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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.
10-04-2012, 01:46 PM (This post was last modified: 10-04-2012, 01:47 PM by Knox.)
Young colt felt the brush of a near stranger's mane against his face, heard her urging him to take hold of her when he had never before taken hold of anyone. Trust was a foreign concept, one he held only between himself and his companion, and without an understanding of its depth. To take part in it so readily now was unfamiliar, and he was left with a sense of heavy hesitation.
But the thirst compelled him. His dried and cracked lips parted to take hold of what had become his salvation, and he took his first steps guided by another towards the pitch that was the oasis. He listened only as she spoke; he gave her no answer. She reassured him of the presence of his companion, but until she was beside him he could not rest.
She explained the water to him, mentioned its smell. Strange that he had never smelled it before, he thought. It rushed past, leaving spray across his twitching skin, filling in the gaps between the hairs of his thickening coat. He had lost the covering of a foal, yet regained it in the face of Frostfall. Frostfall- until then he had to live like this. It seemed impossible now that blindness overtook him. How foolish he had been to agree so readily to the task given to him by the gods.
He had heard once that his father had been blind. He remembered his first thought upon hearing of his father's condition: What sort of Sentinel couldn't see? To guard in darkness, to live in it; how could one grow powerful then? It was why he had journeyed to the gods for his magic in the first place- to learn how to live without sight as his father once had. He longed to learn from his father- longed to see him one day.
But now in the darkness he saw nothing. Perhaps it had been a foolish hope to think that the dead lived behind the eyes of the blind. Forlorn, his ears twitching madly to keep him grounded in sound, he bent to the surface of the water. It splattered his features, colder than he had ever expected it could be. Why had he never thought of water as so cold before? It had been sustenance he had taken for granted- but as he drank it now, let it sink into his senses and fill his form with strength, he could not understand how he ever would have thought it unimportant.
He felt Manhattan beside him breathing and bending to drink, and reassurance swept over him as he understood at once that his only love in this world was safe. He did not turn to face the mare now- he had long since dropped her mane and could no longer locate her. But into the darkness he parted dripping lips and spoke his gratitude.
"Thank you," came the simple words. Renewed now, he remembered her questions. Who was he- where was he from? Good questions. He was the son of the noble Sentinel and the wicked black widow, from blood and mental drills, from spoken commands and a twisted sense of family. He longed for something different now, an escape from all that cruelty that he was bred to believe was love. But without that, was he really anything?
"I am Knox," the colt murmured, his voice low, his head beginning to ache. "I... I am from nowhere. Not anymore."