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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.
She had heard the goddess’ screeches, felt the Edge change and shift as the goddess left. The whole world felt different, she too felt different in the face of an underlying threat. And suddenly, she wasn't sure what to do anymore. Her children were grown, aside from Safiri, and without the protections of the Edge, she feared for her pale ivory princess. She even feared for her children who chose to befriend Kaos and work for the creature who was likely the one that had caused such a stir. Would they fair fine without a home to go to?
There were so many questions that she wanted and needed answers but there wasn't a single soul around that could answer it. And so, she wandered the Edge, searching for something - anything - that might provide some sort of solace to the confusion and sadness and sadness in her heart. She wandered from her cave, toward the inner heart of the Edge away from the cliffs, ears low and head hovering above the ground as if she was searching for something. Perhaps she was.
06-24-2017, 08:21 PM (This post was last modified: 06-24-2017, 08:22 PM by Calstron.)
Calstron
HE was afraid. His foals had just been born and then the Goddess had left, the magic had left, and now his new family was threatened. Actually, he wasn't sure what the Goddess's words had meant. He wasn't sure about any of it other than his fear and his worry and his building rage...but also pain. Perhaps, the world might be better off without his darkness. After all, others did seem to mostly hate or disobey him. At the very least, his children might be better protected without the ever-looming threat of his discovery.
He stared at his mate's resting face, so innocent and sweet and then further down at his napping twins, so sweet and so dark. How he might be filled with any more pride than he was now he wasn't sure but, by the absent gods, he loved them more than life itself. It was the fulfillment of every stud's purpose: To plant seed in a mare and watch that grow into living creatures. Ah, he was at peace. His nose wuffles against each of their foreheads, gentle and kind, before he steps away from them towards the unknown interior of the Edge.
His hooves crunch on the brittle late growth and the chill air nips at the warm spots under his wings as he walks. It was odd, all this life so late in the year, but he accepted it none-the-less. His head throws up to the sky as he takes a deep breath of life. What the fuck was he going to do? The Blood Knight drops his head and his eyes are assaulted by the form which holds all his pain, hate, guilt....past. The stallion stands, unmoving, silent, hoping she'd pass by and not notice his hulking form. Pah, but one could always hope right?
A brisk sigh escaped her lips creating a puff of white that encompassed the air around her face. She continued to wander, little puffs of air as she breathed in and out, trying to wrap her mind about the situation at hand. It was all so confusing, all so disheartening. She hadn't even focused on where she was going, that when she finally heard a soft crack from what must have been hoofsteps did she look up.
It was like she'd seen a ghost.
There stood the man from her past, standing awkwardly as though he were trying to hide. But from who? Her? Immediately her ears flicked back as she let her icy gaze run over the man that had given her the dark C sported on her chest. She wondered if he'd noticed how stark it was in contrast to her otherwise pale and gilded complexion. And finally, she wondered if he felt bad for everything he'd done. Before, when she would've ran and hid from him, something in her changed. Her posture changed, head lifting high as if he couldn't bring her down.
“Cal.” She said simply, matter of fact as she looked at him trying to hide. Her ears flicked forward, hesitant and wondering if he'd try something again. Every single incident with him had resulted in pain for her - this one would be different. She'd let him try to decide how it went.
SHE took a while but she spotted him quite easily. Their eyes met and he stared her down dryly. Here was another thing to ponder before whatever was about to happen happened. This mare in front of him, she would always know his secrets, she would always want to tell on him...to oust him as the trash she thought he was. Society would back her, of course, with little thought to his motivations or musings. And his children in the aftermath? Oh, they would be outcasts, hated, put down, beaten into the ground...possibly even killed. Those were things he'd never hope for his offspring.
So he stares at this witch of his past, his seductress, his failure and he knows he has lost and that she has won. He could kill her but that deer stud would know his name and would know who to blame. He had no options now and he had no more fight to wage. No matter what he might want to say he can't say any of it. No matter how much he might still hate her he'd need to bite his tongue. In fact, nothing about who he truly was or wanted to be mattered for only what she thought she saw in him would determine the fate of his lover and spawn. For them, the ones he loved, he would do his best to walk the line.
