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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.
A half-sized head, tearful and heavy, pressed firmly into the chest of his friend and brother. Reichenbach didn't mean it, he just wanted to spar! See, there was an explanation, just as he thought. Pushing his teary eyes further into the sweaty skin of the much tealler warrion, Pippin failed numberous times to hold back the quaking sobs errupting from his chest, and frankly, he wasn't even sure why he was crying. Perhaps it was simply joy that his friend hadn't truly intented to attack him, or perhaps it was a whole mixture of overwhelmed and heightened emotion.
Turning his head once more against the muscular breast of the goliath, Pippigrin opened his eyes to behold the beautiful dawn that they had fought under once again. The breathtaking ocean view was something that only caused his tears to fall more and more, his ears flopping against his neck as he continued to bury his head into his brother's chest. The hobbit spoke no words, for he could think of nothing to say. Perhaps he could apologise for assuming the man was capable of assaulting him for the heck of it, when come to think of it, Pippin didn't think Reichenbach was capable of such a heinous thing. King hitting a friend? Never. A seasoned warrior was he, but certainly not a cut throat.
The pain, still radiating from his many wounds, began to overwhelm the hobbit once more. The water of the sea below called to him, his mind drifting to the salt water's vicious sting but their miraculous helaing properties.
Without another peep the tiny stag began his descent to the north shore, wings dragging and head hung low. Frightened to enter the water, fearful of it's vicious sting, Pippigrin looked to the bay man who had caused his injuries. He'd only go in if he went with him.
Set after their fight on the north shore of the throat!
04-19-2017, 03:39 AM (This post was last modified: 04-19-2017, 03:42 AM by Reichenbach.)
R E I C H E N B A C H
I will perform a dead defying act
And I won't fall
I'm brave, I can save the very small
I'm everything but I'm nothing at all
As Pip quaked in his chest, Reich couldn't help the ragged rise and fall of his own sharp breaths - though he wasn't in tears like Pip, it was hard not to be shook by the sudden rush of emotions that barrelled into him. He'd not really, truly had a friend for such a long time and now... well, this fight seemed to have clicked something over within the two of them. Brothers in arms, fighting for their home... it seemed such a rush of happiness and emptiness at the same time for the heart-weary stallion. He missed Rhaegar terribly, though he often tried to deny it, and now here was a pint-sized someone that wasn't entirely going to fill the hole that his brother had left... but was creating a new nook just for himself. Pip now sat comfortably in a small, reserved spot within Reichenbach's large, weary heart. He smiled tiredly, tucking the grey stallion deeper into his chest protectively.
His breath started to slow and even out as the dawn bloomed and warmed, their ocean sided home stunning underneath the suns embrace. It would be another pleasant, hot day. It was only as Pip began to make his way to the water that Reich remembered his wounds - and they all swamped him immediately, making everything ache, sting and burn. A wince belied how painful they were, and he followed his fellow warrior toward the edge of the water with anticipation. The salt water would be good for the wounds... but goodness, they'd be painful. He looked to Pip and made a face, scrunching up his nose as he stepped into the cool water, pausing as the water reached his knees. Gods, the tear on his underside was going to kill. "On three?" He asked in his baritone voice, humour returning to his silver gaze. He huffed a breath and then counted: "3... 2... 1!" A great whoosh of breath left him as he leaped up and out, splashing into the deep water with a great wash of salty water.
Submerged, his face scrunched in pain and he leaped upward instantly. "Yooouch!" He cried with a laugh as he broke the surface, a giddy laugh echoing outward to his companion. The water washed sweetly over his back, stinging in a ridiculously savage manner. "My father always told me that the sting is the wound getting better... I'm starting to think he only said so because otherwise I'd never dare to jump in!" Sooner or later Pip would learn all about his family - and that when he said 'father' he wasn't referring to his flesh and blood, but to his adoptive sire. He'd soon learn that when he said 'brother', he meant Pippigrin.