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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.
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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.
Still trying to wrap her mind around the idea that one of the herd's constants was gone, Kimber walked. It was easier to think and move than to huddle beneath a tree in disbelief. Why was it that tragedy and trauma followed in her hoofsteps, no matter how hard she tried to make everything good? No matter the brave, cheerful face she put up for the world, and for herself? Father had died before she was born, home had been lost when she was barely old enough to keep after Mother on a long trek, then lost again so recently.
And now? That handsome painted stallion and his brown dragon she'd seen around the herd were gone. Dead. Murdered. Who would do such a thing? And why? Frustrated with her lack of answers, she lashed her tail against her haunches, stinging against her hocks. What next?
Shadowing her footsteps, still short enough to pass unaffected beneath the aggravated flick of his bonded's tail, paced Kaiden. The young kitsune whined anxiously at the emotions roiling beneath the deceptively calm surface of the mousey colored grulla who shared his soul. Electricity crackled between the five tips of his tails, dancing over the foggy colored lengths of the bushy extremities that swayed through the air. He didn't really understand what was bothering her, only that he wanted to make her feel better.
Aaron</style> World's Edge Glazier
And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.</style>
At first it was nothing but a mournful cry from the lips of a hellhound, but it quickly turned into the sound of a racing half draft horse pounding his way through the forest. It was Alanna who sensed them first, trying to slow her pace as she let go of yet another mournful howl. She seemed to be the voice that her bonded could not be. In fact, he barely noticed until he was almost on top of her that Kimber was in his path. He locked up his long legs, forcing himself to stop... But also allowing himself to finally hit the ground. How could he voice it... How could he bare to tell her that.... That not only was Torasin dead.. But so was his mother?!
He lay there, in the dirt as Alanna whined softly looking to Kimber. She couldn't be his comfort now, but she knew who could. It seemed like hours passed as he lay in the dirt crying when it really was only a few minutes. Finally he was able to open his eyes. For the first time he looked at Kimber with dark mahogany eyes, a sign of the sadness and anger he felt inside. "She's dead Kimber, they killed my mother as well...." And with those words the strong glazier broke all over again. How was he going to tell his sisters? Azale was a big girl and would hopefully step up as he knew he now needed too... But Sakura and Takara.... They had just lost both parents in a matter of a day, maybe two... He really couldn't be sure on time at all anymore. All he knew, it that he and Sakura and Takara had gone from having a mother to being orphans in a matter of short time... Well a short time for the girls at least...
"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."
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In Nomine Patris Et Filii
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.
They had barely even had time to cross the border of the Edge when the sound of a howling dog set the hairs on his back on edge. It was not the kind of cheerful sound made when greeting others, nor was it a triumphant cry that signified a successful hunt. No, this was a scream that tore through every layer of the soul until it strung the very core of the heart, opening up wounds and letting it bleed freely. It made the eyes of the grulla water and sting as it brought his sorrow up to the surface and drew back the image of Torasin dead and decaying beneath a tree of ice.
Taking a deep breath to press down the sudden surge of emotions the gold-backed stallion forced his tired aching body forward, heaving himself into a canter as he wove through the trees, following the pale beacon that was Fajira as she took the lead and flew ahead of him. Dread rose like bile in his throat as the heartbreaking sound of the dog continued, and terrified that something had happened within the heart of the their home Lace crashed forth, breath ragged and mind racing wildly. Was it Mirage? Had something happened to a foal, had a companion died or lost its bonded?
His heart nearly stopped as he pressed out between two tall trunks and found Aaron lying on the ground right next to Kimber, the daughter of the WildRose. Alarmed and shocked to find the powerful young steed on his knees, the older glazier carefully inched closer while Fajira swooped down to sit next to the howling dog, attempting to comfort her by wrapping a pale wing around its shoulders. "Aaron, what..." he began, but froze as the voice of the youngster reached his ears.
Lace froze. In dumbfounded silence he stared down at the boy, at first not even able to take in what he had heard.
She's dead
Ridiculous. Why would Solstice be dead? She had been healthy as a peach last time Lace saw her, surrounded by her youngest children. Laughing, talking... There was no way. No, he wouldn't believe it. Irritation blossomed and spread through his limbs, denial running hot in his veins, hot as the liquid sun he had yet to fully learn about. An almost unconscious use of magic made the trees surrounding them bend roots and branches out of his path as he stepped closer to make Aaron take back his words, admit it was all a bad joke that no one was going to laugh about.
