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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.
12-06-2014, 09:00 PM (This post was last modified: 12-06-2014, 09:00 PM by Essetia.)
A wandering loneliness sent the moon child away from the Falls on little other than a whim. In the interest of rediscovering the beauty of Helovia Essetia meandered aimlessly from one place to the next, settling here and there before moving on with no real memory of the things she’d seen. Nothing was truly everlasting nor did it leave an impression on her empty mind no matter the many faces she’d met or the experiences she’d had. This life had proven uneventful… disdainfully so. What had she come back for, other than her father? The former King had abandoned her; he had left her an orphan dealing with the pity of eyes that gazed but could not see. Of course the filly had shunned them in favor of isolation and an eternity of hateful devotion to the idea of a traitorous sire so undeserving of mention that she had thrust his very name from her vocabulary. Though the sting of his memory still lingered on, his face had become nothing more than a shadow in the depths of her black conscious.
Essetia was not a mournful creature yet hell-bent on revenge on anyone for past mistakes, but the heaviness she carried was enough to drown the innocence she once possessed as a youth. Much of her former life had been forgotten with maturity even though the carelessness of her childhood was still missed. She and Romul had come so very far from their past but the future was not something that proffered relief. Instead it gifted them numerous cruel reminders of the things that waited for their recognition. It was time to piece the puzzle together, no matter how painful or morose it might be.
Snow was blown over the tundra creating bodies in the frost that could’ve been mistaken for reality if the mare and her companion hadn’t known any better. But they did not last long because the frozen beings danced over the swells to a silent song before dispersing into the breeze and sailing off into the distance. Essetia momently kissed the cold, bidding the ghosts farewell as their existence drifted off into the sea before becoming part of the world’s methodic rhythm. It was another loss to another day that left no scar upon her heart no an impression on her quiet mind. Everything was blank and unfeeling.
The landscape was slick beneath her wide hooves and while Romul had no trouble navigating the icy tundra, the mare would slide on occasion with the inevitable dip or rise. Her muscles worked beneath a thick winter hide that had grown darker with the season but it did little to improve upon her transition into adulthood. She had grown too fast for Romul’s liking and now that she was no longer a small girl, he feared that he would have to contend with male interests of which he felt were inferior. The mare was his and his possessiveness over her had only multiplied with age and the fact that they had both deserted Helovia for a time together and alone. The canine had been Essetia’s only protection in the wilds and she had relied on him for everything including her sanity. Whatever made the wolf feel entitled to so much before had only grown in their time unaided and essentially isolated… ultimately creating a monster of the pup.
Changed. Everything changed. Romul’s voice echoed along the hollow caverns of her mind as Essetia clambered her way across the tundra. The wolf had gone ahead of her in order to scout the way or perhaps attempt to ignore the clumsy mare as she lunged awkwardly along the ice. There was a particular cave in which she’d seen as a child that now drew her undivided interest upon exploring the Frozen Arch, but the time it was taking to find it was making it something of a chore. As the badger-faced girl huffed with impatience, she paused in order to remind Romul of where his true loyalties lie. He evaded her of course because his interest in the land was far superior to the nagging companion in which he had lately waited on, hand and foot. You devil, she remarked with humor.
Only an ominous cackle was given in response.
Smiling to herself, Essetia veered off to the left at the sight of a towering arch made of crystalline ice. It had been a while since she’d seen such majestic beauty in something other than the memory of her dead mother, but this was the very thing she’d been looking for. It was slow-going as she traversed the frozen soil on weary legs, but in time she found herself face to face with the small cave she’d discovered as a filly. It was much smaller than she’d remembered but of course everything had appeared so large and vast to her then… But of course, now nothing was as magical as it once was… not even Helovia.
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