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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.
Zani is mostly obscured between her shoulders, wing feathers, and cloak, peeking out with very tall, pricked ears to see all that is happening around Yael. He squeaks and chirps, shuffling about with tiny paws, but is very loathe to leave the warmth of her body heat and cape. She can feel his excitement, eagerness, and curiosity, but also the chill of his nose when he’s spent too long watching the world around him. She chuckles, ruffling her feathers to provide a soft area, and mentally making a note to ask him to be careful of his claws - but he is so young, now, and this outing comes mere days after he came into her life.
They have much to learn about each other, and she is very much looking forward to every minute of it.
After hearing a wonderful story from Lena, Yael calls out to Rikyn, getting down to the work she’s been sent to do. “Reekyn! Can I borrow you for a moment? I also need to find Tiamat, eef at all posseeble.” Which means that it’s important - not just meaningless chatter. She waits for an affirmative response, while Zani makes a decision to pop up, chirping loudly at the strange stallion, and clambering half out of her heavy cape. A singular, tiny paw pokes out, moving up and down towards him, his tiny little button of a nose wiggling wildly.
“I guess Zani likes you… or ees terriblee curious, I’m not sure at ze moment.” Yael smiles, reaching back to nose the little guy. As she turns back to the Basin Lord, she begins a brief explanation. “I xaf information for you. About Kaos.”
At the God’s name, the spotted kitten begins to purr.
“Reekyn! Can I borrow you for a moment? I also need to find Tiamat, eef at all posseeble.”
The sound of her name catches the sea Lady’s attention, one of her dainty ears slanting sideways before her head follows suit, white eyes searching through the darkness of twilight. Before she even catches sight of the Basin’s Lord, she already knows who it is that asks for their attention. Even though she has only met Yael a small handful of times, the little golden mare’s accent is wholly unique. The three of them had become quick friends since their meeting in the Endless Blue, and Tiamat is eager to hear what the gilded pegasus has to say.
Ambling her way over in the direction that Yael’s voice had come from, the Ocean’s Light smiles when she catches sight of her two dear friends. “Yael, hello!” She calls out to the Edge’s Seer, halting in front of her at Rikyn’s side. A brief nudge against the dark stallion’s neck is given in a wordless greeting, while her pearly eyes remain primarily focused on their winged company.
“It is a pleasure to see you again, friend,” Tiamat smiles kindly at the other mare, choosing to offer her appreciation before satisfying her curiosity about the pegasus’ message. The urgency in Yael’s tone is obvious, which leads the ocean mare to assume that whatever she has to say is important. Nonetheless, she will not allow Kaos to rob her of life’s small pleasantries. Only then does she lean her weight forward, ears erect and attentive. “What news do you have of Kaos?” Tiamat waits for her answer with baited breath.
Yael’s voice turns my head back from where I’d been making my way back to the dance floor, hopefully to rejoin Rhodoc, or find a lady to tap toes with; pausing my step, I wait for her to catch me, greeting her with a smile that rises over my selfish impulses to pretend I hadn’t heard her. It wasn’t nice, for one, and also was not something a Lord should do; even mother, a contemptuously selfish cow by nature, stopped to talk to each and every one of those who wanted her attention. Those memories were numerous in the reels of my mind, and the thought of being less than she was flooded me with a sudden resolve to deal with doing nothing I wanted, for the sake of these one dozen conversations to the side.
Not that I disliked Yael. Any other time I might have been easily lured into her company, to discuss whatever, but I’d had my sights set on Sikeax and the other women surrounding the stage.
"Hey Yael. She’s coming now," I answer, noticing the blue mare noticing us, and making her way over; I am drawn to the pegasus’ companion by its mew and reach, having not noticed her before. My eyes immediately soften, and my ears lift up, a truer smile dancing across my face unbidden at the sight of the playful kitten.
"What kind of cat is she?" I ask, having never seen one before, before looking at the arriving Lady Tiamat with a grin. The gentle touch of her muzzle on my neck is met with a warm smile, my own muzzle reaching out towards her to brush her on her neck or shoulder in greeting, as well.
It’s her who brings the conversation to Kaos, rather than cats, and I nod after Tiamat’s question and make eye contact with the golden mare, to let Yael know that I am listening.
Lucky for Rikyn, Yael hopes to keep this little session quick, unless the two of them have any questions about her time in the Marsh. She is sure that they have also done their due diligence, sending patrols that have undoubtedly come across strange things, like the patrols of the Throat. She is in quite the peculiar position, though, feeling more like the servant of two masters than ever before. Painted in Gold and Black, she spends half her time in work for the Moon and Edge, the other half contemplating the generosity of Kaos and paying with Zani. She finds it hard to believe that he would stoop so low as to give her a spy for a companion, knowing full well the emotional bonds they share in this world.
It would be more than callous to rip him from her - it would be barbaric, devastating, it would create a monster of Yael, irredeemably changing her for the worst.
If Kaos is trying to bribe her, to lure her away from the safety of the herds, it would take more than a kitten to sway her. But the Moon advised cleverness and warned of a change… so she settles herself in for another life upheaval. Resigned. Ready. Adaptable. It is the key to survival.
Ears and eyes flick towards the approaching blue form, giving a nod to indicate that she sees the Lady, and will wait until the mare is nearer. But until then, she extends a wing to allow the clamoring kitten to climb down, chuckling as he tumbles none too gracefully from her shoulders, sending a golden feather floating down to the ground. “Xe ees a serval. A cat from near my xomeland…” Zani’s ears and oversized head turn towards Yael, a questioning mrow? projected up at her. “I von’t be long… just vatch out for xooves, ok?” He scampers off, but not before giving a curious glance up at his bonded’s new friends.
