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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.
'I've never seen trees so tall!' She smiled at you then, a smile that spread like wildfire to reflect from the corner of her eyes, a warmth you felt even though your head was tilted back so far that it hurt, sunflower-eyes wide as they reached for the tip-tops of the thick trunks sprawling in every direction, lost to darkness. "They're very, very old, baby, and have had a long time to grow." Your lips curl into that infectious smile that she had given you, too, crinkling your baby's skin with simple laughter. For a moment it was easy to forget (as it was always easy to forget when she looked at you with a smile that you swear rivaled the moon) the anxiety that had been eating at you moments before, that abysmal sense of doom lingering at your fingertips, like a sickly man awaiting death at his bed; it was a solemn hopelessness that flooded and overwhelmed, black and all-consuming.
It was, as she understood it, your way of holding on to your immediate youth, your tangible fear of the dark————a way of coming to terms with growing up and changing into the adult that you never wanted to become in the first place. You had tried to explain it to her, once, and she had laughed a sound of pianissimo and church-bells and held you close, kissing the top of your head. It had seemed then that she did not know what you were trying to say, through the frown that tugged at your rigid lips, eyebrows knit together in careful consideration. Even as you looked to her with the same prying curiosity as always, she seemed as unconcerned as ever. 'Ama?'
Kaleidoscope eyes flutter open to the emptiness of the perpetual night to the sudden sound of hunger, your weight shifting beneath the immense weight of the forest, lungs expelling a tiny breath. It is immediately apparent that you are alone amidst the hum of activity from everywhere around you, low voices that you couldn't understand even if you tried; the feeling of abandonment creeps so slowly through your veins, building a lump within your throat, removing the sting of sleep from your eyes, sending ripples amongst the utter darkness of your skin. 'Ama?' it is hushed, insecure and different as your heart clings to hope, to the thought that she would return, just like she always had before.
She would return, and maybe, maybe this time you would have the words, the courage, to make her understand. Avian bones press closer to the trunk of the tree that you had chosen as your resting place within bedlam, moonlight filtering through the slits in the branches above you, casting shadows. Another rumble emits from your stomach, and again you sigh softly to yourself. She would come back for you, and you would tell her the things you never knew how to say: you were never afraid of growing up, getting old, of the dark or of the uncertainty of another day; you were only afraid of losing her, of waking up to nothing but the ghost of a good thing.
excuse the sad excuse for a post. i suck at these opening things.
the first two paragraphs are more or less irrelevant :3
( in case it's confusing, she's laying at the trunk of a tree just derping )
i would prefer someone from the basin to come and take her little butt home, but this is open to anyone~ <3
Each second of the night bothered her, opened up that need to escape the Basin just for a bit of time to harass and bully the lower species as she pleased. Whenever she attempted the climb through the pass, it wounded her gray hooves, their small parts sore and scraped about on the rocks, her body sore when she slipped upon the ice. In the past, she was used to the idea of lush green lands with trees that were full of life, and warm ocean breezes. When she came to the Basin, a land of snow and ice that seemed the most distant place from the brambles she caught herself in at the beginning, her first means of life were to jump into the hot springs, and bathe. Oh, what a wonderful experience it brought to the small mare's skin as she basked in it's grace. The Basin had offered her what she needed most. A family of only Unicorns, Psyche and Illynx (the only friends she seemed to have, spending much of her time at the spring), and a home. What more was there to need?
Oh yes, she was going to need to pull her weight around, which meant occasional spy missions and recruiting. Neither ever bothered her, and she learned to enjoy it, attempting to add more of her share after Psyche was kind enough to let her join the Plague. She listened to the rules, keeping quiet about it. The thought never passed her mind much, but if she overheard it in distant conversation, her small ears would prick up, attention held towards that conversation alone. That word alone was all that was needed to make her on edge with her muscles tense. What would her brother ever say about the little mare's actions towards just a simple thing?
Today, she had overheard it in a conversation, and thought about recruiting to the Basin. Releasing herself from the mountain walls of her home wasn't a bad idea, and when she finally found might in her small racist heart, got through the pass and out to the open. Her mind swelled with the landmarks that would take her to the Threshold, taught to her by her seemingly only friends when she was taken to the motherland. Fresh moonlight and twinkling lights became her lanterns there, wisking her away to a ghostly abyss. Each movement of her white body gave her a ghostly appearance, a soft tune within her throat and sealed lips. Not a thought crossed her mind as she existed in pure bliss. Soon after the last landmark, the trees took her into their motherly grace, and she went without complaint.
