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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.
09-16-2012, 09:42 AM (This post was last modified: 10-04-2012, 12:22 AM by Knox.)
Young colt felt hoofbeats shaking earth at the river bank, and wondered if it was the end. Was this death coming for him, speaking his name in a bid to call him into whatever realm awaited him? But no, he pieced together the words spoken, and none of them were his name. The touch of a velvet nose and lips brushed his face. He had never been kissed before- was this a kiss? Surely the reaper did not kiss those he stole away, surely this must have been something different. He felt exhaustion sweep over him to the point where he felt unable to move, even as the strange voice urged him upwards. He was unaware of the several minutes that passed before he could bear to open his eyes to the blackness and heed her words.
On heavy limbs he rose, teetering disturbingly from side to side. Upon his features, the glow of the white bridle had dimmed only to a dull shine, making the dapples across his eyes a sight marred by darkness. Manhattan stirred beneath the hot breath of the stranger and at the departure of Knox's warmth, whining softly in a feeble attempt to protect her master. Her paws braced against the ground and she tried to stand, but hunger gripped her and she fell as if she would never again rise. He felt her leave his side and panic struck him with the same speed that his blindness had. "Manhattan," He murmured as he lowered his head to her side, nudging her to rise. "Come, little one," He begged, desperation seeping through the cracks in his voice and the melancholy tone.
He found he was entirely unaware of his surroundings in a new way. With Manhattan too weak to stand, he felt empty and cold, as if there was nothing left- and to top it all off, he could not see. He had no understanding of where he stood, where the stranger was in relation to himself- when he lifted his head to breathe in more deeply the scents of the land, he found himself unintentionally brushing the mare's neck. He took in her scent instead, but did not recognize it. He did not recognize anything, for that matter- the way the earth felt beneath him was new and strange; the young colt had never before experienced the forgiving sands that coated the dragon's throat territory. He wondered faintly if that was where he was- he could recall faint descriptions of the land, but they all seemed to fail him in that moment.
At his feet, Manhattan whined and cried. Before him, the mare told him to find water. Around him everything was black. He turned in what he thought was the direction of the mare and once more drew too close, this time bumping her cheek with his nose. He drew back quickly, apologetically, not repulsed by the touch so much as unfamiliar with its concept. He found himself stumbling and struggling to stand on legs that yearned to fold and rest, found himself turning desperately as if it would allow him to see once more. She had told him to get water, he remembered that faintly. "I-" he began, feeling nervous and upset, unable to form full thoughts aloud, "I-I'm blind."
The statement was a simple fact, but it was spoken as if a mournful cry, a burgeoning question or desire for what he lacked. He turned back to where he thought she rested, unable to truly tell in the cimmerian ink that was now his vision. He looked at her pleadingly, desperately. Lead me to the water he thought, filled with hopefulness and helplessness but unwilling to admit that he possessed either. At his feet, Manhattan whined.