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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.
The sun was just rising above the horizon, but I am already up and moving. We have been blessed by our patron God... Or maybe all the Gods as one. We had until the end of TallSun, to build as much as we could. I also found, that I can create things of metal as well.
Today, as the season is drawing to a close I move for the fires I pray at normally every morning. I will admit, since gaining the position I have fallen down on so many of my duties. It pains me that I have failed the God of the Sun, at least I feel as if I have. It does not take me long to arrive at the fire. I sleep close to the fire just in case My Lord calls for me in the middle of the night. With a sigh I look around. How do I even begin this task? Golden eyes look around to see if anyone else was awake this early. I would need help clearing a place before I could even begin. How do I even do this? My mind spins as I try to understand my new found magic.
I focus, trying to find any metal that I could use under the ground. Surely that would be a good place to start before I bend it into place. I also need a clear place to move all the metal into place. Oh how I hope someone else will be awake soon to help. I can't do this all on my own.. But I can try.
"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."
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Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Amani at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
I like the feeling of dawn. Everything is hushed, and quiet and fresh. There is potential for the day. As the Sun pushes away the shadows, I too feel a sense of lightening. As if my troubles might be bled away by the light of our deity as easily as the dark is. Taking a deep breath, I rise from where I had been laying and move towards the fire. I've always been called here ... I know that Cera is a crafter, and deep inside, I wonder if I too can be like him. I know Father would prefer me to take more interest in the warriors, and perhaps one day I will, but for now the way the paint can sing metal into creation strikes a chord deep within me.
Will he be at the fire today? Time will tell.
I canter easily across the bloody sands, and as the roaring glow of our Seers fire comes into view I see a paint, but not the one I had been expecting. Amani. We had patrolled together before, hadn't we? I was sure that we had. Nevertheless, I knew the mare. Not well, but I had seen her at heard meetings and whatnot. I moved easily towards her, my graying coat appearing stained with red as the light from my burning wings cast a display of light against my flanks. Nearing her, I slowed my pace, as a smile crossed my features.
"Amani!" I called out pleasantly, a warm smile on my lips. Suddenly, a thought struck me. There had been so much activity lately surrounding Bucephalus and Cera .. The Sun God had blessed them with unlimited resources for this month. In the back of my mind I recall Father granting Amani this gift as well. Was she going to make something too? Would I be able to watch? Excitement bubbled up within my chest as I voiced these thoughts: "Are you here to make something? Can I watch?" My boyish tones are confident as I look up at her with bright eyes.
03-29-2015, 01:47 PM (This post was last modified: 03-29-2015, 02:50 PM by Maren.)
Maren
. . . so i go growing roses in the disarray.
At last; desert lands rose into her view once again. Maren had walked - but then her legs slowly transitioned into an outstretched trot, feeling herself glide over the solid rocks like an eagle through the sky. With her golden flames of eyes she took in the setting along with a breath, her upwards spread wings contently baking in the summer Sun. On her left stretched the oasis, water reflecting the skies colors - while on her right the unruly ocean gleamed in the sunlight with its forever dark green and blue taints. The colors were, however, tainted by the golden dust that the winds fanned over the island. Home.
With her re-found sanity she felt that something was missing; A Church for the Sun, perhaps. So the tigermare raced forward, towards the diviner's fire, because somehow she didn't feel lonely in these thoughts.
And she wasn't wrong; two other creatures had gathered at the exact spot that would be perfect to build a church. Coincidentally! Maren recognized Amani alongside the black colt. With a happy smile on her face she joined the two. "Good morning Amani" she smiled, for they had barely met. Her glance shoved to the pegasus youth. "Good morning kid!" Then she just randomly started shoving rocks aside at the place she thought was perfect, assuming the God had put the same ideas in all of their heads. "My name is Maren, in case you don't know. I am the Disciple of the Sun." Whistling a random tune she continued her cleaning of the construction site.
I turn at the sound of a familiar voice. Ah it was Rhoa! We had patroled together not long ago. I have to admit, I was glad to see him. At least I wouldn't be stumbling through this all on my own. "Good morning Rhoa!" I smile, glad to see the colt who was close to my own age. My smile only faulters slightly as he asks if I am about to create something. I nod quietly. "I am. I'm trying to figure out where to begin at the moment. This will be the church once we are all done. Of couse you are welcome to watch." I beem proudly, glad to make something that will glorify our God.
