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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.
There's something soothing about sand under foot. The way it molds and pushes and falls around itself as hooves glide into it with ease. Its a different sensation than the hard resistance of dirt or the spongy firmness of grass. Coris' relishes in the sensation, steps snapping up higher than needed to fling the grains further. He can feel them collecting in-between his toes, but the ever present roar of the tide promises to cleanse him.
There were no beaches where he came from. No mighty sea or screaming gulls. There was only ice and snow and unrelenting ground.
A breath is drawn in and the scent of salt tickles his nose. Such a foreign aroma it cannot help but chase away the smoke of memories. He came to this place for such that purpose. He'd seen the dancing blue upon the volcano's rim, and since scuttling down began to bear in its direction. Though it was only the prior day that he'd stood upon the twisted peak of the fire mountain, where his pleas were answered by the mare of the moon and his fate sealed with a nod of the head - it felt like it had already been forever. Coris smirked at this feeling. He supposed it felt an eternity because it had been nearly as long since he'd seen home. Odd that he'd never quite felt this ache in his chest until he'd agreed never to return there, a pact sealed with the stars of the night sky and the word of a mostly honest stallion. Assuming the supposed night-mare actually was a god and her decree viable.
I doubt and yet still I search for the faces she spoke of, Coris mused, stopping along the darker, wetter sand nearer the froth of the rushing tide. What else had he to do, but hope she was everything she was meant to be? If nothing else, he'd waste a few seasons searching, no different from what he was doing before he hiked across the veins.
A dismissive snort cleared such tumbling thoughts. Too much thinking for a stallion more accustomed to using his horn and hooves. Teeth clenched - there was a grittiness when he bit down and he could not help but wonder how sand had gotten in his mouth - as Coris walked towards the waters edge. No sea-horse, the stallion flinched and balked at the white, rushing waves that chilled and numbed and soothed all at once. Since his wayfaring times outside of Alaglasia, Coris had found the ocean to be a valuable tool for him. Two fresh kills were slung across the nape his neck, blood still faintly dripping from the doe's hock. Knotted with leather cord, the scraps of animal pieces were tugged and dowsed by the sea. Her salt would leech into the flesh and cure it of impurities and lingering blood that would otherwise make his work messier later. Up to his chest the waves broke, and with white-rimmed eyes he shuffled hooves as the sand underfoot threatened to run out from beneath him. The leather adornments on his back were better left un-salted, but his chest strap would need oiling eventually after this little dip. Careful to avoid his head getting wet, the leather across his face and guarding his horn's base too precious and too ancient to be handled so carelessly by the foam.
Stiff and steadfast as he was, Coris' eyes eventually snagged on the pair mad enough to let the ocean consume him. For a wild moment Coris thought them drowning, fighting to reach the shore ling. Not one tending to involve himself in other's business, Coris was mildly irrational due to his own fearful respect of the lady sea and the mighty force she provided. Half-panicked, Coris' body began to thrash through the liquid salt, limbs moving agonizingly slow in the depths as he called out in a shrill whinny to them.