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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.
Arya's efforts, aiding with the older foals in creating the adorable little party invitations, had been shredded. Destroyed by bigoted bastards in the Hidden Falls. Hotaru had extended a partial courtesy towards them, if only because of the sour past between the two herds. But her darling's invitations, whether they had specifically been hers or not, had been shredded out of hate. Hate they were attempting to rectify. She had been granted permission to steal from the denizens of the Falls, but it was not enough for the she-wolf with the blazing eyes. No, she would crush the Falls beneath her hoof for what they'd done to the innocent babes of the Basin. Hell itself would not be a fitting enough destination for the bastards that ripped up the little invitations. It was not an enraged woman that should be feared, but a furious mother. For since Arya's birth, Hotaru had taken to seeing all the foals as partially hers. Call it motherly instincts, but she would wreak havoc on those who had dared to crush their little dreams.
And so she reached for the vault of secrets, her own little manila folder of fate and plans, and in it she found the primary aid in her efforts. Oxy the Addict.
It was time to tell Illynx.
Lifting her cranium towards the heavens, where storms were gathered in late autumn rages, she called out Illynx's name, punctuating it with a beckoning song that clarified her intentions. Hotaru had withheld her information, awaiting the right moment, unsure if her herd would even approve when it was a technical peace time that they were in. But now, the she-wolf couldn't care less. She would burn the Falls to the ground, would grind the ashes and spit on the smoldering bones for making the Basin babies cry. Nobody would escape her rage. The coup that Oxy had planned with her would have to be put into action, even if it meant risking Oxy betraying her. Hotaru would go to any lengths if it meant punishment was justly served.
Now, she just had to await her mistress, and as the storms broke and the rain began to crash down upon the snow-laden tundra, thunder shaking the cliffs, Hotaru's eyes blazed with the promise of revenge.
@[Illynx]
Hotaru
you never know the power of yourself, until that is all you have left to rely upon</style>
The devil bent my ear today about his magical elixir
That would make the sorrow go away
The rain was cold, a sheet of mist and water that fell and fell and formed thousands of tiny rivers across the valley’s surface. The Lady has taken shelter in the caves near the Haruspex, watching from across the rain admonished valley the gleam of the mirror in the darkness, the blue hue of the scorpion where it sat poised and deadly outside the calling room of their God.
She had not always loved him, the bender of Time, because she had not always known him as she had the Goddess of the Moon. Mortals, she has come to observe, are strange in that they tend to align with what is most familiar to them; her son, for instance, had been granted the opportunity at the Veins to chose whatever shrine he wished, and rather than standing alone as Aithniel had, he had followed to where his dam had gone, the same familiar aura that permeated the land of his birth.
She understood both paths of her children, but to her surprise, it was Aithniel that she admired more during this lesson; the girl had gone to the stone of the Sun, and while she had received no answer, she had also not known the way that particular light felt yet. She had known, in some part of herself, that it resonated more completely with her soul than that of the Shock Lord; it had taken Illynx nearly her whole life to figure out that her Goddess had never been hers, to find the being that sang out most clearly in the tune of her own heart and soul.
The Moon did not understand her. There was no love from that dark bitch of the night, and perhaps there never had been, even when she had been small and lost and hopeless. She had felt it during the festival that Kahlua had held for the blackened face of their Goddess, while she sang the song that had once rung out from her lungs in the heart of the misty wood – the soul of it all was gone, even if she had been finally bestowed the chance at the magic she had yearned for.
The burn wounds on her hind leg from the flames of Lena’s kitsune had healed over for the most part, stark white against the golden pattern of her limb but for several dark, ugly and red rimmed healing scars. She hadn’t gone to the healer to get the damage removed for the simple fact that she was going to need proof she had felt fire to appease the stupid Goddess and also that she knew it would bring the Doctor pain – Lena was a gentle soul, and to have had her companion bring her Lady harm surely would cause the damsel stress.
So Illynx wore her marks, bitterly. They were why her son had done so well in the flight of the goats and she had failed.
A call pulls her eyes up and out towards the center of the land, wondering why in the four Gods horns that she was being asked out in such inclement weather and begrudgingly stirring her form out into the cold, damp darkness. Her ears are flat against her head to keep the water from trickling down into them, limbs gathering pace as they touch loam rather than stone as her armor clad form gracefully canters out towards the summons. It had sounded like Hotaru – but one can never be sure with the wind and rain muffling each chord, not when even her hooves seem lost beneath the dull din of the water striking the hard, cold earth.
She finds her there, standing amid the tarnished emerald of the grasses that die and wither in the chill that seeps in from the north, her body pale and framed by the white light that reaches with myriad branches through the shadowy sky. Illynx arrives with Kyst on her shoulders (miserable, mind you – neither birds nor cats care for cold water dousing them at any point in their lives), curiosity lighting her features and a dark distaste for the weather burning darkly in the depths of her eyes, carefully hidden.
It wouldn’t do for her people to think her so vain or too weak to wander in the fall storms.
Hotaru, she says, voice sweet despite the sourness that resides in her heart, you have called for me?