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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.
It was difficult to tell whether or not the world had changed colors or if it had always been that way. There was a chance that this was a dream, which would make more sense than the snow and moon turning black or the sky taking on a lack of color so intense that its purity seemed endless. There were no stars, there was no great being ready to bestow the logic of this inverted world upon Rexanna, there was only a sharp whistle in the distance.
The sound was small, then rose and bloomed. It overtook the sky with self satisfaction, and extended itself like a large celestial body. The heavens were not cradled so much as shot, and the sound created a wound so unforgiving that the perfect blanket of the above tore open and revealed something like a black hole. Only this black hole had a localized target, and its tug was more gentle than violent. Slowly, from wherever she may have stood in blissful sleep, Rexanna was to be pulled. The wound worked like that, weaving its way into her mind as it extended fiery trails across the strange sky. There were no voices, there was only the quiet coercion of a dark firework, come from an even darker place and now invading this light one.
If she were to walk closer, and embrace the sound, the black snow beneath her feet might dissolve wherever she was not looking and fade into the inky darkness of sleep or nonexistence. For perhaps this was only a dream.
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I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill
Sleep had enveloped the Thief, as she slept just near the border of the icy fortress she knew as her home. Times had begun to shift, days began to grow longer, and with it Rexanna was finding her mental state exhausted from trying to handle the aftermath of two fast growing twins. This slumber had been one made of too much exertion. One where she had hoped to make it back home to the safety of her cave, to slumber with her children who she hoped had been home. But no, the mental strain and physical tiredness the Thief felt was brunt upon her, and so she dozed with Marembo, her companion, proving to be a little bit of extra warmth among the chill that the night always held.
Rexanna had woken with a stir, with a feeling that something perhaps just wasn’t right. Her black rimmed lids fluttered open while Marembo lifted his head to look out upon the darkness that surrounded them. But something was wrong. They looked in absolute disbelief as the snow beneath her feet had turned black, as if she were standing among icy ash. The sky was light, but surprisingly not bright as the moon peered down at them in its own strange blackened stupor. And then, something began to whistle. It was loud and almost haunting as the Thief pinned her ears to her skull, uncertain what would be causing such a sound to occur. Marembo began to cover his own ears as he looked around, ever vigilant. Then, to top it all off, there was a pull It was unlike the sound and the strange world, and instead was softer and almost kinder than the shrieking paired with an inverted world.
Shaking the last bit of sleep from her eyes, she surveyed this strange world she had woken in, shot a glance at her polecat, then turned her gaze to where the pull felt the strongest – and they were off. Silent in their means but asking millions of questions mentally, she did her best to try and ignore the incessant whistles. She didn’t even feel the exhaustion she had prior to falling asleep – all she felt was confusion and a tug at her mind. She felt as though she had no other choice than to obey the sound and the pull, and when the pair had approached, she looked upon the sky as the darkness began to spread, little fireworks like she could create were inky in their appearance and seemed to slip back into the dark overwhelming black from which she imagined it had come. But there was something ever so strange about this darkness, as it seemed to swallow the world around it. She stood near it, inching closer ever still, all while partially holding her breath. “What is this?” Her voice was a mere whisper as it left her cream lips.
As Rexanna moved, so too did the world. It shifted around her feet in small circles, quiet swirls that were so subtle they perhaps might not be noticed. At least, not with all the commotion in that white sky above. The sound that had pierced through the haze of sleep was persistent and repetitive, firing off again and again with merciless intensity. Like a siren going off in the mind of only one, it warned of change to come.
But this change was not necessarily the wicked kind. No bodies littered the black field, green blood pouring out from closed wounds, despite the fact that they had once and long ago. In the moment that Rexanna visited, all was (relatively) peaceful. Perhaps that was why the firework tearing apart the heavens drew so much attention.
As if it had eyes to see, the most recent explosion paused in its ascent when Rexanna appeared. It was pulled down, as if solid--bound to the earth like a prisoner. There, at Rexanna's hooves, the dying black embers glittered and writhed. Sparks shot off from them but they were cold, and felt more like splashes of water.
