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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.
The young one could not sit still. There was a need, a desire to explore grinding behind the gears of her mind. Once more she pressed forward, running towards the water’s edge of her new found home to spread her wings wide – embracing the wind with a sigh of content. Escaping the oppressive confines of the earth, and climbing ever higher into the atmosphere.
This was freedom, being able to dance and chase the streams – gliding comfortably, or darting here or there for a little bit of action. For the time being Ru did not mind the somber pace as she began to plateau in her path. Gazing down across the snow covered terrain with interest. Studying the earth from down below, and amusing herself with the dots of animals or equine as they passed (or so she assumed).
She made her way up north from the Dragon’s Throat, circling around Helovia’s heart – amazed by the breadth and appearance of the crater. She had no prior knowledge of its name, and without a teacher she could only assume that the sky had thrown a piece of itself down there. Or perhaps it was cursed to smolder forever and ever? Despite its tempting warmth, rolling and pushing her about as she flew, she was drawn by what lay further ahead. Recalling what Maren had said of the Hidden Falls; something about following the river and moving north.
Without the night sky it was hard to navigate, especially as the clouds gathered – blocking the celestial bodies from view at most times. Thinking that she was indeed pressing forward, ‘north’, she went ahead and abandoned the hot warmth below. Adventure, it appeared, seemed to have seared into her young heart. For a while longer she felt lost; perhaps she should have turned back? Did she make note of enough land marks to find her way back home…?
It had become second nature for the worries to envelop the girl (perhaps less prominent as they filtered behind her musings). But without due harm, because she had survived thus far – lost in a foreign land, without the assurance of a guiding hand to tell her where to go. It did however; invoke a sense of emptiness, a stagnant will that appeared purposeless until one understood the peace behind it. Because if she had not embraced this feeling, there were other thoughts and questions struggling to gain the child’s attention, such that the child would rather ignore.
Without realizing it then, Ru settled her heart with peace, in the silences, and in the threats ahead, carrying on with a hopeful unknown. She might be lost, but she had been lost before all the same. It was with a growing confidence that she stayed her course, taking note of the terrain and peculiar landmarks to usher her forward.
The sight of a long streaming river brought some reassurance. Noting the pregnant sky, heavy with snow, she dipped below to hover above the meadow. Being several paces from the streaming river, the sound rolled and gurgling beside, procured a giggle from the child. Adjusting her wings then, to settle into the snow.
She squeaked from the cool touch. The snow was rather tall here, and came up just above her knees. Tossing her head she plowed up beside the river, spotting a large tree just ahead. She came to a stop, shook herself from all that frost and snow dust.
Ru stood still then, holding her breath for a moment as her heart pumped behind her ears and slowed. It was awfully quiet here. The clouds up above seemed poised, and without avail snow began to fall from the skies. Big, fat clumps of snow.
She was surprised how quiet it was. How still the world had become, with the exception of the fluffy snow. Her blue-green eyes scanned about the terrain, surprisingly content with the lack of noise. And how very alone she was, how small and insignificant she had become.
@Amaris !
[ But anyone is welcome to join if they want XP ]
The world was still. It was pristine, perfect, porcelain. Amaris felt the cold - but it didn't bother her, for she had a pelt thick and fluffy lined with scales of a dragon (and a new soul-bond to keep her busy besides). Indeed, it was simple to forget about such worries as being cold when one's mind was full of discovering the world through a newborn's eyes. Dragonsblood ran through her veins and a dragonsoul now danced along her own (more-so than the souls her magic would have called in Dramyrth's absence). She called those souls today as well - a red and a green, a reminder of more summery seasons, and discovered a cacophony within her mind louder than anything she had experienced before.
But the mare was in good spirits - her little king was thriving, gliding on the breeze just above her as she walked, twirling and dancing with the other souls that his true-bonded had summoned. Dramyrth didn't question whether he was superior to them - he simply was. It amused Amaris, the surety which with he lived his life, the confidence that he was a king no matter everything else that existed in the world that might deny it. It was more than a simple notion; it was his existence.
