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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.
06-11-2015, 01:59 AM (This post was last modified: 08-26-2015, 09:23 PM by Gull.)
Gull
Dark clouds hang heavy over the wood, and from somewhere within, crows’ caws ring out like an ominous warning. Weary head hangs low as you approach the treeline, only lifting every now and then to survey your surroundings. Though the trees grow thick here, a preliminary scouring of the forest would be much easier by air. However, you’re in no condition for flight. A rasping cough claws its way out of your throat, and blue eyes blink in misery. It appears that Muriel’s murder has taken its toll on you these past few weeks, both emotionally and physically. Once a strong specimen of a stallion in his prime, you have withered rapidly, coughing and wheezing, unable to catch your breath to the point where flight has become an impossibility. Large wings lie uselessly on your back, muscles stiff from disuse: you are a shell of your former self.
Perhaps you should be worried, given that you’d seen it all before. To be too weak for flight was to be too weak to live, but you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t die with the pink mare’s murder still unsolved and her killer roaming these lands. Grief was a funny thing: it dulled even your most primitive instinct of self-preservation, but daily fueled the fires of vengeance. All your remaining energy was poured into one task, and one task alone. You are obsessed, a man on a mission.
Now, you pause as you enter the forest, drawing your head up with painful effort. Ragged breath catches in your throat, and your sides heave even from the simple act, unable to get your breath. You curse under your breath, but even that has now been taken from you it seems. Your voice comes out in a hoarse whisper, and the act of speaking feels like swallowing and regurgitating a swarm of angry bees. Frustrated, you strike out with a hind leg, landing what would have been a solid kick on a dead branch. But in your weakened state, the branch only shudders and you pay the price instead, stumbling forward with the ghost of a scream that only sets your throat on fire anew. Your breaths are shallow and rapid as you steady yourself, doing your best not to lose your mind completely, if only for the sake of your body. Why you?
OOC: Questing, part III!
This was originally set way back in Frostfall, but if your timeline's tricky, I don't care if it plays with his a bit c;
A gentle sigh was emitted my lips. The exhaustion that filled my head swarmed my perception and thoughts like a thick fog. Why did men have to be so difficult? Why did I have to be such a failure? That’s when I realized that I was always going to do what I was born as. A regret. Everything about me was a regret, with my parents, with Calstron. Oh Calstron. I remembered his blood bay pelt hidden beneath silver wings. One of the first pegasi I had seen. I’ll be honest, the experience didn’t leave a good taste in my mouth. He always walked around as if he had been better than me, which he was. It didn’t have anything to do with his species but his rank. Being a prince was a huge deal for them, and me?
I was a lie. I was made to believe I was a forgotten princess, one hidden because I had committed a terrible crime. It all hadn’t been true though, it had been all made up with my purple blood. The mix of blue and red to dishonor me at the sight of me. When he found out, it hadn’t been a good experience. It even caused a miscarriage. The frustration of the whole event was enough to last a lifetime. I was wrong on that account too as I was caught in a spiraling triangle of love between two stags. Who would’ve thought someone so small as I was would be such a huge thorn in so many people’s sides.
That’s when I saw him. Amid the trees, the clouds hung close to the wood making everything dark but I could still make out his shape. He was larger than I, a Pegasus by the looks of it. His wings held the shape of exhaustion or desperation. I watched silently as he attempted to kick a branch, but the attempt was hardly what one would even consider an honest try. I debated whether or not to help him and just as I was about to speak out to him, I paused in the search for things around him. Perhaps this could be my opportunity to put my rank to the test. I was a thief, right? Perhaps I’d have it easy in the attempts to steal something from such an unsuspecting soul. Only time could tell, so I waited. Hidden in the veil of darkness as I waited for my chance.
the dim lit peacocks in the trees are hiding their eyes and their beauty, like me.
09-03-2015, 09:21 PM (This post was last modified: 09-26-2015, 11:07 AM by Gull.)
Gull
Staggering away from the tree, you do not notice the mare who hides in the shadows. The smell of damp evergreen masks her scent, and you cannot hear her footfalls over the sound of your own struggle for air. And so she remains concealed as you limp right past her, watching you with keen eyes like the spy she is. Sucking in ragged breaths, you continue your stumble through the wood, favoring your bruised leg. As you walk, tired hooves shuffle through the blanket of moss and dead pine needles, leaving long, dark gashes in the forest floor—telltale signs of your path. You are easy prey.
Exhausted as you are, you nearly miss the dull glint that glimmers ever so slightly beneath the foliage. It is only when you inadvertently kick it aside that you expose the brass disk and cracking leather cord. The sound of your hoof against the metal brings you to an abrupt halt, and you look around, confused. What was that? Casting your eyes about, you look for the source of the noise. No pebble had that hollow ring to it. Sure enough, it doesn’t take long before you identify the culprit: a medallion, half-buried in the dirt, lies about a foot away from your front hooves. Curious, you inch closer. Though it looks much smaller, it reminds you of the crown you once stole. Ears tilt forward slightly at the idea of a trinket. Perhaps it’s not useful, but it’s pretty. Someone might like it.
Leaning down, you squint your eyes to inspect the amulet. It’s not as elaborate as the crown; in fact, it is a rather crudely hewn circle. Someone has punctured a hole in the middle, and through it runs a leather cord, similar to the one that holds the feathers intact in your mane. Squiggly lines have been carved into the metal; other than that, there is no additional decoration. Not being familiar with runes, you assume that the symbols are merely for aesthetics. It’s a simple piece, but it makes no difference to you. Grunting, you reach down to pick it up.
Promptly, a jolt of static bites your tender nose, and you retreat with a sharp cry of pain. Feeling betrayed, you cast a resentful sideways glance at the amulet, debating whether or not to try again. Is this little disc more trouble than it’s worth?
OOC: Sorry for the slow reply; doing my best to catch up now that finals are done!