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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.
Winter thaws slowly, with a stray intent that is both admirable and exasperating. The cold that chills his bones and makes his scars ache is not welcome, and he does not venture away from the Throat more than he does when winter descends upon it. It's too cold and empty without Ranjiri or Ryuu. Midas' and Gaucho's ghosts seem to haunt him ever more in the silence of the cold empty sands.
Rightfully he could warm himself at the Diviner's fire. It's familiar to him, with how he tended it daily when Maren's title had once been his. But he knew as well that with that fire came introspection that he could not afford. Cera had not fallen apart after Gaucho's death, and he refused to. Gaucho deserved better, would not have wanted Cera's fortitude to crumble as it had so many times in the past. So he did not bother lingering on the thoughts that whispered and cajoled in the back of his mind. Dark, depressing ideals that he refused to entertain. Cera had lived his life in solitude long enough. He would not let it continue to bring him down.
The heat of the Heart was all he sought. He could not bear to go any further from home, but his scars and limbs ached with an age he didn't possess. Warmth washed it away, until he relaxed quietly back into his bones and his skin. No longer filled with such discomfort. Even the despair of loss seemed lessened by the emanating heat.
Cera wandered the edge of the Heart, unafraid of any stumble. His wings and the updraft of air would sustain him from any fall, and Ilaria was not there to complain about his recklessness. So he struck lightly against the rim of fire, magic probing restlessly at the deposits of metal that lay thick and beautiful within his reach. It felt like a fated day.
Young Thèo did not seek out the Heart because of its heat, but because of its familiarity. When he was much younger, intent on exploring every inch of the Throat, it was the Heart he had found when his wandering mind had finally exceeded the borders of their island home. He was delighted to find that the golden sunlight that constantly fell upon his back could find him even in the depths of the darkened cave, as if neither darkness nor descent could keep Gaucho's eyes from finding him. The boy had finally succumbed to the thought that the magic he had been born with was actually a blessing from Gaucho and his grandfather. Perhaps it was only folly, and he didn't voice these thoughts to anyone else, but it did give him comfort in those moments when he felt oh-so alone in this world.
Today was not one of those days, however. Instead, the ashen tribrid had greeted the dawn with an eager curiosity, taking flight as soon as he was able and heading towards the caves. There were so many rooms, so many shining tunnels to explore, that Thèo thought he might visit them for a lifetime and never grow bored.
But before he could enter the caves, he saw a relatively familiar face striding around the upper portion of the Heart. A an easy and boyish smile brightened across his pale features. Cera, he thought at once, despite the fact that he and the forger had never properly met. Thèo didn't have much else to do other than to learn about his herd, and he had taken to this task eagerly.
"Hallo!" Thèo called from the skies, as he angled his youthful body towards where Cera circled, his oddly accented voice showering down ahead of him. "Do you mind if I join you?" He asked, slightly breathless, as he landed.
mathèo
Oh Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left hand man
Long, soft ears twitched to herald the arrival of another. Cherubic face tilted towards the skies and the disturbance of the air beneath the weighted wings of a pegasus, blinking against the strike of the sun across his vision. It halos across his retinas as Mathéo comes into view, painting the youth in colors of gold and white that slowly disappear with each owlish blink. Peculiarly spoken greeting does nothing to dissuade the friendly forger, who smiles warmly in greeting as the colt descends, golden toes like music on the dark rock. Cera twisted his limber body against the contrasting ache of his chest scar to greet Mathéo properly instead of showing his hindquarters awkwardly.
"Hello! Mathéo, yes? I don't mind at all, I'd love the company." The sun child tilted his head inquisitively towards the boy as he hopes to guess his name correctly, recalling the ashen child's stance at his mother's side the day Sikeax lost her throne. Cera smiles apologetically in case he is incorrect and sweeps a wing back towards his flank in a subtle invitation to come closer and engage in conversation. "I'm afraid my companion is far better at names than I am," he laughs, unafraid to poke fun at his own flaws. It was true the red panda had a far better catalog of those they'd met than the Prince. Perhaps he relied on her too heavily when it came to socialization, he thought to himself with a snicker.
Assuming that Mathéo desires to walk, or that he had come there for a reason aside from the chance meeting occurring above the fires, Cera swivels on his hooves and continues his route along the thin edge of the Heart. Even so he cannot help how his eyes drag to the child's wings, alight in sunlight that could not be present in such a manner physically. Afraid that he was staring, he cleared his throat in soft apology. "I'm sorry for staring, it's just...may I ask who your father was? You're Aithniel's son, right? Your magic...it reminds me of Gaucho. It's very beautiful," he admits, awe in his vocals as he gives himself permission to let his gaze linger over the beautiful boy's growing frame washed in sunlight. Then he promptly realizes what he said and jerks his head away, scowling at himself. Do colts prefer to be called handsome, these days? And what is he thinking "these days" he's not that old!
Cera can almost hear Ilaria's mocking laughter in his head from miles away.
"Maybe I'm not the best company," he laughs instead, feeling the weight of his own excessive words like a weight across his poll. Maybe he'd been alone for too long.
Stubbornly using the alt codes for Mathéo's name because I can't pronounce it right in my head otherwise guhhh
The sunbeam child smiled and nodded emphatically at the sound of his name on another's lips. Cera's pronunciation was perhaps the closest to his own that Thèo had heard yet - that gentle, almost Italian cadence that Thèo had picked up some how.
"Yes, that is right." He agreed, folding his ashen wings against the pale, boyish lines of his flanks. "You are Cera, and your companion is Ilaria." He recites, thinking of the red panda in his mind. He had filled up his first few months of life with simply learning all he could of his home; especially those who lived within it. That, combined with Aithniel's group-child rearing mentality had afforded him a healthy wealth of knowledge when it came to his Throat-family.
A melancholy smile parts Thèo's lips as he nods slowly, his wings stiffening slightly. He has no reason to miss Gaucho - he never met him after all - and yet deep inside of him is a cavern, a hollowed-out space meant to be filled by his Father's love, and yet left empty. "The Wildfire.." The boy responds, his voice low and sweet as something like a memory threatens to cause tears to well in his eyes. But of course, he has no memories of his Father. Only the tales of others. Quickly though, youthfulness causes his complexion to bright as he raises his sea-green eyes. "I like to think the magic is his way of looking down on me." The boy shakes his wings slightly, and as his heartbeat quickens with pride, the light seems to pulse a shade brighter on his body.
Thèo seems to take no notice of Cera's scowl or the implication of his words. Instead, he happily keeps stride with the larger man, a docile smile upon his grey lips. "What brings you out here alone, Cera?" He asks, his voice oddly punctuated by his strange accent.
mathèo
Oh Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left hand man