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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.
There was never any doubt in their minds as to whether or not they would win. Madyrn had proved, time and again, that experience and determination would conquer any and all of the lucky fools who dared to try to stand against him. The brother of flame breathed heavily, it wasn't like he didn't pay for his efforts - but he won his prize. A prisoner. The prisoner to get. Ignita. So-called 'Leader' of the Assassins.
Let's see her 'lead' while she's trapped in a wooded prison.
The journey from the Threshold to the World's Edge was uneventful, if one excluded the fact that the brothers worked together to take the unicorn bitch prisoner. Madyrn was injured, his back ached and his shoulder wept warm crimson liquid down his leg, so he did rely upon his brother to help him escort the damned damsel back. The 'prison' in the Edge would be more than suitable for the bitch, it held the weaver of death after all. It had been constructed by Lace, and while it was not maintained, it would take only guarding to keep the mare within the confines of the Edge - restricting her movement to just that makeshift coral.
"Did I not say you would fall, puny bitch?" Madyrn's voice, thick and heavy, rasped its way from his maw. He was tired, yes, and injured certainly, but that did not stop his desire to rub salt into the enemy's wound - especially when he had won, when he had beaten this assassin at her own game. The pain gnawed at him, but the grimaces he made curled into cruel grins instead. Maskan, silent and sober, merely watched over the unicorn with quiet judgement behind his orange eyes, tail lashing at his hocks every now and then.
[ For Ignita and anyone else who wants to pop their head in (Mirage will be in later), as per the results of Madyrn's challenge, the brother have now taken her hostage from the Threshold and delivered her to the same makeshift prison that Lace crafted for Deimos. ]
04-06-2013, 03:17 AM (This post was last modified: 04-06-2013, 03:23 PM by Ignita.)
"Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well."
My hock was submerged in pain but I would not let it restrict me in anyway. The journey had been quiet here simply because I had been thinking deeply. I had been taken prisoner yes but maybe it could work with me instead of against me. I had my ways. Plus it was planned out in my head. Since arriving here though I felt quiet relaxed. This land would belong to the Assassins soon enough, when numbers were built up of course and me and Tonka were out. "Did I not say you would fall, puny bitch?" I laugh and in no way was it fake or forced at all, in fact it was quiet genuine. "I have not fallen though. I recon this trip could benefit me in many ways actually." There is a dangerous flicker in my eyes. He did not know what he had brought home with him.Not at all.
Some sort of prison stands fenced of and as I expected he wanted me to go in it. I roll my eyes when my head was dipped slightly then throw it up, my mane being tossed back to my shoulders, and turn to stand side by side with the fence on the left. "Did you really think I would just walk in there?" Anger was still building inside me, but it did not show in my tone. Some how I had let this idiot beat me. I shouldn't of sparred his life, not at all. I hadn't planned to kill him in that fight but it appears that is a mistake. Next time I would make sure he was not so lucky.
I wait there, resting my injured leg on the ground and quiet enjoying myself. Yes, this was the land I wanted and the land I would get. Mist rested on the ground, weaving though the trees and sometimes crawling up them slightly. It was mysterious in a beautiful way. Much like me. I expected someone of more authority to appear soon. Maybe there leader or someone who I would so love to have a chat with for many, many reasons.
The compact mare moved silently through the Edge, her feathered hooves echoing quietly in the relative stillness that had become her new home. This is where she called home now, and finally, after a long struggle in realization, Romani accepted it. While she still missed the rolling, mountainous hills of the Foothills, and she was certain that she always would, she had moved on and accepted the Edge for what it was; her new home. After all, both Xanthos and Jasiri were here, and finally they could all be together. That wasn't something that the mare would drop easily.
Behind her, Kasai prowled in the wake of the palomino mare. The monochormatic cat's tail flicked left and right, nose twitching as she occasionally caught onto a strange scent, but never once did she leave her bonded mate's side. The white tigress was still growing, Romani knew, and she was far from full-grown, but the black and white streaked creature had come a long way from their first meeting in the Grove. How long ago that seemed now...
Letting a puff of breath escape her nostrils, Romani's ears flicked forwards at the sound of voices. They echoed through the quiet atmosphere of the Edge, and idly, the mare wondered just who it could be. Since arriving in the Edge and taking solace in the protective shadow of Mirage, the Haflinger had yet to truly venture out and meet many of her fellow herd mates. Unlike in the Foothills, where she knew nearly everyone, almost every face in the Edge were strangers. That would be something that the mare planned to change, as soon as she was given the chance.
Each thick, muscled leg took her closer to her destination, her golden-red, compact frame weaving effortlessley between the thick trees of her home. The gypsy was scouting across the borders of her home, simply keeping an eye on everything and making sure that the World's Edge was still secure. With the threat of these so-called 'Assassin's' looming over their heads, Romani knew she needed to take her job very seriously. Lifting her head, the thick, flaxen forelock that adorned her cranium draped downwards, effectively marring her vision. With a frustrated grunt and a toss of her head, she flicked the cumbersome forelock to the side once more, and proceeded in scenting the air. The scents on the breeze were familiar, as if she had met them before... But idly she couldn't place just who they were. Glancing behind her to Kasai, she smiled.
