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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 air between them was charged, perhaps irrationally so considering he’d been quite scatterbrained lately. But there was nothing he felt he could accomplish better than charming a member of the opposite sex. Maybe it was in his nature to feel so confident in himself or maybe it was just the way the Corporal’s eyes seemed to widen when she was caught off guard (and naturally so in the wake of such flirtatious behavior). But why he had ever come to resort to such childish habits was beyond him in spite of the small bit of knowledge he kept hidden away behind closed eyes and an equally closed mind. He was born and raised to follow in the most traditional sense of the word and while he was more than willing to do so now according to the flux and flow of things, he simply felt as if there were questions that needed to be answered before he was to bow before a self-proclaimed authority. That’s not to say that he did not respect her for the title she wore, for she had surely earned it somehow, but as a creature built and molded from the father of war itself, one could understand his apprehension.
“I crave not the warmth you speak of Corporal. Surely you can understand why. Warmth provides us weakness, while the cold tends to numb mortal reservations. What must we be restless for if not the battle between life and death… However, the purgatory that exists in between is comprised only in the name of waiting and there is not a thread of warmth to be had in such dismal situations.” He could think of a few reasons behind the unintentional weaknesses a creature might succumb to in search of “heat”- quite literally so at that. Was he not only human, constantly compelled by the idea of primal and sexual release? Was he not only male, driven by testosterone and the intimate emotion we call lust? He could think of a million reasons why warmth was such an enthralling vessel, but if it meant losing sight of himself, why would he seek it out intentionally?
Even as his eyes locked patiently on his commander, he could see nothing other than a friendly face (albeit slightly awe-struck) eagerly awaiting a truth that would never be found. In this setting, they were but mere equals. However, upon their return to the Basin, he would not stand to question her sense and quick wit. He was designed to obey and so upon her order, he would act and upon her word, he would die. Was that not the testament of a true soldier? Was it not his duty to place family before pride?
“And what is it that you see Corporal? Indulge me, for I fear that without, I will be left to question your abilities.” A feeble smile followed such an antagonizing statement. Déodat wanted nothing more than to pick Illynx’s mind for hours if such time allowed, but he knew their time here would be short and soon they would both be restored to their rightful positions… ones that would not forgive his hasty tongue.
Or her subtle attempts to overwhelm him.
It did not escape the man when the golden-dusted mare sidled closer, the heat of her skin making him inhale sharply in spite of his practiced control. He did not wish to alert her to his sudden awareness of her and the way that she smelled- just like the fresh Basin air with a hint of strange wildflower- and he did not want her to know that she had beseeched him with her quiet confidence and charming wit… But what was a man to do when in awe of such femininity and power?
“We are stronger and more widespread than you think Illynx. I think a bit of faith is all that is required.” Déodat had no doubt that the “Basin turned Plague” was full of willing participants, it was just a matter of testing their will that lined up the worthy from the unworthy. However, there was no misgiving about the strength of not only their numbers but their hearts as well. The Threshold would never be fulfilling because there was too much outside blood, too many foreign genetics that just wouldn’t comply with their model. He had come from a small clan, one that rose above all expectations to succeed when all else failed. All it took was a little courage and faith in your family to make it through and the Basin certainly had that much. It was just a matter of putting it into action. They needed to take up arms and fight for what they believed in. They couldn’t sit around and wait for success to come knocking on their door- Déodat only wondered how long it would take Psyche to realize as much and make the connection. He was tired of sitting around…
He desired the bitter taste of blood upon his lips after so many years of wishing for rain in this perilous drought.