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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.
08-07-2013, 01:08 AM (This post was last modified: 08-07-2013, 01:11 AM by Roskuld.)
Shit. Finally. The lizard was falling, finally dying from the combined efforts of me, Ma, and a whole load of other yahoos, and I was not sorry in the slightest to see him go. Good riddance, I say. In fact, I didn’t feel any sort of overwhelming emotion from its defeat; the monster was slain, and I could’ve felt super-duper happy or just relieved that it was over. Nope. All I felt was this minor irritation that this thing had been here in the first place and that this thing had inflicted these hurts all over my body, and now that it was gone, my irritation shifted into something like actual anger, focusing not on the monster’s blight—but upon one of my supposed “comrades”.
Fact of the matter is, that black bitch with the silver horn could’ve gotten me killed. Well, okay—maybe that was too harsh and a little unrealistic compared to what actually happened. But whatever the outcome, she did get in my way, she did distract me, and she did call me a child—and somehow that though got me more riled than anything else in that moment. It just…..gosh, but I was buzzing like a wasp. My body hurt everywhere, in my chest, under my stomach, in the muscles of my legs and my ass and all over the knots of my neck, but in the aftermath of the battle I walked my short ass right up to her, my head thrown up to look her right in the eye. I should’ve gone to see Ma and make sure she was okay—even congradulate her on the last blow. But no. I had business to attend to.
“Let’s get one thing goddamned straight,” I growled, my voice weaker and creaking with pain, but still biting and venomous in spite of the fact, “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you stay the hell out from under my hooves. You ain’t my momma, and I don’t need you fuckin’ up my rhythm, got it?” I did say I was furious in that moment, and in the confusion of the battle and the pain beating against my head, I didn’t know why at the time. But I wasn’t being arrogant with my warning; it wasn’t a sense of superiority that drove my words. Being a demi-god complicated a hell of a lot of things, but a sense of contemptuousness wasn’t one of its side-effects. Thing was, I knew I wanted my space, and I knew I wanted her to get the hell away from me—and I also knew that some incredulous question was beginning to form in my head: What kinds of people was I supposed to protect? All of them?
Hespera wishes she could keel over and collapse, die a quiet death and slip away to rejoin the gods, return to her home and rejoice in the peace of being a god. If only Tarleton had not refused her admittance... where would she be now? In Wenopa, watching over the House of Nighthelm? Would her damn half-brother be praying to her? Would she smite him to the earth with his prudishness and assholian-likeness? Throw him to the darkest regions and watch him wander until he starved? No death was too bad, too horrific, for the cremello idiot, traitor to his family. He had killed his own father for a bit of rank. If she were to leave the fucked-up land that was Helovia, it would be to cut him up and throw him to the wind. Perhaps Otienu would feast on his flesh, tear out his eyes before she cut open his silky throat with her glistening white horn. Bastard! Bastard, bastard, bastard! No respect, not even for the daughter of a god and Star Eater... Hespera's lips curl in a cruel snarl at the thought of him, and then Otienu's chirp of alarm breaks her memory-wallowing.
Shaking her head to rid herself of the last cobwebs, Hespera's audits flick, catching the sound of hooves marching on hard rock. Yet there is no need to be silent- clearly the young filly marching up to her is no master of subtlety.
She wasn't dead after all.
The unicorn lifts her head, nostrils flaring to drink in the scent of electricity, shocked. Hadn't she been flung far off by the lizard? Crushed beneath its paw? How could she have survived? Look, there was hardly a mark of blood upon her! Otienu chirped his agreement, cooing softly in the back of his throat, his surprise and pleasure throbbing through their bond. Don't be so happy, she warned him, even knowing he could not understand the foreign words she spoke. With a deep sigh rattling her chest, the mare picked her way towards the filly, the hard rock massaging her hooves. Only a few paces away, the girl spit out words, and she flinched and recoiled, stunned by the vehemence in the child's voice. No, she was not afraid, not of one so young- but she was impressed. This was not a child, but a morgrim. And a foul-mouthed one at that.
"I apologize; I have gravely underestimated your strength in battle. I am Hespera, daughter of Tarleton, God of the Sky somewhere far from here, and Arjuna the Star Eater." Otienu utters a soft cry indignantly from the unicorn's shoulder, upset at being forgotten. Laughing gently, Hespera pauses to add, "and this is Otienu, the little chaos-maker, and the bonded-of-my-heart. May I be so bold as to ask who you are, and how you are so strong for one so small?"