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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.
Less than a season ago and she would have enjoyed the silence- traded nothing else in the world for it. Now it drove her mad, now it brought her tattered mind to the brink and tested it. She stole and lied when she could; hid in the shadows or in plain site. She carried that damn flower to rest in the oasis by the desert's only water, and assigned Kye to guard it each day. The bond was broken but the chain of command was not. What Kye had been told to do half a season ago she would continue to do. She was loyal, at least now. Now that Xira had no one else, no other distractions. Her attentions were all for Kye now, or they had the potential to be. At last the fucking falcon was happy.
But now an eclipse came and threw it all into turmoil. The days spent alone became silent as the chestnut roan could no longer speak even to her bonded. The bird grew restless and violent, began to kill and cry. She was born into the hunter she'd always supposed to be, now that she had no other distractions. No other distractions but that damn flower.
That flower that wilted no matter where it was put, that flower that refused to drink water like an errant child. The flower that had a mind of its own and only ten drooping petals. The flower given to her by a god so that she might be able to see the past through nature; maybe even someday the future. Well she could see the future now, and that fucking plant was going to die. If she didn't crush it herself out of sheer frustration, it was going to fall on its own. Sunlight, warmth, and water had done nothing for it. She had tried everything she had known and it had done nothing. In her own way Kye had helped too, but bringing a flower a dead rat didn't do much for its health.
So in her impatience and wild fits of manic rage, she had decided to focus her energies elsewhere. To her duty as sleuth, for once. News of a fourth god, as if they needed more, had reached her astute, teardrop ears. Surely there was more to come, surely his involvement with the previous members of the Edge was not a coincidence. And who better to ask than a creature as wise and involved as Aurelius? She had captured him with ease, and waited for him to catch up with her now as she stood beside the oasis and her precious charge. Above her Xira called out, but the sound meant nothing; it was empty, they both were. With deep blue eyes she looked on into the mid afternoon and waited for Aurelius. He was bound by herd and land law to her side, she could only hope he'd say something useful while he was there.
The short stag snorted as dust whirled from the ground and into his nose and eyes. Peacefully, Aurelius had been on his way back to the basin after his visit to the Veins, but things had not gone exactly as planned. A green roan mare had dropped out of the skies and harassed him into following her, and he had without putting up a fight. Aurelius knew to pick his battles and this was not one of them, but that did not mean he was willing. The thought of being kept in the desert made the small stallion rather annoyed, for he coped not so well with the intense sun and the warmth of such places. Aurelius treasured a warm day every once in a while, spent by the whispering waves of the sea in the shade of a palm tree, where a quick dip in the waters could easily cool you down. Why someone would choose to willingly live in the desert was much beyond him. Even if there was an oasis, the air was still thick and the waters lukewarm. He cringed at the thought.
He had little idea of why those of the Throat should wish to capture him; it could hardly be because of his partaking in the invasion, there he had only been one among an army. Even if he hated to admit it, he was not a great fighter and held no position of authority within the herd, so he mattered little on the political level. What occurred to him was that it was information that they were after, and he smiled to himself. They were simpler than he thought if they counted on him giving them even a tidbit. Rounding up next to his capturer, he kept a sound distance between them, looking at her with an indecipherable expression in his odd-colored eyes. “So you have brought me to your parched lands, mare. Waste of good breath, I’m afraid,” he said indifferently, turning his gaze out over the oasis, longing already for the temperate weather of the Basin. Where he had grown up, the cold summers and icy winters had shaped him to be a hardy creature, but also given him a thick coat to protect him against the elements. And here he was, a fuzzy heap of fur, sweating already. This did not bode well.
He stood in silence with his sight locked on the horizon and waited to her the mare’s response, to see if any of the other desert Bedouins were approaching. Aurelius felt a deep sigh press in his chest, but he held it back, not wanting to give any outlet of emotion that might be used against him.
12-05-2012, 09:04 PM (This post was last modified: 12-05-2012, 09:08 PM by Xira.)
