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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.
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"You have to run, child. Do you hear me? Take your cousins, take whoever you can, and run to the Throat and stay there. Go!"
Her mother's voice was quiet, a soft whisper filled with burning desperation, whips of sharp encouragement in the flesh of her ears. She stares back and feels confused, her black eyes vacant in the glittering mist, Natraj whining as he winds around her hocks. Go? Why go? She wants to cry, but her mother's gaze tells her to be silent, be strong, that there will be no more discussion and it's time to take control.
She turns away. Behind her, her mother murmurs something she has never heard before.
"I love you."
The fire child's heart skips a beat, and she runs.
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She is falling through space and time, her body ablaze with the fire in her veins. The desert is vibrant with stars and the sky, silver beneath the waxing moon; she is a streak of glorious flame, a messenger of the gods sent to herald war and clamor for safety. Natraj runs ahead of her, ears spread wide and tails erect, seeking for sound or scent of the strangers who live in this place. She has brought all the others she could find, children too young to fight - yea, a fight. Kali had told her, flying overhead until they reached the desert's edge, her voice soothing in the child's mind. The gryphon's wings as wide as her cast a soothing shadow as Tandavi ran, but now Kali was gone, returned to her mother to fight by the midnight mare's side, and Tandavi and Natraj were alone.
They stop, hooves casting a veil of sand as she digs them into the ground. Deep breaths, heavy and fast; they had found nobody, but somebody must be here. Her mane sits heavy upon her poll, tail too much for her to bear. Be strong. Black eyes glance back to where her cousins have followed her - she hopes. And then, ahead into the abyss.
"Help." Her voice is soft, tired and strained, an echo of a cry from a winded pipe. "Help!" Louder now, she casts her head high and calls into the wind, Natraj's howl giving the cry strength. She thinks she can hear wings but she could be wrong; she thinks she can smell them, taste their magic crackling upon her tongue, but maybe she cannot. Maybe nobody will come, and this voyage was for naught. Maybe she is alone.
Her eyes burn bright with irrepressible fire. Fuck no.
"HEY! They came to our home, and you guys promised to help! Now fucking come out here and do something!" Her mother would chastise her for the language. She doesn't give a shit
[ ooc || For ranked members of the Throat and any foals from the Edge. There is no posting order. ]
It was her father's warning that had started the young silver-scaled filly heading south, her twin in her wake, but it had not taken long before she'd stumbled across her cousin and the black kitsune that kept the firey Tandavi company, led by Aunt Rishima's griffon. The prospect of a guide had made Semira agree quite readily to traveling together.
So they ran, an almost endless race, briefly interrupted for the dragon child by stints of gliding when her wings caught air. Until they were there, the Throat. Where Mother's soul-sister lived and ruled. Standing near to her cousin, she struggled to catch her breath while checking for Amaris. Ears tilted as she heard her cousin try to shout, a cry for help. Quiet at first, then a bit louder, augmented by a kitsune's howl. Wetting her lips, the little silver was just about to add her own voice when an unexpected use of inappropriate language from her younger cousin had Semira jumping, skittering a few steps sideways. "Gee, Tandavi. I didn't know you knew those words." Somewhat reproachful, she nosed her cousin.
Sides expanded, wings flared, as she prepared to pitch her in her own shout. "Edge calls on the Throat's alliance to help defend against their invaders." Her voice rang, pitched as loudly as she could like she'd seen and heard Mother do many a time before. A second deep breathe gave way to her own imitation of a dragon's roar, significantly higher pitched than anything her parents could muster up, and not nearly as loud as it could have been if she'd had a chance to fully regain her breath. But then she could only wait and listen for approaching hooves or wings.
Upon the wall, Onni waits for the return of her mother. Surely, Kri would return any minute. The Commander of the Dragon's Throat had been missing from the land, but the leader was known to adventure out on her own. Still, in times of high alert, the shaman doubted her mother would be gone, not in this night. The night that no one really trusted.
Standing guard, like a phantom of colors atop the half-constructed piece of wall, the healer looks out at the world, her pale eyes keen. It is then that she sees a small figure, a filly, no more than a year old, running for her life. Eyes widen as wind rustles about her face, and the shaman takes a good leap off of the wall, gliding to an easy halt on the sand as the young girl draws nearer. Another, she realizes, follows closely at her heels, and the tobiano canters forth on healing legs, the sting of her burns still fresh on her body.
The cries for help come like foreign echoes over the dark sand, and the mare rushes toward their aid. "The World's Edge is being invaded?" the girl asks, her jaw slackened with shock. She pauses, her legs coming to a stop as she glances over her shoulders, dumbfounded. Upon her back, Lyhty pipes out a questioning trill. Her eyes look sorrowfully down at the sand, her wing waving toward the children.
"Go, go deeper into this land toward the great light of the fire. Tell all you see that Onni the Illuminant has raised the call for battle, in absence of her mother, Kri the Resolute," she says, her voice taking on a steely tone for a moment that mirrored the willpower of the stubborn bitch who was not here. "Those who are strong enough to fight are to fly north to your home."
"We will not bow to them."
And with that, she set her wings to the wind and flew North, a nervous fire burning in her heart.