"Cal" He flinched. We can't have that, not if you want me to lie to you, he thinks.
"I prefer Ron these days, thank you." He chooses to not walk towards her. The further she stayed away the better. The closer she got the more likely she was to smell the scent of foals which clung to him as much as the actual babes did. "How have things been for you?" he says. He can't think of anything else to say. She was the one to do all the asking anyways, he was just a puppet in this play.
She watched as he stood, still as a statue. And when her eyes met his own fiery orange ones, part of her wanted to run away - but there was a part deep within her that wanted to go to him. With as many horrible things he had done to her, he was still the first man she ever loved. He was the first one to grace her with gifts and love and children. And as she released his name - the one she knew him by, she watched as his demeanor changed. Her ears pulled back slightly, head tilting as he spoke.
Ron, hmm? What a strange name to go by considering his great lineage. A small snort of laughter escaped her lips as he asked how she was doing. Then, with a quick shake of her head, she stepped closer to him. She remained just outside of reach, but close enough to where she felt safe as she looked upon the masked man. “You'll always be Cal to me. No matter what names you give anyone else.” She mused, eyes glancing toward him once again.
“I have been fine, however. Though rumor has it that you finally got to have living children.” Her words ended harshly, but with a hint of a question at the end. Kiada had told her, spoken of the man, and she knew of none else in Helovia that had the same colorings than he. After all, she would know. She'd seen every inch of the man. “So congrats.” She ended, looking down and away, wondering if he'd noticed the resemblance between herself and Kiada who had shown at the twins birth.
THE bitch knew? His eyes fly wide for a moment, terrified, before returning to their normal placement. Rexanna's words boiled rage in his soul. She baited him with her sharp tongue, she violently thrust her presence upon him with her movements.
"So congrats" Ears flicked forward for a moment. Was that? His head quirks and his eyes narrow. Could she possibly be sorry for killing their child? He speaks tentatively, with special care, and a small sigh at the beginning."I...would have liked for ours to live. You know this." Ron just manages to get the words out without ending in malice. Rage, insanity, failure, pain, fear. They all toy with the synapses in his brain, they torture his soul, relentless. But he was still here so far. That was...good?
What else could he say that he hadn't said the previous time? Leave me alone? I want this to end? Don't tell anyone? I hate you? Ugh, this woman was tireless. She'd been tireless in her need to run away from him until he'd caught up with her and then she was tireless in her need to attack him after he'd confronted her about murdering their foal. Couldn't he just have some peace? Couldn't she just have let him say it, let him tell her that he knew, and been happy with him leaving? STOP, the thought rings in his head. The crystalline sanity encapsulating his skull would not withstand such musings. He needed to remember his foals and focus his mind. Focus. Wait. Pounce if needed. But focus.
She watched as his pale ears flicked forward, waiting to see if her closeness to him would cause him to attack her or simply leave her be. She figured, if the man were to try and attack, that she was better equipped than previously, able to send a spark of fireworks straight into his chest. Though deep down she hoped that it wouldn’t come to that. His next set of words caused her own pale ears to flick toward him. Her gaze lingering on his pale face, remembering the history the two of them shared with one another.
Rexanna, in turn, offers him a small sigh and a nod. “I wanted him to live too, Cal.” She murmured, eyes glancing up to him, aiming to meet his fiery orange ones. It wasn’t worth it to her to argue with him about who killed their child. Though she knew it was him, had always known it was him, she knew he wouldn’t be able to understand or grasp that idea. So instead, she remained quiet, seeking out the secrets in his face if he’d allow, trying to figure out how to reconcile their ruined relationship.
That was when she noticed the gilded feather tied delicately in his mane and her heart sunk. “You kept a piece of him?” She questioned quietly, nose flicking toward the feather in his mane. Her eyes lit up slightly at the sight, though pain wanted to rage through her chest. “We should name him, you know… He deserves that much.” She admitted, eyes never leaving the gilded feather.
