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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.
i have loved the stars too fondly,
to be fearful of the night.
She clutched the egg carefully as she made her way down the familiar path to the Edge’s gates. From here, she’d need to wait, to call for her beloved brothers and dearest niece in the effort of telling them her new adventure. She hoped they’d be happy for her, to see her go out and be able to become something without their help. She wanted to be sure, too, that the next time Bartholomeo saw her, she’d be able to prove to him that she was just as much of a pirate warrior that her wonderful brother was.
She was closer to Bartholomeo in her later years than she was with Tilney. And upon her arrival to Helovia into his embrace, she had already found that she had missed so much. Arah and Tilney had reunited, created Maude, and started a family and life in the beautiful land of the world’s edge. But it was their family and home. It wasn’t hers. She didn’t even know if the Throat was going to feel like home – but it was different, alluring, and exciting. That was all Aelfwine asked for anymore.
And of course, the attempt at being a warrior after her spar with Volterra. Now that was exciting.
Regardless, the dappled mare waited on the outside of that large metal gate, the egg tucked safely in a small bag-like thing that Aelfwine had strewn together haphazardly. She didn’t really trust the monstrosity, but it was easier than leaving the egg rolling out and about, or trying to keep the strange thing tucked away in her mane. It wasn’t small by any means. So she did the best with what she had.
After a few moments, she raised her head to the sunsetting sky, releasing a call out for Tilney, Bartholomeo, and Maude, hoping that one of them would hear and come closer. She wanted to tell them her goodbyes so that way they didn’t think she’d died or something, somewhere. She knew Bartholomeo would be less than pleased to know she was leaving, but he needed the ocean and she needed change. She figured he’d understand that someday.
04-07-2017, 10:15 PM (This post was last modified: 04-07-2017, 10:15 PM by Tilney.)
T I L N E Y
The stag had spent his day at the greenhouse; a usual spot, the place most would find him. Taking cuttings and patrising the finnicky art of propogation, Tilney had found his day a most tiring one. Upon his walk back to trewdwellan he noted a curious nicker calling out his name from the direction of the gate, one that sounded as though it bleonged to his sister and no other. Had she been travelling? Was she going travelling?
Kicking his pace upwards the stag gave a gruff snort, wishing he could just go and rest in his hollow-tree home for a while after such a strenuous day of work.
Seeing Aelfwine at the gates, Tilney wondered why she did not just come in? Why not enter and speak to them? Something was not right. "Aelfwine?" Tilney cooed, his muscular chest pressing against the gate as he leaned his head in her direction. "Where are you going?" He murmured, eyes flicking over the peculiar egg she carried and next-to-nothing else. The stallion's green eyes quivered ever so slightly as a realisation came creeping in from one side of his mind, hitting the over, causing a great frown to take over his countenance. "You... You are leaving?" He pressed, brows knitting together with confusion.
What had he done? What did anywhere else have that she did not here? She had family here, was that not enough? Here she had Maude, Bartholomeo, and a whole new sister in Arah. What on earth could the Throat or the Basin, let alone an outcast life give her that they could not? Stability, fraternity and love was everything she had here; some who lived within their borders didn't have an ounce of that, yet stayed out of thankfulness. How ungrateful was she?
"Where do you think you will go!?" The chestnut boomed, his right hoof stomping into the ground.
i have loved the stars too fondly,
to be fearful of the night.
”Aelfwine?” Tilney’s familiar voice called from the gate, his caramel head tilted in her direction. She offered him a cheerful smile as he asked her where she was going. Inhaling deeply, she began to explain the circumstances of her departure. Of how she was going to move to the Throat, to be a warrior among the sands with new friends and new adventures, but before she could manage to muster the words, Tilney’s voice croaked once again.
“You are leaving?” She began to nod quietly, her breath expelling from her nose as her nostrils flared slightly. She shifted slightly, careful to keep the egg safe as she moved until she shuddered slightly at Tilney’s next set of words. They echoed, boomed across the space between them. Immediately her pale ears flattened against her spotted neck as her brows furrowed. “No need to get flustered, Tilney.” She began, serious at first but ending in a slight giggle. “I’m going to the Dragon’s Throat. I’m going to be a warrior there.” She began, a cheery smile returning to her pink snipped lips, beginning to not care if he was going to be upset with her decisions.
She was old enough to make her own, and he didn’t have to dictate her like a child anymore. So she stood, relaxed and excited as her ears perked forward once more. “I have friends there. And while I loved being a part of the family here, you of all people would know how much I can’t stay in one place for too long!” She cheered, a soft smile resolving on her lips. “This place has been wonderful, but I want to have my own adventures and perhaps start my own family one day. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” She questioned with a tilt of her head, emerald eyes gleaming with her excitement.
WHEN MY LUNGS COLLAPSE AND MY HEART TURNS BLACK
I'LL GIVE MY ASHES TO THE COAST
He arrives in time to hear his brother and sister's raised voices, and his stride immediately lengthens until he's almost galloping towards them. The Warlander arrives in a skid of dirt, his face a picture of misery and distress as he overhears the exchange between his siblings. "You're....you're leaving?" Sorrow creates swathes of emotion across the pirate's face as he stands, flabbergasted, in front of Aelfwine. She, moreso than any of his other relatives, is a link to his past. She knew his wife, his son, his crew. She knows what he's lost, and she understands.
But she's leaving. Betrayal flashes across Bartholomeo's face as he wanders closer, trying to smother any emotion and hide it behind a veil of coldness. He can't let her see how much this is hurting him. He wants her to stay, but if she does go then he doesn't want her thinking that her brothers hate her.
