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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.
A dainty trail of hoof prints lay scattered in the damp sea sand, soon to be swept away by the eve’s tide. Their creator slunk ahead along the beach with a soggy tail and salt-stung hocks, his crown hung low as his reflection flashed in the sea foam. It wasn’t often that the serpent ventured so far from his western home, however, there was no keeping him at his outpost after the menace in the marshes not long ago.
Kaos was still out there and still at large and the occurrence in the dead corner was an omen so grim that it caused even Toulouse to begin counting stars, wishing desperately that not a single one would be out of place. This home of his was a place he liked - he would not sit back and see it destroyed as he would any other (like Dorobo… Gods spit on that place).
Those print-stamping hooves now took the snake across low tide’s gift of passage; a sandbar that stretched far into the sunburnt horizon. Aglow and brazen pink was the surface of the sand as well as his own sand-coloured coat. Like a flame he must have shone, crystalline eyes soaking in as much of the sunset as was possible.
Casting that same tear-coloured gaze skywards the gelding noted the violet sky and the abundance of stars that dotted it. It was a sky-scape he would protect from the clutches of that gruesome foe at most costs.
It was then that his muscles felt loose and stretched as if they were far too thin. Eager and in great need for sport was every inch of his cream bodice, it seemed.
Toulouse’s stained nose turned out across the landscape, a barren fire of oranges and pinks that made up the dunes surrounding the Throat. Surely a competitor would emerge - they were a land that was well renowned for their fighters and nought much else.
So it was with a great few stomps in the sand and a screech from the very back of his lungs that Toulouse the specter beckoned to each warrior of that god-forsaken island, hooting and hollering the promise of a challenge. Standing in the center of his chosen arena the serpent ceased his cries and watched for an answer, keen eyes tracing over the horizon.
He had no such titles to accompany his name besides that of specter - nothing that rang with brilliance or might. The serpent was not Toulouse the Undefeated nor Toulouse the Charming. Toulouse was no one.
The toothed lash of his most prized possession fell from its place around his neck as if to remind Toulouse of its existence. How did he ever enter a fight without her? “Cākāna” the serpent hissed somewhat lovingly towards the charming bullwhip as he reached for its leather handle with his teeth.
The specter would try his hardest to prepare himself before such a challenger made themselves known, and so with a glance over the sand bar he inspected their playing field. There were some small rocks, shells, seaweed and the occasional starfish one would have to avoid, although, aside from the multitude of miniature obstacles there was no immediate dangers within his own proximity. The surface, while wet was perhaps ideal for traction and wouldn’t allow for much sliding - however, should one hit the water, slipping and spilling was a great possibility.
The sun spoke its farewells; final whispers of heat on the wind and the last of its colour awash upon the shore. A magnificent evening; memorable at least. Plus with Cākāna back at his side, this would be a fight to remember.
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setting; a SANDBAR near the RIPTIDE ISLES and the DRAGON'S THROAT. the sand is damp but not slippery and there are some nasty rocks to look out for.
summary; toulouse walks to the sandbar and admires the sunset which causes him to think about how he doesnt like kaos lmao and then gives a hoot and a stomp for a challenger to fite him!
he sands in the CENTER of the arena HOLDING HIS BULLWHIP.