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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.
08-31-2016, 11:30 PM (This post was last modified: 08-31-2016, 11:31 PM by Ampere.)
I'm weak when you miss me.
when you roll me on your tongue
Slumber stirred to wakefulness as the day unfolded and the desert bloomed into life. Blue eyes shifted behind dark lids, lashes fluttering tightly against a bright flash that washed a dim red over the field of her dreams. Burned, the image of sleep broke away as Ampere awoke. She stirred slowly at first, not yet conscious of what had roused her or the significance it carried. Casually she stretched onto her sternum, extending first one foreleg, then the other and wiped the sand from her eyes as the rest pushed around her hooves.
With a grunt she rose to her feet and shook of the red grains that clung eagerly to her coat. She moved at an amble across the desert plains, grabbing at what leaves she could find, always working towards the oasis as she went, thirst an inevitable need. Around her more and more horses became active, and like a faint buzzing you're able to ignore until it persists, so was Ampere's growing awareness that something was askew. Kygo, the green parrot diving on the thermals above her, noticed it too. The horses were bustling, but more than she remembered. Their chatter was dissonant and haunting, and she found herself inexorably drawn towards them, her pace quickening with every denizen that passed her.
Bustling, she crested a dune to the oasis shore, her child-swollen sides heaving back and forth with excess energy even as she stopped short. A cry might have leapt from her parted lips if not for the fact her throat ran suddenly dry that it hurt. There, before her among the sands and the amassed herd, was Gaucho.
Except, that wasn't Gaucho.
Ampere unfailingly recognized him, well accustomed to the slopes of his flesh be they above or below her, but this had to be someone that just looked like Gaucho, because everything else was decidedly not him.
She moved forwards, stiff legged and unblinking as she stared. It wasn't Gaucho, because that horse that was on the ground was something weak and defeated, whereas the Gaucho she knew had such unyielding strength that it was terrifyingly intimating in as much as it was inspiring.
She was pressing closer to the throng, eyes burning with saline and feathers bristled to their very edges.
If that was Gaucho, then why did he not burn with the passion of the Sun and the light of his encompassing heart? The horse she was looking at now was cold and unburnt, devoid of anything remarkable that flames could roar into existence for.
She shouldered her way into the crowd, stopping just before her hooves scuffed his neck.
It couldn't be Gaucho... those items were obviously fakes, those markings just berry stains... those scars were just mocks and those corpses of companions were an obvious farce made out of clay. This wasn't Gaucho, this wasn't Gaucho, this wasn't Gaucho...
"Sikeaxe."
She didn't speak; her throat was closed in on itself. Tears ran freely down her face, carving silver against her black cheeks, magnifying the electric blue of her gaze which had gone utterly sullen with grey steel today.
"Sikeaxe," she intoned again, barely more than a squeak. The word seemed to exhaust her because them her flanks trembled as a quiet sob racked through her body. Ampere closed her eyes, pushing out the grief that welled in them. She clenched her teeth, the click of enamel an audible snap above the rest of the disquiet.
"SIKEAXE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HEAL HIM!" In a flash Ampere's gaze was alight and turned upon the healer made queen. In her spot Ampere quivered, like an arrow strung in its bow and ready to loose, her stare the sharpened edge of the flint head. "HEAL HIM DAMN YOU! CAN'T YOU SEE HE NEEDS YOU NOW!?"
Through her grit the anguish continued to come, a sterling stream that blurred her vision. "How dare you take his crown, when you haven't even tried!" Her ears sunk and her lips peeled back an ugly sneer across her teeth, exposing their weathered edges. All around her blue sparks began to gather, popping and snarling into form from the remnants of old life churned in the sands.
"Get up," she said lowly, dangerously, to the bay body there at her hooves.
"Get up I said!" she yelled suddenly, her wings flaring with an arc of angry lightning. Her head whipped down, snapping at a clump of his mane and jerking back forcefully on it. "You never give up!" she seethed, words forced between her teeth and the black hair therein. "Why would you stop fighting now!? Don't give up, FIGHT DAMN YOU!" She made to tug again, but the weight of his body seemed to drag her down instead as she bowed against her knees beside him, her head and neck slung over his flesh nearest her, wet sobs spreading staining him with salt.
"Please get up," she begged of his hairs as her exhale whispered into them. She breathed in, a racking, wheezing sound of despair, and she writhed at the fresh scent of him that her inhale drug in. How dare he still smell of heat and sweat and dry ocean breezes when he was like this - gone. Even his skin still felt warm the longer she laid on him, though it was a fading heat far more reminiscent of an ember than the Wildfire he had been.