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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.
It all happened so fast. One minute the pale painted Fae was with her trustor, The Stag whom had led her towards the foothills, She'd paniced a little there, Thinking that she was trapped, that it was a trap. Though now she was being dragged away by some other, just a blurr of black she got once in a while as they dashed away sharply. She was confused and bewildered, not sure what was going on. The Fae somehow knew that if she were to panic right now, then she could end up worse of. She drown within an eerie state of cognitive calmness, Something which was alien to her nature, But drastic times call for drastic actions, Dont they?
She shivered as she stood, now in a tottaly new destination, the ground covered with snow. Her legs were wet from where the white fluffy stuff had stuck then melted from her body heat, a brisk wind rolling around didn't help the fact she was already shivering. What she'd give right now for a dry spot to curl up and sleep; well she had nothing but her own pelt, now covered with a ticker coat, still not thick enough for her. She wasn't designed for the cold. Heck she'd never really seen
snow before, her lineage coming from hotter destinations.
Luneia slammed her weight back into her hind legs, stopping the motion abruptly. "No! I wont let this happen. You can't take me!" The Fae put up a wasteless fight, not even knowing it was too late for her, they'd already taken her, right out from under Fence, whom she didn't even know the name of yet.
It shouldn't happen like this, it wasn't meant to be this way! Everything had to happen according to plan, She was meant to leanr his name, to join the foothills. To finally find that family she'd so desperatly needed but never gave chance for. So much for staying calm. Look at yourself woman! Look what your doing! Feint, Feint and fake it, escape, run.
The Fae's breathing qickened and she made her head spin as she gulped down too much air too quickly, stumbling and swaying side to side she went down a little hard, the ground very much frozen, making it a 'not so nice' landing. She even rolled her eyes to the back of her skull, making her slight act very much convincing, trying her hardest to just run, to be free again, to do as she pleased.
OOC: Erm yeahhhh, she got stolen xD listened to Skyrim and hobbit soundtrack whilst typing <3
we are all made of blood and tears, me just more so than others
Faelene wanted to shush her victim, tell her to hold her tongue that it was really not that bad. How often she forgot how menacing her appearance was. The Thief was not a petite mare, she did not precisely have a gentle look, and lets not to forget her shadowed body and blood hair. Perhaps it was lucky her battle wounds were hidden this day. She supposed Luneia had every right to be terrified, unknowing what awaited her, being tugged on a rope, by a stranger. The longer they walked, the less Faelene wanted to keep her safe, and the more she wanted to really scare the hell out of her at least to get her to obey. It would be very important she listened, or the red maned wasn't sure what would happen. The Thief might be high ranking, respected, there were those above her who might want a new toy. While the weather around them grew icy it seemed to clip at the fiery heart inside, quieting it for another day. She had plans for this equine, and hurting her was not in them...not yet.
When the mare (barely being counted as) began to pull against the rope, Faelene merely felt her magic try to hold, pull on it a little harder to find instead there was not a lot of give. Disdainfully her ears shifted back along her skull, perhaps it was time to show the painted girl her options. Do what the Thief said for a short stay perhaps comfortable for being a prisoner, or let her see what hell could really await. A snort pressing her nares, she loosened her grip of the rope, watching indifferently as the girl took her dramatic plunge. A few coy words entered her mind, but she held them back. Instead she flicked her nose to cast her crimson bangs aside, and stepped over to the pathetic creature. Briefly, she wondered if she really did have use for her. "You better get up, I would hate to call the doctor to help you," voice sounded sweet with a razor edge as a spark of humor, of warning danced in her silver eyes. "He either cures you or kills you, and in your state he might decide the latter so you don't suffer."
L u n e i a Maybe I'm just crazy, Or the Devil got inside.
You failed! You can't even do one simple thing right.. The Fae scolded herself, the voice bitter inside her mind. No, she couldn't do one simple thing, she never had been able to, the reason being that voice inside her head, it always told her otherwise, making the pale, painted Fae's job so much harder. If only there was a way...
