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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.
06-28-2013, 09:05 AM (This post was last modified: 06-28-2013, 09:08 AM by Prometheus.)
Prometheus You're what happens when two substances collide And by all accounts you really should have died</style>
I have sent you away.
Find someone, I told you. Find a soul on the borders of the World's Edge, any that does not know of me, and bring them to me, to this site of death and chaos.
I wonder, as I lay shivering falsely in the shadows of the thistle meadow and beyond the grove, with whom you will return. I know so few of the herd's ranks, I do not worry I'll be recognized. I fear only that I won't be believed—that the testimony of a decaying colt will go unheeded, and that this masterpiece of death to which I have transformed what was once a simple nurse, this trail of chaos and path to war, will go unfollowed.
The falling snow has obscured in part the body of the mare and the tracks I laid down, but they still stand as proof for a crime uncommitted. The story of what I will tell forms wickedly, piece by piece hopefully unravelling a bond held between two herds, transforming an alliance into war. My mind seeps endless thoughts of the destruction I will create. Oh brother, what glory.
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I have been sent away.
Find someone, He told me. Find a soul on the borders of the World's Edge that does not know of Him, and bring them to Him, to this site of death and chaos.
As my lithe, white body follows the once familiar path to the World's Edge, I feel a sadness rise in my heart. He will always know war as his closest ally, always treat destruction as if it were His very own soldier. My heart beats when His lies still, my mind reels and aches with morality when His is naught but a cesspool filling with the mind-disease of corruption. But I still love Him. He is my brother, my one and only friend in this forsaken life. He is my ward, the ailing life whom I was made to protect. If this distraction of war, this dalliance in politics and this getting dirty of His flesh can satisfy His hunger and ease the aching of His sickened mind, let him do as He pleases. I will never stand in His way.
I find the pair in the World's Edge and speak to my own kin words of insistence and worry. I hardly even notice the mare who accompanies her; the equine kind all seem alike. I tell her little, but say enough. She is a beautiful creature, with a pelt far sleeker and whiter than my own, likely having been born of the snow-colored hue which time, weariness, and malnutrition slowly afforded me. She is younger, but the first I have seen of my kind, excluding any faint memories that I recall of my dying mother. Her eyes are a keen blue that speak to me of gentleness. I wonder if my eyes hold pain. I wonder if my eyes speak of suffering.
"A death," I cry into her mind as I pace and furrow. "Please, you must come," I plead. I do not wait long, I know He waits for me in the mess off blood and death that he has made for himself. I set off at a bounding run back towards the meadow, shouting instructions to follow in my wake to the mind of the younger tiger. I run towards the expansive meadow's territory, towards its wooded edges and where my brother lies in wait. I know nothing of the gods that gather worriedly at its center and the darkness to come.
[[This is predating the site wide plot, but will end with it's commencement. This takes place after A Song of Ice and Death, which is important context for this thread. This acts also as a stealth thread for Romani; as Prometheus informed no one in the Basin of Romani's intended "capture", and she will not be gone for a terribly long time, she will be released after this thread, escorted home by Pyr, and her departure from the World's Edge will likely go unnoticed. As Prometheus is to go into hibernation as the result of the site wide plot, much of this will be written from Pyr's perspective, and Pyr will be allowed to be played alone. This is a closed thread.]]
It was Kasai's tendency to wander that Romani realized might just be the death of her. The palomino was grazing quietly by herself, nestled in the safety of the Edge and along the border when she realized that the black and white cub had wandered. The mare's head snapped upwards, uncertainty flooding through her veins, hindered only slightly by a stab of fear.
"Kasai...?" The inquiry was sent through their bond, the invisible thread that all creatures and companions understood. Ice-blue orbs scanned the tree-line, peering through the dancing mists, and with a growing feeling of trepidation Romani realized that she could no longer see her beloved companion.
"Kasai!" The cry left her dark lips, and immediately the Haflinger turned her bulky frame around, nostrils flaring, trying to find the fluffy young thing before she could get into trouble... Soon, however, a feeling flooded back through her bond. The feeling of curiosity, fear, and surprise rolled through her.
Me! Kasai cried, a single, childish word that echoed throughout her mind. A me! When Romani had first realized that Kasai had spoken to her, a few moons back, the Protector had been startled. It had been so shocking, so sudden that Kasai had spoken to her, but... It was a wonderful feeling, that only strengthened the bond between them.
Through the brush Romani went, her hooves plodding through the snow, low-hanging branches tearing at her hide, and it was shortly after that she saw Kasai. The relief upon seeing the young cub was monumental, and Romani felt the pressure around her heart lessen. However, instead of noticing her, the young cub was following after another tiger, but this one... This one was different. A beast unlike any that Romani had seen before.
'Kasai...?' The question flitted from Romani's mind to Kasai's own, and it was only then that the young feline stopped in her chase to look at the Haflinger. A look beseeched the mare to follow, and with a brief hesitance, the mare gave chase to the two tigers. From the safety of the Edge they went, traveling through the snow until they reached the Thistle Meadow... And even then, something was amiss. There, standing at the edge of the meadow, the strangest looking colt that Romani had ever seen stood amidst blood and gore. Muscles were exposed, bone was exposed. What was this? It was almost a figment from a filly's nightmare. A body, albeit covered in snow, lay frozen and dead at the colt's hooves. Who was it...?
Ever so slowly, Romani ventured forward, calling Kasai back to her through the mind. The young cub's nose wrinkled at the smell of frozen death, and dutifully returned to the Haflinger's side, poising herself at the mare's right side. Just what was going on here?
"... W-what is the meaning of this?"
[ooc: This post is terrible and awkward, since it's been FOREVER since this thread was made. Due to Alex's absence, I doubt this will be responded to, but... -shrugs- :/ Sorry for the wait, regardless! <3 Also, this thread was originally posted in the Thistle Meadow, but when it came out of Archives, it got placed in the Basin. XD So I'm just going with it being still placed in the Thistle Meadow. I'll have it moved as soon as I can.]
The True Soldier Fights Not Because
He Hates What is in Front of Him,
But Because he Loves What is Behind Him.
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