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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.
02-22-2017, 12:09 AM (This post was last modified: 03-18-2017, 10:53 AM by Ampere.)
HEART SICK_AND EYES FILLED UP WITH BLUE
She was improving.
It's hard to say when it started; unlike her noticeable destruction, the rebuilding of Ampere was slow and quiet, only apparent after a great passage of time, or acute scrutiny. Such is typical of creating and ruining, and why loss deals such a greater impact than gain.
A turning point was certainly the threat of the new 'god' Kaos, igniting that need to protect and defend once more. It was like the overwhelming darkness those years ago, the crisis and the threat and how it united the realm, well it inspired her from the Wilds and into a herd. She found strength and family in the herd, and gradually her feral manners subsided under compromise and joint efforts.
The meeting with the strange electric creature and the gifts she bestowed upon Ampere was another important breath of life back into Ampere. That one was an internal tug instead of an external pressure, one that pulled Ampere a bit further back into the mare she was, the mare before Gaucho instead of the broken one after him. Ideas that had grown quiet in her heart were starting to echo again...
Ampere's lips pursed in thought as she stared out at the shoreline. Just having ended her patrol her body was faintly darkened with sweat in certain corners of her body. The new, burning feather of the golden Sun fluttered in her mane as a spring breeze drew upon her, eliciting a faint shiver where the dew of her duties caught it. A black, flame-less feather moved in her hair too.
Kygo arced suddenly down from his erratic flight across the beach. He swung deftly into her mane, sending strands every which way. Ampere flicked an ear back, oddly accepting of this compared to her typical treatment of the bird (they had rebuilt too, just as quietly). "Don't tell me you got more seaweed?" she asked through their link, a touch of disgust lining her tone.
Kygo paused in his burrowing efforts, feathers half-heartedly fluffing up in rebuke. "No!" was all he quipped back, clearly hiding something.
Before Ampere could ask further the breeze picked up again and blew the tuft of dried grass the little bird had collected. The movement caught Ampere's eye, her blue iris turning as she watched the foliage drift onto the sand from her body, laughing as Kygo jostled on her neck, darting after it with a dismayed "bitch!" that mimicked her own voice.
With the silence broken, Ampere switched to her normal manner of conversation with her companion - audible, as if that somehow made it easier to bear the idea that they could speak mentally, that they were bound. It was certainly something she never forgot, but it was something she had adjusted to much better than she ever imagined she would; time does that to you. From suicide attempts to laughing with him on the beach, and just in a year. Time does fly.
"Honestly, what's the point of building a nest?" she queried, humor drawing out her words and sealing them with a smirk. "Never know!" Kygo insisted, agitated as he tried to place his pieces just so, but even Ampere's slightest movements unsettled them. He insisted her mobile nest would make it that much more impressive, but he may have underestimated the instability. He kept trying though, energetically racing on his wings back down the beach to find some new decor.
these dead men walk on water
cold blood runs through their veins
"Ampere..." Her voice was quiet, barely a whisper, but it was all the blade needed to point her in the right direction. The dagger spun slowly, making one complete rotation before its blade finally pointed toward the Dragon's Throat. It came as no surprise that her mother would be there, it was her home, after all. It had been Grusha's home, too, but after Gaucho's death it felt less an less like home. When the Throat no longer felt like the home she rememebred she began to wander farther and farther away in search of hones, monsters, anything that would keep her mind occupied and her body fit.
She missed Tae.
She missed Ampere.
The last time she had seen Tae had been when their family had been searching for bones for Kisamoa, who turned out to be something much more dangerous. Kaos. She may have been absent from the Dragon's Throat, but she had not been absent from Helovia. She still knew what was going on, though most of her information had come from word of mouth. It annoyed her greatly Kaos had made so many of Helovia's residents hunt for bones, not because he had tricked them, because because they were hers and Tae's bones.
Grusha followed the dagger on foot until the water that stretched between the shore of the mainland and the shore of the Dragon's Throat stopped her. "Wait here." She said, glancing down at her companion. She sheathed the dagger and flew across. Sand sprayed around her hooves when she landed and she retrieved the dagger again. "Ampere." The tip of the blade pointed down the beach and Grusha continued walking.
"bitch!"
She heard the voice then saw the bird flying down the beach. Her eyes tracked back to where the bird had flown from and there her mother stood with her back to her, in all of her blue-black electric glory. Grusha grabbed the dagger and tucked it into her feathers and walked slowly forward. Ampere's temper was one that Grusha had experienced time and again in her youth, and she was expecting it again now that she had returned after disappearing without so much as a goodbye. "Ma..."