Luneia lay there for just a little while longer before she opened her only decent viewing eye, peering out to get a better look at the shadow hovering over her. The one standing above her, looked just that of a shadow, but with blood, crimson hair and silver eyes, a strange combination she thought, but pretty nonetheless. Was she just admiring her kidnapper?
The fae shook her head as if to play of the feint, but also to shake away her previous thoughts. Getting to her hooves, The Fae obliged to her captor's commands, stand or die. It was as simple as that. The golden and white Fae may have wanted to die a few times before, though right now, she wasn't ready, not yet. The single white striped statlite flicked as she stood, feeling a little weak at the knee. The freezing atmosphere locking up her joints, whislt being upon the cold hard ground.
The surroundings were pretty quite, the frozen ground wasn't alive like the warmer forest floors, a place she so dearly missed right now. The cold was getting to her and a shiver ran through her bones. Perhaps laying upon the ground had been the wrong thing to do, now she was damp. The chill on the wind causing the cold to bite sharper at her thin pelt. How she was supposed to keep warm, now she had been taken, was beyond her. All she could do was hope for some other equine to keep her warm.
The Fae kept her lips shut as she shuddered upon the other end of the tether, not even sure what would be made of her, or what was to come, She just wanted to keep moving so the warm blood pulsed through her viens faster. Though the Fae dragged her weight somehwat, being a little awkward for the one pulling her along, the odd tug of the rope now and again made her pick up her feet, only to drag them once more.
06-25-2013, 01:49 AM (This post was last modified: 06-25-2013, 01:55 AM by Faelene.)
FAELENE
we are all made of blood and tears, me just more so than others
In the future Faelene might do well to remember why young ones were not the best idea because of this little moment. Instead she was reminded why Luneia was needed, and how she was going to help the Thief. Strange ideas, but stranger things had happened. Who knew this better than her?
A golden Pegasus had fallen in love with her, in one single chance counter. The Goddess of the Moon held a contest for a swim beneath the bridge that lead to the Veins. Remarkably in the battle for the Edge she had merely suffered wounds. What happened to be the most surprising was making a friend out of an equine and his dragon. Then a heavenly-fiery angel had given her armor, making sure to tell her she was never to be selfish. While she tried to fight against the suffering of others from a would be Queen, she had found herself seeing the dark mare as a leader who earned her respect and trust.
After all that she had walked straight to the Throat for prisoners, persuading their leader to join them in the Basin to gain their freedom. A feat she was sure she would pay greatly for later, or hold to an advantage. If that was not enough she had managed to meet the God of Spark and despite her sharp tongue he had not incinerated her. He had eventually granted her the magic which she sought, and had earned. Then she had even been brave or crazy enough to test against the General. The most Faelene remembered was that of a red stallion who was worthy of being called brother. Of a golden mare with a winged tail who needed to be in the Basin for her own gift. One night helping a spotted stallion forget about where he had gone. And of a little girl she would lay her life down for without hesitation.
What was this again? Child's play they called it?
Blinking at the young lady who seemed so intricately painted, who seemed to be finally looking up, Faelene held back touching the equine. Instead she reached out with her voice. "Come Luneia, it is cold and you will freeze to the ground. I will not let that happen." Whatever did the trick didn't matter, Faelene could see the change was already wearing on her captive. It was important to remained detached, yet caring. Envisioning a red blanket, it revealed itself in it's place upon her black back. It always seemed to be needed for someone else, and Faelene used her teeth to place onto the poorly coated one. "As long as you listen to me no harm will come upon you. The sooner you figure that out the better," she whispered earnestly. Faelene began leading her toward her own cave as she began to move again.
On the look out the Thief kept to the trees for cover, but heard no one. If they saw someone she wasn't exactly worried, but rather not stand in the cold any longer. As they came to the mouth, Faelene pointed Luneia to enter first. This one was more to the North in the Aurora Basin, placed from the others and for good reason. "You can try to escape, but know it is much colder out there, and you'll lose my protection once you lose my trust." Silver eyes seemed like hardened steel, resting upon the mismatched of the young mare trying to see if she understood the key was to believe the red maned, to trust her. Life or death.
L u n e i a Maybe I'm just crazy, Or the Devil got inside.
