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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.
Ros seemed to be in a trance, seeing him but not really seeing him - at least not until he shifted and she got an eyeful of the form he could take. Mesec made sure to keep his head low and as un-menacing as possible as she managed to contain her freak-out pretty well, all things considered.
He paused in his, well, sniffing when another figure joined them - introducing himself as Tilney, apparently one of the Moon Doctors. Mesec didn’t fail to note how the antlered stallion looked at him, which really wasn’t surprising. He was a horse-sized wolf-creature, after all. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” His voice was quiet and calm, hoping to reassure the healer, and he moved to continue the search when more interruptions came.
First their king, pinning Mesec with his gaze and speaking in a disbelieving tone. “Uh yeah… hi.. King Tembovu.” Mesec paused in his sniffing long enough to acknowledge the latest arrival to the search party, ducking his large, fuzzy head in a greeting. He didn’t want to waste time with explanations just yet, however, they were after all there to conduct a search.
But then, of course, Erthë showed up. Mesec surprised himself with feeling a little annoyed - he intended to talk to the pale girl after they returned to the Edge but here she was, changing the topic of conversation to him and not to the one they were seeking. Mauja could be dying and every moment was precious, they didn’t have time for this right now.
Still, his head and tail drooped at her words and he stole one of those precious moments in the hopes that she wouldn’t continue to slow them down - turning around to face them. “I’m sorry, Erthë. I didn’t have control then… I’ll explain everything to you all, I promise.” His silver gaze flickered to Tembovu, to Roskuld, with a weight of sadness that changed to determination when he focused on his sister. “But after we find Mauja.” With that, he turned away from them and resumed his search - wishing it was as easy for his mind to turn away from her words as it was for his body.
He continued sniffing at the ground in all directions - feeling ridiculous but remembering seeing wolves do this sort of thing when they were hunting. And it felt… right? while he was in this form? Like the furry, large body had instincts he had not known about when the shifts were uncontrollable.
It was faint, almost entirely erased, but it was there. Embarrassingly, his tail started to wag of its own accord as his mind recognized the scent he had known since foal hood. Quickly gaining control over his own body - hopefully before anyone saw - Mesec turned his silver eyes to the group and confirmed his find. “He’s here. This way!” Mesec shouted barked at his searching companions and picked up the pace into a gentle lope while keeping his dark nose close the surface. Twice he slowed, picking up the scent again and changing direction. It wasn’t a trail exactly - he did not think he was picking up on where Mauja had been but rather were he was as the scent grew just a little stronger through the cracks in the glacier.
He moved carefully, thankful for his padded feet on the snow-covered ice, but even still his body lurched forward when his front paw slammed through some layers of snow and his face connected with the snow before it before he could scramble back. Wincing with pain, he examined the hole his leg had made and discovered that it just kept going. “Careful… there’s some sort of hole beneath the snow here.” He warned his companions - whichever of them were keeping up with him now (surely Ros, at the very least) - but his gaze stayed on the dark abyss that small hole formed.
A small hole that held stronger wisps of Mauja’s scent. Still chilled and still stale, as though it had not been active in some time, but Mesec wouldn’t let himself worry about why it might not be fresh. He refused to entertain thoughts of what they would find beneath the snow. Instead, he moved into action. With his back paws firmly placed on what he hoped was solid ground, he started to dig. “The scent is stronger here. Help me, but be careful!” He begged of those with him, not knowing how large the hole was and not wanting to see anyone else fall into it.
His great paws and claws burned from the ice and snow but he kept digging, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the icy chamber of the glacier, his heart beating faster and faster with each passing moment.
Please be alive, please be alive.
His frantic digging paused when enough sunlight reached into the glacier to illuminate a figure lying at the bottom - he felt his breath catch at the sight as well, as though his body was stilling in solidarity with the motionless figure below. “MAUJA!” Mesec shouted into the cavern, as though his voice enough would be enough to wake him. Fear and concern boiled together with him as he moved once more, this time calling the shadows around him and in a pop of darkness he disappeared from the top of the hole…
… and appeared at the bottom. He glanced upward to where the sun was shining briefly, hoping that the others stayed safely there, but quickly turned his attention to Mauja - his silver speckled muzzle reaching to nudge his friend gently and disturb the layer of snow that had fallen over him like a blanket.