His cavalierness was infuriating. Perhaps it was simply her perpetual short temper as of late, but she found each word spilling from his mouth the be a wasted one. She had made a mistake in taking captive such a smart beast, and now she was paying for it. He spoke daggers and looked on her with a wise expression. As she paced and snorted, she let her wings extend and absentmindedly stroke the heavy birdsong air. The return of the god of the sun had brought the heat back to the Dragon's Throat desert, and the Bashkir in her shuddered as sweat dampened her curls. She could see Aurelius' discomfort just as well, but what separated them was simple: she had lived in this land for seasons now (as much as it pained her to recognize it), and she had grown accustomed to the heat. A beast of cold such as himself would suffer more severely, even in the shade of the Oasis.
With a bored and frustrated look edging her deep blue eyes, she stared him down. "It's not up to you to determine what is a waste of my time, Aurelius, she spoke with a sneer and a wild lash of her short, thick tail. Desert sands stirred in the slight breeze she formed with the motion, and above her Kye whooped and whistled cajolingly. The falcon had her eyes on the goat of a horse before them, and with no more than a whistle would pester him to no end. For now, however, Xira was going to try diplomacy.
"No one is as strong as they say they are; you are no exception. So tell me, where have you and your fellow refugees been taking cover after the war?" She asked with a smooth tone and a look of patience that was uncharacteristic to her true self but all she ever maintained as sleuth. But still manipulative qualities laid within her breast, and they shone brightly. "Or have you lost so much of your power in the absence of Mauja that you don't even know?" She let a look of superiority flash across her features. It was common knowledge that Mauja had disappeared after the war, and Aurelius had been at his side as a constant follower. With Mauja gone, it was safe to assume that some of Aurelius' prestige had gone with him. She wandered slowly over to the lakeshore where the flower buried its roots poorly, and nudged it gently with her nose. Her hot breath danced across its delicate petals, and her eyes of iridescent navy took in its feeble shape. It would take a miracle to keep it alive, and constant vigilance to keep it safe.
Expectantly, she turned back to face the stallion. She had heard of his role in the war but it interested her little. She had chosen not to fight for either side and did not regret it; she simply sought information of the aftermath. The previous members of the World's Edge could not have simply dropped off of the map, and she was certain that they were organized. But where, and what were they doing?
Even if the sun seemed to burn hotter by the minute, he tried not to display his discomfort on his peculiar little face as he looked upon her. What Aurelius may have lacked in stature, he made up for in cunning, for if a small beast is not smart he does not have much left. The tiny stag was the epitome of calm as he watched her pace and shuffle her wings, staring right back into those dull blue eyes with his own heterochromatic gaze. He did not remark on her sneer, he did not want to bicker, and he surely didn’t let himself get fazed by her glaring eyes. The dwarven steed did not take her heated words to heart; he could handle a hotheaded femme and he surely wasn’t letting her wind him up.
It was obvious that she would much rather beat the words out of him, so it was quite surprising to him when she actually made an inquiry. “It puzzles me that you would know about the absence of my king, but not of the whereabouts of my entire herd,” he mused, though he did feel a small pang of misery in his heart when she spoke Mauja’s name. While he had every right to be infuriated with being abandoned by the FrostHeart, all he really felt was a deep concern, for he was certain the pale steed had not vanished at his own will. At least he hoped so, for the thought to be discarded by those you considered your brethren was too much to bear.
“I never had power in the first place. If you wanted someone powerful, you should have known better than to pick me,” he spoke calmly. It was nothing but the truth; Aurelius, though he had been feeling a bond of friendship with Mauja, had never possessed a rank of significance. And it was unlikely that he would now with Psyche ruling the herd. He watched her as she walked over to a poor excuse for a plant, and with the tenderness in her stature he figured it to be special of some sort. It might be wise to store that picture for later use, he noted, keeping his face neutral when the roan turned back to him. The dwarf had a sneaking suspicion that his non-answer was not to her satisfaction, but he was not going to sell out his family if he could help it. Mockery, beatings and threats – it had been such a big part of his life, he knew how to cope with whatever she might come up with.