The world was still, except for the dragonmare and her companions, pushing through the snowdrifts. Every now and then, the little king would dip his flight to raise up a fresh, powdery shower of snow in front of the mare. Laughter, gentle and exotic, gurgled from her maw as she would then rear and dance beneath the flakes; an angel dipped in gold, silver and caramel.
The moonlight shifted then - the clouds above congregated and seemed to decide that fresh snow was needed - with a draconic song the companions sung at its arrival, and Amaris decided to finally seek out shelter. She was surprised to find a path already laid out for her, as she too followed the river. It had seemed to appear out of nowhere, and, being the semi-predatory being that she was, Amaris followed it with little fear and trepidation for her wellbeing as to what might have carved it.
Surprise coloured her features when she reached the treeline where the filly lingered, her steps pausing as she looked with golden pools at the pegasus girl while her companions flew onwards to investigate for themselves. "Hello?" she called with her gentle tones, lowering her tiara and holding her position out under the falling snow, lest she frightened the girl (any further than her companions may already have done, anyway). "I mean no harm," she added, "and nor do they. We only seek shelter from the snow."
A melody like none she had ever heard before broke into the air gently. It made her skin stand, and her ears swivel – searching for its source. Curiosity tickled the emptiness that settled inside of her, and so did a tinge of fear. It was alien, incredibly foreign and new – as the dragon’s song fanned out with a haunting presence – invisible.
She had yet to reign in on her initial reaction; the shadows beyond her taking shape and vague form. Tricking the eyes, invoking the mind to fill in the gaps with all sorts of demonic and hideous forms. Alarming the child as this sound appeared to increase in strength, two-toned – perhaps three – there were more and more, and she couldn’t see them. The sound was above, below, behind?
Ru pressed further into the old tree. It was cold, but the branches that spread above her provided cover. A tangible thing, to remind her it was only in her head. And that there was nothing to fear. Absolutely nothing.
The child tensed as her eyes grasped Amaris’ form. Ducking her head when – dragons – littered the sky with their sharp and scaly hides. Her mouth opened in awe, procuring a sigh – confused and cautious, all together bewildered. Pressing into the old tree to remind herself: there was nothing to be afraid of.
Nearly unawares of the voice, ahead of her, she snapped her attention back to the mare. A feeling of shame unexpectedly possessed the girl. As if she had revealed too much of her weakness, she was now obligated to show otherwise.
Demons, evil spirits? Pah!
She pressed away from the tree and stood poised towards the mare. Taking deep, calm, breaths… Ru bit back on her tongue as she bobbed her head in a nod. Glancing now and then to the sky, looking for the flying lizards – somewhat doubtful of the mare’s reassurances.
They had just met after all! And she was… she was - mesmerizing…
How could this world be so rich with magic? How was it that the mare had scales – were those really scales?
With a paper-thin confidence, she carefully drew closer – her nose leading, stretching out her neck to take in the mare’s scent. It was a feverish feeling – posing to be courageous, whilst fighting back your desire to withdraw and hide was maddeningly difficult!
Ru was beginning to feel a tad crazy, and perhaps she was – or was it foolishness, that spurred her to Amaris’ side? Avoiding her head on, and swaying away. Eyes grazing the golden body.
But I wish to feel, to touch… She would, she must – and so she did. With a shaky hum she poked Amaris with her charcoal muzzle. Against the shimmering scales of that shoulder, and giggled nervously as she shifted back. Pressing into her heals, and further into the snow walls behind her. Stopping shortly after, near enough for the golden stranger to touch – should she really stretch that neck.
She squealed and reared as she caught sight of the golden one. Wings batting briefly – as if, making herself appear ‘larger’ might warn the beast – beast-s that is!
It looks mother was right after all! There were dragons; living, breathing dragons?