Only a firm grip from the mind of his dragon made the stallion pause in mid stride, eyes forcefully snapping back and forth between the colt and his companion. The painted steed was crying, shedding tears like the rain onto the cold dirty ground. The dog was crying too, her tears caught and released with that haunting, horrible howl that didn't seem to end.
"No" he said, as if the simple word would be able to chase away the unchangeable truth. "No, it's not.. You must have seen wrong, she... Aaron, who would do that? Who would ever want to hurt Solstice?" But just as the words parted from his lips he remembered the winter past when their gilded ray had been stolen, taken without explanation and against her will. The expression on the stallions face turned blank for a second, then the amber eyes closed. When he spoke next there was a quiet chill to his voice that made the head of the white dragon jerk up and away from him, her rapturous eyes suddenly nervous and pleading.
"Who, exactly, are they Aaron? Who was it that killed your mother?"
It wasn't a tone of voice many had ever heard Lace use. His temper was normally calm, on the border of docile, and the few bursts of temper he ever showed were like a summer storm; sudden, raging, only to disappear as quickly as they came. But not this time. This wasn't the voice of the smiling, helpful Glazier the Qian knew about. Neither was it the young, honest knight that had patrolled the borders of the Moonlit Tides so long ago... This was someone else. A creature born from war, from endless death and battles where blood fell like rain upon the ground. Cold and merciless, he looked down upon the sobbing boy with hard and heartless eyes, retaining his fury and impatience with steely self control.
"This is no time to be lying on the ground, boy!" he snapped, a hind leg snapping into the ground with a sharpness that made Fajira flinch. "Tell me everything you know about this. Is this the work of the Basin? Is the rest of the herd in danger? For the sake of the Moon, what happened?" The voice cracked through the air like a whip before it was replaced by a thick silence, heavy with the impatience of the stallion that no longer seemed like himself.
Alanna's voice ripped through the air, a mournful howl that froze the young mare in her tracks and almost had the young kitsune with her walk into her legs. Wide eyed, she turned automatically toward the sound of crashing branches and thundering hooves, not quite grasping the meaning of it all as it got louder, louder... With a startled squeal she jumped backwards, nearly stepping on Kaiden before he dove aside with an indignant yelp, but just as fast as she realized what was happening Aaron had stopped, fallen at her hooves, Alanna staring up at her beseechingly even as sobs wracked her friend's body.
"Aaron?" Tentatively she bent her head to touch her muzzle against one tear soaked cheek, her own body quivering with unspent energy that had been set to send her body fleeing between the trees. After a short time he opened his eyes, looked up at her... and shared news that was almost too painful to believe. Solstice, dead? "Oh Aaron..." Carefully, delicately, she stepped around him, bent her knees and settled to the ground at his back, resting her muzzle upon his shoulder as she let him cry.
She hadn't noticed Lace, too wrapped up in her friend's sorrows to pay attention to anything else. But Kaiden noticed, the kitsune poised and staring up at the silver grullo, tails held aloft and crackling with electricity as he stood, a tiny guardian, between the young couple and all intruders. He was silent at first, accepting the right of another to receive and absorb the news that was shared, to pass it on. But a low growl escaped the many-tailed fox at the cold twist in the crafter's voice when disbelief turned to harsh questioning.
Yanked from her absorbtion with Aaron, completely unaware of the way time had put her in her mother's place in yet another strange way, Kimber pinned her ears back as she looked up at Lace. "He just became an orphan! Him and his sisters, and you blame him for crying?" An unfamiliar ferocity had entered her voice, hardened it as she dared to speak up against her elders. "You can't even give him the chance to mourn?"
Aaron</style> World's Edge Glazier
And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.</style>
The touch of Kimber's muzzle to his cheek was slightly calming, but nothing could fill the void he was now feeling. His father was assumed dead, almost three years had fully passed since they had arrived in Helovia. Now... Here he was sobbing, over his mother's murder. He watched Kimber's expression change as he spoke, wishing the words he spoke were a joke. That his mother would show up perfectly fine and everything was just an awful nightmare. But even as he wished it he knew it was true. Alanna would never show him such things if they were not seen by her own eyes. It wasn't even as if she showed him something that already had happened. No. He saw it as it happened. He had been frozen, knowing he couldn't make it to save her in time but still wishing he could try. It had been Alanna who had been the voice of reason. She had flashed images of Thor and Mirage, of Lace, of both WingLeaders. These were the ones who needed to know.
