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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.
08-08-2015, 03:22 AM (This post was last modified: 08-08-2015, 03:23 AM by Ophelia.)
Ophelia
Are you awake now too?
The sea unfolded from the darkness of a dream, white cresting into foam. White, fluffy kisses washed through the splits of her cloven hooves, receeding seconds later like the touch of a shy lover. Somewhere between time and a dream, she found herself standing, inhaling the scent of childhood on the water's wind, and she did not question the gracious gift of forgetting. Her memories were filled with sugar sand and a world so big with a mind so new, but Isilme was dead, taking her childhood in its shadowy grasp.
Gray clouds obscured the sun, brighter than it should have been given the woolen cloak. Colors drained from the scene, and the murderous hues of her wind-blown locks shed their tones. Desaturated, perhaps how she felt. Wind carried strands of white from her face, tangling around the spiral of her horn, and she stared beyond, facing the horizon and imaging what she would find were she to reach the edge. Would she tumble into the cosmos? Would the hands of god return her to this world?
So much changed, faces drifting like a sly fox in the spring - never staying in one place for long. Yet some stoic behemethos stayed fast, clinging to Helovia or perhaps just to each other. Gaucho was a pillar, a structure around which his children and herd build their foundations. Mauja was a ghost, a shadow of her feelings wearing the same crown as before. Deimos was the darkness, a shadow of the mountains in which he hid. And Torleik? He was... he was a hearth, beckoning her from the comfort of desolation into music and laughter so very foreign.
There she stood fast long enough for life to spring up from their hiding places. Crabs wandered across the surface, birds picked at shells which wriggled in and out of the spongy sand, and she sighed, a half-smiled curving the graceful gray of her lips with contentment. Life was not perfect, but it never would be.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
Yet again the brute found himself finding refuge near the salt waters of the endless blue, with the sand softly grazing the bottom end of darkened pillars as his daggers sifted their way through it. There was little comfort in the rest of the world he had found, and being an outcast it almost gave him a reason to find himself a home within more creatures. But Karalius knew that he had made his choice and was going to stick with it. It was actually with some hope that by coming here he would bump again into Rexanna after their previous encounter, but he had done this several times now and not once had found her again. Instead, he was taking to wandering the sandy terraria in the hope of finding other things to do and other creatures to speak to.
At long last he came to a distant spotting, a pale thing in the far north to him. With a tilted cranium he began to curiously make his way further over to investigate. He secretly hoped that it was someone he knew, but the dappled brute guessed that in this large world it could be anybody. And soon he came to a point that he was able to clearly see that it was a new face, and the bodice of a pretty ivory fae stood in the short distance from him. Her tassles seemed tinged with ruby, and the most prominent feature of the handsome cranium was the large ivory horn that spiralled into the air. Another one, he thought with an air of sadness. He sighed and continued to traipse his way up to the stranger, ready to introduce himself.
He got closer, however, and soon realised that she was adorning some of sort smile across her darkened velveteens, and he felt so dejected at this point he was almost considering someone else's feelings and not bothering her. But his ignorant side sprouted itself from his guts and he went ahead anyway, "It is a nice sight, isn't it?" He tipped his cranium towards her in mild greeting and waited for some sort of reciprocation in order to take the attention away from his soul-sucking sadness... " . "
KARALIUS
It was pride that changed angels into devils;
it is humility that makes men as angels.
08-10-2015, 12:25 AM (This post was last modified: 08-10-2015, 12:26 AM by Ophelia.)
Ophelia
danced above the blaze
The world at the edge of her vision faded, memories dancing with errant thoughts and the sound of the crashing waves. Life had moved around her, used to the statuesque way she held her frame, only fibers of white and crimson catching in the wind. A feeling of “right” overcame her mind and soul, a comfortable sensation of being in the right place at the right time – and such beautiful sensations came so very rarely. The smile that curved her lips was soft, a mousy line that softened the worried, alabaster planes of an ornate face, and long, pale lashes touched on her cheeks, closing her eyes to the light.
So lost in her thoughts as she was, she did not notice the stranger until he was upon her. A deep, masculine voice broke through the envelope of mental fog, and she blinked clarity into her strange, two colored eyes. Ophelia tilted her head, regarding him with amicable curiosity and a slight sense of fading, as if she were not quite there at all – dreaming. Absently, she glanced around, noticing that his stiff, moving presence had disrupted the habitat again, and she hummed, sticking the toes of her cloven hooves into the sand to watch a muscle wriggle back in.
Ophelia nodded in agreement, looking up at him once more. He had a coat of steel, though a vein of precious metal snaked up and around a shoulder, as if seeking the sun and finding the shadow below to be much more favorable. Though similar in height, his frame shaped with angles of a stallion, wide set shoulders and bold neck setting him apart, even without horns. Most of whom she knew now were like herself, so finding this stallion who, interestingly enough, reminded her of her mother, brought her into the present.
Even the gold… Soleil’s gold hue had been scars, and in her age, the only steel left had gathered around joints, but the colors were so familiar. “I was born by the sea,” she commented softly, her voice delicate and gentle like chimes, belying the dangerous spy and darkness beneath the angelic exterior. Moments passed, clouds shifting but never revealing the sun on this desaturated scene. “My apologies. I am Ophelia the Forsaken,” she introduced. “From the World’s Edge.” How strange those words… So strange the way the herd sounded on her tongue. Foreign, just as she was. Ophelia looked at him expectantly, awaiting his response.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
A sense of a dream-like quality arose from the situation that Karalius found himself in. He watched at this stranger regained her composure, evidently he had disturbed her in something and it felt like she was awakening from the dreams of a time gone by. But this was all speculation, and at this present moment in time the dappled did not want to pry into the thoughts of the horned queen that stood before him. Instead, he took the time to really get to grips with the bodice of the dame, whose life he had simply jumped into, just not in the literal sense.
His golden pools took in the ivory pelt wrapped over the dainty figure and he knew that she was an unmistakably arousing creature of beauty and elegance in appearance. He had noticed her horn before as he had approached her, but now he took in its shining elegance and the ruby dips of her tassles. She was a very pretty fae, youthful in complexion. And as she spoke, her voice too dripped with the delicate embodiment of a queen.
He looked on into the blue, watching the waves lap against the sands that clung to the terraria in an attempt not to swept away by the sheer power, and just for a moment the ignorant brute forgot of his dejected nature owed to his unachieved ambitions and imagined that he too was being swept away by the salted water, "You were born by the sea? This must be the place of your calling, then," his deep voice was strangely soft as he spoke to the dreamy fae, "I never knew of the waters that touched the earth before I came to Helovia, but I seem to visit here regularly now since..." He had become carried away in his own sad thoughts that he forgot to put a lid on blurting this sadness to his acquaintance. He regained himself and heard her name herself as Ophelia the Forsaken. He watched with wide and shining golden orbs as she spoke of her origins, "Ophelia the Forsaken, it has a quaint ring to it. I am Karalius. I do not belong to a region here, but I am familiar with the World's Edge," he continued in order to make conversation with ivory Ophelia, "It is not long since I travelled to this world, so forgive me for my lack of knowledge of these parts, Ophelia."
" . "
KARALIUS
It was pride that changed angels into devils;
it is humility that makes men as angels.