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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.
The golden mare waddled these days. She was bigger than she ever thought was possible. But that’s what happens when you’re carrying a foal inside you. The foal moved about quite often, meaning that is was almost getting for the time for the foal to come. She wondered what it would be like suddenly, and she was scared. What if it hurt too much, and she couldn’t take the pain? What if she died? The young mare stopped suddenly, the pain in her lower body noticeable. Was it time? She lay down, exhausted from the short walk she had made around the Foothills. It was a sunny day, nothing compared to the rainstorm that had happened when Kyan hatched. She lay her body down on the soft grass below a hill, her head on a slight incline. She felt her body move on it’s own, going back and forth and trying to get the baby ready to come into the world.
Kyan moved with Kanti, worried about his new bonded. She was having a hard time walking because of her child, and he tried to keep with her the best he could. He had just learned to start jumping, and was still having a hard time with it. Kanti suddenly collapsed, and he rushed to her side, hoping she was alright. She laid her head on the ground. Suddenly she started whinnying, crying loudly. It echoed around the area. Her body was convulsing, and she was still screaming in pain. The small tree kangaroo didn’t know what to do, but he chose to stay by her and soothe her. There wasn’t much he could do otherwise. It eventually pasted, and he watched as a lithe figure slid to the soft grass beneath the birthing mare.
Kanti finally stopped screaming to realize that she had given birth. The mare was weak, but she needed to see her foal. She arose shakily, but wasn’t able to get up fully on the ground. She instead turned her self around so she could see her newborn. It was a filly, and it had almost the same color that she wore. The mare’s heart leapt, looking at her newborn child. "Catalina, my sweet darling girl. Welcome to the world."
"Talk talk talk talk"
Kanti.</style> light from the soul warms all</style>
When her eyes first opened, she saw her mother fist. She just knew that this creature peering at her was her mother. She blinked as the mare spoke to her, a voice she would remember the sound of for the rest of her life. The smell of her mother's milk became overpowering. The young filly gargled to her mother, legs still weak with fright from being birthed. She tried her own weight on her thin legs but stumbled and fell back down onto her side. Her started eyes showed their colour blue, more clear than the sky. Now determined to be closer with her mother, the filly summed up her strength and stumbled over to her mother. The short distance was shaky and to the filly it felt like a mile. She fell down beside her mother, flat on her back and looked up, a smile clear on her face. She was proud of the distance she had just accomplished. She was still smiling up at the sky when a cloud passed over her head. The newborn became filled with excitement about this simple sight. She nickered softly at it, also sharing her excitement with her mother. Wanting to roll over and see her mother, when she first tried she tumbled the wrong way and ended looking at a strangle animal. Squealing she rolled back onto her back and then relaxed. It was gone, she couldn't see it anymore. She tired rolling again.
She wanted to be fed by her mother, rolling onto her side she now smiled now at her mother. Her blue eyes clearly reading 'I love you.'
02-19-2013, 12:31 AM (This post was last modified: 02-19-2013, 01:34 AM by Aaron.)
The screaming had awoken the young mason from his dreams earlier than he would of liked. He snorted softly, feeling Alanna beginning to stir on his back. The young pup seemed to love to sleep up there now. Softly she yawned and stood up, stretching on his back before jumping back to the cave floor. That was the nice thing about the Foothills, plenty of little caves and hiding places to sleep safely in. Aaron would find somewhere else to sleep once Alanna was older and could defend herself. Icy blue eyes looked to her bonded, eager to find out the reason for the pain filled screams. The young draft pushes himself to his hooves and stretches out a bit before heading out of the cave in the direction of the screaming.
When the pair arrived at the scene, a young mare stood over a tiny filly. Both were painted just like he was, but yet he did not know the mother. A warm smile crossed the knight's face as he spoke. "It seems congratulations would be in order. What did you name her?" curiously Alanna moved forward, sniffing at the filly first, and then the kangaroo that seemed to linger near. He seemed to be young to... maybe Alanna's own age... Aaron then switched into protective mode in an instant The child may not be blood to him but she was of the Foothills herd. His herd was his family. He would always protect his herdmates as if they were really his family. It then occurred to him he had not introduced himself. "I'm Aaron the new Mason, and this is Alanna." He nodded to the pup who had just moved back to his side.
"something to say"
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Et Spiritus Sancti
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Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Aaron at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.