What would the mare do, confronted with this... thing? It was not an animal wounded by nature's ferocity but its movements, its indivine struggle, elicited similar sympathy. The whistles were quieted and akin to whimpers, to dying sounds. Was it Rexanna that had pulled this free thing down, or something else yet unseen? This world had many secrets, and still much to reveal.
That is, if she did the right thing. But who knew what was right in an inverted world like this?
Despite having already shaken the sleep from her mind and body, it still lay sunken beneath the creases of her eyes as she looked at the inverted world around her. She took it in, listening to the eerie sharp sounds as it shrieked across the world around her. Marembo began to whimper quietly, and she reached down to the polecat as he grabbed onto her horn, pulling him up alongside her back. Crawling across her mane, the polecat settled around her withers. Rexanna’s gaze returned to the inky world around her, noticing the way it swirled around her feet, but the thing that stuck out for her more was the sound as it shot off multiple times.
Perhaps she was looking for a more ominous meeting, instead of the usual business-like meeting she was used to with the Rift battles, the giant elephant offering to give a companion to those worthy of it, and the strange memory inducing pools in the Flats. It was all strange, but not nothing that compared to this experience. Her gaze lifted toward the sky once again, feeling the air as though it went straight through her, but it wasn’t bad it was just… different. Yet, she still paid attention to the sky as she approached, and watched as one of the inky explosions seemed to divert its course. It barreled toward her, falling to the earth with an extreme quickness that made her heart beat in a rapid succession.
It landed at her hooves, sparkling and dying before her eyes. “Oh no.” She began, lifting a hoof almost warily as the sparks shot off from it as it writhed along the ground. Concern now lined her eyes, and she stared at it with a strange curiosity and pull to it. The whistles had died down to a whimper, much like Marembo had done prior, and she felt the soft splashes that occurred on her skin as the sparks reached for her flesh. Perhaps it was her motherly instinct that hated to see something in pain, regardless if it was something real or not. It moved and writhed and seemed like it was dying, and the only thing the Thief could think of was to try and console this thing somehow. Marembo mentally tried to pull her away from her idea, but Rexanna was far too confident in her ideas to let him try to change her mind. And with that, she lowered her head further and further, planting her feet softly in the earth before pressing her nose against the dying explosion.
Maybe it was a stupid idea, but only time would tell.
Perhaps, if the sparks and showers had any real sentience, they would have mustered affectionate amusement for the golden face that peered down upon the dying pops of chemical reaction. Of course the soft wind-down of sound, reminiscent of whimpering, would play on the strings of motherhood connected to her heart. It was not surprising that she decided to investigate further, dark lips inquisitively lowering to where the sparks lay dying in the snow. Their beauty ephemeral, attracting attention from near and far, just as they had lured Rexanna to the Steppe. But lasting only for a moment, drawing the eye and inspiring the heart only to die out and sprinkle back to the earth in dull-colored, burnt-out shells.
It lay waiting, still, as dark lips finally brushed physically against the little beads that were all that remained of the luminescent fireworks. For a moment perhaps Rexanna would think that was the end - of the show, the lights that had coalesced in the sky and drawn her attention. The dark void that had drawn her mystically closer, unrelenting until the one they had wanted had been hooked and lured forth into the night. Maybe she thought it was a fluke, a magical parting of the veil. But as her lips lingered, the sparks shivered to life once more. One final, parting explosion.
Lights would rise in her vision, not blinding in the least but warm and colorful as they streamed forward in front of her. The colors latched onto her coat, a tingling sensation shivering to life in her skin as the colors faded into inky blackness as they submerged into her skin. As if tainted by the darkness of the lips that had brought them to life once more. The fireworks exploded across the canvas of the woman's body, immortalized through her caricature. No longer would the streaming, crackling arts be confined to the skies for but a moment. They would live on, on this willing canvas of flesh and warmth. And when the skies called back to them - when the heavens reached down and reminded the markings that they had once been part of the celestial highs - the markings would spark and explode in turn. When the rains and snows came down, they would live on, Rexanna's body their night sky to exist upon once more.
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Congratulations! Rexanna has been awarded her passive magic: [Magic (P) | Fire x Shock :: When wet, black markings appear on her body in the shape of various fireworks.]