The pale Fae blinked consecutively, up into the silver orbs staring down to her. Looking away as if in fear someone as watching them, that this was all just some obscure dream. Pushing up to a stand, the painted Fae fell into step beside her kidnapper, but her feelings were nothing of that one should feel towards this behavior. Never before had she had someone care for her. So to have this shadowy coloured Fae actually show this kind of politeness, stunned Luneia into obeying her, almost as if she was looking up to the mother she never had, the mother she so desperately needed, the one that left her for dead..
Golden and white coated frame twitched when a soft fabric was draped over ones back. The Fae almost went weak at the knee. Why was she being so kind? why? Did she even deserve such an action? No. She was so torn between feelings here, not even sure what to think anymore, all she knew was, someone was finally looking after her. Something she had so desperately looked for all her three short years on this earth, though hid it behind masked eye's.
Luneia kept silent as she walked along side, but dropped behind her newly found 'mother' Or well that's what she saw her as now. Happy that the black Fae had chose to slink beneath the cover of tree's, glad to be back in their presence, settling her crazed mind just a fraction. The golden and white marked Fae almost walked right into the other, having diverted her gaze away towards the tree's. She hadn't noticed she'd stopped a foot the entrance of a cave. Stepping sideways out to the right, Luneia snorted gently, making sure she kept her gaze trained upon this mare, not out of caution, but through making sure she didn't give away her blind side. But what would it be if she did find out she had such little vision? Would that even matter anymore?
Listening carefully to her words, a white, masked face gave a nod in her direction, indicating she understood. To be honest, she wasn't going to try and escape, for once in her life she felt a link with someone, even if it was with someone she should despise, She felt something there.
Taking a deep breath the painted Fae made one step forward into the cave, already feeling more at ease, the brisk wind dropped, barricaded from the cave walls. Her damp, pale frame began shivering, now really feeling how cold she'd let herself become, from laying in the snow. That action now seemed rather pathetic. stupid idiot!
Walking a little further into the dark cave, not really being able to see much, the Fae used her nose to feel around, running it along the cave walls, feeling as it curved round, or the outcrops of rock. Coming to a stop when she just got the urge to do so, knowing this would be a good spot to lay down. Turning her almost white cranium to look for the other Mare, though an action that was really beyond useless in such a dark area, but she did it nonetheless. Satellites poised upon her cranium, searching for any sounds close by, flicking all round, making sure the whole area was scanned. The Fae picked up on the sound of hooves upon the ground, knowing that she had in fact, been followed in. But she knew who it would be. Dropping to the ground with a deep inhale as she went, suddenly feeling the onslaught of exhaustion take over. Her eyelids got heavy and the Fae was soon drifting of to a light sleep.
we are all made of blood and tears, me just more so than others
A silent child? The red maned mused, thoughtfully watching the captured. While the painted girl averted her gaze, this was only a good sign to the Thief. Faelene didn't need to be a strict terror, but a healthy dose of fear never hurt anyone. Up she went, and Faelene tried to to interrupt the balance of her movement. The equine managed to stand despite how cold her body must be, moving on without any more trouble. The red maned would do her best to make sure the girl wouldn't have to learn any harder lessons while in the Basin. The goal was to have it be a fairly pleasant stay under the circumstances.
While the equine might jolt in a tiny moment of fear, Faelene pretended she did nothing of the sort. On they moved, if this was merely an evening stroll. Nothing more was said, and she tried to lead her where there were no obstacles. Faelene didn't know she had a problem with eyesight, when she heard a snort she again pretended it had not occurred. The red maned waited, letting her see it was but an empty cave smelling only of Faelene and her daughter Sielu.
While the dark mare may hope for words, she was given a quiet bob of the head in acknowledgement. That would suffice, and she stood waiting for her to figure out this was where she was staying for the time being. The carefully way the painted lady enter made Faelene make a mental note of her caution before she followed behind her. "Get some rest, if you need me I shall not be far." A final look, despite how her prisoner wouldn't see it, Faelene soon drifted from the stone, going to return to her daughter for the night. In the morning she would find out what the painted had decided and go from there.
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