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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 rumors compelled her, intrigued her, delved deep into the core of her beliefs, of her history, of her memories; circulations and stories of the Hidden Falls no longer relegated to an empire, left, abandoned, by their patron God. Curiosity had always been a vice and a virtue, brimming over her surface until it pervaded the deep denizens of her soul, pulsed through her heart, spellbound her mind, and no sooner had the concept of exploring the very place she’d once been kidnapped entered her membrane, did she and Imogen spring up from their cavern and race across the horizon. How had it changed? How had it been altered?
She knew the route – swallowed when she recalled tracing its outline, its primrose path, when Ulrik the Engineer had shouted his challenge for her to return home, when she’d been obliged on the fringes of war, when she’d heart the shouts, the howls, the defiance scattered amongst the rubble, too late to help, to guide, to soothe, useless, ineffective, just as the Falls had wanted her.
It was a restless endeavor, an artful crusade; neither danced, neither waltzed, neither conducted hallelujahs, pledged reverence. They bowed their heads at its entrance, ducked beneath branches and boughs, only giving, granting, obliging the smallest of hums, easing the racing, apprehensive junctures of her essence. When no one stopped them at the borders, when no one craved for their purpose, she understood the stories to be authentic, and the Songbird stilled for the barest of moments, lifting her hoof over the fringes after careful, deliberate consideration, sinking into the threshold’s embrace. The pair were quiet and solemn, a composition of tranquility and serenity, staring out over the endless edges of greenery, of life, things she’d never noticed beyond not yearning to be there before. Her eyes found ghosts at first, just legions of spilled, inky rivulets twisting over the fronds and plumes, the massive leaves, a haunted breath forming over her lips before she drew to some other column, some other tree. The nest in which she’d been lain was long gone, smoothed out by the passing of hooves and herd members, so she didn’t stay within the old traces for long, linger her sights on the open terrain that was once only a battlefield. She neglected the whispers, the silence, the foreboding that reminded her of Ink, and how he’d only done his duty, how he’d snagged and ensnared her on her way to her brethren. Her stare chanced over the rushing water she’d once heard echo across the tree limbs, wandering towards its confines, and merely witnessing its stark, rushing power – pondering why it’d been left to ruin, wondering why the Earth God had consigned it to oblivion; placing a gentle smile on her face as Imogen chirped, trying to regard the spirits of the vines, of the ponds, of the glade as more than just a tormented realm; but a world alive with color and pleasantries. Its kin must have cherished it, must have loved it, must have given it all of their spirit, all of their strength, all of their vitality – and then, to have it taken from them…she attempted to imagine it, deeper than the boundaries she resided within, deeper than the green walls and the bubbling ponds, taken – and her heart broke a little at the notion of a world with more refugees, left to only be discovered, not tended.
Mesec couldn’t say for sure what kept drawing him back here - maybe it was as simple as the novelty of being in a place that was once a herdland (once two herd lands). Or maybe he kept returning here out of hopes of seeing someone he had run into here - wondering if she would be drawn to it as well. So far, this strange place was producing pleasant memories, as if to eclipse the restless memories of his youth tied to the Foothills.
It made him wish, in a lazy sort of way, that the Falls was still a herd land - that he could take Vesper and live under the gentle guidance of the Earth God.
Lucius was hunting elsewhere, thankful for the bounty that the relatively mild season was providing, and Lyra was wandering with Mesec as he meandered aimlessly. She was rooting through a bush when Mesec caught sight of movement. He drifted towards the unicorn, delighted at the chance to come across someone else. And, much to Mesec’s delight, he recognized who it was.
“Hello!” He called with a bright smile as he drew closer. “Lena, right?” He had come across the bay mare a couple times, but they were always fleeting run ins and he wanted to make sure he got the name right. Today, though, there was no new companion to care for - no mutual friend bleeding and near death in the snow. “I’m Mesec.” He offered, uncertain if he would have been remembered and never assuming that he would have been. His gaze drifted down as soft fur brushed up one of his forelegs. He glanced down to spot Lyra, pressing against him. “I hope you don’t mind the intrusion - but Lyra hasn’t gotten much chance to meet another kitsune before.” The young black pup - growing into her adolescence now as her jet-black coat was fading with silver-grey - was eyeing the white kitsune with a powerful sense of curiosity. She had only ever seen one other kitsune to this day, and he had been a black one like her. Never had she imagined seeing one that was white.