“Sorree, xe ees so cureeous. Xello, Tiamat. Eet ees vonderful to see you too. Zis ees a lovely festival! I apologize for eenterupteeng eet vit business…” The pegasus gives a little shrug, for she truly is sorry to detract from the festivities, but some things can’t be helped. “I vas een ze Marsh vit Lyanna, Isopeea, and Amaris vhen I deescovered I could read ze markeengs on ze altar. Eet vas ritten een ze ancient language of my xome. T’ey say Peace, Power, Forever and Kaos Vill Save. Kaos xeemself confirmed ze translation.” She takes a big breath then, continuing on like a train on a straight-away. “Ze Goddess seems to t’ink change ees coming. But vhat, she could not say. Only to be logeecal and be careful not to let our emotions get een ze vay.”
The newly minted Seer carefully leaves out the part where Kaos gifted her Zani, or said that she could thank him by spreading the news of the words on the Altar. No, this can come under the guise of cooperation between the herds. And Zani? Well… Zani is all hers and she’ll be damned if they look at him differently.
On another note… “I saw ze Spark vas xere. Any news from xeem?” To be honest, she doesn’t expect anything, but it is her duty to inquire.
He’d been late again, too overwhelmed, too burdened by his inability to reach for the stars when the murk and mire had claimed his eyes; gazing ahead as Rikyn and Tiamat met with someone he vaguely recognized (from days of bare amusement; cleaning for a God who’d eventually conspire against them, throw bones in their faces, sharpen his knives on their spines). The General, situating himself into the surroundings on simple curiosity and exploits – because the certainty of wanting to know had never left him, not now, not ever, and he walked into the remnants of the conversation as the gilded femme informed their monarchs about the altar of Kaos and its cryptic writing.
On their recent journey to the Marsh, all he’d been able to conclude was that the spectral gatherings were odd - the dashes of spring life bubbling from the surface, the bizarre anomalies enshrouding the world of noxious, nefarious fumes – as if everything had been turned upside down, nonsensical. A world anointed and consecrated by blood and acrimony should’ve been an empire of absolute bedlam and catastrophe, not veiled, not blooming, and his ears twisted, listening to the way in which the Pegasus had read the encryptions, the codes, the chiseled bits of writing left on ash and cartilage. He missed the way Enyo (half-serval herself), chirped and cooed at the fellow companion, too enamored and tempted by the sway of conversation, by the information presiding over their walls.
He bowed his head towards his chest, always regal in his rogue, warrior entity, a prince before a General, extending his salutations before diving into the circumstances. “My apologies for interrupting. General Erebos at your service,” and the smile he wore was large, broad, akin to Cheshire beasts and their charismatic ways, tilting his head, enamored with the possibilities of the tale – the combinations of peace and power, how far they’d extend, how Kaos intended repose when he’d thrown monsters against their marrow. “That’s quite a gift you have,” he pulsed, grin still there, truthfully impressed with her ability and cunning – to read over what had been etched and sketched into rubble and ruin. His head swiveled to Rikyn and Tiamat, briefly absorbed in thought, pondering if he should reveal what he’d seen amidst the Frostbreath Steppe – then shifting back to the golden mare, driven by the sharing of information. “Very interesting. My patrol recently came across a bear that attacked another of our herd. After we’d slain and skinned it, it returned to life – which we thought reminiscent of our time when Kaos exposed his true nature.” How was sanctuary and tranquility to be brought back by raising the dead? Or was it all just one more farce, just one more ruse, to catch and ensnare and rip them apart?
“Yael, Seer of ze Edge,” she replies formally to the General after he introduces himself, dipping her long head down to bop against her chest for a moment. She vaguely remembers him from bone-gathering, but to be honest, neither of them had been paying much attention to the other, so all-encompassing was the conflict between the clones before them. “T’ank you,” and a small smile continue on, followed by, “Eet ees really a circumstance of birt and luck.” And in the little foreigner’s eyes, it truly is a lucky happenstance that Kaos chose to write in the ancient language of her people – Yael still doesn’t know why he did, or where he learned the melodic, twisting words. Her people have been around for centuries, wandered whole continents and survived a thousand tormentors who would seek to eradicate them. Truly, the knowledge could have come from anywhere, but she does find that he would use a monotheistic relgiion’s language as his chosen platform.
Anyway. Moving past theology and philosophy to what really matters – how these things affect their life. Her head bobs up and down once more. “Yes, I xaf heard of bote good and bad t’ings xappeneeng while ozers are on patrol, but not kite like zat. Eet ees… ah, deesturbing, to say ze least…” And once again, makes her question Kaos. Surely, like most Gods, he is capricious and bestows favors on those he likes, while attempts to warn or smite those he doesn’t. We know which category Yael falls into, but what about the other Helovians? If were trying to win them over, why send an undead ice bear? What is the difference between Yael and others?
”Ah… unfortunately I do not xaf any ozer eensight for you…” This conversation truly exposes how much Yael doesn’t know, thinking perhaps, that others might be as open minded as she is. But the truth is that most of the other herd leaders have been very skeptical – polite to her face, but she can see the iron walls go up, seedlings of information left outside to wither in the hot sun.
And in then end – what if they are right to throw up those walls? What if it is Yael who ends up being eaten by undead ice bears when the beasts of Kaos come to reclaim the world. Would she be lumped in with friends or foes? And then there is her newfound Mistress… whom she imagines would not take kindly to a turncoat, even if she is trying to promote peace.