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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.
It was home, regardless of how she felt about it. Don’t get her wrong, other than the blistering sun, the Throat wasn’t a bad place. She’d fallen into the trap of it easily enough, lingering on the border with the sea lapping at her feet, avoiding leaving. One, what was she going to do anyway? She will recruit, but she’s basically terrible at it, so it’s not something she does often. There are much more outgoing horses in the Throat better suited to representing the herd than her. And two, she does not like flying. It is really freaking weird, her feet just sort of useless in the sky and she lands kind of like a brick still. Maybe she should practice that part, but hell if her feet are going to leave the ground and the sea any more than they must.
Thea, on the other hand, very much enjoys their home. She better, because it was her idea to come here. They have both grown used to functioning like vampires, sleeping away the day in the oasis or in what little shade they can find. Coming out as the sun sets and playing in the ocean for a while, before sleeping some more. She’s gotten lazy, truthfully, complacent in this place and the quiet life she’s establish for herself and Thea. On occasion, Thea drags them both into social situations, but even Thea seems largely content with their quiet life.
Today is a usual day for them. The sun is beginning to set, and the evening is turning pleasant, a slight breeze in the air. It’s almost chilly, for the Throat, anyway. Thea, content in her hydra form for now, slithers along their usual path toward the water, Syrena trailing in her wake. Her companion is a pile of energy, always ten steps ahead, or just moving circles around Syrena. The reach the water, and Thea dives in, creating a ruckus like she always does. Syrena wades in quietly, letting the warm water lap at her legs, turning her red and orange and yellow where the water touches.
Like usual, she assumes her evening will pass like this. Thea playing, Syrena doing nothing useful at all. She just doesn’t know where to begin, though she’s trying. Giving away keys, waiting for orders from her monarchs. She’ll work, when given the work, but what else do you do? When life just takes and takes everything from you, why work for it again?
The blue bird always loved to stay up late. Perhaps it was because of when he was younger, the military often did drills deep within the dark blanket of night and Sunjata would sneak off from where he was supposed to sleep to watch them. It was easy for him to find a vantage point to hide in and remain quiet, watching all different types of strategies practiced over and over again. Had he gotten the chance to participate as well, he would have known the moves before training even began. But that was the trouble of being a young prince in a far away land. You never got to do the things you wanted to do.
As he made his way to the water to wade off the exhaustion of the day, he spotted a couple of creatures in the distance. As he made his way into the water, he lowered his wings so their tips began to wade in the water, before slowing plunging himself further. Then as he lifted his ivory head from the salty water, he found his icy gaze returning to the creatures, figuring he should probably at least say hello to them. As he got closer, he noticed the one was a crafter – the one that had given him a key recently. A small smile danced along his lips as he moved toward them, the water parting as he crossed.
“Syrena, was it?” He questioned with a tilt of his head, noticing her color change in a small amount of awe. “This is the best time to enjoy the water, you have good taste.” He admitted with a small chuckle, his thickly accented voice reaching across toward her and her companion.
She is vaguely aware of another nearby. It’s rare that she runs into anyone at this hour of the evening just hanging out in the water. Everyone gets up when it’s cool enough to move and does something useful their time. Syrena, however, cannot figure out what she might even consider doing. Her two friends lived in the Edge, and she could not live there with them. The water was too far, located down a cliff that would mean certain doom for the wingless siren. Living without easily accessible water was just not something she ever wanted to do, and so, she had come here. The Basin had a lake, but her seal-gray skin didn’t really grow hair as a normal horse’s did, instead remaining slick like it was perpetually wet all year round. The cold Basin was not something she thought she could tolerate. Though she wasn’t a fan of the Throat’s heat, but she was far better suited to it.
Her awareness of the other horse doesn’t draw her that way, but it does alert Thea. Thea is desperate for friends and therefore, desperate to force Syrena to make friends. The hydra starts moving toward the other horse as he starts moving toward them. With less resignation than she expected to feel, Syrena followed, though soon enough Sunjata is already near them, and she doesn’t have to go far. Thea splashes in the water happily in hello, all five heads bobbing in greeting. There’s something slightly terrifying about those five heads and those ten purple eyes, but Thea’s antics are so ridiculous that anything fearful about her appearance is quickly washed away.
She remembers the blue bird-like horse, having given him a key not too long ago. He’d been kind and not overly intrusive, and if she was going to have company this evening, there is definitely worse company to have. “It is,” she says, when he confirms her name. “Sunjata, right? It is a nice evening, though I enjoy the water regardless of the weather.” She almost laughs at that, because it must be obvious. She had gills behind her ears, fins instead of feathers, and scales along her legs and belly. If he is half bird, than she is half fish. What an interesting pair they make, dripping with water in the dying sun. It would be a borderline romantic scene if it didn’t include the emotionless siren. Though no, she is not quite emotionless, just sad. She is too sad to feel much of anything else.
Thea prods at Syrena through their bond, a strange mental poke, trying to get her bonded to actually make small talk, or try to keep the conversation going. To do anything, really, to actually attempt to make a friend or do something but wallow in the water. “How have you been?” she manages, thinking this is the way conversation progresses, not entirely sure she’s got it right.
A chuckle escaped Sunjata’s darkened lips as Thea bounded toward him, her multiple heads dipping in the water, splashing every which way. The sentiment of finding this encounter entertaining also glimmered in his icy eyes as he nodded a hello to the hydra. Then, his attention turned to Syrena as she began to speak. He nodded to her then as she recalled his own name, flashing a cheery and slightly roguish grin her way. “Yes. You can call me Jata instead if you prefer.” He added in before she continued, talking of the water regardless of the weather. Another small chuckle escaped him as he nodded along in agreement, relaxing his wings in the water, splaying the tri toned blue plumes across the water, dragging one back to send a splash Thea’s way.
