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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.
New. Unknown. Everything about this place whispered of hidden nooks and crannies just begging to be explored. And, more importantly than that, it was beaming with opportunity.
But now wasn't the time for that. Priorities firmly in place, the young mare set one delicate hoof in front of the other, making her way to the threshold of this place that she had only so recently discovered. She knew that this was only one tiny piece of the landscape, but already she was enthralled, her wide mocha eyes taking in every available sight while petite auds swiveled endlessly atop her finely crafted head. Finally, Aelerin was getting the opportunity to do things her own way, and she was thrilled at the thought of it.
She had heard stories about the wonders of this place; the old magic that lingered here and expressed itself in some of the creatures that called Helovia home. And now she was here to see it for herself, to put a name to the sensation she could feel drawing her in the right direction, calling her name and silently saying that this was where she was meant to be.
Aelerin paused then, in a clearing lit by the sunlight filtering through the patchwork canopy above, creating mottled spots on her gray-brown coat. The air was thick in here, warmed by the mid-day heat and the lack of any sort of breeze between the conifers. But the scents told her that there were others here, some like her and some not quite as similar. This forest was alive, and she couldn't wait to experience every part of it. She waited, though, frame tense and ears pricked perfectly forward, straining to hear what she thought was the sound of hoofbeats approaching.
words: 292 OOC: first post in a very long time. excuse the awkwardness and brevity.
Indeed there were hoofbeats, quiet, muffled thuds on the forest floor of a stallion tall and broad, muscular and with the potential to be handsome, in the eyes of the beholder. Yet despite his architectural advantages as a warrior, towering at 17 hands high with a body that can, and would, sustain abuse with ease, his mind was gentle and his words quiet, and more often than not he mumbled and stuttered, skipping over words or they not forming correctly on his tongue. Crafters, it always seemed, were often like this- they had little regards for society, instead valuing individuality and originality. However, valuing independence was not scorning the herds, and Argetlam, the great dapple gray was named, was quite a social... er, well, not butterfly, persay, but sociable enough.
The crafter had taken to the Threshold as had many of the Foothills, hoping to recruit for the coming invasion. At any moment, any day, any hour, they could all be fighting for their home, their beloved Foothills. Yes, the herd was small, and boring at times, but it was their Foothills; it definitely should not be for mercenaries. Mercenaries never had morales, Argetlam told himself, but whether to comfort himself with the sketchy concept of fighting or in honesty, that was unknown, even to him. His heart twinged uneasily, and he sighed. Even now, the gape in his memory disturbed him, despite him coming more to terms with it. Surely it must've been related to the mercenaries, he thought to himself.
Yet still he felt uneasy.
Much to his relief, his eyes were drawn to a figure in the forest, a foreigner, with only wild-scent, as Argetlam nick-named the blend of pine, sap, and loneliness. Sometimes horses wore wild-scent with quiet pleasure, others they were simply lost in Helovia, waiting for someone to come by and care for them. Whatever the case, Argetlam needed to greet her with cordiality and politeness.
"Hello!" He called, picking up into a brisk trot towards her, silver barettes flashing in his mane and tail. "I am Argetlam, miss, a Foothills stallion, may I help you?"
This forest was familiar to him now. With it's tall, strong trees that towered above him and the calming smells of moss and bark. It was here where he had entered the land of Helovia not too long ago after all. He had joined a herd at that time, and now he made his home in the Windtossed Foothills with the rest of the Equines.
For now though, he was content to just stroll through the forest at a relaxed pace. Why not, if it was such a beautiful day out? He wasn't one for lying around when he could be out enjoying himself anyway.
The stallion wandered slowly through the forest, the sound of his hooves muffled slightly by the mossy forest floor. He stopped occasionally to take in the views, the small flowers that came in a variety of colours and shapes, and to enjoy the warmth of the sun that shone between the trees and onto his tall form.
As he moved further in, he wondered just how many others had passed through here before him, and how many others that would in the future. This forest must have seen all kinds of things in it's lifetime, he thought lazily...
He was woken from his thoughts when he came upon the edge of a sunlit clearing. Pausing, he started to look around the clearing to see if anyone else was in the clearing. When his gaze reached the middle, he realised there was another standing there. An equine mare with a brown-grey coat.
