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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.
As Isopia looked at the list of matches, finding her name with the word for a feeling of dizziness or being off balance, and wondered briefly if this was some sort of joke, or nudge at just how awkward Isopia had become. Babel, her golden dragon, was running around trying to catch a mouse and couldn't care less about what name was next to Isopia's on the board. Hubris however, trying to be helpful, patted her neck and crooned reassurances softly into her mind. Alright then, she thought to herself with a sigh, casting her golden gaze around.
"Vertigo?" She called out, scanning those mulling around her, waiting to see a look of recognition spread across one of their faces. The demi-goddess knew that she was looking for a man (or so the board said), but past that, she had no indicators about who it was she was paired with.
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Her head ached. God, did it pound relentlessly. “Damn, winged bi...” her words were halted by a groan of pain. Her feathered hooves stumbled back towards the bonfire and where everyone else still mingled. She'd been foolish. Too trusting. Those apples had been too delicious. Vertigo was too young and naive. There were too many factors at play in this situation. Another groan, her sapphire eyes squeezing shut.
The fire light had grown brighter, despite the fact that the fire itself had seemingly died some. The draft halted a bit away from the crowd, not really eager to have the echo of voices rattling her aching head. “Vertigo?” The maiden allowed her eyes to open slightly, just enough for her to get a blurry view of the world around her.
“Just my damn luck....” Another one. The normally quiet and reserved mare had been burned a matter of hours ago by a flying equine. What were the odds that this one would be kinder? Shaking her antlered head, the female couldn't help but be kind enough to step forward. Damn her manners and sweet nature. Well...on good days anyways.
“You rang?” Her voice was gruff and her discomfort was obvious. The two toned mare shifted uncomfortably from one hoof to another. Watching the winged beast with narrowed, untrusting eyes.
"Talk."
Vertigo
I rage against the trials of love
I curse the fading of the light
Isopia, who'd never been regarded as any sort of predator, never really encountered racism (except as an intellectual exercise), and who known by most Helovian's simply because of who her father was, took in her partner's stance and greeting with something like amused interest. Do you hate me, Isopia wondered silently, marvelling that someone could judge her so quickly and seem to want to dismiss her out of hand.
"I did. We're together." Isopia said, looking at the chromatic mare with academically sterile golden eyes. Isopia's wings were tucked against her flanks, below the billowing red cloth. Two dragons sat upon her back, one gold and one bronze, both peering forward curiously. "I am called The Mountain that Knows." Isopia said, knowing that she ought to introduce herself, and feeling compelled to continue to try and be polite and normal.
"Shall we?" Isopia looked towards the water's edge where it was slightly less crowded. She didn't fancy the idea of staying among those who were still mulling about; not because she wanted any sort of intimacy with this mare, but because she hated crowds.
Vertigo huffed slightly at the mare's response, flattening her ears against her skull. The Mountain that Knows? What kind of name was that? Ve tilted her head slightly, her brain not ready to process thoughts rationally. “And what, exactly, is it that you're supposed to know?” She normally wasn't one to question, wasn't normally one to be this snappy and rude. But she was hurt. She'd trusted someone after everything she'd been through and was rewarded with hatred.
So, in typical youngster fashion, Vertigo dished out what she was given. Why be kind to creatures who weren't kind to her? She was tired of being the butt of everyone's jokes. Granted, that could very well be the alcohol talking, but Ve didn't care at the moment.
At the mare's inquiry to move to a more secluded place, the Draft snorted and took a step backwards. Sapphire eyes looked from the water's edge to the winged mare and back again. They would still be within sight of everyone....
Vertigo looked around her, noticing that, honestly, everyone was more involved in their own meetings than to care what was happening around them. Besides, the buzzing of many voices was starting to hurt her head. More so than it already did anyways. Grunting, she gave a small nod, taking it upon herself to lead the way. She didn't care if this mare and her dragon companions followed or not. The painted female halted at the water's edge, watching silently as it lapped at the sand. She made no movement to make conversation or even glance around to see if the Pegasus had, indeed, followed.
If she wanted to talk she would have to make that move herself.
"Talk."
Vertigo
I rage against the trials of love
I curse the fading of the light
In all of her years, Isopia had never been asked that question before, and it would have made her feel like smiling in amazement, impressed with this mare, had the large draft not turned her attention to the water's edge. The demigoddess, not particularly apt at reading body language, didn't pick up on whatever coldness might have been falling off of the horned woman, and instead, Isopia opted silently to follow her. As she moved steadily behind, she thought about what an appropriate answer to the question she had asked might be.
What was it that she was supposed to know?
"Things others don't." She answered, halting a few feet away from Vertigo and look out across the water. Bugs skimmed along the surface and for a moment Isopia thought about conjuring up a watery fish to eat them, but decided against it.
"You don't seem...as though you are enjoying this process." She noted with academic pointedness. "Why did you sign up?"
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Ve glanced at the winged mare, unimpressed with her answer. Things other didn't know? With a snort, the Draft returned her attention to the water before her. Her reflection stared back at her, the female's obvious unhappiness written all over her face. This was very much unlike her. Her head ached, her heart hurt. Why? Why was she always treated this way?
She doubted this 'mountain' of a mare knew the answer to that question.
As Isopia spoke again, Vertigo's head snapped up. She craned her thick neck around and looked accusingly at the other being. “I WAS enjoying myself, a little too much apparently.” With a snort, her sapphire eyes returned their gazing upon the water's surface. Too trusting, she was. It served her right, she guessed.
Shaking her large head, Ve knew that wasn't true. She would forever be kind, no matter what was said to her. Sure, it hurt. Words were not as soft of a blow as some would think. In some ways, Ve would much rather a physical blow than the verbal one. She sighed heavily, her body drooping slightly with the action. The Shire's eyes became sad as she returned her view upon the pale mare. “I'm sorry....You're right. I'm usually not like this....”
She tries a smile, but it's unsuccessful. She ends up wincing at the pain shooting up her skull, the alcohol-induced headache still ringing strong. “My last meeting wasn't so kind, I'm afraid. Brought back some unwanted memories.” Another sigh. “I just wanted to make friends....”
"Talk."
Vertigo
I rage against the trials of love
I curse the fading of the light
The mare's words don't make a ton of sense to Isopia. It was as if the unicorn was speaking more to herself, than to Iso, for she didn't bother to describe how she had been enjoying herself to an extreme, and why she sounded so sour about it. But as Isopia often did, she refrained from asking more details.
"I can understand unwanted memories." Isopia offered with a nod of her head. It was perhaps the one sort of thing she could empathize with. So much was beyond her emotional range, but memories...memories she knew about. "Once I had all my memories of someone entirely removed...I have them back now...but at the time having them gone was the only thing that helped." Not normally this forthcoming with personal information, Isopia too directed her golden gaze towards the water. It was much easier to look at the sunlight dancing across the surface than to look back at the mare to whom she'd told a fact about herself that almost no one else knew.