The Dragon's Throat. He doesn't know anything about that herd, but he can't help but wonder whether the man she'd been so close with at the speed dating event had something to do with it. "A warrior," he repeats numbly, his voice echoing sadly in his ears. He spies her egg, then, and his sorrow only increases - he'd love to be involved in her companion's life, to see it grow and strengthen alongside her. Of course, he's proud that she wants to be a warrior, but why in the Throat? Why not here, alongside him?
She speaks of friends, of moving around, and Bart more than anybody can understand that. He suffers from itchy feet too, yet his love of his family outweighs that. "That man you met at the dating event," he says, his features resolving into a frown. "This is his doing, isn't it? Aelfwine, if he's making you move against your will....I'll kill him." He stomps a hoof, his sides twitching where normally his swords would hang, within grabbing distance ready for him to slay that black bastard.
04-12-2017, 11:53 AM (This post was last modified: 04-12-2017, 11:55 AM by Maude.)
Maude had been playing along the border, chasing Tallsun butterflies as they fluttered and alighted on the shining glass of the spikes, illuminated by the sinking sun. Enamored completely with the moment, as she often is, the darling does not, at first, notice the nicker of her nearby aunt – at least not enough to investigate.
Instead, it’s the insects that lead her to her familiar, coveted Auntie Aelfwine, and her father and Uncle.
At first, looking away from the brilliant blue and midnight black butterfly she’d been cheerfully tailing at an inquisitive trot, the youth is very excited to see her family together, and even wonders if they are going on an adventure, together. Hoping she can come, she eagerly approaches, her green eyes excited, until she notices how angry, sad, or serious they all look…
“Aelfwinne, if he’s making you move against your will… I’ll kill him,” says Uncle Bart, and the maiden comes to a complete stop, her smile, sinking, sinking, until her mouth is open, and her eyes move, slowly, from her frustrated Uncle to her Auntie.
…Moving?…
“You… you can’t go, Auntie!” she suddenly sobs, and gallops to her ashen friend and family (careful to not step on the egg); throwing herself at her chest, hoping to throw her neck about her shoulders, as if to hold her here by touch alone, the filly's heart is tight with worry and fear. The folds of her cloak drift wildly about her ankles as she comes to her sudden stop, tears already rolling down her cheeks, “Auntie Ultima left and never came back. I love you, Auntie! Even if that man isn’t making you leave, please don’t leave us!”
04-13-2017, 09:41 AM (This post was last modified: 04-13-2017, 09:42 AM by Tilney.)
T I L N E Y
Eyes quivering, maw struck full with fury, Tilney refused to allow the emotion and energy to escape. What was usually a smiling, colourful countenance had become dark and verdant, a cheast full of heavy air pulling him over. What on earth did that desolate island have that their lush forests did not have? What could any man have that He, Arah, Maude and Bartholomew did not? Eyes brimming with a single tear, a tear of hate, betrayal, disbelief, The stag's jaw dropped ever so slightly.
She was to be a warrior? Aelfwine, little Aelf, she was to be an armor-wearing shieldmaiden of the Dragon's Throat? She was to become a barbarian? His nose scrunched at the thought of his sister littered in ghastly scars, an ugly gait and all her beauty lost to war and ruin. Why would she trade what she was born with for such a brutal path?
Bartholomews approach was almost totally ignored, the chestnut simply keeping his gaze affixed upon his betrayer, though it was the words of his brother that truly sparked his fire. "A warrior!" he roared, front feet flipping into the soil as the rare pit of rage grew within his stomach. A dating event? a man? "What other secrets do you keep from us, sister? Shall I assume you've thrown away all of your youth and purity to this scoundrel also?". It was then that the flaxen father noticed Maude was present, her sobs soon to add fuel to the fire. His green gaze falling to the youngest doe, Tilney prayed that the child's tears would be enough to change the stubborn mare's mind.
Until this moment tilney had restrained himself, not allowing his thoughts to reach out to touch her own, though by now it was impossible to resist any longer. Instant answers to their questions lurked within Aelfwines mind, just waiting to be read.
i have loved the stars too fondly,
to be fearful of the night.
Of course, the dappled woman’s excitement didn’t last long as Bartholomeo arrived. Dirt flying everywhere, breath heaving, and sorrow crossing his face. She tried to find the right words to tell him, to try and make it okay, and the fact that they absolutely couldn’t change her mind; but they all died as he moved closer. His voice echoing her choices in a solemn sound, but then he began to speak of the dating event. Aelfwine’s ears wavered as he began to frown. “Bart.” She began, her tone scolding. “I’ve felt this way for awhile – before the dating event. I thought that perhaps having you here would help my feeling, but it hasn’t and it’s the only thing I think I can do. I take to the heat better than the cold.” She noted, adding it in so he might understand why she chose the Throat and not the Basin.
However, in another flurry, her beautiful niece had appeared. Suddenly, tears begin spewing everywhere, as Maude approached and tossed her neck around the dappled doe’s shoulders, holding her tight. Aelfwine’s head lowered gently, embracing the pale girl as she closed her eyes, fighting away the tears of sadness and frustration. She didn’t realize it would be this difficult. “Oh darling Maude. I’m not leaving for good. I’ll come and visit, and you can always come visit me. We’ll never be too far.” She cooed quietly, aiming for the words to only be heard by Maude.
However, Tilney’s anger wasn’t lost to sister. Her own emerald gaze lingering sharply on Tilney as he spoke. “What secrets? Bartholomeo knew of the dating event – he was there too. I’m not a child, Tilney. I don’t need to be babied.” She grumbled, a frown finding her lips where an excited smile used to be. “I thought you’d all be happy for me… I was wrong.” She sighed, offering a small apologetic smile to Maude before looking up to her brothers. “You know where I’ll be. I hope you do visit.” She added in, reaching down and scooping up the egg before turning to leave.