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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.
04-24-2016, 02:21 PM (This post was last modified: 04-24-2016, 08:22 PM by Vu.)
In my life I have generally been alone and left to my own devices with minimal contact with anyone else. I suppose if I were to be questioned on it I would have to say that I find the idea of conversing for the sake of conversing to be ridiculous in the extreme. I have always measured my words and dispensed them as though they are a precious commodity; naturally this served to further my isolation as most find this a disturbing trait and presume arrogance the source. Whispers behind rocks and trees not meant for me to hear everywhere I traveled and inquired as to my brother’s location. Little speeches meant to ridicule, hurt and wound my supposed pride were I to hear them. I have excellent hearing. Charcoal lids slide briefly closed against the memories; the past is not the present and I regretfully have not been attending the conversation as closely as I should while waiting for this stranger’s explanations
. Remember, child, in all things you must be aware and calculating. The pestering voice of a presumed dead mother fills my head this third time.
I need no reminders of this yet my subconscious intervenes regardless. Clear eyes now shift to the side, observing for the first time his appearance beyond the unusual patterns of his hide and bearded face. Why does he bear summer’s coat? A flash of concern dances across midnight features, he is sweating slightly and has not the warmth of a winter’s coat. The expression is quickly smothered, there and gone in the space of heartbeat. His words soon reach me and draw my eyes back to his, blinking lazily as it suits me. I cannot tell what he is thinking but I sense the subtle change in the air as perhaps some fear ebbs away from him. The eternal mask I bear becomes difficult to hold upon the word “banshee”..he thinks me a screeching demon? Never have I heard myself described as such before, not even by the whispering fools of my memories. Again he turns his gaze to my shoulders in confusion and I allow myself the barest moment of utter frustration but remain still as stone; a statuette.
Explain what happened to your wings? He finishes and I expel a small puff of air, the display of my frustration.
Blackened lips part and pull back, indifferent words on the tip of my tongue but immediately are swallowed back by the rustling sounds of another’s approach. Cerulean eyes turn to newcomer, unease threatening and stilling an already frozen form, my inexperience with others chafing against patience. Allowing my gaze to roam the mare’s features, I am tempted to relax. She seems most pleasant though I do not understand her speech and blink in surprise at the arrival of another foreign language to my ears. Her stockier frame is nothing if not lovely, curves forming in the right places balanced by budding muscle. It is clear she is younger than me though not by much and I quickly realize that I stand taller than she; something of a rare find for me. Dark brown eyes bear kindness and my own pools reflect it back to her until the stallion speaks out again and breaks through my façade slightly. For a few seconds my lips curl up into a bemused and hardly seen smile.
I look to him, the smile lingering slightly and reply softly, “Surely you do not think this one a banshee as well?” Turning away I address the mare next. “I do not understand.” My penchant for few words shining through, though I keep my tone light if not borderline friendly. The evening’s chill blows through then and I glance to the male curious how he is handling the frost and falling snowflakes. This new mare and myself have proper coats and I find myself thinking of other lands and how I suppose not everywhere sees the seasons at the same time as Helovia. Truthfully the weather is not a topic I pay close mind to and I enjoy standing in the rain as much as stretching out beneath the sun’s warmth. Another rustling sound breaks me from my silent musings and briefly I hope to find my brother descending from the skies. Knowing it cannot be him as he does not know where I currently am I feel a keen disappointment in my chest; an all too familiar ache building. Sure enough an even younger mare gracefully lands next to the foreign speaking mare and proceeds to examine everyone present as though they are under observation for a study. Neutrality firmly fixed in place, the former unease I felt pushing its way back and demanding I give it credence. Indeed, I easily give in and begin to formulate; weighing all options before me and debating with myself on how inappropriate it would seem if I were to simply turn and depart.
Deciding I care little what they may think of me I ignore the howling protests of my mother in the back of my mind and turn to go. Before I can put much action to use however the filly speaks and I stop squeezing eyes shut in unspoken annoyance. Fine, mother, you win. I turn back then, my new position placing me next to the male and I almost step away from him but compassion grips me when I notice a subtle tremor running the length of his spine. Instead of moving away, I shift so I stand mere inches from his banded wings so he can absorb what heat he can from me without contact. Physical contact is lost on me and in truth I dislike it immensely or I may have pressed a little closer.
Curse my compassion and damn these infernal rules.
The filly speaks again addressing the whole of the group once more and I raise an invisible brow at her announcement. Why she should think I would follow her is beyond my comprehension and my features and limbs freeze into their statuette form. Before I can speak my first companion of the evening does and I relax ever so slightly at his soothing tongue though I know not a word of it. He then appears to remember me and softly translates before looking sadly at the new fallen snow and saying another cryptic phrase. I quickly take my turn and this time my voice lacks light and is entirely indifferent though pleasant enough for my purposes. “Indeed it has, however I do not know why you would presume to have me follow you?” I cast a glance to my left at the stallion and for half a second confusion and concern share a dance in my eyes at his crestfallen expression.