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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.
05-25-2017, 10:20 PM (This post was last modified: 05-25-2017, 10:20 PM by Saartjie.)
Saartjie
Helovia was much, much colder than the first time she had crossed over the borders with her dearest brother. The wind that blew through the trees was cold and biting, holding with it the promise of a miserably cold winter. Saartjie had worked up a sweat during her travel and now, as the wind bit mercilessly into her flesh, making her shiver, she wished that she had taken her time instead of rushing back.
The only question was where he could be.
When she had left Helovia he had been a member of the Dragon's Throat ... at least she thought that was where he had been. Honestly at that point she hadn't been too bothered with knowing where he was because she'd been upset with him for several reasons that she couldn't be bothered to remember right then.
Anyhow, with her temperament and her penchant for revenge and flings it hadn't taken much convincing for her to run off with a stallion she hardly knew. A whirlwind romance, some would call it, and they would be correct. It had been fun and exciting at the beginning. But then the excitement waned and the attraction dissipated and once that was gone Saartjie became bored. It was her boredom, she would have everyone believe, that made her leave the stallion behind and go back to Helovia.
Truth be told -- and she would deny it -- she had missed Sunjata and had craved the warmth, protection, and love that he offered her so easily.
An equally irritated and exhausted sigh slipped past the petite mare's lips as she stood, vulnerable, in the Threshold. She hadn't been in Helovia long enough to truly explore and figure out where everything was, and now that she was back she didn't know which way to go to even start looking for Sunjata. She wanted to be annoyed at him because he wasn't standing in the forest awaiting her return -- as he had always done in Dorobo --, but that was completely and totally ridiculous now. With a snort and a roll of her eyes she picked a direction -- west -- and started walking.
05-26-2017, 01:44 AM (This post was last modified: 05-26-2017, 01:44 AM by Sunjata.)
he had been someone, before the fall.
Despite having been working on making a name for himself, and perhaps his futile attempts at a bed to lay in, Sunjata almost never stopped thinking of his sister. The way he had offered her to return to his embrace in the Throat and how she had seemingly vanished since then. They had their ups and downs, as always, perhaps a few more downs than ups as of late. But the blue bird loved her, and hoped that perhaps she might realize it and return.
His attempts at searching the Threshold almost always came up empty, and he was honestly about to trudge to every other herdland and ask for her in hopes that she might have claimed refuge somewhere other than where he had been looking. But he hadn’t. Instead, the man chose to search the Threshold one last time. Anxiously, his stomach churned as he flew over the treetops, the cold wind ruffling his feathers and causing a shiver to run down his spine. His flight grew slightly wobbly as his gaze remained watching the breaks in the trees for any sign of color, or life.
And then, as he regained his flight, the man saw her. At first, he wasn’t sure it was her, flattening his wings and body to dive closer to the earth, and as he approached he couldn’t contain the happy whinny that escaped his darkened lips. “Saartjie!” His thickly accented voice shrieked out toward his sibling as he came barreling down from the sky. He had practiced his flight recently, and managed to land without too much trouble, but it did cause a rather large thud sound and a sharp grunt to leave his lips as his hooves met the earth.
He had landed slightly behind her, but immediately folded his wings and turned, hurrying himself up to her to make sure she was real and not some sort of mirage or trick played on his mind. “is dit regtig jy?” He cooed to her, stopping a few feet away, navy rimmed ears perked forward entirely hopeful, silently waiting.
Her gaze was immediately drawn toward the sky and she stood and watched as her brother's blue form streaked through the sky. He looked as though he were falling and for a moment Saartjie wondered if her sudden reappearance -- and beauty -- had made her poor brother faint. The shifting of his wings and legs was enough to suggest otherwise, which was only mildly disappointing.
Saartjie turned as Sunjata landed behind her, the force of it made her own legs ache. All this time and he still has not learned to land properly She thought, one ear tilting back as she regarded her brother's muscular form. "Jy moet leer om meer grasieus te land." She finally spoke, her tone pleasant despite the fact that she was scolding Sunjata. "Jy gaan uiteindelik jou bene breek." And then what would she do? What would he do?
The coloful mare's ears tilted forward when Sunjata asked if it was really her. "Wie anders sou dit wees?" She asked simply, a small smile curving the corners of her mouth. "Het jy my misgeloop, liefde?" And she walked forward, closing whatever gap Sunjata had left between them. Her neck stretched as she reached to run her muzzle along Sunjata's neck, while simultaneously tucking herself against his chest, where she belonged.
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"Het jy my misgeloop, liefde?"
Translation:
Jy moet leer om meer grasieus te land - you must learn to land more gracefully
Jy gaan uiteindelik jou bene breek - you're going to end up breaking your legs
Wie anders sou dit wees - who else would it be
Het jy my misgeloop, liefde - did you miss me, love?
Perhaps the idea of her being a mirage wasn’t so far-fetched. He did, after all, spend so many days surrounded by desert that it might have got into his brain that she was there when she really wasn’t. So the question was truthful as it left his lips. Still, she turned to him, and he quivered slightly in his spot. As the words left her lips in their native tongue, an amused grin left his lips as a velvet chuckle escaped. “Ek is nie met genade gebore soos jy gewees het nie.” He grinned to her, happy and wholesome.
She then spoke in response to his question, stepping forward to where the blue bird could smell the familiar scent of her as she stretched her muzzle along his neck, tucking herself into him. “My liefste, pragtige suster. Ag, hoe het ek jou gemis.” He rumbled to her, tucking his head down to pull her close, his wings extending to cover them gently. His one metal wing band glinted in the light as it crossed over his shoulder to let his electric blue feathers brush by her back.
“Kom huis toe saam met my? Ek kan nie staan om aleen hier van jou te dink nie.” He pulled away slightly as he asked, his icy eyes softening with a small hint of happiness deep within their pools. He tried to search her face, to look into her gaze in the hopes she would join the family he had grown to be quite fond of back in the south.
"Talk." Ek is nie met genade gebore soos jy gewees het nie. - I wasn’t born with grace, as you had been. My liefste, pragtige suster. Ag, hoe het ek jou gemis. - My darling, beautiful sister. Oh how I’ve missed you. Kom huis toe saam met my? Ek kan nie staan om alleen hier van jou te dink nie. - Come home with me? I can’t stand to think of you out here alone.
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