"I suppose that's for us to find out, sweet. Come along." With a purring sort of growl in agreement, the monochromatic feline fell in step with her bond mate. It wasn't much longer until Romani encountered just who she had heard moments prior, and immediately she recognized them. Well, two of them; the third was still a stranger, and obviously she must've upset the two twin brothers, for she was coralled in the Edge's make-shift prison. A frown set deep in Romani's dark lips, and she looked to the two brothers a moment later.
"Madyrn... Maskan," she spoke in greeting to the two brothers, who used to reside in the Foothills along side her. Romani offered them both a respectful dip of her head, the sharp, azure depths of her eyes lingering on Madyrn's crimson-leaking injuries. "It's good to see you again, my brothers." For they were. They had been her brothers in arms in the ranks of the Foothills, and the Haflinger still considered them such now. While they hadn't known each other very well, if at all, back in the mountains, that limited nothing when it came to the bond of the warrior. "What have we here?"
Kasai's icy-blue orbs were locked on the imprisoned mare, and the tigress let out a dangerous growl that was larger than her furry body. The cat's striped tail began to flick in anger and annoyance, and through their internal bond Romani could feel Kasai's dislike for this mare, whoever she was. The cub had always been a good judge of character since the first day they had met, and immediately the Haflinger took this to heart. Whoever this mare was, there was a good reason that Madyrn and Maskan had locked her behind the proverbial bars.
[ooc: Hope no one minds me tossing Rome in there... :3]
The True Soldier Fights Not Because
He Hates What is in Front of Him,
But Because he Loves What is Behind Him.
It was with disappointment that the brothers watched as the unicorn wench refused to step easily into her coral. Could she not accept defeat with grace and dignity? No, now she had to tempt the uninjured brother, Maskan, into challenging her just for the right to beat her head into a mashed pulp. The ignorant fool was blind to her own inferiority, that she thought herself still at an advantage to the brothers was laughable - especially as they were in their home land now, surrounded by their own allies - where was she? In a realm she had only seen only once before, surrounded by enemies.
As one of their own arrived, with a tiger in hand, no less, the brothers truly hoped that the mare would prove herself to hold some intelligence and simply step into the prison. If not, they would not hesitate to get a little bit more.. convincing.
"Romani." The greeting dropped from the lips of both brothers simultaneously, a flicker of a gaze given to their fellow warrior before two sets of orange eyes locked back on the heavily injured unicorn bitch.
"Here, we have the so-called Assassin Leader." Madyrn could not help his tones to drip with acid, sarcasm lacing them with mockery and insult. "Though apparently I am more suited to her title than she, for I defeated her in combat." Though his voice was rough with the effort of the fight and journey, the mockery, the laughter, the deadliness was still there, thick in his deep, masculine tones.
"I strongly recommend you to step into the yard." Maskan's voice, much quieter than his brothers, but deeper, and more powerful for its subtleness, spoke directly to the unicorn. There was a dangerous glint to his eye. If she did not heed his warning, he would ensure that she never saw another dawn or dusk through her dark, abysmal eyes.
[ If Ignita does not go willingly into the yards, Maskan will make an official challenge to ensure she does. ]
Kiara</style> World's Edge Nurse
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wake me up
wake me up inside
I can’t wake up
wake me up inside
save me
call my name and save
me from the dark</style>
The sound of familiar male voices caught the attention of the mother to be. She had been hiding in the trees, not quite willing to make herself and her condition known to all the herd. However these two voices were not the herd, they were the ones she considered brothers. Kiara had not seen Madryn or Maskan since they won World's Edge, and despite being heavily pregnant was eager to see them again. For the first time since she had returned the fem moved towards a male voice. It was then she caught the smell of blood... Had one of them been fighting? Quickly she tried to remember the lesson from the healers gathering. Oh yes! Comfrey, chamomile, marigold, thyme. She stopped and changed paths, taking time to look for each herb... However she failed to find just what she needed. After all she was still learning. Feeling useless the fem continued her path, trailing after the brothers scent. There was at least one other with them that did not smell like the Edge.
She found them finally, the small group of four. She arrived right as Maskan's voice rang out in a challenging tone. How had she not ever noticed how strong his voice sounded? Slowly she moved in closer, coming to stand near Madryn. She looked him over and then to the unicorn before them. She was the assassin leader that Mirage had warned of? Gently she reached out to touch Madryn's side to let him know she was there before she spoke. Emerald eyes flashed in the heat of her anger, but a strong kick from her belly made the fem hold in a wince of her own. Instead she spoke in her soft and sweet tone. "Madryn, Maskan." Her smile was warm, as she felt safe in their presence even with a enemy standing close by.
(hope no one minds prego Kiara being here, if so ill delete it)
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