and then two large, dark eyes pierced the disorienting haze.
“What have you done?” she whispered.
The ocelot didn’t answer.
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OOC: Open to any!
Image Credits || original coding by Tamme; modified by Shady
She was beginning to show now. With every step she took her stomach had a distinct sway to it, the standard swelling of her stomach having a slightly more solid look to it. Yet even as she had started getting the mood swings and the random bouts of fatigue, she couldn't help but find these signs to be welcoming. It was the sign of a new beginning. They were having a family again. They were moving on from the awful tragedy of losing their first child. It was a big adjustment, one she was having trouble coping with. But as each day came and went, she would snuggle close to her beloved and press her muzzle to her stomach in hopes of feeling anything from the little one. She had done the same with Meria when she had been pregnant with her. She had tried to remove the comparison from her mindset, yet how could she when all she knew was the tender smile of a brown and white girl who loved life.
That wasn't why she was here. She needed to remind herself of that. She was here because spring was fully here and the snow was nearly gone; meaning Sheba was on the move to return to her previous home. She had approached the grove silently, Carl this time present, because whenever she was pregnant he was sewn to her hip. She had seen the crone immediately, attempting to carry all of her supplies with her on a piece of driftwood. It was innovative, but you could tell the unicorn was struggling with the heavy weight. She was ready to help, but stopped herself in the nick of time, thinking this was something she would stubbornly do on her own.
So she followed her, past the trees and through the fields as they made their way to the Heart Caves, the entire time keeping enough distance to keep an eye on the mare without really alerting her of her presence. When they finally reached her abode, December could hear the relieved sigh leave her lips. She was home and it was obvious she couldn't be happier. The ivory lass was glad she had found a place of comfort after all. Suddenly there was light sparking on and off deeper into the cave, causing minor alarm to course through the emotionally pent up mare. She was instantly moving, using her sense of touch and Carl as a guide as she went into the dark and attempted to reach her friend.
She finally found her, illuminated by firelight and staring at a small, cat-like creature in old bedding. Her first instinct upon arriving had been to attack, but seeing the small ocelot left her quiet, looking to her friend who seemed to be struck with horror. Taking a step forward, she offered her muzzle to the dame's shoulder, blowing air in that direction before looking to the small creature and finally speaking," It seems you've gained another friend."
Sheba another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate
It was strange the way the kit looked at her, and she didn't like it. There was something too familiar about its gaze, as if it had known her all her life. She found it disconcerting, and so as she rose creakily off of her bruised knees, her eyes darted away. "Don't look at me like that," she muttered, immediately feeling foolish to talking to it like it could understand her. When she glanced back at the animal, it was still staring at her steadily, round eyes never blinking in the low light of the flame.
However, before Sheba could decide what to do about this particular problem, the sound of heavy hooves echoing along the cavern walls caught her ears. "I'll deal with you later," she hissed, not registering that she had spoken aloud to the cat again. Reaching up for the torch, she grasped it in her teeth, prepared to defend herself with fire if necessary. What was her life becoming? No one had ever stumbled upon her in this part of the caves, and now she had two unwelcome visitors in one afternoon.
Actually, make that three. Though her grip on the torch loosened considerably when Carl's underbite came into view with December not far behind, she still held the burning branch before her. Gods knew what that llama would do to her if he got too close. "How 'ou fin' 'e?" Sheba demanded around the torch, eyes accusing. But the ridiculous jumble of sounds created by the object in the way took away from the desired effect considerably, and so she relented and set the torch down on the ground between them. "Did you follow me?" she asked suspiciously, unnerved by the idea that the giantess had been able to track her so easily. "Why?" the crone pressed on without waiting for an answer.
"And he--I mean it--was just leaving," she added, reaching down to push the kitten into the tunnel. The animal, seeming to think that this was a game, wriggled around to bat at her soft muzzle. "Merde!" Sheba hissed, recoiling at the needle-like claws. A thin trickle of red snaked its way lazily down her nostril. "That's it," she growled, picking up the torch again. "Out!"
"speech"
Image Credits || original coding by Tamme; modified by Shady
She had startled her, causing her to come forth with a torch that was possibly meant to be threatening. However the ivory lass was not phased, and as she rested her bulk on one hind limb she let her eyes stare intensely into those dark brown ones. She was displeased that December had followed her, but in she was still unconcerned with these thoughts, simply because she wanted to make sure the older mare had made it back to her home safely. She figured it would be best to express as such, and taking a step closer to offer her muzzle to the crone she spoke in her deep tone,"I came to make sure you had made it back to your home safely. It seems you have, and along the way have found a companion."
She didn't seem pleased with the small kitten either. With a shove of her nose she attempted to send the kitten away, only to find the creature playfully batting at her muzzle. A flicker of amusement surfaced in her dark eyes, that was until Sheba made it clear she was going to force this cat out one way or another. Taking a step forward she snorted, lifting her head to assert herself as she once again spoke to her friend,"You have bonded Sheba, nothing can break that unless you or this kitten is killed. I would like to think that despite your harsh nature you wouldn't want to kill a babe." Her eyes fell back to Carl, who was for now unimpressed with this entire predicament. For now his eyes remained uncomfortable focused on Sheba, and despite the very interesting thoughts running through their bond December still felt a maternal fondness toward her llama friend. If it was because of genuine feeling or her maternal instincts kicking in, she wouldn't fully know. Yet she wasn't going to let Sheba ruin the potentially wonderful relationship she could have with this creature, if she just gave it a chance.
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[O] What have you done? [hatching; open]
