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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.
We're volcanoes in the night Glowing in the dark like meteorites
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Alune departed and she had made way to follow after him, slower pace to keep an eye on Dagger and the fading form of the white child ahead. She had agreed to follow the moon-follower to the Edge and she could not be more grateful that her partner had done so as well. Surely she could not depart from her side, but Dagger was free to do as she wished--and Cloak knew given her nature perhaps having her close by to keep an eye on was for the best.
She didn't stray too far behind the two who went to greet them; fresh from the Threshold she didn't know a thing about the layout of the land. It was much larger than her home village, the quaint space large enough to hold many but held at close quarters. Helovia was much different, and it was refreshing to her to have it sprawled out as such. The cooling air kept her company along the long walk, the distance between where she came and where they were headed quite large. She kept watch at all that she passed, storing most to memory for future reference. The meadow welcomed her with its brilliant flowers full of color, but she hardly spared a glance for them as she took time passing through.
At some point or another the glinting of reflected light caught her sight and she moved beneath trees to face a once-grand wall of pure glass. It had clearly faced quite a battle over time as it shattered in various places and gaping holes marred its face.
Still, her melted-body moved forward virtually unimpressed, wandering into the Edge's arms and hugging the shadows tightly.
Ears flicked forward as he waited at the border. For what, he did not know. But his mindless patience was rewarded, as a woman arrived— not too long after Alune had come and past him into the Edge’s borders. Was this a new herd member, lagging behind after the length of the journey from the Threshold? He had made the trek many times and knew how long and arduous the journey could be— especially to those who had already travelled so far to come to Helovia. The Edge was so far West…. it was the Edge of the World.
He studied the woman, seeing her unimpressed glance at the shattered glass and how she clung to the shadows. It seemed as though she fit with the moon, ever hovering on the edge of darkness. But the stark white of her forelegs and face forever giving her away, just as the Moon’s brightness did.
He shifted, coming out of the mists to approach the ebony and ivory mare, so much smaller than himself. Her slight frame was disregarded for the necklace and pendant hanging over her chest. “Welcome to the Edge. That’s a unique pendant you wear, does it have a story?” The deep reverberation of his voice cut through the shadows she so favored.
“I am Tembovu, King here. You are joining us?” His dark eyes studied the woman, questioning her apparent solitude at the borders. He would gladly welcome her into the herd, but curiosity had piqued in his great skull, wanting to know more of this darkness-adhering mare.
"She is joining us, with her comes another, who should along shortly, I assume." Alune's voice drifted out into the open air, his frame appearing over a small hill shrouded in mist as he appeared out of the forest and out to rest among the ruins of the Dark Lady's glass wall. "I hope the journey was not too taxing on you, my Lady, nor your companion." There's a note of genuine concern in his voice for the two mares, had Dagger stopped to rest while he and his white apprentice had walked on? He hadn't left them to their own devices in purpose, merely walked ahead in order to make sure everything ahead would be minimal fuss for the darker hued mares.
"Perhaps I should of slowed down my pace, I often walked faster than those in Thal'Sharah." He lamented, brows furrowed and tail lashed against the ground in his own scolding before it settled back into a river of silver streams against the misted ground and jagged glass pieces.
The Seer's attention then turned to Tembovu to offer him a bow of respect, "Cloak and Dagger are mares of interestng mettle, you'd be hard pressed to find any like them in the rest of Helovia, I'd say. They too, worship the Lady Moon." Alune's jovial voice returned after his moment of worry, and he flashed a warm smile toward the white masked mare. He is sure that they will fit in well, and while he knows that they might not join his path in worship of the moon, they will find a path of equal value within the herd that will do them both justice and the Goddess as well.
"I never inquired about your necklace, unlike our King here. Does it have a meaning or a purpose?" Now he was also interested in the unique piece of jewelry Cloak adorned, he had never gazed upon something quite like it. Thalian jewelry was all about interlinking chains in the shape of leaves and thorns, crystals, sapphires and golds while Cloak's was the stark opposite.
We're volcanoes in the night Glowing in the dark like meteorites
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She hadn't found her journey through the unfamiliar land to be much of an inconvenience; she rather enjoyed the spare moments alone without the watchful eye of any upon her, save of course for Dagger. Alune needn't have worried about marching ahead on his return to his land, for she was quite apt at keeping up and observing from a distance. Had he disappeared from view at all she would have known how to follow him all the same.