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Finally, the borders of her home surrounded her once more. It was as though she had been embraced by her mother, it was the same calming sensation as she felt now, flying across the moon-lit dunes. If it hadn't been so cold, if she hadn't been weak and starved and felt the pressure of darkness and the turbulent times she would have enjoyed it. Alas, the raven was too concerned with returning to the herd to delight over the play of light across windswept sand, the sweet scent of water that drifted from the Oasis... the smell of horses, strong and as welcoming as her fathers smile. Would Hector be there to greet her as she returned? Would Midas wonder what had happened, press her for more details while Kri loomed by her side, silent and commanding? She missed them all, oh how she missed them.
She trailed the fractions of the metal wall with her eyes, so busy caressing its familiar jagged lines that she didn't notice the young ones that came running beneath her. Not until one of them gave off a shrill, predatory cry for attention did she start and glance down, just in time to notice not only the fillies but also the shape of the young mare that went down from the wall to greet them.
Frowning, Skuggi hurried onward and tucked the wings to the furry sides, arching towards the ground in a long dive that allowed her to make contact with the ground not far from the little group. Ears perked forward and eyes alert she cantered on towards the others, managing to catch stray words from the conversation.
What in the name of the seven winds was going on? Worry quickly replaced the curiosity as the painted mare released herself from the clutches of the earth and took to the sky, quickly heading towards the north. Quiet and confused, she slowly took to eying the foals, devouring their unusual appearances - did that one.. no, it couldn't be scales. Could it? - before, after a long silence, she took a deep breath and tried to make the heart settle back into its cavity.
"Right..." she said and stepped forward, intent on gaining their attention. "Come along, I'll show you to the Seer's Fire. And while we walk, I want you to tell me everything you've seen or heard, no matter how minute it might seem. I am an informant, I need to give the Sultana a report when she returns." She gave the golden fillies a slight smile and inclined for them to follow her, then began to lead them around the wall and into the desert realm.
Maskan lingered behind, his pace not necessarily slower, but his path more extensive. The brothers had agreed that when the North responded to their niggling threats, their imprisonment of their children, he would be the one to travel South, to ensure the youth of their home were kept safe. In the unlikely event that they lost their home, he had to ensure that the path was clear for those who would flee. So he watched as his brother made the first attack against just one of the many intruders, then he moved at pace to track the movement of his daughter and nieces, checking the surroundings constantly as he did so. They ran ahead and he did not stop them, moving as silent as a shadow would in this eternal midnight that reminded him fondly of his birthlands. As they neared the borders of the desert home, he slowed again, ears twisting atop his crown as he paused his stride to peer over his shoulder, towards the home he had just left.
It felt wrong, to be so far from them when he knew that they were endangered. But he was down here, protecting their future - their children, their bloodline. He sighed, as movement above him - a pegasus, an ally, heading to his home - caught his attention. Flicking his gaze back to the sandy realm of the Throat, he pushed forward, spying the three forms of the dragonsisters and his fire-hearted daughter being led away by a dark, shadowy creature. He called to them, a low, rumbling greeting, extending his maw to each youthful female who shared his blood in turn, before considering the pegasus that led them towards the great pillar of flame. "I am Maskan, of the World's Edge. I ensured their safe passage, and I shall remain by their side until the danger has passed." He spoke simply and politely, tilting his crown in a display of respect for an ally. It was silently considered that he suspected, or rather, feared, that the Basin might retaliate by extending harm towards the Throat, and he could at least lend his aid should that happen.
"There were at least three from the Basin, and one from the Foothills posing a challenge when I left." It was his job to know these things, to have witnessed his comrades going into battle while he escorted the young away. He felt like he was betraying them, in more ways then one. First, he had walked away from the battle, and second, he didn't want to be a babysitter. But here he was, torn feelings aside. Safe within the borders of the Throat, his gaze seemed to get lost on the horizon, as his interest in the conversation of passing information faded, and his yearning to race home and rip the head off the nearest intruder argued with his loyal, obedient sense of duty and obligation.
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I had run, gathered my twin back to my side and blindly ran with her at my side after the other foals and the warrior from our home. Tear stung in my light green eyes, glad that Takara could not see them. When I chanced one sideways glance however, I found her hazy green ones matched my own. We were young, this is not fair. Why did those horrid horn heads from up north have to take EVERYTHING away from us? Did they not have others to pick on? After all, we had only been stealing from them like they had us... Or at least that's what Aaron said. None of that mattered now. I had seen Maskan running with the foals as I attacked one of the prisoners. Since I was alone, I had fled like a coward. She was bigger than me anyway, what had I been thinking?
It was while I was blinded with tears that I did not notice the change from hard dirt to the slightly softer sand of the Throat. Takara had and slowed her pace, using her ears to guide herself to the safety of Semira's side. It was there she pressed against the foal that was not much younger than them. She did not speak, only cried softly as others spoke. I meanwhile crashed right into the side of Maskan, crumpling backwards. It was embarrassing, but it was all it took for me to cut loose my tears. For the first time since the death of my parents I can honestly say I allowed myself to shop pure emotion. I shakily stood, and without hesitation pressed my face into the side of Tandavi's father...
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HP: 42
