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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.
The painted spy had pressed the concern about her sister to the back of her mind in the wake of the meeting. She’d been so damn proud at how Alysanne had risen to the occasion and not shrunk one inch under undue criticism. Her sister’s strength had told Iona all she’d needed to know. Her quiet sister - once meek, once too trusting - had matured into a figure she was powerful to stand both beside and behind. Though Alysanne doubted her own strength, she wore it plainly, and Iona could hardly contain her pride. From the moment she had stepped up to claim her place as Queen, Iona felt the pride swell in her chest to a point where she was afraid her ribs would falter under the pressure.
She’d wanted to stay and say something to Alysanne right at that moment. But it was obvious that it wasn’t the time and so Iona had gone - fading away into the shadows and leaving her sister to the spotlight. She knew that she’d find time to pick Alysanne’s brain soon enough. She was more worried that her sister had taken some of the barbs to heart and was dutifully ignoring her wounds. Iona had a mind to make sure that none of the hateful words that had been spoken had wounded her sister, and that none of those wounds had been festering over time. The Edge would be hard pressed to find one more devoted to this place for as long as Aly had been. Isn’t that what they were calling her now? The Devoted? Now that was a name that her sister could surely live up to.
Iona never had a difficult time locating her sister. For one thing, even in the thickest of mists her sister’s white coat stood out. But the heat of Tallsun kept the mists from reaching their fullest potential anyway. And of course there was also that mythical twin sense that those without a twin simply couldn’t fathom. It wasn’t a sort of radar or mind reading, but the two sisters had certainly developed some sort of intuition early on and strengthened it over time. She picked her way between the trees carefully and landed in the meadow where she’d seen her sister.
When she caught sight of her lighter twin, Iona mocked up a thoroughly halfhearted bow by extending one of her large black wings and tucking her nose to her shoulder. The play at decorum only lasted a heartbeat for the painted spy was wearing a smirk when she looked back to her sister. “Don’t get used to it,” she said with a toss of her thoroughly wind-tossed mane, “That was a one time thing and I’ll deny it if anyone asks.”
She eventually drew to a halt and rested a hind leg as she looked at her sister in silent appraisal, as if searching for the physical evidence of the wounds inflected by the words flung so carelessly at the meeting. Eventually, her gaze is drawn to her sister’s warm emerald eyes and Iona is sure that she can see the questions in her own matching pair.
“So…?” she said, simply. Iona, always the wordsmith. But there was an inherent question in such simple syllables. Normally, Iona wouldn’t even follow up with a further statement, but this was Alysanne after all. “How are you holding up?”