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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 moon shone calmly on ivory fur, lighting it up like a ghost as one filly gazed with glowing orbs. The other seemed dark as shadows with chocolate eyes, glowing, directed at the ghostly stallion. "What do you want?" Steady words were uttered out of the taut warrior's lips, gazing at the two familiar girls. "You don't remember us, big brother?" The smaller, pale filly spoke with a saddened tone, her vocals softened. "How dare", the other one hissed with hatred and hurt, present in her brash voice. "Willow...Leila...I love you both, but I left for...for the best", did he really?
The vision vanished as sunlight streamed through leaves awakening him that day. Since then the warrior was bothered, hearing their words replay and grasping the dull pain of leaving them back in his old lands. But they should be happy, under the safety of their parents. Sighing and flipping a strand of bicolor hair out of his eyes, Arrane slowly continued his leisurely walk, getting out of the Threshold and Foothills area. It wasn't that he minded being with a herd--of course not, he loved them with his life--but, it was nice to be free every so often and explore the wilds, keeping to himself, or even meeting new horses.
The day was gloomy, gray clouds overhead and an impending storm, but Arrane wouldn't mind much if he got a little bit wet. After all, it was just water. The grass whispered ominously as it swayed in the wind, a dark foreshadow of what would happen next.
The lithe cremello body thrashed as she slept. The dream mare was grazing in the Heavenly fields enjoying the warm sun on her back. Suddenly her skin felt like it was crawling, her pelt prickling with fear. Her head flew up her mane teal streaked forelock whipping around her face, from a sudden intense wind. Her instincts were screaming at her to run, and she was not about to argue. Her legs struck out at the ground hooves pounding, her tail flying behind her. She turned her head white rimmed eyes taking in the terrible sight behind her. Darkness was moving swiftly towards her encasing everything in a terrible darkness. She through all she had into her body stretching herself to the max. It was futile there was no way she could out run the fear, the dark. Falling she was falling, to her death.
Then she was awake sweat lacing her body her sides heaving as if she really had been running. Lifting her body from the ground she decided to walk to the fields to check and see. See what, she had no idea, but she had to go. She moved slowly her legs shaking slightly brain buzzing. A little while later she reached the field her honey brown eyes gazing around her. It all looked the same, besides the white stallion. She cast a weary glance at the cloudy sky, a storm was coming, but she didn't mind the rain. At this point she would welcome it to wash the dried sweat from her body.
She let a welcoming whinny bubble from her lunges before trotting over to him. She smiled warmly at her heard mate, Arrane. "What are you doing up here?" She dipped her head in greeting slowing to a halt in front of the handsome alabaster Arabian stallion. She stretched her neck out attempting to touch his shoulder her ears pricked forward.
A friendly nicker broke him out of his intense thoughts, averting his gaze to the beautiful cremello mare. He recognized her as his herd mate, Parelia, the quiet fae he had met once in the Foothills. "I need to take a break of being so much around the Threshold and Foothills", deep chuckles emitted from his chest. Running towards the pegasus, ears pricked forward and jovial cyan eyes, he felt her nuzzle touch his shoulder.
Craning his head towards her, he gently prodded her neck with a bright smile. The wind blew quickly down upon them, and a slight frown played upon his lips. A storm was now approaching. "Now, my question...What brings you out here, Miss Parelia", blinking once, the grass around them started billowing. Maybe it was just an impending storm, just presenting gales of wind.
But something worse was on way. Something that Arrane couldn't comprehend at the moment. But a darkness was approaching. Somewhere and quickly, it was dawning upon the land of Helovia, casting a new sense of heavy dread upon the white stallion. Breaking out of the amiable embrace with Parelia, he faced her with a serious face. "Something isn't right", a whisper sounded from velvety lips as he faced the sky with a forlorn look.
Averting blue eyes back to Parelia's orbs, he scanned her body momentarily, realizing small traces of wounds from some sort of fight. Sweat caked her lithe form, and a frown now masked his face. "Did something happen, Parelia?" Noting these scars that weren't present before, Arrane became concerned. Nervous, concerned, troubled. The warrior male was now acting out of character.