“I’m quite fond of the water myself, despite being born with wings.” He admitted, his eyes lingering on the hydra before moving over to Syrena as she asked how he’d been. His clouded blue shoulders rolled in a slight shrug in response. “I’ve been good, I guess. I’ve been tasked with finding someone for the Throat, and in the mean time I’ve spent the other times searching for my sister.” He offered the information easily, feeling confident that Syrena wouldn’t go blabbing her mouth about his love for his sibling.
“But, how have you been? Have they kept you busy?” He questioned with a tilt of his head, his icy eyes softening into a crystal blue as he looked upon the webbed mare curiously. His mane began to flop over slightly with the tilt, the length growing out a bit longer than he liked. Typically, Jata would keep it short in a mohawk, but the multi-hued blues were growing like a weed, splaying and sticking up randomly, especially when water was involved. Instead of appearing roguishly handsome like he’d prefer, he was sure he probably looked a bit ridiculous.
05-26-2017, 06:57 PM (This post was last modified: 05-26-2017, 06:57 PM by Syrena.)
i want to be wild, beautiful and free
Thea is pleased with the hello she receives from Sunjata, even if it comes in the form of a laugh and a nod. It’s more than enough for her, and she settles down slightly, trailing around near the stallion enough to be very present and not forgotten, but not so much as to be completely annoying. Or so Thea thinks, anyway, though Syrena isn’t entirely sure that her overzealous companion won’t overstep one day. Sunjata, at least, seems like a kind enough soul, so Syrena leaves Thea be with just a slight warning through their bond. Thea slinks back to Syrena for slightly longer, before drifting in between the two of them and staying put.
“Jata,” she says with a nod, committing the name to her memory. She’d gotten better about names as of late, making it a point to do her best to remember them. When she’d first come, she’d dismissed most everyone she’d met, still unaware that her powers had been lost and that these horses would become her constant companions. At the time, she’d only planned to stay for a little while before setting off to the next land, and their names, as the names of all those before them, had not been worth her time. Now though….ah, well now, things were very different.
Thea makes a strange, screeching sound when he splashes her. Syrena is pretty sure it’s supposed to be a laugh, but hydra sounds are not her most knowledgeable subject. However, the happiness that courses through her bonded makes her think she’s probably right. Thea uses the long, purple-finned tail to try and splash Jata back, creating a rather impressive little wave with the large tail. Her aim, however, might not be as impressive. Some of the water hits Syrena, not that she minds, her skin changing color where the water splashes against her.
He confesses he also likes the water, and she likes him slightly more for that. Those that can sink into the water, wings and all, do get slightly higher regard in her book. “I do not often see others out here,” she says, trying to be polite, saying without saying that she appreciates others than enjoy the sea. Yes, there was a large and pleasant lake in the oasis, but it wasn’t the same. Perhaps the sea is dangerous here, but so close to the shore, she doesn’t worry or simply can’t bring herself to care. She will always prefer the sea.
He goes on to answer her question, and it takes her a moment to remember what his job here is. They’d been promoted at the same time, if she remembers correctly, and eventually it comes back to her. Or maybe it just clicks, given his tasks, but either way she nods. “They are keeping you busier than me, then.” Not that she doesn’t have anything to do, but finding two missing horses seemed like a larger task than collecting metal. “Though I am well, and busy enough. There is talk of refortifying our borders, so I suppose that will be quite time consuming when it happens. For now, I tasked with outfitting our army, collecting metals, and the usual tasks.” She was busier than she might otherwise have been if there was another crafter, but it seemed unlikely that Zero would be showing up to help her anytime soon.
“I do hope you find your sister though,” she adds after a moment of silence. Thea continues to drift between them, one head spitting water toward Sunjata, another toward Syrena, the other three looking around for trouble. The hydra was entirely unaware of the somewhat serious turn of the conversation, for Syrena finds she does actually mean this. His sister was not quite like her sisters, but still, the bond was a similar thing. She rarely found her sisters, though she always knew where to look. They simply didn’t often show themselves, though that is likely why most think them simply creatures of myth and legend. Still, despite the differences, she can understand in some small way what he might be going through. Even if she didn’t quite know how to sympathize well.
It didn’t seem awkward for Sunjata, though had it been another time it would have been. Where before, he was wary of those without wings, finding them uneducated and barbaric in ways. Now, after having been in Helovia for quite some time now, he was getting over his deep rooted fears and wariness. And he had begun to admire the other creatures of the land a bit more. A soft chuckle escaped his dark lips as Thea made a screeching sound as he splashed her. A grin returning to his lips as she splashed him back, his pelt twitching as he lowered his head to the water and aimed to knock some water back her way.
“I do not often see others out here.” And he nods in agreement. He hadn’t seen many people enjoying the water either. “I’m not sure why, but I haven’t either.” He admitted with another small chuckle. Yet the conversation began to shift to the question he had asked her previously, of if she was staying busy with tasks of the Throat. She spoke of refortifying their borders and outfitting the army, his brows raise entirely intrigued. “Oh, wow. That sounds like it might be quite the task.” His thickly accented voice rolled off his tongue in surprise. “If you need help, I can be some brawn if you need it.” He added in at the end.
But then she speaks of his sister and he nods slightly her way. “I’ll find her somewhere, whether she decided to try and abandon Helovia for home. She should know there’s nothing left.” And he laughed at this statement, though the fact there were so many truths to it. He sighed quietly at the end of it and offered a slight shrug, as if it didn’t bother him, but the thought still remained. How many had survived the attack, and would they end up here in Helovia? “Regardless, the Throat seems to be a decent place to stay. She chose not to take my offer to come.” He noted with another small awkward laugh.