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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.
She walked onto the frozen area. The faint smell of blood and sweat filled her muzzle. If the God Of Earth wanted a fight, he'd get one. "Any one out there?" Her voice rough. Her sweetness.. evaporated. No one understands her. She was going to release her anger on the next horse to come through here. Adrenaline flowed through her hotblooded veins. Her ears were perked. Head high, and standing square. Her nostrils.. flared. If the Earth god was watching this somehow.. she would give him something to remember her by.
All the horrid memories, tragedies, everything bad, she brought it to her mind. She whinnied sharply. "Won't any one spar with a weak mare?" Her voice filled with sarcasm. She pushed all fear away. She was steel. Feral. Angry. Strong. Her burning desires grew. Every moment her tensions grew bigger. Her muscles coiled, she was ready to spring into action. She plotted out defenses and attacks. This stallion would most like remember her too.
She slammed her cloven hoof into the ground. She pictured her angry roan father. A grin slithered onto her face. She decided, this point on, no fear. Next time Abyss came into her path.. He'd better prepare, or kiss her ass. The moment spent anxiously waiting, grew her anger, more and more. She was ready. Plotted out. Tense. Ready to strike.
She pranced slightly in place. Thinking about Abyss.. he was deceitful and uncaring. Think about Earth God, stereotypical and frustrating. A taste of disgusted entered her mouth.
I am ready to fight my way for respect. I will do anything for it!
10-30-2012, 11:29 AM (This post was last modified: 10-30-2012, 11:31 AM by Birch.)
The Arborun had not expected to see much life in the frozen expanse of the steppe. Here the air was always cold and the ground beneath always a sheer coating of slick ice. Here bodies of fallen creatures lay like sheep if one looked hard enough. He had lain in the snow and expected never to live again, but a lignea's life depended only on sun, water, and air; he had somehow prevailed through all of the chill. Now Birch wandered, cutting through the expanse at a quicker speed than before with his boot secured carefully over his hoof.
He admired its metal intricacies- he had never before seen anything like it. Solid and strong, sharp enough to cut and grooved in such a way that it held purchase upon the slick earth, but still beautiful. And held on in such a fragile way- by little more than the natural curve of his hoof and a fresh strip of leather knotted tightly against his flesh. It left him feeling able and powerful, brought a slight smile to his face as he watched it shine.
The morning sun rose high and created a spectacle that was almost blinding in the Steppe. He was quite close to the mare when he first saw her, and with red-speckled eyes he took her in. What a sight she was; shouting threats to the sky, prancing like a mad-mare. She was tall but he was taller, she was thin and likely to be quick while he was powerful. The injuries he had sustained from Archibald and Ktulu had long since healed and the bruises were gone- even without a winter coat in this cold morning, he was ready. He inhaled sharply and took a dangerous step forward, letting the metal dagger upon his front left hoof shine.
"Am I challenge enough for you, weak mare?"
[[WC: 310 || PC: 0/3 || M/CU: N/A || SUM: Birch arrives on the scene ready to fight.]]
She turned her head. A large stallion. He had a tree on his back. It had grown into him. Both fascinated and horrified. Her ears flattened on her thick cranium. She was rarely ever in the unforgiving cold. A tree.. After thinking for a while she analyzed him. She hoped this wouldn't damage the foal growing in her swollen stomach. His voice rumbled. Much like the Earth God. Anger grew inside her. "You? A challenge? Yea right." She dismissed his size and advantages. She could either win.. or lose. Lose was looking at her with bigger chances.
She walked close to him. She effortlessly reared up. Her front legs pawing the air directly in front of his face. As she started putting her hooves back on the ground, she had her mouth open. She aimed for the stallions, neck. The left side of his neck. If she could bite him there.. the force of her mouth may leave a bruise at least, and a bloody hole at most.
Coyote.. Coyote. She repeated those words in her head. Keep stomach out of reach. Those two thoughts consumed her mind. The mare had no true desire to fight. Especially in this cold place. She only did this to start her task. Although Tainted had a history that was very familiar with fighting, she didn't enjoy it. She had watched two stallions keel over from their bloodied bodies. She had also once watched a mare die painfully, and slow from an unfair match. Was that mare going to be me in the end? No. I wont let it happen!
OOC: Word Count: 266. PC: 1/3. Summary: Rears up to gift more force to her bite. In which she aimed at the left side of Birch's neck. If aimed correctly, least damage, a bruise, most damage, a gash.
This is my first fight. Bare with me. I am having trouble connecting two things, emotion and the fight.
