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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.
03-24-2017, 07:12 PM (This post was last modified: 03-24-2017, 07:18 PM by Macaria.)
i've got my feet on the ground
and i don't go to sleep to dream
Over the last few days she’s covered a hundred or so miles in the westward direction, leaving the Falls for the first time in many months – the first time since everyone left, since the Earth God left them. Macaria has been hopeless since that day, the memories still haunt her and her mother’s hollow voice soothes her time and time again.
All things crumble and get swallowed up eventually – it is part of time, it is part of life. The voice will breathe gently into her mind, Be strong, my sweet, things will not stay dark for long… A pause, always a thoughtful pause, The light is coming. This message is always the end, a hopeful message from beyond graves; from the underworld.
She sips the meadow’s clear waters in the moonlight and munches the rich grasses covered in due by soft dawnlight. The bugs have yet to descend and the temperatures are on the rise already. For a while she grazes quietly, thoughtfully, she dreams and eats meditatively, stepping one hoof at a time westward still. Something salty in the air draws her in this direction. Her golden eyes exploring each corner of her vision as she walks along for more long hours until she reaches the edge of a dense, ancient forest. Oak trees reaching for the clouds stand at her back, but before her lays a different terrain. Evening light and shadow dances joyously through and across the woodland ahead, she watches it, falling into a trance for a moment before stepping forward and onto the path that winds through this deep green corridor.
When she stops to look around she can hear the very distant crash of waves – it is different than that of Endless Blue where the waves wrack against cove or sand. This sound different, she observes. She sucks in a deep breath, her pink nose held up, her saucer eyes closing. Mmm. She lolls the taste of sea-salt across her wet tongue, her tail flicking with the thoughts of love and remembrance of the ocean. She’s never seen the coast ahead but her time on this planet, in this place, has taught her what lies ahead – it is the Edge, World’s Edge. It is a different Kingdom, one she’s never visited before. Come to think of it, she’s never visited any of them. She doesn’t go further but instead inspects the old trunks just around her. She sniffs at the moss cloaked stones, the moist earth, the mushrooms, the ferns, anything her nose could safely touch.
Macaria has wandered next to the forested borders of the World's Edge,
where it meets the (north)western piece of Thistle Meadow.
She's very close to crossing over into the Edge,
but doesn't, lingering beside it instead.
for @Darwin & @Sacre and anyone else who would like to say hello (:
It's early morning as the man stirs awake. He tossed and turned and tried to go back to sleep, but nothing worked. Grumbling quietly to himself, he scanned his surroundings for Elsa, knowing that Antaa and Edgar would be contently cuddled within a hole in a nearby tree. Once he spotted the pale mare, he began to relax, stretching his legs quietly as to not wake her as the sun began to filter through the fog of the Edge. Placing his wings comfortably along his back, he made his way to the border in the attempts to be at least somewhat useful as a warrior.
It didn’t take long of quiet wandering until he decided he’d rather patrol the outside of the glass spikes. As he made his way around the perimeter, extending his tracks a bit further out than his previous rounds, he noticed a figure inspecting what appeared to be a mossy covered rock. Instantly, he wondered if it was another member of the Edge. Though the man decided to err on the edge of caution, approaching with a gentle dip of his head to the woman.
“Hello. Is there anything I can help you with?” His rough voice called out to her, offering a gentle smile in turn. However, as he looked at her more, his smile began to fade. Something seemed so similar about her, and it began to ache deep within his mind, trying to pull up memories he’d rather choose to forget entirely.
With the crest of morning comes the glittering dew of settled fog, the chirps of waking birds and the rustle of forest travelers. She’s unaware of the glass spikes, of how far or close she is to civilization of sorts – also unaware of the approaching stranger. He gets pretty close before a small twig gives under his step, but Macaria does not startle; turning calmly to set a sunlit smile upon him. Her eyes find him to be familiar but she cannot quite remember from where.
“Hello. Is there anything I can help you with?”
She smiles wider and turns away from where she was craned over a mossy stone, facing him with bright golden eyes and a pink smile. Her feline tail flicks just above the wet soil, letting her pearly plume sweep the ground. She can smell sea salt and wind-whispers (the smell a horse’s coat collects from certain types of wind), gentle winds for the most part but also some stormy gusts. She likes the aromas of winds, their strengths, their origins, and she holds equal love for the smell of certain waters and their origins. He smells of both things. Of wind and water, coastal and boreal both.
Her memory strikes like a hammer to anvil. Tink. Years ago an antlered stallion got himself stuck in a hole in the Threshold. There were several of them there, but this stallion was one of them. She fails to recall a name if he ever gave one. “Well, no.” Her smile wavers a little, giving over to a bit of nervousness, “Am I trespassing?” She fidgets, her tail swaying and curling. “My name is Macaria.” She offers a smile once again, not too wide but enough to hide her streak of insecurity.
Perhaps it was a bit daunting for the man when the girl whips around and sports those golden eyes. Something about them chills him deep in the bone, but Darwin wore his mask well. It didn’t affect him outwardly, but it seemed so strangely familiar to him he couldn’t help but wonder. The difference is, the horn sported between her eyes and that leonine tail. The rest seemed to fit the idea that perhaps, maybe, she might be a relative. Though he let the thought simmer, for uncertainty was born within his bones, and he’d rather not bring up false ideas.
When she speaks, his ears perk to listen, just as he began to remember her from the time they saved an antlered man in the Threshold, when he found his brother Evers and what a day that was. He reminisced quietly while she spoke, asking if she was trespassing then offering her name. A small chuckle escapes the mans lips as she shakes his head, his beard swinging with such a movement.
“No, not trespassing. Just a curious citizen of the Edge is all.” He begins, offering her a brilliant smile of his own. “I’m Darwin. It’s a pleasure to meet you Macaria.” After a small reassuring smile, another chuckle escaped his lips. “Let’s hope we don’t have to go on another rescue mission, huh?” He questioned, a wink escaping his river stone gaze, hoping she might remember.