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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.
It was not a new sensation for the stallion. The dark had often comforted him in his youth and running was often a solution, although not in the most direct sense. The only time he had ever run away was following the physically damaging and emotionally wearing battle with Smoke. Otherwise Ricochet tended to run towards things, not from them.
Tonight he ran because his body demanded it.
Leaving Kimber nestled in the pocket of a tree and a grassy slope, he'd brushed her forehead with his whiskers and then slipped away from her side. What had started as a walk to clear his mind had shifted into a trot to burn the anxiety from his legs. That soon became a canter to waste the fire still roiling in his gut, the after effects of that meeting still tossing around inside of him. The canter had become a gallop in a matter of strides - if he ran fast enough maybe all of his thoughts, all of his worries, all of his faults would be left behind in the dust.
And then he could burn it.
He ran to, towards the dawn. The rise of the day would bring an inevitable shift and he sensed his call for a challenge would hold in the golden light. His body needed the chance to grow limber and for the muscles to bulk with the brief exertion. He was fit by all means, traveling had seen to that, though it had been some time since he truly fought. Concern on that regard did not consume him however, youthful arrogance saw to that.
Running hooves brought a sound like thunder over the plains as the dunskin streaked across the grass. He moved like liquid gold, his shadow sailing beside him. Far behind him now slept Kimber, Guns watchful at her side. Ahead of him, a red leaf danced on the wind. The same wind that knotted his mane and fanned out his tail. The same breeze that cut into his eyes and pinched at his face. Squinting, he only just barely made out the figure.
He slowed, tiredness already starting to set in as a line of sweat darkened his nape and his flanks. Wary to encounter anyone after that meeting, Ricochet was nonetheless curious. He did not know this herd and already many an ally, of sorts, had popped up. Where did this lone figure stand in that sense?
As he slowed his sight sharpened. In the poor light of the night however, he could not well make out the colt he'd never met. For a fleeting moment he even thought the figure Evangeline, the shape of the dragon above leading his mind to wander - surely she was not here in this herd with him. Nearly laughing at himself Ricochet trotted towards the stallion, his voice strong but friendly. "Hey ther-" Stopping short Ricochet gawked as he pulled alongside the other. Teal eyes widened with disbelief, nose flaring to gather as much scent as he could. The dragon! The pieces fell into place rapidly and in his excitement Ricochet surged forward to embrace the stallion in a hug of chests and necks, his throat whinnying out the name. "Jackal!"
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