Birch found her feisty ways amusing. Her insistence that she was stronger and more capable than he seemed laughable to the draft, who stood tall above her and had enough force behind him to crush her unsuspecting skull. A mare as weak in the mind as she was sure to have a soft one anyhow.
But while he was skeptical of the concept of loss, and his pride carried him closer, he knew to be careful. This was not like his trial against Archibald in the threshold, where he was evenly matched in speed and strength. No, this mare reminded him more of Ktulu. She had been smaller than he, and even with her biting words he had underestimated her. But her magic... the mere thought of it filled him with joy, but he would not forget the initial panic. She had seemed almost powerless against him, he had been a fool to assume she would have no mythical skills like the Draft in the throat. There was magic in this land, magic that he did not yet possess, and he had to be on constant guard of it.
Lost in his thoughts, the Arborun let her make the first move. It was the honorable thing to do, but he was not honorable- no, if she had simply been a little slower, and his mind not so dulled by the cold, he would have cut her down before she could have spoken again. As it were, though, he felt numb. Cold cut through his thin coat and bore into each of his powerful muscles, tightening them and stiffening them as if to protect them from the inevitable lethargy. She rose to greet him and he struggled to do the same before deciding against it entirely. But the mare move quickly and he had little time to act. His tree, sturdy by nature but with brittle branches from the cold, was a less effective tool than usual, but he would make do. With a lowering of the left shoulder he thrust forth, hoping to swipe her exposed underbelly, unaware of the life growing inside it.
But even if he had known, he would not have cared.
Her kicks hit the base of his arbor, denting the bark and sending stinging pain through his form. He was thankful only for his lowered stance and tucked neck; had he risen to meet her, he surely would have been met with her kicks and bites completely. Instead her teeth found purchase only on the brittle twigs stemming from his lifeplant. The snap was a wretched sound that left him paralyzed for a moment, the pain an awakening jolt. Red sap flowed from the place where his tree had been torn; he could feel it leaving him slowly, slowly. Draining his energy, exposing him to the cold that crystallized his blood and sealed the wound. Rage filled him- rage that she would have hurt him as effectively as that so early in a battle he had expected to win. With a violent strike, his jaws reached to clench around the skin of her inner thigh and his body tensed in preparation for her weight upon him should she fall as a result from his first attack. She would feel this pain, know his strength. He was no weak force to be underestimated. Each blow she gave him lifted his spirits, each sensation of pain, each step closer to death... was bliss.
[[WC: 576 || PC: 1/3 || M/CU: N/A || SUM: Birch considers rearing but realizes he cannot do so effectively in the amount of time he has. His actions are thus delayed, and so while he attempts to go underneath her and ram her stomach with his tree, he also takes the kicks to the trunk of the tree, and the bite to one of its twigs, which subsequently snaps off. While underneath her, he attempts to bite her inner thigh and prepares himself for the possibility of her falling on him. || N: No worries. My apologies for the wait, school has me busy. ]]
She knew she was at a loss. He was much, much, much larger than her. He had a tree, and she had an overly large belly. He was behemoth, and she was thin. The only positive to this fight was that he was larger but very slow and almost clumsy, whereas she was thin, nimble, agile. He seemed eager to see her blood die the clean and white snow. All she wanted was to end this part of her quest, not her life.
As she stood on her hind legs, a swipe with his tree, a surging pain. His tree had raked her stomach. Five gashes run across the bottom of her stomach. The pain had not stopped then, he aimed his open maw to her inner thigh. Before his teeth reached her leg, she let her front end fall onto his head. She hoped, prayed, and wished this would stop his attack. Her ears flattened. She whinnied loudly. Her chords didn't sound joyful or anything sweet. Her chords evil, malicious, and very angered. Whenever a stallion re-exhibited her history, it felt as if lightning was striking her.
Blood seeped through her cuts. Fighting was a sort of study during her life. Year after year after year, fight after fight. After multiple fights, she was very skilled. She was never truly a young one. Always being an adult, thinking like a full grown, acting like one too. She had very sparatic moments of being slightly immature and childish. She decided to bring out the child beneath her adult skin.
As she had thrown her weight onto the stallion and whinnied, she loosened her muscles and bit whatever was in front of her. If she had landed on his neck her bite would've soared pain through the trunk of his tree. You will feel the anger I have felt through the years of my shity life... Thoughts swiveled, blood seeped, trees had bloody sap. This was her life.
OOC: Word count-327 PC: 2/3
Sum: Tainted gets a couple of gashes under her belly. She dodges him trying to bite her thigh by putting all the weight of the front of her body onto him. She attacks him after putting her weight on him by, biting whatever was in front of him. If timed correctly she would bite the bottom of his tree trunk...
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