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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.
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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.
get up, get out, get away from these liars
'cause they don't get your soul
or your fire
The last day of Orangemoon was not far when Mesec finally arrived in the Secret Grove, the one land that he had been meaning to visit for the entirety of the season but that he had failed to get to. He was supposed to patrol here and he had been caught up in so many other things. One of those things clung to his back now, nested comfortably in the feathers and bits of hair that he had collected to make a small nest for the tiny little bird. Tiny now, he wondered just how big the baby bird was going to get. The zephyrs that he had seen so far ranged widely in how large they were. Would the four winged royal grow into something magnificent? Beautiful?
Right now, all it was nothing more than a mess of down feathers and the need to chirp every time it saw Mesec. For now, though, the bird was asleep - he hoped. He had decided not to fly across Helovia for fear of it dropping off, and teleporting seemed less dangerous but with enough potential for mishaps that Mesec thought it would be best to just walk. So he had arrived late to the Grove but he didn’t mind - the lengthy trip meant he could avoid being back in the Throat for a little while longer and, hopefully, avoid Ampere a little while longer as well.
It was too late now to give back the gift he had been received and he had to admit, although there was a small flicker of guilt, the idea to turn away at the sight of the egg had not been in his mind nor had that changed when the little chick had hatched.
And now, their bond feeling stronger every moment, Mesec knew there was no turning back. He would see this through - he would not fail in this task.
It was early morning as they arrived and as Mesec wandered slowly along the shore of the small lake, he realized how funny it was to think of himself in a pair. Suddenly all his thoughts were pluralized and it could be like this for the rest of his life. He was part of a they. A very new pair, but a pair nonetheless. He wished now that he had asked more questions of Roskuld when he had come across her and Chico for the first time, or any of his other friends with companions. With luck, Mesec would get the chance to ask all those questions soon.
For now, the sleeping chick hidden among the feathers of his large black wings, the horned demigod walked peacefully through the autumn morning mists - silver eyes bright and alert even as his thoughts bounced between dozens of different topics.
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06-20-2015, 11:55 PM (This post was last modified: 06-20-2015, 11:56 PM by Knox.)
He is, for once, himself again.
He has concluded his journey well enough. Out of order, perhaps, maybe skipping one or two places, but close, damn, enough. And he is tired, now--tired of the murder and the intrigue and the lying and deception, and for once he wishes to rest in his own form.
Knox, the hunter, is once again in control. Manhattan trails behind him, dejected and obedient, the perfectly disgruntled companion. Let her master make as many foolish mistakes as he wishes, she will know better than he. She circles him aimlessly, restless, and enters the water in the center of the grove for only moments before leaving it. Let's go, she hisses to her master. She is bored and impatient with Knox; she wants to distract herself, and she wants to hunt. Aren't you the hunter? Manhattan has no time for his emptiness and his upset. Didn't you decide to be a murderer again? Commit.
It isn't that Manhattan wants her master to be a killer once more--it isn't that she wants him to be anything but who he is, which is so rare now with his forms much more often taking over. But now he is Knox, standing tall in his friesian physique and sporting the dappling and glowing white bridle of his ancestry. But if he's going to commit to this blood and gore thing, she at least wants a piece of it: fair and square. They are bonded, and what is his is hers, too. Let the retriever have her share of the spoils.
Manhattan is hungry and bored. She tried, in vain, to catch fish between her black and muddied paws.
Beside her, the hunter stands still and in disbelief. He is broken, unable to accept that this has become his fate. Aylin is gone, his companion despises him, his Goddess has left him, and now... now, coming through the wood, revealed by a parting of the misty veil, is his only friend left in all of Helovia, and he is no longer sure he can trust him.
It's Mesec. Looking for all the world like he is a teardrop of the Moon Goddess himself, the same Goddess who Knox knows has abandoned him. The hunter doesn't know what to do or what to say. He just stands there, legs quivering, heart shaking, mind unsure of itself. Manhattan, having taken note of her bonded's change in mood, looks up at the stallion striding forth. Ah yes, she thinks, her tone obnoxious, her heart unsympathetic, Mesec. She hopes uselessly this will change something in her master's mind, if it, if nothing, can reach his heart.
His voice comes out a rasped whisper, as he calls to the other ("Mesec...") his eyes brimming with hurt. He feels betrayed and abandoned, and yet he has no right, not even to speak the words he does now ("Mesec, is that really you?"). And at the same time, in that same moment, for the first time revealed as himself in this wretched land where he was born, he wants to reach out and touch his friend, to know that the both of them are real.
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[[I screwed up a bit and cause of timelines this has to be in frostfall for Knox, so I'm just... not gonna mention the seasons too much. Sorry for the wait on this, Sarah. @[Mesec]]]