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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 world begins to seep back into the consciousness of the stallion, traveling like the slow creep of sunlight as it lifts to spill over the night-riddled land every dawn. As eyelids flutter light begins to dance along the amber iris of Coris, pupils dilating then contracting hastily.
A low groan of despair eases from the lungs of the ravaged unicorn body. The sound elicits a scream from Venati as the falcon hops closer to the felled beast which he has never seen lay before. That avian cry seems to register something within the skull of the tanner, for his eyes sharpen, amber spinning through the haze of grey that is death to find the steel body of the bird. Something like a smile breaks the cracked lips of the stallion, and all at once he feels relief flood his system like a drug; Venati's relief.
Another voice floats in the desert air - why is it so hot Coris wonders unhappily - and the sound is like a muffled droll trying to break through the din of his mind. The words eventually wiggle against the front of his skull, fuzzy, like caterpillars, but something he knows. He grabs at them hungrily, eager to understand his situation.
The lift in tone suggests a question. Exactly what Coris can't seem to remember, and he spends a moment puzzling over what it was she asked. It feels as if it bounces between both of his ears, and each time it strikes one it becomes more clear, more solid, more real. Your name?
Name, name, name. He had a name, didn't he?
"C-c-c" he begins, his tongue feeling like an odd weight in his mouth, swollen with thirst and raw with infection. "Co-RIS!" As he finally got a grip on his name the sensation of a searing horn thrusting into the meat of his body cut his mild tones into a shrieking wail that began with the tail end of his name. Venati screamed in similar agony, taking to the skies in a flurry of hasty feathers, eyes sharp with worry and pain as he threw terrible insults down at Onni from above.
A tingling sensation crawled up the spine of the unicorn and washed his mind in a numbing effect. It made him shudder as he lay, extinguishing all previous urge he'd had to lift his head and try to rise. He remained content to keep his head pressed to the flat of the sand and the red brick, each heavy breath sending the dragon's dust to spin and stir by his nose - a great thing to see compared to the shallow wheezing just minutes before.
His body kicked, weakly, in response to the shearing of dead and rotted skin, but he had not the strength to pose much resistance. Dimly Coris' mind drifted with thoughts if he was being skinned alive. It would be a fitting end to one such as he.
He wished to return to sleep and his eyes grew heavy with the want, but Venati above shouted for his attention and he could only be so kind as to give the furious bird what it wanted.