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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.
Some stones within the desert rose up to tear at the sky's belly like giants' fingernails, glaring down on the inhabitants of the desert that lacked wings, holding a laugh in how puny they were compared to solid earth. Vines twisted themselves about their bodies, adding more to the scene of destruction that she'd have to make for the arrival of the decorations. The daylight devours the blue light rising from her horn before it touches the wall.
She cranes her head about and twists her neck to uncomfortable positions in hope that someone else had come to assist her in the task. What was the name again? Voodoo? No image of whoever Voodoo is crosses her mind while she recalls it over multiple times. They existed inside of her growing family, at least. With them, she didn't mind having her name recalled in their thoughts, but in private where she was not of common knowledge, as of free of the desert's arms, it was better not for it to be known.
There is nothing to the horizon but sea and land only to the north with nothing rising out of the distant abysses. A sense of emptiness clots her. She breathes it out with a sigh, ears falling into a relaxed position. Instinctively, she checks for thorns along the vines, extending a velvet nose to the growth and brushing them against. Coming away free, her teeth come into final play, grasping hold and tearing away with a sharp yank of her head to the opposite side. Snaps ignite as it gives way to her. They fall before her keratin hooves and rest in their misery as she goes for another kill. The use of her flame and horn would of been quicker, but the misuse of the flame was troublesome. What if she was to use the light too much and it faded from her forever, taken in the night due to greed as of it's abilities.
Internally, she curses herself at the idea of having to use it reach the upper parts, or maybe Voodoo would be a Pegasus and could reach the places that escaped her reach.
OOC: Clearing away vegetation from the limestone deposits for the festival. Anyone who wishes to help is welcome.
@[Voodoo]
someday you'll see me buried in a fresh blanket of snow when we've grown very old
darkheart9595, lyotta & larfsalot @deviantart
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
Lean legs carry an equally built body along the sand in a hurry, Ouija making awful noises in your head as she still struggles to get the hang of simple words. Your patience is wearing, and even though the love for the white fox is unyielding, you can't help but grumble as she begs for your attention. 'Raa-wks.' You nod your long face, ears tipped back as the small creature stretches and digs her barely rounded claws into your flesh along your withers. "Rock." You emphasize, slightly drawing the "o", trying hard to remain calm with the toddler-size kit.
'Blue!' Yes, she has learned her colors, but she still pronounces them with trouble. Blue? Oh, that is what's blue. A soft gold colored woman seems focused on the stones, the dim light surrounding her horn dancing off of the earthy toned rocks while she nibbles at what seems to be vines. She must another herd members you're supposed to be helping. "Sorry for the wait." you call as softly as your raspy voice allows. Long stride brings you along side the woman who looks to be in foal, thick, curly tail arched slightly while you stop to her right. Something about the young woman strikes an old familiar flame in black and white memories, but you leave it off to having noticed her in a meeting or somewhere in the boundaries of home.
"I em- I'm Voodoo. This's Ouija." Big black eyes peer up from the tangled mess of hair along your neck, dark lips curving into a canine smile while a pink tongue pokes out between bright teeth. On your dark back, the heat almost feels like it could belong to the morning of Tallsun. The idea of fair weather after a difficult Frostfall is one to make anyone happy. The mare, only slightly smaller than yourself, is young; dull eyes glance at her swollen belly with slight concern washing behind the glossed layer. Unable to judge her misfortune (or, possibly, it was planned?), you cast your eyes down at the never ending glob of vines and weeds.
"Voodoo." 'Ouija.''Voices'
@[Sikeax] Sorry for the wait!
Agh, don't forget that he's a grulla and not black. <3
I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends
They're in my head