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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 early evening air is surprisingly and unseasonably chilly. It comes as a blessed relief to the black behemoth, despite how used he now is to the uncomfortably high temperatures in the Dragon's Throat. His skin prickles as the icy wind blasts across it, ruffling his thick mane and bidding a shiver to spread from his nose to the tip of his tail, and he lifts his massive head to sniff at the freshness of the autumn breeze. The fact it's only early Orangemoon and already cold does not bode particularly well for the winter to come, implying that it will be a long and wearing one that will pick off the weak and unprepared; he'll need to ensure the Throat is ready to knuckle down and survive. This does not bother the mammoth man, who has the ideal build for lower temperatures with his great bulk and his copious amounts of hair, and he's sure he can lead his herd by example even as snow suffocates their food and the frigid nights send them fleeing into shelter. It is very ironic that a beast so suited for the cold rules the hottest land in Helovia, but he's long since learned that fate has an odd way of working.
The Veins are a familiar landscape to Volterra now. He knows this livid blue lava well, although he is in a far better state of mind now than he was the last several times he came here. Things are looking up for the beast - he's a practiced warlord now, a mere handful of battles away from truly becoming Indomitable. He has legions of beloved children, a strong herd at his back, and even things with Isopia are starting to brighten. Optimism glows in every heavy step as the titan moves at a collected canter, his breath coming evenly and his hooves hammering out a stacatto upon the hard ground below him. His life might be good at the moment, but it is not perfect. It can always improve. Power already thrums through his veins, but he needs more.
His structure magic has served him well since it came to him as a boy. It's incredibly useful in battle to be able to summon a plateau of stone in order to distract or damage an opponent, yet he can't help but wonder at the majesty that he could still reap if his magic was better. Imagine if he could call upon a pillar of earth that reached above his head in battle, one that could lift him high into the sky so he could launch a downwards blow upon his opponent. Imagine great spikes of earth stabbed into the guts of his foe, annihilating them in a single blow.
That's why he soon finds himself at the altar of his patron God, stood before the crumbling shrine with its glowing blue flowers. His last quest was difficult but satisfying in its completion, and he wonders what the great deity might set him this time. "Father Earth?" he rumbles questioningly to the shrine, nostrils flared to try and pick up the first scent of the massive God.
image by neverr the glorious
Using:
:: Legend Title Nominating Y8 (Volterra) ::
- VOTG Pass
from my records to quest an upgrade to the following from Earthy, from:
:: [ Magic: Earth | Ability to manipulate rock in the ground to create structures that remain attached to the earth ]
:: [ Restrictions | Can only make chest-high structures in battle and the structure will crumble as soon as concentration breaks; can only make one structure per post ]
to:
:: [ Magic: Earth U | Ability to manipulate the ground to create structures that remain attached to the earth ]
:: [ Restrictions | Can make up to 18hh structures in battle and the structure will crumble as soon as concentration breaks; can only make ??? structures per post ]
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
The God came, as he always would whenever he was able, but today he was slow to arrive.
Sleep for the God had been fitful, full of nightmares and whispered reports brought to him by the earth worms and other small bacteria that lingered around him while he slumbered deep under the earth. He was not a creature prone to laziness, but he needed rest just as everyone else did. And lately that was a luxury he rarely could afford himself. Even so, he broke through the shell of the earth with an amiable and paternal smile on his lips. His beard was long, as was the hair sprouting from his earths. Clods of dirt clung to his regal and massive body as he stepped onto the land, breathing a deep breath of clean and fresh air.
"Hello Volterra." He rumbled warmly, folding his massive wings against his flanks but making no attempt to shake any of the lose remnants of dirt and debris from his coat. Lines that indicated his lack of sleep circled his eyes, but he smiled nonetheless and offered the Indomitable his full attention.
"I am surprised to see you again so soon. Did you enjoy your tasks so much last time that you've come to ask for more?" The God chuckled, but of course there was an element of truth to them. Not that the God minded of course. He enjoyed offering tasks to help the Helovian's grow while they sought magic and items and other powers that they thought might fulfill them in ways that normal life never could.
It isn't long before that great voice reaches his ears, making even Volterra's deep baritone sound like a foal's shrill squeak. Immediately the beast's head dips into a nod, offering deference and respect to the earthen deity. The gesture is not one he would make to any mere mortal, but the Earth God is far from mortal and he, moreso than anybody else, garners the Indomitable's undying devotion.
The smile that erupted upon his face at the sight of the gigantic tribrid fades somewhat as he notices the man's sleep-deprived face, the lines that he's sure weren't there last time. Volterra is often prone to missing the obvious, but even he gets the impression that the great earthen behemoth is troubled. It is unsurprising; he's lost his herd recently, and must surely be concerned by the activities of Kaos. "Are you well, Father Earth?" Volterra does not think himself so friendly with the God that the brown giant will confide in him, but he asks the question without even considering it. He has noticed a certain sense of one-sidedness when it comes to the mortals' relationship with their Gods - it's always them asking the Gods for help, confiding their problems, begging for their boons. Nobody ever seems to ask the deities how they are feeling, or if they have any problems that they wish to discuss. The liquidation of the Hidden Falls implies that the Gods are not as infallible as they may appear, and that they, too, can fall victim to mortal follies.
No, Volterra certainly doesn't think himself worthy of the Earth God's trust, not even in the greatest depths of his arrogance. He does, however, know that he'd do anything in his power to aid the massive deity in his quest against Kaos, and he hopes that his question will not be misconstrued as prying.
The God's comment brings the grin back to Volterra's white-splashed face. "I would not say I enjoyed all of it - " his face clouds as he remembers his daughter's faux-death, and Valdis' maiming, all creating emotions strong enough to smooth the stone he'd been given, "- but I know it helped me grow, and the reward was most excellent." He's thinking of his newfound ability to shift into a huge three-headed dog, the living embodiment of savagery and his worst, darkest traits. He has christened the three heads based on these aspects of his personality; the left one Lust, the right one Avarice, and the central one Wrath. Yes, the reward for his last quest far outweighed the effort it took to complete it, and he is eager to advance himself further at the Earth God's bidding.
"My first magic, the one I developed when I was a boy. It is my favourite among my powers, yet I cannot help but wonder if it could be improved." He casts his eyes to the side, summoning a small pillar of rock that breaks the crust of the earth and rises to head-height. He holds it for a second, then allows it to crumble to dust. "I was wondering if that was possible? The structures are limited in height...I would rather like to see them dwarf even myself." He glances up at the Earth God, curiosity alight in those ruby eyes of his.
image by neverr the glorious
@Mythical Request
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
The God does not want to burden Volterra with the goings on of gods, and so instead of answering his question truthfully, the Earth merely smiles and nods his larger head. It is what Father' do for their children after all - they protect them from the worst of the world and all the things that they must endure so that their loved ones can lead a charmed and blissful existence. Although life has not always been easy for Volterra, the God will not add his worries about Kaos to the Indomitable's plate.
"Ahh yes. The ability to mould the earth ... that has always been one of my favourite magics to grant." The God muses, a smile pulling at the corners of his dark lips. "I am sure we can arrange something. I will need a few items from you first, and then we shall see how far your command of the earth will extend." Pausing for a moment, the God searched his mind to figure out just what he would need in order to awaken the magic within Volterra that the ruby-eyed stallion sought for himself.
"Bring me a volcanic piece of rock, a stone from the top of a mountain, and sand from beneath the Endless Blue."