The small matriarch was, generally, a well-composed creature. She was demanding, curious, opinionated—but all things were done with purpose. Except today; today she had accidentally stumbled upon Devil’s Snare. The plant was had been tucked away into a moist crevice of the Edge; tantalizing green amid all the dried shrubs so late in Orangemoon.
She hadn’t been sure what they were. She hadn’t eaten them before… but the slight rumbling of her stomach had overwhelmed any rational and forbidding thoughts. (Weren’t the inedible plants usually the last ones left at the end of Orangemoon?)
So her small trunk had happily, greedily shoved such succulent green leaves into her waiting mouth. They had an odd taste—but they were wet and moist and green. So she ate her little heart’s content. But now… now she was paying for it.
Her vision was blurry, filled with patterns and colors. Her earring was distorted—tinny, almost. Her limbs felt a thousand miles away and so very, very heavy. So the little elephant stumbled through the forest; not quite herself, and desperately trying to boss her body back into proper working function.
But that didn’t exactly work. Instead, her demanding thoughts were interrupted by seeing a familiar face—at least, she thought it was a face. She sent the distorted image to her bonded, and her suspicions were confirmed by his recognition: Rexanna.
Happily, the mentally-altered elephant settled into watch the familiar face—that, at least, she could focus on amidst all the jumbled mess of color that was her vision. Except…Rexanna wasn’t alone? Who was this other red blob?
Again, the elephant sent her bonded the images, and recognition traveled through their bond: Ron. But who was Ron? Ron, bon, con…Chico? The small elephant’s mind happily drifted to her fluffy manticore—and such amorous thoughts morphed the vision that was before her.
Rexanna and this red-blob were touching? Or was that her and Chico? What else were they doing? The small elephant’s bright blue eyes squinted amid the wrinkles of her face, trying as hard as she might to make sense of her distorted vision. What the heck was going on?
07-06-2017, 11:37 PM (This post was last modified: 07-06-2017, 11:40 PM by Calstron.)
Calstron
HE meets those eyes, those chilling blue eyes, and he knows he can't say no. If not because she owns him in this moment its because its something he's always longed to do with her...naming the foal that is. He doesn't reply to her first set of words, he shrugs it off, he's got a plan for that anyways."I had thought I'd call him Tiberius if he were a boy. A solid name for a prince." He barely manages the words, they're slow, strained. But once its out he feels a weight lift. That unnamed foal that he'd kept nameless for so long, so purposefully, to keep the rage going...it lost its power. Tiberius would always live in his heart as the son that could have been. The life they could have had together, him and Rexanna, if only things had been different. He had many, many regrets about his life and about what he'd done in the past. But if they'd all taken him to Raeden should he really wish them gone? That was one he cared not to think about, not now anyways. Because right now he was saying goodbye. He was closing a door on his past. The blood knight reaches back and pulls the feather from his mane. Its painful, its been there so long, but its something he needed to do. He hands it to her. "Here, you birthed him, you should have it. Do with it as you wish."
He leans in to nuzzle her when a very wobbly, very loud miniature elephant shows up. It was a companion of someone wasn't it? Who's was it aga-.....oh fuck. His eyes go wide. Tembovu. How long, how long had it been there? Oh gods, had it heard what he said to her? He takes a few steps back. The stud had to know about him, know his name, everything. If he'd heard what- oh he needed to leave. He needed, he needed to protect his foals. Now. He'd not have them killed by an angry lover. He meets Rexanna's eyes, his plan solidified in his mind, "Goodbye Rexanna. I am glad our son has been named."
The stallion dips his head and then he moves to leave.
OOC: If you wanna make one more response outta this before he poofs (Ie, his response to any of his words) then I can write it up like that for sure. @Rexanna
WARNING:
Calstron is a dark character that often utilizes curse words and his posts may contain triggering content. PG-13, not PG
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