Seeing that she looked a bit tense, Baldur decided to approach in a relaxed manner so as not to startle the younger horse. He went to move forward when he noticed another approaching from the other side of the clearing and address the mare.
He tensed slightly at the entrance of the other stallion, but decided to make his appearance anyway.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who was tempted by the weather..." he said, with a slight chuckle to show he meant no harm.
So her senses had not deceived her after all, the muffled hoofbeats she had heard approaching weren't just a figment of her imagination. Before long, a very real, very large stallion made his way toward her, his enormous bulk towering over her petite 14.3 hand frame. He seemed a little tense as he drew nearer, but she supposed she couldn't fault him for that, as she was equally as uneasy. Drawing herself up to a straighter and, she hoped, more confident looking posture, her deep brown eyes looked him over more fully, from his sturdy feathered limbs all the way to his kind, golden eyes, and she relaxed a bit.
As the words spilled from his maw Aelerin felt herself breath a sigh of relief. He was being polite and friendly, and despite his stature she could somehow sense that she had no reason to fear him. She inhaled sharply, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she formed a response to his kind words, but before she had the opportunity to do so a second stallion approached and her words died on her tongue.
This newcomer was tall too. Aelerin wondered if all the equines she met here would tower over her like giants. Nares flaring a bit, she caught his scent on the breeze, and noted the similarities between the two stallions she was now facing. Perhaps they came form the same herd. What was it the first one had said? Argetlam, a Foothills stallion. Surely that had to be where these stags were from. Turning her attention back to the first drafty stud that had approached, she nodded her head to him slightly in greeting.
"Pleasure to meet you, Argetlam, stallion of the Foothills." She said, her voice sweet as honey. She turned then to glance at the other stallion, addressing them both as she added, "My name is Aelerin, and as I'm sure you've both guessed I'm new to these lands." She looked back and forth between them, noting their similarities and differences, and remembering that she still didn't know the honey-colored brute's name. "Lucky for me, it would seem that I've encountered the welcoming party. Are all the wayward ladies who wander here so lucky?" She asked, the smile on her mug and her dancing eyes speaking to her good humor.
ooc: do you think we should continue it? if you want to continue and aelerin gets along with argetlam and baldur (which i'm thinking she will), she would follow them even if they don't have the foothills to return to. if you don't want to continue just let me know and i'll have her labeled an outcast for now.
OOC: alrighty, so I've put in a request for her to be changed to outcast when this thread is over. lets continue in the original posting order, and when we're finished we will see what's happening/happened with foothills and go from there. sound good to you both?
He was glad that he had not appeared to startle the small mare upon making his entrance into the clearing, but that may have been helped by the fact she was distracted by the entrance of the other equine. The other stallion was of a similar height to himself, which must have been a little shocking to the considerably smaller mare. His appearance had put Baldur himself on edge, but that was the same for every stallion he met, regardless of stature.
The other stallion seemed to be a little on edge as well as he approached, but whether this was because he felt threatened by Baldur or because he was nervous around others, he couldn't tell. He continued to keep his guard up regardless, although he kept his outward appearance relaxed so as not to make either of them any more nervous.
But he needn't have worried, for the other stallion introduced himself politely as a Foothills member and with no sign of malice. He relaxed considerably at Argetlam's words and the realisation that he was an ally. As did the young mare, whose name he did not yet know.
It had looked like she was about to give her own introduction before she noticed Baldur's appearance. He waited silently as she regarded him, before she turned back to the other stallion and greeted him in a smooth voice. He listened calmly and with a smile as she gave her name as Aelerin and confirmed she was not of Helovia originally, just as he himself was not.
"A pleasure to meet you Aelerin and Argetlam!" he said happily, laughing in amusement at Aelerin's comment about the welcoming party. He suddenly realised that he hadn't actually given his name yet. "Ah, I am Baldur by the way, also of the Foothills. Which makes us allies, eh Argetlam?" He said casually and looked over to Argetlam with a smile.
Word count: - 318 OOC: - That is fine with me. :3 Elope allowed me to skip over her by the way, just so you know. XD
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