Kanti watched as her foal waddled about, trying to get her bearings and hooves on the ground. She was silly, and very cute. She looked like her, her golden markings almost the same with the white splotches. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue also, and she was stunning. She turned around and looked at her, and her instincts told her she wanted to feed from her milk. She was ready, and the mare managed to get her self up, and walked the short way to her foal. Still standing, she motioned for Catalina to get up. Come feed my child. It is best if you get up, so you can get used to walking. The mare watched as someone else came. It was a stallion, one that she didn’t know, but he was of the Foothills. He came with a small dog at his side, but the new mother didn’t pay attention to the details. She was waiting for her child to feed, and would let Kyan be on guard. She told him so, thought she didn’t know if he understood.
"Thank you Aaron. Her name is Catalina." She looked at the small foal before her, smiling. " Say hello to the Mason of the Foothills, Cat. Aaron, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m one of the healers for the Foothills, though I haven’t done very much due to my pregnancy. It’s very nice to meet you. This is Kyan, my new companion. He’s a tree kangaroo." She looked at the small animal at his own side. "And who is this?"
Kyan looked about, seeing the foal born in a matter of minutes. He was glad it was nothing more. The young filly was much bigger than he would ever be, and she was covered in some sort of filth. He watched as Kanti licked her new daughter, and was amazed when she said her name: Catalina. Catalina was beautiful, and she looked like her mother. He smiled, happy that Kanti had had her foal in peace and safety. Suddenly, another horse arrived. It was a male, and he had almost the same markings that his own women possessed, but they were darker and there were less. At his side there was an animal, a dog like creature that was of the opposite sex of his own. She was interesting to the young tree kangaroo, but he was too busy on the patrol. He was trying to pay attention to see if this male horse was any danger to them. From what he could tell though, they were in no danger. Not understanding what Kanti had told him, he ended up wandering over to Catalina, and was too busy inspecting her. He wanted to play with her, hoping she would have energy now to play. He rubbed his face on her, and smiled up at her.
"Talk talk talk talk"
Kanti.</style> light from the soul warms all</style>
""Mu..mu...mumm" She bleated into her mothers legs. Once her mother was standing again the young foal attached herself to her teats and stared at their company. The two companions and the stallion. Eyes wide and staring at the stallion only now, the little filly struggled to her feet. She tumbled, walked and rolled over to the new comer known as Aaron. She smiled up at him before ducking under him and tripping straight through his legs. Cat still was finding out how her body worked, the filly was getting there however. It wasn't long until she was trotting about sniffing the flowers and then she was off chasing a butterfly. She didn't stray too far from her mother however, and quite often she would turn around and run back to her mother.
She tripped and fell into the grass, a little startled at the slight pain in her leg. She stood up shakily and stumbled back over to her mother and reattached herself to the teat for comfort. After only a few short moments she stumbled, once again, to the stallion. She looked up into his eyes with a new smile fresh on her face. She tilted her head to the side as if trying to decide if this other persona was her father. Looking over to her mother she figured that it only made sense for her father to be her right?
She wondered off again, this time she began to walk where the butterfly had gone. She was mostly, however testing her limits. Wondering how far she could go before her mother pulled her back to her.
"Pleasure to meet you all. I'm sure we soon will need all the healers we can get." His tone was serious, and Alanna shifted slightly. She hated when he got like this. So many times he forced himself to be more grown up than he should have to be for a three year old. Then again, she had learned much about her bonded in a short time. Given what he had been through growing up, would make anyone grow up to fast. However Aaron quickly had placed a warm smile on his face. This was a joyful occasion, not one to linger on the possible pending invasion. "This is Alanna, my new hellhound. Such a special bond it is." Brown eyes looked to the ivory and garnet pup as she decided it was time to lighten the mood.
The pup moved forward after the filly to play. The pair had watched as she had rolled over towards Aaron, before getting up to run and play. The mason could only hope the child would not have the same childhood he had. Brown eyes then looked around before looking back to Kanti. "If you don't mind me asking.. but where is her father? Surely he would want to be present?" About that time the pup and filly returned after falling, Alanna tagging along. The pup looked at her bonded with ice blue eyes as if to say You never play. The knight knew full well he rarely cut loose like that, and had not done so in a long time. His attention quickly changed to the filly again as she stumbled back over to him. she was cute, the way she tilted her head. It was as if she was trying to figure him out. Surly she was not getting the same idea Azale had of Torasin.. was she? Then again even if she was not his child he would protect any little one as if it was his sisters or his own child.... He then wondered what he would be like to have his own child. Alanna whined at the thought, wanting more attention on her.
"something to say"
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In Nomine Patris Et Filii
Et Spiritus Sancti
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Please Tag Aaron in All Posts
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Aaron at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.
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