Dagger had taken her time where Cloak didn't set a pace, just let her legs carry her at any speed they wished. There was no concern for her horned partner either, for she was better alone than even Cloak and didn't need anyone to care after her. So the blackened mare spared any glances behind her as she approached the glittering glass, feeling at ease in the darkest coverage and swirling mists that seemed to claim the land. First impressions told her that the Edge really was everything she had heard of in Vestiomel, the perfect watching-place for the Goddess that they served. And it was, in turn, the perfect place for her to be.
She tried to keep herself as out of sight as possible and let the dull wisps of fog that rolled through stick against her sides. But she knew no matter the effort on her part her white would give her away, bright against the bleakness of the background. Skull-face upon her crown motioned to view the one approaching, a rather large figure that, while perhaps intimidating to others, she cared little for. He crept out of the thick darkness swirling with the grey weight of the mist, his voice the first thing to reach her clearly. It was as haunting as the atmosphere around them, in its own way. It rumbled through her body and would have raised a brow if possible, the first sign of any emotion to cross her features. His honing in on her necklace above all else was quite curious. She let the question sit between them to prompt him to speak further, introducing himself--as king? Well, how peculiar the situation was indeed, as everything seemed to fall straight into her lap without so much as a lift of her finger. Perhaps it would be easier than she thought, getting what she wanted.
The moon-boy appeared to save her from speaking, answering the question for her and including the mention of Dagger. Vaguely, she wondered where the unicorn might be but focused once again on Alune's words. His claim of the two would have brought a sly smile slithering across her lips, if she had been roused enough to do so. None like them? How interesting, with the number of masses that surely lived in the great realm.
She couldn't figure their strange interest in her simple adornment; of course it had meaning, else she wouldn't have accepted the responsibility of wearing it. But she couldn't figure a way to explain it to them in a condensed manner they would understand--read: didn't put in the effort to do so--so gazed at them as she stood in between with her hooded expression and merely shook her head in one slow, soft motion. It held no significance to them.
Empty eyes rested steadily on the 'King,' flicking to and fro across him, perhaps sizing him up or simply drinking him in.
Navy eyes shift to the suddenly appeared Alune, ears perking to hear the answers to his questions. Head cocks slightly at the mention of another, great head swinging to scan the darkness. Another was coming? It seemed that they fell further behind than even Cloak had. A sense of unease wormed into his barrel— for one who joined the Edge and was lost in Helovia deserved both the protection and guidance on the King. An ear flicked towards the Seer as he lamented over his quick pace. Indeed, the quick pace of tall men such as themselves must be checked for those smaller and slighter of frame. The smallest of frowns crept onto the edges of his thick lips as he returned his attention to the indigo coated stallion. “Indeed, your legs and strides are much longer than those of Cloak,” words were rumbled quietly, the rebuke buried beneath their bass.
He could not help to mimic the smile that Alune had as he revealed that they, too, worshipped the Lady Moon. Though his lopsided grin was not as jovial as Alune’s. Retuning his masked attention to the monochrome woman, he found her silence surprising. Though, in hindsight, he shouldn’t have. She clung to the shadows and hid in the mist, clearly not wanting to draw attention to herself. In a way, she reminded him of Kiuaji, living in the shade of shadows. Though his childhood friend was quick to sharpen his tongue and wit on any unsuspecting individual.
But this mare… her impassive face and hooded eyes flickered between the two large studs as she gently shook her head, black and ivory tresses swaying through the mists. Brows raised as her gaze then unabashedly roved over his body, and he resists the urge to do the same of her own feminine form. in compromise, he allowed his cobalt eyes to trace groove of her neck to the pendant in question at her chest. “Does it hold your voice?” The question was part jest, part reproach for not answering her King, and perhaps partly husky— though that could be the mirage of the mist.
Swinging his head to motion behind him, further into the herdlands, he continued, “You will want to take care of the cliffs, as they are often hidden by the Moon’s mists. You’ve already met Alune, our Seer, and he can point you towards others who are so inclined to follow the path of our patron goddess. Do you have any questions?” He half-expected to get another, simple shake of her petite, skull-marked head rather than a true answer.