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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.
A nose left short, dabbling depressions in the snow as the body pushed it through, trailing pawprints on either side of the singular dotting. Beside it crescents turned into sunken gulches as the heavier body plowed through the pale seas, leaving a wake of ruined, white canyons.
The dog and horse walked on.
The black and white collie stopped abruptly, his head jerking up so quickly his nose was still mounded with snow and sent it flying like a diamond rain. With his folded ears cocked and tail erect he set his amber gaze to the horizon and burned holes into it with his intensity to know.
Beside him the buttermilk stallion shuddered to his own halt. Like a machine powering down so his limbs slowed to a crawl until they ceased to work at all. Mechanical he must surely be as steam rolls off his body in faint wisps while he exhales smoke and flecks of fire.
The black powder collected in the creases of his nose burns as his frustration churns like a maddening thing inside him.
"What is it," he whispers to the dog, his voice a rich whine of impatience. He feels chilled to the bone with the snow up to his knees and the sun barely gracing his back in these deep woods. His heart is leaden for other reasons that coil even tighter, but these most obvious affronts have him clenching his jaw in this moment.
The dog does not speak; he never does. He only throws a shoulder's look at the stallion that is his master and then moves off at a quicker pace. Ricochet heaves a grumble in response but settles into a high trot to follow the mutt all the same.
It does not take long for the silver bullet cutting her path through the forest to be noticed. The taut lines on a worried face relax and tilt into a partial smile as his teal gaze graces her form, legs meanwhile continuing to bring him ever closer to her. She is a beautiful thing, he can tell even from afar that she has steady conformation, an attitude to her step, and most of all, an equine composition. He called out to her with a deep bugle in his rash excitement.
Relenting on his pace as he got closer Ricochet sunk into a halt a stride or two ahead of her, the whole side of his body position at its side to her front. He bowed his neck to let his scar be as hidden as it could. He wore the marring with a mixture of shame and pride. Every twinge of pain it sent curling through his body was just another sharp reminder of his resolve - he would constantly improve until he arose victorious above all else and had conquered the world with the equine race.
It was a heavy thing to wear.
"Good day," he greeted casually, as if crossing an acquaintance rather than a stranger. All equine were family to him. Upon closer inspection he realized what he could not see from afar. Her muscles were a thin mold over her bones and there was a haunted expression in her eyes that troubled him. It sent a fracture in his lopsided grin, causing the ends of his lips to twitch with dissatisfaction. Fire curled from his nose as he blew a heavy gust of steam and anger. Black hairs whipped at his flanks and teeth clicked like bird feet on ice. The Incendiary raged.
"This is unacceptable!" he suddenly bellowed, teal eyes rolling in a world of white as his head knocked on heaven. The dog at his side hunched down against the snow, tail wrapping against his nose as he feared the abrupt wrath of his keeper. Normally the mutt at least understood the cause of the rage, but there was no obvious target, not when an equine mare stood before him.
"No equine should be made to this state," he snarled, at no one in particular, while his body continued to thrash periodically in the form of a striking leg or gnashing teeth. "No equine."
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