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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.
Ampere flew this patrol with a lackluster enthusiasm. She only even bothered to heed the task because Kygo urged her to, thinking that work of some kind, any kind, might alleviate some of her heartache. It had managed to in the past, but that had also been a different kind of ache. There was difference between a lover's spat and a lover's loss.
Still, Ampere went, intent upon praying to the gods when they got to their destination. Perhaps one of them could bring her clarity, or understanding, or reassurance of some kind. Ampere had never really though much about death before - what happened after? Was Gaucho just gone, a remnant only in her memories and the genetics of their children? Was he a star, shining down upon them at night; that seemed so ill-fitting for him (never mind that stars were actually on fire, they seemed like a dark sort of light, belonging to the night and the moon instead of the day and the sun. They were cold, Ampere imagined, which Gaucho could never be.). Was he part of the gods now, or the earth, or any thing?
Times like these Ampere wished she had more faith; even if a god did answer her, would she believe what they said? She was someone who took things for their face value, and to her, Gaucho was gone. That thought left a dark pit of despair for her to fall into, a clearly Gaucho-shaped pit.
She felt his weight too, and though she knew it wasn't actually him weighing on her, some sort of heavy specter on her back, she still marveled at the fact she could get airborne with it there.
The wind, normally something that could buoy her heart, was just a substance to travel on, a means to an end on this day.
What poor company she must be for her herd mate, a are she'd barely spared a glance to before wordlessly embarking with her. She seemed new, Ampere thought distantly, so what did she know of the loss of their leader? How could she ever sympathize with this hurt?
The veins neared soon enough and Ampere began to descend.
Sabia did not want to wake up this morning, everytime she opened her eyes it was another reminder that she had something growing in her that she didn't want there. Then of course there was the decision on what to do with it once born, would she give it to the man that did this to her? No...if it is a colt he could raise it to do exactly what the man did to Sabia. Kill it or give it away? Perhaps, all she knows for sure is that Sabia cannot bring herself to care for it. Sabia was not a bad person,she was a good person with a bad thing happening to her.
This patrol would hopefully take her mind off things, or at least thats what she hopes when Sabia is told she is going on patrol. There is a pretty blue and black Pegasus that hardly even looks at Sabia before taking off. Maybe she has something bad happening to her too. So Sabia takes off after her into the sky, awkward with her pregnant form, she was showing but wasn't as swollen as other were...yet.
Not before long they arrive at their destination, a good thing too because Sabia was growing tired. As she lands Sabia takes in the odd landscape she had never been here before. Folding her wings to her sides Sabia looks to the mare and questions "what is this place used for?" At first Sabia was hesitant to ask, the mare seemed like she had a lot on her mind but Sabia couldn't help herself.
Put me through hell again, I miss the fire.
Notes: Well you get a pregnant Sabia, in despair. Maybe they'll be good for one another.
As her wings swept back and her tail feathers splayed to break the wind, Ampere landed with an easy grace afforded to a lifetime of aerial preference. Even with her absent mind, she touched down gently, her hooves faintly clicking against the stone beneath as she walked.
Settling her feathers after a ruffle, Ampere's ears twitched at her partner's query. "Prayer," Ampere said simply, not seeming to promise more as she continued forward. Though her answer was brief and direct, she wasn't annoyed by the question or the idea of conversation, she just didn't have the heart to actually carry it.
After a cursory glance at the surrounding area, Ampere strode towards a dilapidated shrine that could only belong to their patron god, the Sun. Quietly the blue mare paused before it, her dark muzzle reaching out almost tenderly to brush along the cracked and worn monument. Her lips moved in un-heard whispers, as her whiskers and maw moved down the length of the shrine, until her head bowed against the floor. That itself wasn't enough for the normally less-pious mare, not in this that she asked, and so gingerly Ampere folded her knees down and kneeled before the Sun's shrine.
"Sun," she beckoned, her voice cracking, but she knew that the gods listened to hearts and souls more than voices anyway. Then she paused, as if suddenly unsure. What did she want of her god anyway? A sign that Gaucho was alright? That wouldn't really ease the absence she felt here and now. A reason for taking him? Death was unreasonable, and unavoidable, she already knew that, it was just a matter of accepting it. So what?
"Can you tell him that I love him, please."
After all this time, she couldn't remember if he ever knew how much he mattered to her. All the fighting and the yelling and the fucking, had she ever told him that she cared about him?
Gaucho.
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