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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.
07-01-2013, 02:35 AM (This post was last modified: 07-01-2013, 11:48 AM by Rasta.)
give me your eyes for just one second,
give me your eyes so i can see
everything that i keep missing
The golden mare picked up her feet, listening to the sound of the birds as they chirped their warnings. It was going to be cold here, it wasn't something that one should take lightly. She had been cold for the past couple of months of her travel, but the concerned sound of the birds was something completely different to her ears. A snort escaped her maw as she peered up to the red-tailed hawk that was following her. He glided down, running his feathers along her spine and let out a sharp cry. The border was different. So weird. I don't suggest passing this border, ma'am. Something seems off... He cawed in her head, hovering right along the very edge of the forest they were pacing in front of. "I have to keep moving. They can't find me..." she retorted, panic filling her features ever so slightly. She couldn't get dragged back to the stupid cave and it's frigid air and lack of food and water. With a guard who was trying to act like Taj. It was all too much for her. "I have to cross the border. Stay with me please, Recke." She called to her hawk as he continued to fly along the border. With a bird-like sigh he descended so that he had landed upon her withers, wings ruffling just enough to get situated before he closed his wings up against his side.
Two uncertain steps toward the left, and then two uncertain steps toward the right. She had to go in there. She had to get away from her old land. A snort escaped her maw as she felt the vibrations along the border. Something was different. Something was drastically different. It was radiating with such power and force that it felt as though her skin was going to be ripped off of her the second she plowed through it. But it seemed like more of a safe haven if she could get through. And if she didn't make it then at least she didn't have to worry about getting caught again. Two steps back. No. More. Another two steps back. No. Still more. Six steps back. A loud snort and then a deep intake of breath. And then she was bolting full force past the strange vibrations. It was like her breath was getting knocked out of her lungs. She stumbled forwards, ice under her feet taking her by surprise as she slid directly into a huge oak tree. A huff of annoyance escaped her maw before she staggered backward, shaking her head violently to get rid of the pain that was pulsating through her cranium.
What was going on? She still could just barely get her breath back into her lungs when she felt something dig into her withers. Her head swung around at the sound of a loud caw, as if Recke had found his meal. "Recke! Claws off! Get your claws off!" Rasta chastised her companion. But it seemed he couldn't hear her. Or, at the very least he couldn't understand her. Her maw was met with a snap from his sharp beak, a little bit of blood trailing down between her nares before he took off from her back. He circled her a couple of times before taking off the the sky and not looking back once. "Recke! Recke! Come back!" she cried, panic filling her lungs. She shuffled in place, her head looking up toward the sky as she peered around for the hawk that had once been her other half.
She felt so empty. Part of her was missing. A definite part of her was missing. And the pain from his claws in her withers was stronger than the dull throb she was accustomed with feeling. Even her head was bothering her more than usual. She felt so vulnerable. What was so different about this place? What was it about just barely crossing a border that had caused her to lose just this exact sense of who she was? That was when her mind managed to pick up the difference in her body's own vibrations. She was aging. Her body was working to keep all of her moving and keeping up with the times.
Quietly, Rasta closed her blind orbs, letting out a tiny breath and feeling the tendrils of hot air circle around her face and run it's delicate fingers along the crevices in her cranium. Each muscle and bone being brushed against and it was slightly comforting. Knowing that it was all okay, that the world was at least working relatively normal. She let out a tiny huff of breath before starting to inch forward. Her mind concentrating on each tiny vibration in the ground around her as she felt the terrain she was going to have to begin to get used to. The overwhelming wall of vibrations was still radiating behind her as she began to trot deeper and deeper into the forest. Her ivory mane curling up in the air around her as she raised her hooves up in a snapping motion to ensure she didn't trip over any roots. Her whole world was already turned head over heels from the incessant vibrations that were stuck in her cranium from slamming into the border.
Her legs were getting tired and she was still partially breathless from the shock of crossing the vibrations and getting all of her connections broken away from her. She felt useless and so as she allowed her frame to stop in the middle of a huge collection of trees she shook her head, pretending to peer around the land. Trees tall, towering well up into the skyline. Brush circling around the bottom of the trees and creating a thick amount of foliage to push through in order to move forward. There were night owls fluffing their wings in the tree's and the sound of hoof steps were filling her ears. Perhaps there was someone around here who could aid her. She was going to need someplace to stay. Though she wasn't sure where exactly at this moment. But she knew that she couldn't live life on the run.
She was a changed mare. She wasn't safe and she needed a new home...
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Completely open <3
-loves imi for the table-
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