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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.
ooc:; this is shilva's burial thread. @[Africa] @[Rasta] I wouldn't mind if some of the World's Edge horses jumped on this. I would prefer if the conversations stayed off the topic of Aurelia's past foolishness. I want this to be completely about Shilva! :3
There is an unmistakable sadness in the air today as I head to the World's Edge. My wings are shut tightly so Shilva will not fall out of the grips of my left wing. Her limp corpse lifeless and still. It felt different to carry her when she was well and moving. Now, she feels heavier than normal. This is something I notice right away. The cold that her body releases sends shivers down my spine. Shilva is really dead.
I approach the borders of the World's Edge. The glass shards clearly ahead as I reluctantly continue on. One of my small ears slips backwards and the other stays erect as I slither to a halt before crossing the glass border. I remember Kahlua, Alysanne, Ruske, and I talking here. I believe my life was 12 times simpler then. Part of me wishes I could go back to that day and do everything correctly. I remember Aly showing us her new companion. Shilva was far less lovable then the bird Aly called her companion. Despite that, I loved Shilva. I remember speaking to Ampere in the caves about companions. And I understand her now. I wish to speak to her, but I have yet to see the blue and black mare in passing. I wish to join her cause. I wish to fight bonds.
I timidly look into the woods. Should I go in? Kahlua and Kaj gave me permission to be here, to bury my friend, but does that mean that I can cross the borders? "They gave me permission to be here." I whisper softly, my words barely audible. I tip-toe around glass shards, knowing all to well that if I step on one it would hurt like crazy. Now I am home in the World's Edge. The scents are all too familiar and all too overpowering. I close my eyes for a second and continue on-wards, towards Shilva's favorite place-- the meadow and the cliff.
I know if I go to the meadows, I will be spotted, but today I do not care. There won't be any hiding today. In a way, I secretly hope Destrier will show up. I could really use a shoulder or an ear right now.
Success isn't the result of spontaneous combustion.
hey sister, do you still believe in love, i wonder?
It was a long trek, and she was tired. She had pushed herself too much in these past weeks and she didn't really know exactly what was going on anymore. She stayed quiet, keeping perfect rhythm with Africa and staying a bit behind the golden mare. there were no words that could slip from her maw today. No, she followed, carefully placing her steps so that she did not fall. She would not break the silence of mourning that filled the air.
She sighed a little, keeping her flesh almost pressed up against Africa in the process. The meadows relatively even, steps raising a little higher, more of a snapping motion than prior. She had yet to be here, and so the uncertain terrain was awkward for the poor mare. But she tried, oh she tried. She would be there for the companion - to give a burial to her hawk in memory as they actually buried the other mare's snake. She supposed it would work, that it would help, so she continued to move forward until they arrived at the cliffs.
A gentle voice slid from her mouth, finally allowing any of the mourning silence to be broken in the process. "Are we where you would like her to rest?" she inquires, tilting her cranium ever so slightly to the left before she stopped where she felt comfortable (aka far, far away from the cliff edge). Meanwhile, she also wonders who else might show up to this - uncertain of whether or not she was actually meant to be in these lands or not, but assuming that it would be okay due to the way this mare had stated everything.
She followed slowly, hooves scuffing to a lazy rhythm, trailing the path of the widow and close beside her blind, golden friend, not overly thrilled at the prospect of entering the territory of another herd. She found little faith Aurelia’s word; her assurance that they were indeed allowed to do this, to trespass. The one-winged had been so reckless in her venture on one occasion before, and it had very nearly cost her life...
Glazed, preoccupied eyes sank from the gentle feminine sway of the leading Pegasus’ small hips to the shards of glass scattered through the grass. They parted quickly, surprised, and leapt to find the tall wall once surrounding the land of mist and trees, absent. Lips twitched with curious uncertainty, but neither of the mares ahead seemed to share her confusion- she wondered if either had been to World’s Edge before now. It occurred to her, vaguely, that Aurelia must have graced these parts at one point or another, because this was her preferred location to bury her bonded. She presumed gullibly, that that meant the youngest held favourable relations with the herd who now dwelt here.
She could never have imagined the real truth of the matter, and though maybe it would not have surprised her terribly, it would send her blood cold.
The gold-flaked mare whispered something incomprehensible before starting forward again. Africa carried on obliviously as they passed by the thick musk lining the boundary, lost in the tangle of her thoughts. Silas rested snug against the groove of her naked back, she had asked him to stay close; this business unsettled her, forced her to realise her dependency upon the bond they shared, and he obliged delicately.
Rasta spoke at last. The dappled mare had not realised how sombre the silence had grown until even the soft brush of her flaxen haired friend’s voice shattered it. Long charcoal-tinged ears lifted from their bed of fire to listen, and her vacant gaze focused finally. She wondered quietly as she gazed around them, if perhaps Nasreen or Resplendence might find them, and smiled faintly for the sake of those warm hearts she had not seen for so long.