I start to turn back, when another voice reaches my ears. I smile, glad to see that Maren is also up and awake. From what I understood, the church was her idea. "Good morning Maren!" She seems to set right in, clearing a place for the church. I guess while she clears I will begin to pull the metal needed. I focus, trying to feel deep in the ground for any metal close by. When I find some, I begin to pull it up through the ground. It's harder work than I imagined. I have to stop a few times, as the metal is deep down in the earth. At long last, it reaches the surface. I heave it into a pile to work with later. I sigh, already growing tired when the job was not anywhere near completed. I close my eyes, already feeling down in the ground for more metal. This was going to be a long day, I can only hope we finish it in time.
"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."
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Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Amani at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
A church? I am mistified, and my sea-green gaze sparkles with awe and wonder. It seemed like such a magical thing to have. Father is always training and Mother was concerned with the academy, but never before had anyone placed any real stock in having a place of worship. We had the fire, and our diviner - like Amani - so what need did the rest of us have with such things?
The thought of being able to speak with the Sun God in a place of worship delighted my youthful mind. Oh the possibilities! I was about to ask her to elaborate when a foreign mare arrived. I think my mouth fell open, but I can't really say for sure. All I knew in that moment was that I was completely enthralled in her appearance. Maren appeared so entirely foreign, but somehow miraculously simple as well. Her coat appeared subtle but exotic, some unnameable blending of colours. I think what ultimately drew me in - and don't jump ahead of me here because I know what you're going to think. You think it was her wings that I thought were so captivating, but you would be wrong.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
It was her voice.
I have learned to speak the language of Father's people. I have learned the guttural sounds, and how to make noise from the back of my throat. It wasn't easy and it certainly doesn't sound as nice as when Father speaks, but I think I have it down. But his language ... it's so harsh. It sounds angry even when it's loving; nothing like Maren.
And her name! How she says her name! It sounds so romantic, the way the words roll off of her tongue, like tiny acrobats.
As I said, I don't know if my jaw fell open, but it must have, for I heard my teeth click together as my brain started working again. Kid. I felt blood rush to my cheeks. Was that all I was? A kid? Disappointment washed over me, but I would not be deterred. If she was here to help with the church, then I was certainly sticking around.
I began to stammer a hello - "H-hi..-" but she was already off to work.
Taking cues from both Amani and Maren I began to clear away the Earth, sneaking a few hesitant gazes towards the tiger-mare as I tried to rush through the work.
03-29-2015, 02:49 PM (This post was last modified: 03-29-2015, 02:52 PM by Maren.)
Maren
. . . so i go growing roses in the disarray.
50 shades of orange surrounded her as the tigermare moved rock after rock, sometimes pulling them on the top of her head and bringing them to the other side, to then throw them on the growing pile. Leaving an orange layer of dust on the top of her head, for Maren hold the rock steady with her wings, proving their purpose once again. Still, they always shied away more easily when in the presence of real pegasi - who bore real wings; wings that fullfilled their original purpose... And even in what she was doing now, having bigger wings would have made this job quicker. As sweat dripped down her striped body, she let out a deep breath while flapping her wings to cool off her hot coat. Her gaze quickly turned to the others. Amani had been working hard, pulling out the metals from the soils of the earth. As the desert was less fertile than soil that hold more organic minerals, it must be a hard job indeed. But not impossible, and she was proving that by her good work.
Smiling, the tigermare moved her analyzing gaze to the black colt. He had thrown some suspicious gazes - with an expression she couldn't really... grasp. Spontaneously she strolled over to the slaving colt, then moved her head close to his, just to make sure he wasn't heating up. She did not want him fainting with that dark hide of his, after all, for she wasn't particularly waiting on any casualties while building a church. "Are you all right?" She asked with a slight concern in the gold of her eyes, meanwhile using her own pearl white wings to fan refreshing winds into his face, hoping it would cool him down a bit. But this needed to happen, and he seemed old enough to be able to know if the Sun was to much for him or not. So the tigermare pulled up her head once again and turned her body in the direction where there were more rocks waiting to be moved. "You want to help me move these rocks?" The mare spoke into the air as she got back to work. With ease she got a new rock on the top of her head, holding it steady with her feathered heads. Then she shot his black wings a glance. "Your wings can hold much more than mine, after all." Maren had, however, already put some rocks on the ground for Amani to mark where the metal pillars were supposed to go. When the frame was done, the flanks of the build would come later.