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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.
His mother's heartbeat had been his lullaby, and her voice the soothing scripture which flickered in and out of his ears with each passing day he grew. Aithniel's blood spoke in riddles and words beyond his comprehension, yet filled him with light and warmth, understanding and greatness.The tendrils of his heart reaching out to wrap firmly around what glimpses of his mother he could make out and latch onto, cementing and solidifying her exalted and beloved place within the small colt's heart. Even though she could not feel his soft but strong hooves against her swollen and tender belly, as much as he wanted her to feel them. To know that he was very much there, alive and waiting. Each syllable that made it past the walls to resonate within his shell was met by twitches and kicks from the first born son of the second flame. Each one stronger and stronger, waiting with anticipation that she might just hear the minute clicks, until he had huffed within the pearly capsule and pressed his dusty body against it and succumbed to the lengthy wait.
The upheaval was swift, disorientating and tumultuous at best. Buffeted unceremoniously by his egg hitting and sinking within the sands, the boy's vibrant reds had squinted open curiously with a stifled grunt after a moment of being pressed tightly shut against the sudden wave of light — and his tail slapping him squarely in the muzzle in the process. Blinking, whatever was causing the sudden wave of dizzying brightness was quickly shuttered out by silent silhouettes, and his small body stilled. Not even the warmth of a wing could get him to budge.
No words were heard, and though he knew his ma was somewhere outside of this suddenly too small and fragile egg, strongs legs didn't strike out just yet. Instead, his ears flickered and pressed against the soft shell casing to simply listen. Fortunately for his ma, and her companion, he hadn't developed much patience. He had flitted within her womb whenever certain things piqued his mothers interest, restlessly wanting to see what she had seen. What caused her to do this and that? There was only so long the colt could take being pressed against his egg searching for snippets of the outside world before he wanted to be in it. Tiny hind legs engaged as their small hooves chipped and broke away the shell which had kept him safe.
Each kick made the outside world clearer and his little heart hammered within his chest. He could hear voices! surely that was his mother and the other one which was bonded to her! waiting for him to valiantly make his way to her side. He gave one last kick which sent him sprawling into light, red sand instantly clinging to his ashy pelt and skull marked face, the fine hairs of his baby mane and tail bedraggled by the fluid which he'd spent many a day rolling around within with childish glee.
He was wet, dirty but he was alive and breathing. Tyrath's neck twisted as he sought out the voice he had heard as he first began to escape to freedom. His childish inquisitiveness to peer at everything and anything outside of the shell was ignored, the assault of vibrant splashes of colour upon his eyes or the loud bird calls of birdsong heralding him into life momentarily blocked out, he needed to see her, finally have a face to put to the voice which had kept him strong from within.
Pupilless pits of red eventually landing upon the figure of ash and embers, and his body twisted from it's long legged heap to better look at her, forelimbs outstretched already ready to stand. Silently staring up at the angel dressed in the ashes of retribution and justice, his small muzzle finally extended towards her and her griffin with a nickered call, filled with all the strength he could muster from his veins.