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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.
05-12-2017, 12:00 PM (This post was last modified: 05-12-2017, 12:02 PM by Nymeria.)
Do you think they'll be expecting us?
Of course not. What reason would they have to expect our return?
Still—aren't you disappointed that our return will be unmet by brother and family?
C'mon Lil. You know me and every turn of my mind. Why would I ever turn my muzzle down at the element of surprise?
Sometimes I forget how old you've become.
Silver mist was rolling in among the trees, illuminated only by piercing shafts of moonlight. The night's liquid darkness lay heavy over the earth, pooling like viscous oil beneath the trees. The two, wolf and lamb (but which was which?) were simply flitting spectres among the vast and unencumbered darkness. They were shadows—stretching and undulating over the earth—accompanied only by the soft and haunting sound of their own breath and the leathery hiss of Lilómiel's wings.
As it always seemed to be, it had been a long time since their last foray into Helovia, even longer since they had met with brother or mother or farther or family. She remembered her nieces and nephews with a sharp eye, naturally; but she found that she cared little and less for the follies of her brother's life. If there was one thing she had found while absent, it was a peace that had settled in her heart and soothed away the aches and pains of her tedious self-absorption and ambition. Her hunger—her rampant and venomous desire, always prevailing—had at long last yielded beneath the embrace of logic and fathomable content.
Well?
I don't know.
A hesitation—a pique in curiosity, a knife-edge desire to the tone of his next thought.
Divide and conquer?
Patience, love. We'll see.
You said you'd wait forever... but I blinked, and the world was gone.
He does not come to the Threshold these days. It is a task best left to his smooth-tongued underlings, and he's rather too busy to dally in such things, as arrogant as that may sound. Volterra is not above recruiting, but he's never been very good at it and there's better things he could spend his time upon. Sparring takes priority; he will not become the greatest warlord in history if he doesn't forgo menial tasks like this in favour of sparring.
Today, he happens to be grazing in the forest just outside the Threshold, a coincidence that could perhaps be referred to as fate. There's a savage, thunderous roar from above and the beast glances upwards to see Vérzés circling frantically around, bellowing and exhaling great plumes of ice. The titan pins his ears, glowering up at the crimson dragon. "Why the noise?" he questions, stern command glowing through the mental words.
Vérzés circles, bellows again, and sends Volterra an image that ejects the thought of everything else on his mind. His massive head is flung up within seconds, his powerful legs turned in the direction that his red dragon bids him. He doesn't think, doesn't question, he just does - because Vérzés's image is of Nymeria, and that transcends anything else. The goliath runs like he's never ran before, his long stride easily twisting him through the trees and undergrowth. Fallen logs are hurdled with impunity and branches that slash his skin are pointedly ignored; nothing else matters, and no force of nature will stop him. Vérzés flies swiftly beside him, his focus as single-minded as Volterra's. Vadir is elsewhere, purging the forest of its prey.
He breaks through the final copse of trees, and sees her for the first time in years. Sweat beads his flesh and his thick, rippling muscles shudder with exertion as he lurches to a halt, his breath haggard but his eyes bright. "Nymeria." Vérzés waves a paw at Lilómiel, seemingly bearing no ill-will towards the black despite the somewhat heated exchange during their bondeds' fight.
Suddenly, the onyx monolith is unsure. Does he approach his sister, plunge his nose into her mane and pull her close, as he wants to do? That, though....that will risk unearthing memories of their last meeting, when she'd offered herself to him on a plate and he'd come so, so close to taking it. The ensuing fight is burnt behind his eyes, and he's loathe to do anything that may cause a repeat of it. Instead he stands his ground and just stares at his skull-face sister, his massive chest still heaving as he catches his breath. They've both grown in the time since they last met; he's bulked out and added countless more scars to his pelt, and she's even more beautiful than he remembers.
"Where have you been?" he demands in that thick baritone of his, his words stern but with an underlying tone of warmth and love.
V O L T E R R A UNTIL WE'RE STRIPPED DOWN TO OUR SKELETONS AGAIN UNTIL WE'RE SAINTS JUST SWIMMING IN OUR SINS AGAIN
I KNOW IT SAYS EGDE BUT CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP @Nymeria
[ 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 ]
05-12-2017, 02:24 PM (This post was last modified: 05-12-2017, 02:27 PM by Tilney.)
tilney
and oh, there is more to this life
'AGAIN? TILNAY!'
The inescapable groans from his bonded bounded around his cranium as soon as the creature noted their all-too familiar path. Why Peatree hated the threshold so much was a mystery to all, though in truth Tilney wasn't particularly fond of it either. 'We's ALWAYS going to here!"
As usual, Tilney ignored the bleats and moans, the swoops too.
Lantern lit and bright, Tilney was the first past the treeline, his wary steps and cloven feet taking him slowly over the strange terrain the threshold provided. Reaching out from far away were voices, the kind he could not understand but the kind he wished to add a face to. Newcomers perhaps.
Donned in his dark foliage-coloured cloak, Tilney might appear quite princely were it not for the grime, tears and tatters gathered on the edges of the cloth as it trailed upon the ground with his tail. While his rump, flanks, and most of his ribs were covered by the cloak, his signature tree marking still stood proudly upon his shoulder and neck, even from under the strapping and generous amounts of cloth.
Peatree was the first to approach the strangers, taking his place above the pair upon a high-hanging branch. "Big bones have they on theys faces..." the bat would speak suspiciously to his ginger friend. Tilney, cocking an eyebrow, could already picture one or two faces with such markings that came to mind. As he brushed past a shrub or two, the pair became totally visible.
The first he recognised was Nymeria, a woman who he had met in these woods once before. The other was a man he knew to be as Volterra the Indomitable, one he'd never exactly had words with but had even fought beside when the bone monster marched. It made sense now that he looked at them; clearly brother and sister, or twins no doubt. "Not a bad night" the stag uttered to them as he stepped unto familiar ground, taking his place to the right of Volterra and smiling gently as his lantern lit their faces.
ooc; so stoked you're back wanda! <3
also let me know if I can have your permission to use Tilneys mind reading magic in this thread!
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