If Grusha was expecting Ampere's ire, she was sorely mistaken. She could not fault her daughter for her own flaws, least of all in the wake of Gaucho's death. His was an end that was more than a stallion, more than a lover, than a father, than a Sultan. His was an end to all of that, and his passing left ripples of grief that lapped greedily at their hearts and their consciousness. The Wildfire had been a presence, a force unmatched, and his absence was felt in the removal of such weight upon their lives.
So no, Ampere could not be angry, not in this.
The gentle word floating over to Ampere, so subtle and short, was so wholly significant to the blue mare that it laid a kiss upon. She turned with a quick, reactive manner, as though responding to nothing more than her name. Yet she stilled as she pivoted, neck craned against her shoulders, gaze peeking out over the top of her tucked wings. There her stare embraced Grusha, her little girl just standing in the sand as simple as could be.
Ampere's eyes pricked with moisture, her lips hung slack with surprise, and her wings drooped from her sides. Some guttural noise, like a bird's coo, rumbled in her chest as Ampere abruptly reanimated and rushed to complete her turn and close the gap between them. She strove to sling her neck around her daughter's (though their apparent height different meant that failed, so Ampere settled for tucking beneath instead) and her wings shot out to actively embrace the stoic girl. "Grusha," Ampere breathed against her, and it was the sound of relief, of comfort, of love. "I've been so worried about you... you and Tae both."
Ampere stood back, trying to compose herself better as she regarded her daughter with a broken smile. My, she has grown! Ampere though, proud. "I'm glad to see you, I've missed you. Have you been," Ampere struggled for a word. "Okay" seemed cheap, and "well" wasn't much better either.
"Coping?"
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What Grusha expected from Ampere was not at all what she received, and it momentarily baffled the young mare. When Ampere had left Grusha had been angry. When she finally reappeared it had only served to make Grusha angrier because she'd finally had an outlet. She had not made Ampere's return easy for her and yet, she had done the same thing, and Ampere was welcoming her with love and happiness.
Why?
Why was there no anger? No hostility? No bitterness when there should have been? Grusha didn't understand it, and she began to suspect that it would eventually surface as anger so often did. When Ampere rushed forward Grusha steeled herself, expecting a sudden physical lashing from her mother because part of her suspected that the anger had finally caught up, but she was left even more baffled before when her mother embraced her instead.
For a moment Grusha was like a statue, unmoving and unyeilding, but then her head lowered, her neck curling over Ampere's as she returned her mother's hug. There was very little she could say in the face of her mother's profession of worry, but ... wait. "Tae?" She repeated. "Why.... where's Tae?" Because why else would Ampere be worried about Tae if she was still in the Throat? Had she left?
Her head lifted, allowing Ampere to step back when she was ready. She missed me Grusha thought in disbelief, blinking as she stared at Ampere. But why, when Grusha had only ever given her grief. "Me too." She finally murmured. The subject on whether or not she was coping only illiceted a shrug from the tall mare. Gaucho's death was not something she cared to talk about or remember. "Ma..." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I wanna come home, Ma."
They say a Mother's love is one of the strongest kinds. It is able to endure the constant and various manifests of pain that the world and its children unearth. It is there from the very beginning, until some mortal end, and even then it's never truly gone. It is the sort of love that comforts and secures, born out of familiarity, of protection and trust.
Ampere is a mother.
She hadn't realized that Grusha and Tae hadn't been together a lot of this time, as she'd assumed. She knew Grusha had left, but she hadn't thought she was lost, at least not to Tae. Just distant, untouchable by anyone but her womb sister. The brief confusion across Ampere's face helped dry her threat of tears as she shook her head and forced a stronger smile to reassure her girl. "Oh, she's fine," Ampere murmured, waiving off the concern. "She just hasn't been around as much." A pause, an exhale. "She's here though, a healer now." Not sure how much Grusha knew any more if Tae hadn't been visiting her, Ampere decided to share some to ease the conversation. She had enough heartbreak on her hooves.
Blue gaze lowered then lifted as Ampere received her answer about Grusha's state. A shrug was something at least. Ampere wasn't quite sure whether it was a better something or not than her. Either way, she nodded with understanding and acceptance, because at least she was still standing here - they were standing here. That took more strength than some knew.
"Oh baby," Ampere nearly sighed, relieved. "You can always come home." She reached forward to embrace her daughter once more, less content to let her go this time.
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