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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.
08-27-2012, 09:20 PM (This post was last modified: 08-27-2012, 09:22 PM by Ink.)
The sea roars ahead of me, all foam and no bite. Well, it does bit a little. The water is cold as it slaps against my fetlocks, tugging at my tail so that black streams of diluted ink pour out like strange seaweeds. The sun is warm against my back and the pale sand behind me equally as nice to the touch - not overbearing as it has been.
This is not the first ocean I've seen. I remember the Moonlit Tides from Isilme, a place I dared to call home briefly. I'd thrown my creations into the sea boldly then, hoping in vain one might survive the rough waves and the endless blue. None ever did of course. I'd though back then it meant there was no hope. In think I realize now it just means ink is weaker than water. I can be foolish sometimes. Anger particularly makes one foolish. Sadness does too, the frailer brother to anger. I'm familiar with them both. They fill you up and make you feel strong in a certain way. Yet they're incredibly empty emotions. They provide little sustenance for growth and inevitably cripple.
I can see that for the first time now. I may not always be in this mindset, this clarity, but I'll cherish this epiphany and perhaps, just perhaps, if I keep it close enough to my heart, I'll remember the way I feel right now when I feel that anger or that sadness again. I'll remember how pointless those things are, how useless they are. Maybe, just maybe, I'll learn.
One can only hope for such things.
For now though, I'm content listening to the wind and the waves and watching the trails of ink on the damp sand of the shore.
I smile an honest smile, a thing of beauty on a face of such heavy despair.
This is what happens when you suffer and then are released from that suffering. My lack of speech remains, an eternal suffering I'll cope with, but in this period of relief from the heat and my temporary loss of drawing, I now have the ability for gratitude. For the first time in my life I can appreciate the absence of something terrible, because for the first time, something terrible is absent.
For the first time in a long time I don't dwell or mope or even introvert.
I don't think about the death of my parents.
I don't think about the lack of my voice.
I don't think about the capacity for cruelty in those so like me.
I don't think about the loss of my birthland.
I don't think about the death of so many.
I don't think about this shitty, dying planet and morality.
I don't think about the sun's rage just days ago.
I don't think about those strange girls who stole me.
And I definitely don't think about why my penis had been stiff every morning lately, swinging like a tree trunk between my legs and making it difficult to pee. A small annoyance compared to the others, but a constant one, and a new one that leads to constant aggravation.
I don't think about any of this as I look out at the blue field. I feel weightless and I smile and smile and smile.
Tag me only if starting a new thread.
Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.