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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.
She smelled the blood. It ran, hot and pungent, from his face where the sharpened edge along the bridge of her helm bit into the skin as her head butted up against the stranger. It became a thick red line in the center that trickled tributaries down the sides, dripping into the gaps for her eyes and down onto her muzzle where she could taste the coppery victory. It was savage, it was violent, and at this moment it felt so damn good. There had been a part of her that was being kept locked away during her days as Sultana, something she had needed as a warrior but got in the way diplomacy; it purred to be let out again. This is who you are… who you were always meant to be.
She felt him yank himself back, almost as the steel around her head heated in the fire from what she might have thought a mere ornamentation. She pulled back to, shying her head away from fire and letting out a heated growl. Fire was supposed to be the weapon of The Sun, of the Dragon’s Throat, and it grated her pride in both to have it used against her.
The words he spoke only provoked more outrage. “…equines who have not been favored… your kind…” Is that why he thought she had come to he healer’s aid? The idiot! How dare he try and bring her down to a battle between races. This was about herds, about family! Even if Morrigan hod not been instrumental in keeping her alive once, she would still have risen in her defense; Megaera was the Sultana of Dragon’s Throat, it was her goddamned JOB!
The bi-eyed cretin moved quickly to his right (her left…she HATED opponent being on her left!) and she tried to pivot with him. She yanked back her wings, trying to tuck them safely out of his reach and onto her back but he had moved to quickly and his teeth caught a mouthful of feathers before Megaera managed to get it clear, but she was still yanking and the grip of his teeth ripped three of the secondaries from their places. “AHHH!! You miserable BASTARD!” She bit through the pain with an angry yell and eyed him with provoked savagery. “You think this is about wings or horns?! You obviously don't know where the fuck you ARE!”
She laughed at him, shoving up on hind legs to strike her fast front hooves toward the flesh of his neck and chest (and if his face took another blow, well, hey, all the better, but he was taller than she). “This is about what is mine!” she punctuated the word with a blow. “I am MEGAERA! SUNSPEAR AND SULTANA OF THE DRAGON’S THOAT!! DON’T. YOU. EVER. PRESUME. TO. TARGET. MY. FAMILY. AGAIN.” Each word of her last sentence rung through the air as she bellowed them, and each has paid with an attempted assault on the stallion with her flying hooves.
"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong.
No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first.
And is waiting for it."
-Terry Pratchett
“AHHH!! You miserable BASTARD!” Oultik's eyes creased with mirth and a smile, normally straight, was tipped crooked by wicked amusement. How unoriginal she was. Bless her. “You think this is about wings or horns?! You obviously don't know where the fuck you ARE!” Oh, but it did not matter where he was. Oultik was just another shallow man. "Nor--does-- it--- fucking--- matter." His darkly mottled lip curled at uttering the oafish word. As rugged as he was around the edges Oultik found swear words to be distasteful. There were more eloquent ways of voicing displeasure; words spoken should be planned more carefully planned. Even more so than actions. Contrary to popular belief Oultik thought words to be louder than actions. Actions are sometimes unable to be fully realized but words are realized the moment that they are voiced.
“This is about what is mine!” Oultik harumphed at her and smirked, calm in the face of her anger. "I do not believe that she is yours." Surely even pegasi kind had put themselves morally above keeping slaves. “I am MEGAERA! SUNSPEAR AND SULTANA OF THE DRAGON’S THOAT!! DON’T. YOU. EVER. PRESUME. TO. TARGET. MY. FAMILY. AGAIN.” "What a mouthful." Oultik was unimpressed. He looked at her with an easily lidded gaze that belonged more to a man who gazed upon an insect; an insect with a small dose of poison in its possession. One only slightly worth his time.
Even as her hooves reached out to him Oultik smirked. He needed her. Oultik needed her in a way that made his sensibilities flinch away. The man needed her to refuel his hatred towards pegasi. To be filled with such hate was exhausting. At times it was as though the hatred consumed itself and faded; leaving Oultik no more than another lost soul. It was his hate that provided Oultik with purpose. To lose that would leave him with not knowing how to live. To him Megaera was only another winged one that he goaded into stoking his fires.
"Enough." Oultik struck his foreleg out at the bay pegasus "We have nothing more to gain from one another." Oultik eyed the mare with unconcealed disdain. "I will leave that mare alone." He said it as though he was doing her a favor and not as if he had just lost a fight. "But take to the sky bird, I will not turn my back to you to walk away." Nor did he wish for her to see that he would limp away.