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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.
It was odd flying like this. He had spent quite a few hours piecing together his costume of owl feathers, and had woven the soft feathers into his own. While it made him look mismatched(soft browns against harsh black and gold), it would provide his costume and a purpose. Owls flew silently, and silence is what he would need. He tossed his head, the owl mask carved from wood disguising his face. The mask was slightly irritating, but he had sanded it down as much as he could so it wouldn't distract him during the battle.
Battle. The very word had him exhilarated, eager for the sport that he had so long neglected. Nothing riled his spirits more, fighting was like flying in a typhoon; wild, unpredictable and savage. The thought of clashing with another equine sent his eyes rolling, and nostrils flaring, he could hardly contain his eagerness within his lean frame, slender legs trembling with a mix of nerves and the thrill of anticipation.
Before he knew it, the fighting ground was beneath him. And far below...was his opponent. A wild, wicked grin curled the black's lips as he gained a few more feet in altitude, then tucked his wings in and plummeted, the feathers muffling, but not completely muting the piercing whistle from his falcon-like wings. His plan was simple, to dive down with just enough momentum on his opponent that he could grasp their mane in his teeth and hit them with his weight to send them to the ground. Of course, that would be in a perfect world. He had no guarantees this plan would work, the feathers could fall out or his opponent could notice his shadow. He tried his best to keep himself angled with the sun so that his shadow was cast within the shadows of the trees surrounding the meadow. But the element of surprise was his best bet, especially when a glance down revealed that his opponent was stocker than he; more low to the ground.
Without hesitation, Bucephalus flung himself into a steep dive, the shrill whistle of his wings cutting through the air muffled by the owl feathers, although not completely silent. Quickly his opponent's form loomed, and he spread his wings just enough to catch the air and control his dive. He had to strike just right. Calculating his speed and the force behind it, he dumped the air out of his wings mere feet from her, wings fully outstretched. Long neck stretching out, the stallion went to sieze the base of her mane in his teeth. He had judged her weight when he saw her, and made measures accounting for it. With a sharp adjustment of wings he twisted his body above her back, angling himself so that if he could snag his teeth into her mane, he would hopefully hit her with not just the force of his dive, but all of his weight thrown behind it as well.
@[Roskuld]
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Bucephalus
Art done by me
Table by Tamme<3
Feel free to tag Buce in any posts; permission is given for force against him provided it doesn't kill or permanently maim him(ask about the latter)
….no, but it was great, see, because I wasn’t even aware it was a tournament. That’s the best part, right? Like...all they really did was tell me to dress up and that there’d be free hoarse-doovrehs, which is like tiny foods (other than grass, since I guess there’s really great stuff out there to eat that I can’t find in some forest clearing somewhere). Which was good enough reason for me, so I told Pa about it and he kinda rolled his eyes but he pulled out this really long yellow piece of something (he called it his “tape-measure”, whatever the hell THAT is) and some things sparked and hissed and suddenly I was wearing these threads and it was--
--pretty much--
--the greatest--
--shit.
You don’t even know, man! Like, I put on that coat and I was just--like--
--a shooting star leaping through the skies, dude.
I don’t even talk like that, but this thing I was wearing (Pa called it a jacket I guess?) was giving me all these ideas, all these phrases in my mouth and all this ENERGY and I was gonna go, go, go and there was no stopping me. You couldn’t even try. I was floating around in ecstasy and at that moment, that night, I was gonna have myself a good time whether you liked it or not so stuff it.
And it could’ve been ruined by this surprise-ass attack from above, something huge and blackish-goldish and feathery just falling out of nowhere with no warning other than a flutter of the faintest shadow--but, see, that’s the coolest part! I’m all about fights ‘n shit! It was almost as though the jacket knew, y’know? As though the only way it could improve on this night was to throw a brawl somewhere in there, and it just falls out of the sky, like some present or whatever. Hell yeah, hoarse-doovrehs and a fight? Bring it.
So, um….jeez I can’t even remember what I was saying. That’s how wired this jacket’s got me.
OH YEAH so it swoops in out of nowhere, right? And the adrenaline grips me and I try to run out from underneath...whatever was coming right for me. But I wasn’t fast enough, and something chomped down on my ass really hard and this huge weight settled on my butt and damn-near threw it on the ground. My croup stung from the bite( I think it was a bite?) and the muscles in my back spasmed, strained by the huge thing that was dragging it down and my efforts to get the hell out of there. With quick, powerful lunge, I launched myself out of the hold--and, as soon as my legs and my thighs broke free from the confines of the thing, I just commenced to kicking some hardcore ass. No, literally, I just started kicking like crazy, my back hooves lashing out as fast as I could throw them, once, twice in quick succession, hoping I would hit something before my momentum forced me to keep running.
I bolted forward, away from the thing-- sidestepping my ass towards my right so I could twist my body and still travel away from my surprise opponent but see their ass, too, and maybe throw in my own punches once I got a good look at ‘em.
Summary: Tries to run out from underneath Bucephalus's attack, but is too slow to dodge and is bitten on her croup instead of her mane. Back half of her body is partially crushed under Buce's weight; she wiggles free, aiming two swift kicks behind her in an attempt at striking Buce as soon as she's able. Continues to travel forward, twisting the back half of her body to the right (her left shoulder turning towards Buce) while sidestepping in order to face Buce head-on and prepare another attack. ]
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Like stars burning holes right through the dark
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