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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 know it's already in your records, but I figured we could wrap this up IC? :D]
Isopia was amazed how readily her mind referred to the Edge as home. She'd never really had that same association with the Falls...it had been her place of residence; a place she'd been tethered to because of her dead child and her Father. But the Edge? She chose to come back here. Maybe that's why it felt like she sort of belonged.
Only now, returned with the newly-cleansed helmet in her possession, she merely felt like a bad child returning home to own up to her faults. And in a way, that's exactly what it was she was about to do. "Find him." She said to Hubris and Babel, who took off in opposite directions searching for the metal-worker.
Isopia stood with Dragomir's helmet nestled under one wing. It had been cleansed of the enchantments she had placed upon it and was finally returned back to the state it had been in when she had stolen it from the crafter. What was I thinking? She wondered again with a soft sigh. Isopia hadn't seen the stallion since their latest round of hot-tub preparations, and wasn't exactly sure where to find him.
Searching on the ground while her dragons scoured for him from above, she hoped this wouldn't take too terribly long.
The sight of the golden dragon, especially to man such as that to which she appears, seems to portend something. Looking up from his work (several metal spades, which he has made in different styles to test for efficacy, and is in the process of crafting wooden handles for), his blue eyes momentarily flicker with worry. An omen?
Of what?
It’s only after a seconds thought that he recognizes her, but only just so, as the Mountain’s other bonded dragon, who is far more reserved in nature than her chipper bronze, who he’d surely have recognized pretty quickly. Tilting his head with wonder, the clever Royal quickly moves out into the wood, leaving the clumsy man to stumble after her hurriedly with an exasperated and worried exclamation.
"Hey! Wait up!" he calls, crashing through the forest after the swift, golden female.
He looses sight of the dragon only moments before he canters into the clearing in which the Mountain waits for him, his large hooves clamorously drumming against the earth as he pulls to a stop.
"Damn," he mutters under his breath, glancing about for the gold, and starting slightly when he lays eyes on Isopia, "Ah!"
Proclaims the man as he takes several nervous steps back, his eyes widening. Smiling sheepishly when he realizes its who he was looking for all along, he steps towards her, glancing at the skull tucked under her wing. Shit. He’d told her he’d be at the Veins, hadn’t he? Hopefully she hadn’t waited there long…
"Hey, you’re back," he says, with a smile, but as he apologizes, his small falls, and his eyes drift downward, "I, uh, well I’m sorry I didn’t meet you in the south. I get so busy, I lose track of time too easily, I think…"
With regained vivacity, his eyes return to the often overly-serious mare with a hopeful cheer that every thing had been done.
"Did it go well?" he asks, "I hope it wasn't a terrible amount of trouble."
He comes quite quickly, all things considered. The Edge is huge, and there is a better than likely chance that he wasn't even in the Edge to begin with. That Babel has managed to find him and direct him back to the demi-goddess before the sun has moved much is by all accounts a miracle. But such things are simply common place in Helovia. It's one of the charms of the land.
He immediately takes some of the responsibility for her solo-venture onto himself, and although Isopia is ready to be free of this guilt, she cannot allow him to accept any more of her sins. "Oh, I went to the Veins immediately. I thought it better to complete the task than to come here and make you walk all the way back south." He was an equine after all and although he looked rather fit, he still would have taken much longer without wings. "It was easy enough." She concluded with a shrug of her slender shoulders. "I don't actually think the process of burning and bathing actually cleansed it. I think it was just something my Father sent me to do. Either way, he removed the enchantments. It is ready to accept whatever it is you'd like it to do now."
Stepping forward, the demi-goddess offered the helmet back to its rightful owner, years after it had been originally taken. "My views on theft have dramatically changed since I...stole this from you. I promise it won't happen again."
Dragomir misses the hint that the Mountain drops that he might be slower than she is, and simply takes the statement as an acceptance of his tardiness. Sure, he was in decent shape, but the son of the Steadfast was also not the sort to hurry here, or there; all his muscle had been earned at a slow, plodding walk, which allowed him to admire the natural world around him. The concept of training, at least in a physical sense, was as foreign to the tricolored man’s way of life as the thought of acting on emotional impulse was for the Mountain.
Thereby, he did not blame anyone for undertaking travel without his moseying to delay them.
Smiling with a nod of gratitude that she had undertaken the task and that it had not been as bothersome as he’d worried it might be, he steps forward to take the helmet from under her wing, twisting his head back to attach it to his satchels. Looking back at her, he does not see the faint glow which pulses through the bone, so much as feels it, as the magic within it draws on his subconscious desires, and imbues the item with the ability to see within stones, and know if and what metal were within them.
Magic, however, is normal here; the girl before him, after all, was a horned and winged horse, slowly becoming a moss encrusted stone wreathed with ferns and blooms. He pays a slightly glowing tiger mask no mind.
"I forgive you," he says, feeling suddenly awkward doing so, his pale eyes shooting away from the Mountain, and out into the wood, before making their way back; he had, after all, done far worse things than take something he thought he needed at the time, and had never apologized, like she did, "what, er, well, made you change you mind?"
Isopia accepts his forgiveness with an uncomfortable half-nod of her head. For a moment she thinks that she's finally done with all of this...that is, until Dragomir extends the conversation, looping back around again to Isopia's past mistakes.
What does it matter? She thinks with an annoyed mental breath. Her death-marked face remains placid however, as she forces herself to think of an appropriate response. "I realized the hypocrisy of what I'd done." The Mountain began. "I came to the Edge to challenge the King and Queen for an item that one of their sleuths had taken. I'd almost forgotten that I'd taken something from you, because without you being around, I was all too easy to forget what I had done, and how the helmet had been acquired. Immediately after my challenge commenced with Tembovu, I sought you out."
Hubris patted Isopia's shoulder reassuringly, mentally telling her that she'd done the right thing, and was continuing to do the right thing. Babel however, giving 0 fucks about returning items or the morality of stealing them, whistled loudly and childishly, indicating that he, if no one else, was entirely over this conversation.
"Nothing like a fight for that," he chuckles warmly with a subtle smile, having had to be in one himself, many years ago, to learn that he could not be the man his father would have him be; it was not exactly the same, but the core of it was: they both had grown as a result. He hoped, for her sake, unlike one party to the fight that had changed him, that both she and Tembovu had walked away from their fight in good enough health, considering.
The whistle of the Mountain’s dragon draws the pale eyes of the stallion to him, something about the tone indicating that he was ready to be out and doing other things. Almost shaking his head good naturedly at the business of dragons (they were always eager to be doing, or sleeping, one or the other, it seemed), he instead looks back over his shoulder, towards his nearby crafting grove.
"I should get back to work," he says as he looks back to her, nodding farewell, "but, uh, if you ever need anything, I’ll be around."