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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.
03-23-2013, 05:32 PM (This post was last modified: 03-23-2013, 05:33 PM by Gaucho.)
As afternoon slowly ran its course, and the sun began to lower to a point where glare would blind one's vision if one looked to the west, the world seemed still and warm and calm. A shallow breeze trickled through the air, creating pockets of warm thermals where bugs buzzed happily in thick swarms. In the meadow, the grasses were lush and fragrant as flowers reached the peak of their short and seasonal lives; blissfully swaying in the breeze.
But it was not to last.
Tallsun was coming to an end; Gaucho could scent it on the wind. Soon, Orangemoon would come, and bring with it torrential rains and a cooler climate. Having never weathered the season in the Throat before, Gaucho idly wondered if his herd land would experience any undue hardship caused by the weather, or if the Throat would remain as dry and dusty as ever. The thought didn't weigh so heavily on his mind however, that it caused him any distress. Moreso, the thought simply tumbled in one ear and out the other, making a passing impression upon his simple mind.
What was causing the brute a certain amount of mental discomfort, was his recent conversation - if you can call it that - with the God of the Sun. Whilst praying to the patron of his new herdland, the God had actually appeared before Gaucho, and had requested of the large bay, that he spread the gospel of the Sun God to one and all. The task seemed insurmountable in Gaucho's primitive brain. For one, the brute could only parse a few sentences together, at the best of times. How was he to preach of a God in a way that was even mildly acceptable? Of course, even this phrasing was far too advanced for Gaucho, who was currently thinking Why he no ask Gaucho to fight? Gaucho fight for God. Gaucho no good at talk for God.
But he would speak with the shaman onnnnneeee about that. Surely she could help him. Today, as the afternoon slowly came to a close, Gaucho simply wanted to release some of his tension. While one small quest from a God would hardly cause stress to others, for a simple creature like Gaucho who was not used to straining himself mentally, was beginning to find himself wound tighter and tighter. Standing in the open expanses of the meadow, Gaucho tossed his antlered skull impatiently. Someone would come to challenge him, to ebb away at his pent-up energy - they always did. Rearing, his large hooves striking out at the sky, Gaucho issued an intimidating war-cry. Flaring his bone-pierced nostrils, he spread his massive black wings making himself appear larger than he already was. He snapped his black tail creating a dry thwaaack, as it slapped against his hocks. Screaming again, ears pinned to his skull, his steely blue-grey eyes darted about the flat area, intently searching for a possible opponent.
[WC: 493 Magic and Companions - up to you to decide :) 3 attacks each, judged. You may attack first.
Setting: Thistle Meadow (flat area) just before evening. The air is warm and there is a slight breeze. The sun is low, creating a glare if you look towards the west (aka into the setting sun).
Attack 0/3, Gaucho will be using buffs BULK and DANCE.]
This afternoon was quite lovely. Not too warm, and not too cold. Well, compared to the frigid weather of the Frozen Arch, anything was warm. He had come out here to take a break from all that. He needed a break from being near the same horses, and the same place. Not that he did not like the others in the group. He had too. They were a team. Anyway, he came to possible meet someone else. He would not be kind, but he would start a spar. He needed to. He had not sparred at all in this new land. He needed to practice; after all he was an Assassin.
As the brute picked up a trot, he noticed a figure. What was it though? It looked like a deer with wings. No, it was a horse. A horse with antlers? 'Well, Helovia sure is different than from what I’m used to.' A sly smile came to his face as a rush of joy spread through his body. This winged beast was looking for a fight! Then, the dark bay steed stopped. He squinted, getting a good look at this Pegasus. A bone somehow was jammed in his nostrils, and in-between his antlers, a dream catcher laid. Strange markings dabbed his body too. He could tell that this was not going to be an easy spar, but he would not be a coward. He was not afraid of him. The sun made it a little hard to diverse a plan, but he would have to find corks around it.
A step forwards turned into a full gallop and he headed straight for the bay brute. He aimed his horn to pierce right into his left shoulder. How he would love to feel his horn rip through his flesh. Hopefully, the bastard would not move. He probably would though this move was quite simple to dodge. Swinging his body around, he let out a full hearted kick hoping for it to strike out on his left side and wing. To injure a wing was most important because they would not fly and get away. Turning his figure face to face with the other brute, He reared up, aiming for his front legs to smash his right shoulder. How it always pleased him to hear the sound of bones snapping. His next attempt was to bite his right side of this opposite’s neck. The brute backed away a little, not out of fear, but to catch his breath a little. He stamped his hoof on the ground, giving a sign that said, ‘Come at me.’ He was in no fear of the bay Pegasus. He was ready to take him on.
