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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.
06-02-2013, 12:43 PM (This post was last modified: 06-02-2013, 12:47 PM by Ailith.)
Dry lightning cracks across the skies
Those storm clouds gather in her eyes
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It had been some time since she had been able to call the Foothills her home and not resent the fact that her allegiances had been swayed. She hadn’t thought that it would be easy and maybe she enjoyed the pain it caused her- it was deserved after all. The tightening of her chest and the panic that rose from the depths of her dark heart were becoming feelings that were all too familiar. The light of her days had all but faded and now that she stood in the indefinite darkness, she couldn’t help but feel alone.
Dusk was slowly coating the skies in pinks and purples that offset the approach of Fall and while it was beautiful, the sight did nothing to lift the mare’s spirits. In fact, to look up to the heavens caused her so much hurt that it was quickly becoming her namesake. How long would she remain broken? She’d been handed purpose and yet still felt lost. The storm had passed and yet the thunder still echoed through the caverns of her desolate mind- had she done the right thing? Day after day she tried to justify her actions and day after day, no answers came. When would the suffering end?
It had felt like months since Ailith had been able to sleep peacefully through the night without visions of the invasion haunting her dreams. So many had moved on without her and while she looked on from the walls of her new prison, they thrived within theirs. Where had her confidence gone? Had it been buried with the dead hopes of the former Foothills? Maybe her grief would serve as a reminder that not all things were so easily avoided. She certainly couldn’t escape the battle unscathed and she imagined that for some time she would have to live with the consequences. She was clearly uninformed, clearly foreign, and clearly misled.
When Ailith had crossed over the dunes and into the outlying forest she was glad to shade herself in the shadows. It felt natural for her to hide there, lurking amongst the darkness that now swelled within her heart. She was whole when hidden away from prying eyes, at least until guilt consumed her and made her gasp for relief, for forgiveness. Perhaps that’s what had kept her up so many nights before… Perhaps she needed consolation. She was aware that many of her former friends and family had taken refuge in the Edge, but had they forgiven her for joining the forces of the enemy?
Quietly, the golden mare weaved through the low hanging limbs and floundered over unruly brush. She wasn’t sure where she was headed or where she would end up, but at that point she wasn’t really concerned anymore. She had once again given in to the pain that often shocked her nerves into submission until she was finally just… numb. She enjoyed the feel of it and furthermore relished the emotionless state of limbo that ensued. It was colorless grey that painted her world in tints of tarnished unrest and at times when it all became too much, she ran with it. She delved deep into her thoughts and turned back time until she was left reeling in the past far beyond Helovia itself.
Finally working her way into a clearing long past any of the Hills that she had come to know, she paused. The fresh scent of water lifted her face from the ground and she followed the earthy fragrance to its source. Alas, she had stumbled upon a small pool of eerily blue waters and as her reflection looked back at her, she could imagine the beauty she had once inhabited. However, now, all she saw was the liar she had become. She was quiet for a time before finally dipping her dark lips to drink from the still surface of the mysterious pool. Like her, it had been long forgotten and upon finding it, she felt refreshed and new. But how long would she be able to pretend that she was comfortable in this skin?
Could she ever find release? Or would she be lost forever in the eternity of her shame…