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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.
Summer's heat, a persistent thing even this far north, had finally faded. The seasons shifted with a terrific bang, sunshine and clear skies giving way to cold and snow, seemingly overnight. And with autumn's chilly foreboding of what was yet to come, came a new resolution within the heart of the wanderer who'd been caught out in the first snows.
It was time to go back. Back home? Perhaps he wouldn't call it that, not yet. Perhaps not ever. Nor did where he belonged quite fit. Nevertheless, it was the place he thought of when he stood there with his back to the falling snow and swirling wind, shivering lightly against the renewed cold beneath a coat that was just beginning to grow out. The Basin, with its sprawling lake and hot springs. Where his few acquaintances dwelled. Where Illynx, his token friend with the fearsome temper, lived. He'd had the summer to evade bumping into her, let her irritation with him over his absence from the invasion forces fade. It was time to go back.
So he'd left the steppe, travelling for higher ground further south. For the mountains that were so familiar now, sheltering their secret refuge from the very worst of the weather. And it was why he stood here now, atop the highest point of the narrow path down into the Basin, gazing down at the still waters of the lake. Watching the reflected clouds wander across its surface. A small smile worked its way onto the lean stallion's face as he stood there, a tiny silhouette against the narrow slice of sky between the mountains that guarded the path.
Then he set forth, picking his way down the path with steps that were both careful and sure. He'd gone this way before, enough times that he knew the way. But he didn't doubt the capability of the mountain to throw a few unexpected things in the way. Green eyes alternated between keeping an eye out for loose stones and seeking ahead for signs of life, while he wondered just who he would stumble into first. Would it be a face he'd recognize, or someone newly recruited to the 'cause'?
It was with some surprise that the lanky stud descended the path into the Basin unchallenged. Emerald eyes cast about wonderingly. No soliders? No curious citizens? Was everyone asleep, or was it that obvious that he was a member of the herd? He wouldn't have thought as much, since he could barely put name to face of a handful of horses here.
Strange, he mused, striding deeper into Basin territory. Patrols must be slacking if no one approaches an unknown horse, unicorn or otherwise, walking into the Basin. "For all they know, I could be a SPY." He called this out in an overly loud tone, exasperated irritation ringing clear in his voice. To give any potential listeners a chance to show up, he stopped again. But already Ruka was deciding to report this lack to Illynx, and let the soldiers make all their excuses to her as to why a patrol wasn't about to stop a barely known unicorn who hadn't been even in the herd land the last season from simply waltzing into the herd.
A foreign scent was carried on the wind, an intruder. Without even a second thought, the Blood Prince moved from his cave at a gallop. Who dared to simply enter in at their leisure? Was It a filthy hornless? Or a monstrous skyrat? If it were either they would be meeting they would very soon learn what happened to the outsiders who intruded upon the sacred ground of the crowned. Their skulls would be bashed onto the icy ground, and their blood would stain the pure white snow, they would witness the hot temper of the Blood Prince, and they soon would witness why he had earned such a title.
A voice broke through the silence. Was that exasperation? Did this fool intrude and have the gall to mock the Basin? This only spurned Déodat’s temper even more. Unlike many, he wouldn’t let his rage blind him into foolish action, his thoughts were as clear a sunny morning. When the intruder came into view the pathetic sight just made his stomach churn. A mere wisp of a stallion came and taunted. Did he even value his life? Of course, it wouldn’t be right to underestimate the intruder. At least it was one of the ones blessed with a horn, instead of one of the filth that lay outside of their doorstep.
“Who the hell are you?,” Déodat snarled, “I will give you thirty seconds to explain before I grind your bones into dust, you disrespectful little tick. And if you’re one of us, then I would expect better behavior and respect towards the members of you own herd. Instead you waltz in her mocking and making joke of this place. I hope for your sake your under the protection of the Basin, because I don't take kindly to scrawny idiots with big mouths.” The massive frame of the Blood Prince blocked the weakling’s path. Should this imbecile want to continue deeper into the heart of the cold kingdom, he would have to get through the already furious soldier. Why hadn’t the patrols stopped this little flea? Maybe the soldiers of the Basin were complacent, despite the evil that lurked outside their door. This stranger very well could be something wicked the darkness sent, or an outcast seeing what boundaries they could push. No matter how angry he was at the stranger, he felt more fury toward the lack of interception by other soldiers. This would most definitely be brought to one of the rulers, such laziness couldn’t be tolerated.
Even if this stallion was one of their own, he wasn’t going to take any chances. This wasn’t a time that they could risk permitting anyone to enter without being interrogated and intimidated. Hopefully this stallion had the sense to comply with his demands. It was so tempting to disregard his warnings and engage the runt into a fight and make him prove his worth, because a little shit like him wouldn't ever earn the Blood Prince's respect, especially after such a display.
Satisfaction thrummed through the lanky stud when his mocking call is answered by the thunder of hooves, shortly followed by the appearance of one who clearly claimed citizenship of the herdland. Emerald eyes studied the bay stranger who rolled in like an angry cloud, overflowing with harsh words. It was politeness that kept the liver chestnut still and listening to the threats that rolled off an impertinent tongue.
A brow arched and an ear tilted when the taller, more muscular stallion finally ran silent. "Well its about time that someone bothered to get off their ass and confront me." If a horse could be said to stand with hands on hips, that horse would be Ruka, right then. "As a matter of fact I do belong to the Basin, but I'm not entirely sure why I should respect soldiers too dull to stop someone they don't know from getting this far into the territory. And since I spent the summer on the steppe, I most definitely qualify as a stranger to any soldier here, on scent alone. Granted I haven't made myself known, so I expect to be stopped. And for me to get all the way down the mountain and almost to the lake before you come barging up here? Shameful of a group who name themselves soldiers of a herd." His light tenor was simply matter-of-fact, lacking any of the mockery he'd spoken with before. But he couldn't hide the exasperation.
"And if it makes you any happier, my name is Ruka, and have been part of the Basin for several seasons, though I haven't been inclined to take too active a part while I was still considering whether or not I wanted to stay. Now I wonder if I should stay just to help whip your cohorts into shape, I'm sure your training could use the input of someone who was a soldier in an actual army." His tail swept against his hocks as his voice became tinged with quiet amusement. Ruka well knew how skeptical this boulder of a stallion would be at the proclamation of warrior-hood in little old Ruka. It was a point he was well prepared to prove, if necessary. A point that had become a bit of a rough spot in his budding friendship with Illynx, considering past events.