“Is it alright if she says hello?” His gaze returned to Lena, warm with an amused grin. He had never seen Lyra act so shyly, she lingered by his legs and peered around with her violet eyes. Normally she was the first to bound forward but when it came to her own kind she didn’t seem to know how to act. She chirped a hello but seemed rooted to the spot, relying on Mesec to bridge what she couldn't.
mesec
I'll fight to survive through this thunderous life
without you by my side
The sound of another’s approach hastened her away from daydreams and doldrums, scattered her gaze from the falls, half-expecting the ghosts of the past to linger before her sight, a dissolving puddle of ink, a drawing on the ground, a rough sketch of her prior captivity – but only recognition fluttered there, out from the abyss and into the sunlight. It was friendly and amiable, a tether of stars and the horizon, and her heart lifted for the strongest of moments, remembered another laying beside her rose Queen, granting aid and assistance when it’d been needed the most. “Hello!” She gathered and echoed back, a smile peeking over the grandeur of her lips, radiant and effervescent as before, sun-kissed and illuminated by better hours, when lives hadn’t slipped away. Mesec, she stored in her memory, but it seemed familiar too, as if he’d been here for centuries, glowing like the heavens, sent down from the moon and her spiraling galaxies. “How wonderful to finally put a name to a face!” Her voice chimed and echoed, harmonic and melodious, but it was Imogen immediately thereafter, excited and jubilant, that caught chirps and tied them into bowstrings, delighted to see another of her species wandering the great, green earth.
“Not at all!” The Songbird spoke, laughing as Imogen spiraled into utter restlessness and silliness, bouncing along the grass, tails whipping feverishly back and forth. “It seems Imogen would love to make her acquaintance,” and with a kind, obliging nod from the Mender, the ivory kitsune hopped forward, bending this way and that to see the young kit, reaching her nose out to touch with the other, encouraging her through chirrups and foxy gestures. Imogen, perhaps because she was the elder in the situation, felt utterly obligated to allow the cub a chance to speak with another like her, and continued with her friendly, outspoken charades, branching into kitsune language with soft twirls and deeper resonations. Hello! was the first, and then Do you want to play? was the second, tails flipping wildly again, embodying her elation. A hope bubbled and buoyed there, for she very rarely got to interact with fellow kitsunes; either there were too few of them, or something else always appeared in the way (war, chaos, mayhem, a mixture of bedlam and desecration). As they spoke together, Lena pressed her curiosity further into the grain, pondering over the nature of Mesec’s companion, for surely he’d had another when she’d seen him last. “Have you had her long?” She inquired, stare glancing along the horizon for signs of his other bonded – impressed over how he’d managed to acquire two.
Lyra’s uncharacteristic shyness did not last long. Though she pressed her small body into Mesec’s foreleg at first, it only took as long as Imogen’s nose touching against hers to break her out of the spell she had been in. With a near-scream of delight the small kitsune realized that Imogen was friendly in addition to being one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. Mesec was almost completely nudged from her mind when she realized that this was a companion that she could talk to - that was talking to her!!
YES! came Lyra’s resounding answer to Imogen’s question of play - as she reared up on her hind legs and her tails flailed happily behind her - joy absolutely radiating from every single piece of fur on the kit’s body. She bounded towards Imogen in a clumsy hurry, ready to follow the older kitsune into anything.
“Not very long, I found her just near the end of Frostfall.” Mesec couldn’t help but smile at the now-boisterous little fox. She was so different from Lucius - so different from Mesec himself even - but she fit so perfectly in with them. Were all companion bondings so easy?
He didn’t miss the way Lena’s eyes travelled around - and he wondered whether the unicorn was looking for signs of the zephyr that normally accompanied him. “Lucius is hunting, but I think he’ll come say hello - we never got a chance to properly thank you for helping us out when he was a hatchling. I don’t think I would have been able to feed him on my own.”
mesec
I'll fight to survive through this thunderous life
without you by my side
They were utter mayhem and calamity – the very way all kitsunes should’ve been – as soon as Lyra granted permission for play. Imogen chirruped, high and mighty, rising on her hind limbs too, tails flashing in eager delight, before extending one of her paws in an opportunity, in attempt, to bop the other on the nose. The moment of hilarity followed with an eager, zealous laugh, and then the ivory kitsune tried to dart away, between the Songbird’s legs, in effort to evade any incoming assaults. She hoped her longer legs would carry her quickly along the verdant venue, give her a chance to be triumphant and glorious, and the Songbird could only shake her head in amusement, glad to see the ivory vixen given an opportunity to relish another of her kind.
Her attentions focused back on the starlit beast as he answered her inquiry – kindling the age and extent of their bond. Lena and Imogen’s had long since flourished, years that felt like a lifetime (and she could almost forget a time before the fox; in between wars and sorrows, refugee expanses, deep in the woods, left alone and behind), and she had no doubt that Mesec and his newly hatched connection would be the same. The mention of the zephyr, however, rekindled, stoked, the wares of her memory, and her smile remained there, untarnished and beatific, as he noted the name of the first. She could recall his confusion, his apprehension, from the day the little form had burst from its shell, and then offering her friendly advice, unaware and unassuming, just hoping to lend a helping hand instead of a barbaric, hostile void. “Oh, you’re welcome,” she laughed and shrugged, as if it had been nothing; another wave of her tenderness, kindness, and compassion, wishing the rest of the world could do the same from time to time, instead of making bitter rivals or malicious omens. “I’m glad my knowledge was useful. I presume he’s become a capable companion?” The Songbird winked, then indulged further into watching the two foxes roll and tumble about – a much brighter instance than most events nowadays, and she could breathe easier, lighter, without the weight of chaos looming over her shoulder.
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