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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.
04-07-2013, 01:50 AM (This post was last modified: 04-07-2013, 11:25 AM by Roland.)
Wind was everywhere. It howled and shrieked in a desperate voice, the aggravating sound of sharpening claws as they hone their way down the whetting stone that is the mountain peak, deafening the stallion’s ears. It is a constant disturbance in the wake of every day, another unpleasant addition to the chill temperatures of the Basin that Roland still hasn’t gotten used to; a reminder that the world is under nature’s control no matter how they try to dominate it. Now that autumn is beginning to close shadowy hands around the valley the days are beginning to darken and Roland’s optimism goes with them. Tallsun provided warmth even when snow and ice was ever present, but as the star lengthened its distance from the rocky peaks the weather was growing bitter.
Away from the rest of the herd there were no faces except those of the stars above; no watchers at the moment for whom he must play charades, to pretend he is someone he is not. The wind’s careening through the valley has a note of comfort amidst the discord; it is always the same, something he can count on being there at the end of every day. Above him the skies of autumn were put on display like Heaven battling Hell, clouds twisting together and reflecting the muted scarlet hues of an early sunset. Rays of dying light slanted through the gloom like celestial blades, silhouetting the gray mountains that stretched across the valley like a wall. To Roland they felt like prison bars.
He was not entirely unhappy with his new life in the Basin, but the weather was taking its toll on him. He had been born in a land where summer reigned longer than winter, and even during the coldest months the air still held some distant fragments of warmth. In the shadow of towering cliffs there was no such comfort, and every frosted gale that caressed his face bore another reminder of that fact. As time passed winter grew ever more prominent, and the weary Phantom soon found himself in the midst of a light snow fall as darkening clouds gathered far above his head.
His attempt to escape the flurry was halfhearted, gravitating slowly towards the towering ridges that cradled the valley in its rocky palms. Shards of ice, like weapons shelved precariously upon a rack, cascaded in jagged falls down the uneven mountain face to meet the earth at his feet. Roland sank into their shadows, tilting his chin to brush his muzzle tentatively across one’s pointed edge. It quivered at his touch like fragile glass, threatening to shatter at the smallest of disturbances. The stallion withdrew, admiring the blush of sunset reflected upon each frozen spire like so many vermillion daggers. A thin cloak of snow gathered upon his idle body, speckling his back like a feathery blanket as he attempted to shelter from the gathering squall. He let the wind’s lament lull him into a restless calm, looking out across the flat ground of the Basin and wondering if, when night fell, he would be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the Aurora Borealis.