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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.
12-02-2015, 05:47 PM (This post was last modified: 01-11-2016, 11:53 AM by Macaria.)
macaria
palest shadow; darkest light
Today it wet. So very wet. She thinks about these things, the wet things and the things that make them all slippery and soggy. Like the squishy ground, the spongy mosses, dripping ferns and soaked leaves of all kinds. She decides, here and now, that she likes it when it rains. She likes the constant fog, the twirling mist, that is perpetually spilling from the clusters of waterfalls big and small. She can here the violent gushing of their splendor in the background of where she is, which is lurking around alone in the jungle-wood. Aloooone. She has not been alone much in her short life, short of that wee time when her mother died the day she was born. After that she has been watched like a hawk by either Dad, Brothers or at the very least someone that has been asked to watch her by either of those previously named.
Not today!
Nope. Today she wanders aimlessly with wide honey eyes that twinkle at each thing she studies. Brightly painted frogs get her attention for a while and after that she follows a pair of such color she's never seen – not even on the coats of the most exotic citizens she's seen running around Helovia. Their tails danced and so did they, one in particular being the most 'dancy' of the pair. This one chirped and waved his vibrant tail all around, bringing seeds back the other. She watches them until they abruptly take their leave, spooking at some nearby crashing through the trees. Her attention snapped to the commotion as soon as the birds gave fright. Her eyes searched the sunlit greenery for something in the distance, but she see's nothing. The gray day makes it a bit harder to see anything beyond 30ft. Her ears are tightly upright and her nostrils pick through the smells. What was that smell? It smells..like blood? It smells like fur, blood, and rock. She can smell the leaves on it's fur, whatever it is, and the fragrance of decayed meat. She's suddenly not sure how she knows this particular array of smells., but she knows it is not good.
It's close. She stops her hoof and snorts, a behavior the boldest of deer taught her when she was little. She does this once, twice and a third time. Silence settles...the only thing making any noise or moving is the light rain dripping from the trees onto the ferns and mossy below. She stands silent and watches, her breathing slow and sparing, as to hear much better.
Where did all these weird instincts come from? Damnnn.
It's been such a long time since she's tasted flesh...since something fresh has been in her gut. The cat moves through her jungle with oily ease, licking her lips and swinging her golden eyes back and forth. Her black fur makes it easy to slink in the shadows, to be nearly invisible amongst the wet emerald of the lush forest. She's silent on her light paws, her big frame carried with ease up into a tree to wait for something to come by...unsuspectingly, of course.
She hears the crunch of leaves under hooves – not paws, not claws, hooves. She's an old girl and she's heard plenty of hoof-fall in her day, especially in this particular part of her forest. Most of her dense tree cover overlapped coincides with a kingdom made of local the equus and their....pets..
Her tail flicks without a sound and her eyes steady out the pitter-patter of her moving meal. It is quiet far away, following frogs at first and then birds. These birds follow the almost soundless murmur of her purring under her breath. They move toward it with their dancing and their displaying, enchanted with themselves and the undetectable sound. When the prey bounds ever forward with her curiosities swallowing her common sense, the cat leaps down onto a bed of last years leaves. She breaks a stick on the way down and when she lands...her body freezes, even her breathing ceases to make any stir at all.
Drip, drop, drip...drip...drip..
The only sound filling the air is the sounds between predator and prey. The gentle whisper of a broken breeze sweeping the trees and the rain scattering it's way to the jungle floor.
Lowering his mighty head to the cool pools of water at his feet the giant draws back a few sips of the fresh water. Everything around him is quiet, almost too quiet for his liking. Where is everyone? Flicking his long tassels against his hide to clear away the last lingering pests, he perks his ears to listen. Still only silence and his own breathing break through his eardrums. Growing restless anyway the grey warrior beckons to his bonded before walking away from the waterfall pool.
Moving along steadily his large hooves undoubtedly crunch in fallen leaves while Kiara's are soundless as usual. How was it that feline's could be so quiet all the time? Sometimes it was just nice to know when you had someone beside you or when something was sneaking up on you. Sighing softly in defeat he knew that there was no way that he would ever be able to figure that out for Kiara would never give up such secrets. Watching her saunter slowly up ahead he froze when he seen her ears perk up and her hackles stand on end. "Danger... foal." She said abruptly sprinting off to her right just as the sound of a twig snapping caught his attention.
His head was up at attention immediately as he barreled after her rounding the corner to find Kiara with her teeth bared staring down another large black feline and a small painted filly. "Look Out!" He yelled towards the filly as he half reared with his ears pinned back. Charging forward with heavy hoof beats he aimed to try and kick the black feline as he rushed past to place himself between the predator and prey. Kiara sensing the danger was already to do battle should the other foreign feline move a muscle in the wrong direction. Growling in warning she took her stance with head and body low to the ground with teeth bared.
Ciceron talks Kiara speaks
•• TAGS: @Macaria •• NOTES: Hope you don't mind, feline vs feline could be interesting xd ••
She could hear different feet – different shadows murmuring in the forest. And then her smell. The white cat's fur smells of horses and magic and meat. She was of the same bone structure, but not of the same mind. She's a pet, this other, but she's onto me. There is no time at all between the moment she knows she's been detected and the moment that discovery comes to it's conclusion. The stallion came thrashing and it was easy enough for the cat to avoid one or two of his slashing hooves but a third blow lands onto her shoulder blade. She can only let out a roar and sends her long, weathered claws out to find horse-flesh while she slowly retreats backward. Her eyes are wide and panicked and she keeps her yellow teeth showing, peeling her whiskers back so tight that she's squinting.
The other cat makes no move and just before the black feline makes a break for it she makes solid eye contact with her. It's only a second that her eyes find the cat's pale face and blue eyes. The old predator attempts to make her escape by flat out running and finding the nearest tree to clamor up with her busted shoulder.
01-16-2016, 01:29 PM (This post was last modified: 01-16-2016, 01:30 PM by Macaria.
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macaria
palest shadow; darkest light
The big filly is taken by surprise – she had not even seen the danger by the time there were rescuers at her flanks. He shouts orders as he and his feline go in for battle and the child cannot help but stupidly think to herself, they always push me out of the way. Always saying 'stay back!', 'get behind me!' and all that. (She wasn't even clever enough to actually listen to him either; too busy feeling like a baby at a big kid party.) She gives a good 'hrumph' as she watches the big feline and the unicorn dive in front of her. She can feel the tension snap and suddenly her childish woes seem rather stupid – this could get very ugly here.
Everything transpires so quickly the filly has no real time to react appropriately. When the gray stallion slams down on the cat and Macaria lets out a squeal and a whimper. “You're hurting her!” She doesn't think before this just spills from her uncontrollable mouth. The cat scampers away and Macaria is left in quiet for a brief, very brief second. She digests only a little of the situation and decides she should probably start talking again. “So...” She mutters, embarrassment flushing across her skin and deepening the pink in her nose even more. “Thank you very much for rescuing me.” She brings a shaky smile to her face and makes eye contact with the bigger(for now), older stallion. She looks out into the blurred fogginess listlessly and wonders what would become of that poor old panther. She somehow knows that to say such a thought would make her seem soft in the head, so she doesn't say so. Instead she brings her eyes down to the white tiger and her golden gaze illuminates with joy. “She's so beautiful! And what is her name?” She moves closer, though very cautiously and offers her nose for a hello sniff.