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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.
As they strolled and conversed, Fiore found he liked this kind of interaction the most. The gentle words passed between two strangers who were slowly becoming more acquainted with one another was almost a great adventure in itself. There was a story behind each face, each well travelled hoof and each nasty looking scar. Behind the pretty items, the wild magic and the loyal companion. A story came with all of it, surely! It was this that Fiore enjoyed most about being in a new herd. There would come a time when faces would become old friends, old teachers or even students. These were things the young Sergeant had never felt before and he cherished each little memory, for although they may be trivial to some, Fiore found they warmed his heart in ways he had never experienced. It was the first time he'd walked into another land and not felt the itch in his bones to travel once again. He had found a contentment he thought he never could.
New feelings aside, he glanced at the chestnut and white splashed hide of Cheveyo and smiled at her words. Indeed, Fiore had been given the ultimate welcome into the world of battle in this land, but at least he could walk into any spar knowing he'd seen worse. Unless Cheveyo hid an arsenal of weapons somewhere in her pretty, pale hair and if that was the case, he would regret these next words. "I may have to take you up on that." He responded lightly with the full intent of looking her up later for a dual on the cliffs edge.
Fiore listened next with great interest as Cheveyo dismissed his worries that perhaps she would be sad at the loss of her former home. In fact, she seemed practically happy that the event had led her to the borders of the Worlds Edge. He smiled brightly at her as he felt relief wash over his body. He had met one or two horses through out his lifetime who had lost a home and still he remembers their faces of distraught agony. In a sense, he too had lost his home, but much like Cheveyo, he cared more that it had led him here. Fortune comes in the strangest ways. "I'm glad! What is the Foothills like now?" he asked curiously and glad she had moved on. There was nothing worse than a burdened heart.
After that the attention was back on himself and Fiore had happily informed his new painted friend on a short version of his backstory. It wasn't much of a story really, more of an event that had happened many years ago, his life from then on had been rather sporadic and boring. Perhaps that was why his personality was like wildfire, to compensate for his rather sedate life so far. He was a simple horse who was living a simple life, until now it seemed. He was a little nervous with the focus on him, there wasn't much he could do in the ways of entertainment for Cheveyo, he had only old wives tales and pasture stories. She had paused once he had finished and Fiore politely waited her response to his dreary short tale and when she finally did speak, he smiled and nodded in agreement. "I like to think so too" he sighed and thought back to the young lad he had been "I cared little for that land. Though I regretted the loss of friends, it was the first time I'd ever felt free and so I kept running." It sounded selfish on his tongue, but he couldn't deny the truth. The wind that day had spurred him on from behind.