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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.
10-10-2016, 10:09 PM (This post was last modified: 10-11-2016, 09:46 AM by Mavuto.
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She had barely noticed the young stallion, so focused had Mavuto been on moving forward into this new hellish quagmire of a forrest, but his voice trailed her, as did he as she moved past. The sound of his incessant nagging voice and the motion of him trotting behind her in the farthest corner of her vision grated as bad as the most determined of flies and so she moved to swat it down. With a feral sort of hiss she spun to face her gilded fly, and lurched forward to meet him head on. Manic eyes were wide and wild but they paid no heed to his horn or height; Mavuto had never taken much consideration of an opponent's size when picking fights and the little devil was not about to start now.
“Kutomba mwenyewe!” Her teeth clacked together with the order, sending her quill piercings beneath one eye twitching like exaggerated whiskers. She should have remembered that this was the first horse she had seen in days and a good opportunity to check for leads on her quarry but he’d just had to try and scold her. Though she had difficulty in speaking the language he spoke, she understood enough to know his gist. Who was he to scorn her behavior?!
She got an answer soon enough, or thought she did when another voice reached down to where she stood. Her molten gaze moved to rest on a bearded man some ways away and once she’d worked out his meaning her face split into an amused and toothy grin. Her bark of laughter was sharp, full of appreciation for the bearded man’s suggestions but the “Prince Charming” comment had her turning here eyes back of the pesky fly and reconsidering an attempt to squash him. The idiom was lost on her and she considered before her what she could now assume was a prince whose name was Charming.
A prince of any land should be at least somewhat knowledgeable about the comings and goings, especially of anyone as notable as Tembovu, who was sure to make and impact wherever he went. Now a valuable source of information, Mavuto changed her tack and approached the young stallion with all the charm and grace she would afford to any foreign royalty: none whatsoever. She stepped toward him again, not seeming to care in the least whether she crowded his pompous personal space. “Mavuto look for-the G-general.” She said in her quick, clipped voice. “Kuniambia ambapo yeye ni!” she ordered before she could even catch herself. Gritting her teeth around a frustrated puff of air, she tried to force herself to slow down enough to translate as she spoke.
It took some effort, and her heart was already racing at the prospect of finding a fresh print on her trail. Descriptions of her quarry and questions sprung from her gut to her mouth but she bit them back—her native tongue would do no good here. “He big. One horn, color of sand. Call him Tembovu.” She might have managed better if she could calm down but even her honey eyes burned with intensity as she stared down the “prince” “Talk, Charming!”
Translations
“Kutomba mwenyewe!” - Go fuck yourself!
“Kuniambia ambapo yeye ni!” - Tell me where he is!
M A V U T O sweat dripping down your chest
thinking ‘bout your tattooed knuckles
that girl is a p r o b l e m