As if Lace had read the painted boy's thoughts the gold covered grullo arrived. He had arrived some time before, but it was only now as he yelled at him to explain did the voice register within Aaron's mind. Alanna growled, still under the white dragon's wing. Oh how Aaron wished to go back and have the care free spar with them again. But that was not something he could do. The garnet and ivory pup suddenly moved, instead seeking comfort from Kaiden. He had no energy to explain, to tell what he had seen. He would when he could force the words out... But meanwhile Kimber had spoken for him. Shouted back the things that he wanted to say but could not just yet.
"You can't even give him the chance to mourn?" The words rang in Aaron's ears for a few moments before he spoke again. His voice was cracking with every other word but it had to be said. "D'Artagnan, the Basin's Time Mender.... And his hellhound.... Murdered my mother. I do not know anything more than that..." With that said he leaned back against Kimber, seeking comfort in her touch. It was the first real sign of affection between the two, but after all a good friend was always there when needed. It was clear that Aaron was in need of several good friends right then. His thoughts traveled to his little sisters... How was he going to tell them that he could not save their mother this time? That she was, never coming home....
"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."
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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.
Cold steel had replaced the heart of the silver stallion. No trace was to be seen of grief or anguish in the hard eyes that stared down upon the children, no patience for indulgence or failure to comply. Only a faint whimper from the throat of the little dragon betrayed that they weren't unfeeling towards the young cob and his grief; it was just that there was no time to feel right now.
Gilded orbs threw a stern glance at the grullo filly as she snapped at him, almost brusquely shrugging off her hard words. "He can cry later" the glazier retorted, "or would you prefer to wait with passing on vital information to the WeyrLeaders and the rest of the Qian until it's too late? I thought you were supposed to be intelligent Kimber, not someone to give in so easily to emotion."
With a snort Lace turned away from her, disregarding further attempts to discussion to instead listen for the words that croaked forth through the lips of the crying paint. The information he passed on fit like a key in a lock, and almost as soon as the name registered in the mind of the white-maned steed he backed off with a sharp snort, ears ticked back in an expression of pure loathing.
He knew it. Despite his best efforts to remain fair and listen for evidence before jumping to conclusions, this piece of knowledge finally tipped the scale if his patience. Aurora Basin. Again. Did they never tire of these jabs at the Qian, would they never learn to accept their defeat and stick to that cold valley far up north?
They had gone much too far this time, and as sorrow and denial and rage merged together the legs of the black-masked equine began to move.
"Come on Aaron, Kimber. It's no good lying here, we need to get moving. For all we know this might be the prelude to a declaration of war, and I'd rather loose my tail than sit around waiting for it to happen."
Steely determination forced him to move on, a grim face discouraging questions as Lace began to walk through the dense forest, heading towards the Shrine where the large meetings usually took place. This was something everyone should know about, and he'd make sure that no one would remain ignorant. He would apologize to his young friend later - later, when his heart wasn't breaking for the golden girl that had been his friend for so many years.
Unwaveringly did blue eyes meet golden, never backing down despite the words spoken so coldly by the grullo stallion in reprimand. She was no longer a child to be taught what was right or wrong at the whims of adults, whatever their reasonings. He had a point, but he was wrong. Not his reasonings, but his methods. But she wasn't going to argue with someone so set in his ways.
Some little bit of that was due to the fact that she was aware through her bond with Kaiden that not all was so icy. He heard the anxious little sounds from the white dragon, understood the meaning and relayed that understanding to the young mare whose soul he shared. Shared it even as he leaned against Alanna's larger form, sharing his strength with the hellhound.
Emblazoned head bent as raspy words were wrenched from Aaron's throat, sharing the precious knowledge of who did it. Her ears flicked forward, then back. Basin. Go figure. There was an intense desire within her to do something to revenge the loss her dearest friend had been dealt. But she didn't know what. What could she do? She was an inexperienced fighter, gifted only with magic and companion, but no practical knowledge of how to employ either to advantage in a fight. What she did know was how to comfort.
Silent, she waited out Lace's words, waited for him to leave. Then she shifted, lipping at and tugging lightly on Aaron's mane. "We should tell your sisters, they deserve to know from you and not from him. He doesn't have to be so cold..." Her voice was soft, tender, but gained a hard edge as her words trailed off. But then she had softened again, muzzle brushing against the painted stallion's cheek in wordless support and affection. She would be his rock to lean against, for as long as he needed it.
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