[WC:: 453 I do not care if you use magic :), but please no companions :3
Summary:: Charges straight for Gaucho, aiming to pierce his horn into his left shoulder. Next he swings his body around, and tries to kick his left side and wing. Then Tonka rears up and hopes to crush his right shoulder. Lastly, he aims a bite on his right side of his neck.
Attack:: 1/3]
Instantly, Gaucho could tell something was amiss about the brute charging towards him. For one, he believed him to be andalusian - though of course Gaucho did not know the breed's name, he only recognized the confirmation. And yet...yet his colouring and his instantly aggressive nature seemed to counter this intuition, for this unicorn seemed the polar opposite of the gentle white creatures that he had come to identify with the breed. The second thing he noticed, was that he was as large as Gaucho, if not larger. This, Gaucho instantly did not like. Only once had Gaucho ever sparred a creature larger than himself, Archee-balt he was called, who had turned his bones to stone, and then had toyed with him. While Gaucho could at least be confident that this beast would have the same issues with bulkiness and movement as he faced, Gaucho would no longer be able to use his normal tactics, of literally throwing his weight around, into his opponents.
As the dark stallion charged his way, Gaucho pinned his ears to his skull as a defence precaution, before touching his muzzle to the piece of leather around his shoulders, causing 2 inches sharpened spikes of bone to shoot out. With a snarling grin, the Bay raced towards Tonka. Unfurling his massive black wings, his steely gazed appeared to flicker with amusement, as he launched himself into the air. Id-jit, Gaucho thought. Who charges a pegasus? As Gaucho soared up, he kicked out with his back hooves, aiming to smack the stallion's neck, as he tried to stab at a shoulder which was no longer there. Arching to the right, out of the corner of his eye he watched the large stallion kick out at him, but was unsure if this was an actual attempt to hit him, or merely a gesture of frustration of sparring a winged opponent.
Finishing his arch gradually, for Gaucho was no ballet-dancer in the sky, as his herd-mate Aryel was, Gaucho came upon Tonka with his back to the west, as the stallion reared into the air. Propelling himself forward with a few large beats of his wings, his body hopefully disfigured by the setting sun at his back, His stretched his hooves out, coming at Tonka's right shoulder. He saw the stallion's hooves flail to the right, as if trying to correct and strike Gaucho as he rocketed towards him, but he cared little. Gaucho's primitive mind weighed the variables of this spar, and knew that the only way for either of their hulking bodies to make contact, would be to take a few blows in the process. Besides, Gaucho was already in motion, whereas Tonka was rearing, and stationary - surely the bay had the advantage. Aiming to scrape his hooves into the dark flesh of Tonka's right shoulder, Gaucho was able to evade Tonka's thrashing hooves, due to experience and practise. What he would not be able to avoid entirely, was that big ugly head as it turned to the right, to bite at Gaucho's right shoulder or neck. With a grunt, Gaucho beat his left wing, hoping to push himself farther to the right, and into the bite. If he was going to be bitten, the darker stallion might as well get a bloody nose for his trouble, if Gaucho was successful. There was also the risk that his muzzle or eyes would be gauged by the 2-inch bone spikes protruding from the leather band around his shoulders.
As Gaucho rose into the air once again, he felt the hot feeling of saliva on the right side of his neck, from where the oafish brute had bit him. The wound did not break the skin, and the pain he felt was secondary to the revulsion of having this id-jits spit on him. Screaming a war cry, Gaucho once again flew east, positioning himself between the sun, and Tonka. He hovered low, only about 7 feet off the ground, well within Tonka's reach should he rear or try and jab Gaucho. Yet it was a necessary risk, for it allowed Gaucho'd body to be wholly silhouetted by the sun behind him. Lowering his antlered brow, he flew towards Tonka, keeping his steely gaze pinned upon the stallion's curved horn. Knowing what her bonded meant to do, Mara slithered out of his antlers and around his neck, not wanting to be skewered in the process. Gaucho aimed to catch Tonka's face in his antlers, and twist his head to the right, hopefully scraping that pretty dark head of his. Should he try and stab Gaucho with his horn, the bay would use the many tines of his antlers, to try and catch the horn, knocking it away.
[WC: 794. Attack 1/3. Magic use 0/2. Gaucho is using buffs BULK and DANCE]
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