Here, she lacked many memories. She could remember Illynx and Psyche coming upon her, rescuing her from a patch of brambles that poked and proded her. They went about joking at her situation, setting the mood of a trio who seemed to know each for years. Even the white mare found herself laughing with them at her own pity. She could of been the first they'd seen to get locked into those brambles, but what she was to care?
A whisper slips about the night, caughting the midget mare's ears. They prick about as if she had heard that voice, only her attention wants to know who that was. Her own voice is soft and sweet, as she tries to add to the idea that the owners wasn't alone. "Hello? Where are you?" It had yet to cross her mind that it could be a lesser species making the voice. There were so many of them, and why no one had gone about mass murdering them caused her stomach to churn. The thought passes her mind, and if horses could vomit, then she would of at that moment. Again, there was a time and place for everyone. She saw herself and the Plague, the glorious Aurora Basin, living at the top of the food chain while the lesser species were conquered and beaten down into slavery. It seems sick that a mare of her high priced beauty could think that way, but the world is known to forget everything comes with a price at some point. Beauty came with the price of extreme racism. What a wonderful combination in her eyes.
Her small legs have her halted in the milky shade of an Oak, small ears twisted about listening for more sounds. The pair of red eyes scan the area, looking for signs of movement. Then, it gladly returns to her again, a bit louder. Curiousity snaps a glow stick inside her chest and head. "I'm over here, if you're wondering." Saying such could cause herself to be in some short of trouble, nothing that wouldn't faze her much. If they came looking for someone, then be patient, they would come to them, yet it seemed the little mare's job to wisk away another priceless Unicorn to perfection beyond their greatest dreams.
Now, pace is added to her equation. A steady trot sways her body, lacking much seductiveness. That wasn't needed much at this time, for her eyes caught something inside the moonlight. While she remains a ghostly form in the night, there is a shadow beneath a rather large tree, relaxing with ease and silence. Iosui spends no time looking for what would save the little creature's life: a horn. There it was, spiraled and small, black as the sky when there wasn't a moon or stars to ignite it. For Ivory, Ebony is much smaller than her. A gasp escapes her, never expecting the sight of a creature like her being smaller.
Just for once, she was the bigger one. Why, hello there self-esteem.
"Looking for someone? Might I be the one you search for?" Her words might seemed oddly frightening. When the black settles over the land, you cannot trust those even within your home. Black played a deep note of confusion and misjudged emotions when it took over, and Iosui was busy attempting to partially rescue herself from it. Ebony, lying before her, seemed preoccupied by something. Ivory turns her eyes away for a moment, following the direction of another pair of orange eyes. "Something out there? Is it bothering you? I am Iosui, by the way, yet feel free to call me Io."
Instead of remaining shy and awkward, she breaks the courage and takes slow steps closer to her new companion. A smile, soft, gentle, speaking the words of 'I promise not to hurt you,' upon them, is given away as a friendly gift. Laughing now could cause an uneasy state for the one who just came from no where, both strangers completely different but oddly the same. How strange, though I already like the idea of her,' filters about the dual red horned mare, who stands alone. There is not an uneasy weight and foggy thickness to the air, while the warmth and sweet scents of Birdsong fill it up. This was how she needed this to go at the moment.
The first you hear of the girl is distant movement, a sense in and of itself that sets your heart on edge, catches your breath within your throat, svelte muscles tensing uneasily beneath the thin layer of baby-skin. Amber eyes blink slowly, focusing on the darkness as it waxes and wanes, the instinct to run rampant within your veins, though your fear is an anchor, rooting you to the very spot. "I'm over here if you're wondering." You breathe a single breath, head snapping in the direction of the feminine voice, curiosity dousing your terror for just a fraction of a second, long enough for you to relinquish the idea of monsters with sharp teeth and glowing eyes, claws meant only to tear into your supple flesh. If Ama had taught you one thing, it was to always be on your toes, to never question the way it felt when your instincts told you to run. She had told you that it would keep you safe; if you always ran away from trouble, how would it ever find you? You, of course, couldn't help but to be defiant, to question why you would ever need to run so long as you had her.
