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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.
05-27-2014, 11:25 AM (This post was last modified: 05-27-2014, 11:37 AM by Bellona.)
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Sunlight cascaded downwards from the budding pink canopy that obscured the maiden's view of the sky. Her heart longed to break free from the shackles that travelling afoot has trapped her in, but the instruments resting at her sides are far too fatigued to attempt an escape. The peahen's journey from this very wood to the lands of her past had been arduous enough, and her distress at finding only the bones of her late tribe and the residence of man had struck the final blow.
Her discovery had allowed for rage to seep into her blood like poison, and she had unleashed her fury on anything that had been in close proximity to her.
She breathed deeply at the memory, drawing in the scent of redwood and oak through her naves. If the mare thought hard enough, she could almost smell the blood of the men she had slain. She shivered with pleasure from the memory of the hunt.
It was fortunate that the gods had blessed her with a cunning mind, for her thoughts had quickly morphed into something far more useful: retribution.
The ache in her striped pillars was no match for the force of her ambition, and the lady warrior kept up a grueling pace by sheer willpower. There was too much at stake, and especially now that she was the sole survivor of the war that had butchered her tribe. Unlike others who would rather sit idle and rejoin their family in death, the Azteca was prepared to fight to her last breath to keep their legacy alive.
With the taste of her enemies' flesh still on her lips, the maiden had remembered a land where equines seemed to breed with all sorts of other creatures. Her memories of the wolf and the glowing trees were still afresh after all these moons, and her annoyance with the striped one would breach the surface whenever she thought of their tree-lit gathering.
There had been a purple vixen there as well, but none of her peculiar company had left such a powerful brand on her mind as the stallion and his winged beast. It was his offer that had wedged itself so deeply inside her cranium, and it was the very idea of his words that had made the peahen fly westwards so fervently. Where once she had been forced to flee, she would now make her return. Perhaps with she as a vessel, the traditions of her old land could thrive in this new one.
Pale orange eyes caught hold of the towering redwoods that marked the end of her travels, and the warrior noted that these trees were dull in comparison to the ones that she had encountered before. She couldn't care less about the assortment of foliage one could find in this land, but what she did care about was the unnerving truth behind the change of scenery. Even when life had ceased to persist in Arto, it had gone on everywhere else.
The tribe did not sacrifice their lives so that you could waste yours. You owe it to them to survive.
And with those words resonating between her audits, the chieftess passed through the entrance, leaving her tribe behind but never forgetting their legacy.
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