She materializes like a ghost threaded from nothing but dust and starlight before your very eyes, almost as small and frail as you, but not quite. She gasps and you shift uneasily, eyes darting away from her face chiseled of marble and marred with maps to a better time; for the moment that you had caught her eye you could not see the reason behind running, but that does not quell the overwhelming suspicions within you, only just enough to make you stay. She speaks, her voice lilting, lingering between the sound of quaking aspen and riversong, and not quite like you have ever heard before. And still, despite her questions you remain impassive, lips folding into a single, stoic line.
"something out there? Is it bothering you? I am Iosui, by the way, yet feel free to call me Io." Before you even have the chance to tell her no, she comes closer, the corners of your eyes growing jagged with discomfort. She smiles and you force one, too, though awkward and ungainly. 'Ama.' You state plainly, looking up at her through long, long lashes as if there should be no question as to who you are speaking of, waiting for; 'Ama is missing.' Another rumble sounds within your stomach and you wince, ears falling backwards in discomfort. In truth you had had no idea how long it had been since you had become a wallflower, waiting for the sun as others went, every one of them as unfamiliar as the last.
'And it feels like it's been forever that I've been here.'
“Welcome”, he whispered morosely to no one in particular. The offering grounds had never lured him from his slumber before but that night seemed to sing to him in spite of his callous preconceptions of the place. Slowly the Blood Prince wound through the dark trees like a shadow approaching the light of day, daring and hoping for its heavenly essence to break his sinner’s path. But only the light from mysteriously hung lanterns allowed him to navigate the foreign dregs that newcomers considered to be their sanctuary. He sought nothing in particular other than to cure the undying restlessness that had plagued him during the confusion of day and night, but upon hearing slighted whispers to the wind, he turned heel to catch the words more clearly. He could not make out the shapes so quickly as to understand the childish banter that passed around him like ghostly chanting- back and forth, to and fro.
It was a chorus of nonsensical dissonance and before he could truly make out what sort of creatures he might encounter upon finding the wraiths that now piqued his everlasting curiosity, he was heralded with the fragrant perfume only worn by those he was forced to call family. For a moment, he was content to pause and consider his intentions before resuming the path his crimson horn now indicated ahead.
Upon discovering two crude figures, barely illuminated by the dimly lit lanterns hung around them, Déodat couldn’t help but sigh. He hadn’t thought the pair would be as tedious as mare and child, yet he remained. “Come child, leave that beast to her bearings and I will take you to the Basin.” His words were tired and yet cruel enough to convince the pallid mare to step down from her nurturing so that they might be able to end this night on a fairly positive note. The bloodied stallion hadn’t the time to deal with attention-craving females, but he could not leave such precious youth in the claws of his precarious sister despite her fabricated concern.
With his face lowered and his crystalline horn pointed toward the child, he nodded slightly as if to encourage her, with not only the skill of a warrior’s persistence but with his piercing indigo gaze as well, to follow. Once they were safely within his borders once more, only then would he question the small girl about her origin and obvious abandonment.
Welcome, he says, and yet you find yourself more confused, growing more impatient by the second. Thinned lips purse further, sunflower eyes straining within the dark to just barely make out a blob against… well, more blob. Your brows furrow ever so slightly, a shiver racking your bird-like body. You were never the kind of girl that excelled in social activities, and now is no exception as your little heart beats faster against its cage of bone, the sound snaking into your head until pressure builds and your pulse turns visible, blood thickening within tangled veins. Your gaze lifts to the shade of his brow and darts away, a low whimper hiding between gritting teeth. There is something about the shadow-man, maybe it is confidence, maybe it is safety, and maybe it is imagined, that quells the desire within you to cry, to break down and give in to the temptation that has been screaming from the moment the dust had settled and she arrived - run. It was in your blood to do just that; just like she had, you have slowly come to realize. 'Come child, leave that beast to her bearings and I will take you to the Basin.' Your mind ignites with questions but your ballerina limbs unfold, slow and unsure as you struggle, compelled to stand, fumbling over yourself as graceless as ever as you pass the ghost, throwing her a backwards glance that lingers only a moment before you join the shadow-man, a half expectant look on your young and jagged face.
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