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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.
08-24-2013, 09:56 PM (This post was last modified: 08-24-2013, 09:59 PM by Resplendence.)
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FROM THE SCRAPES AND BRUISES TO THE FAMILIAR ABUSES I'LL KICK AND SCREAM BUT IT NEVER CHANGES ANYTHING
The mare. She had just dropped. The edge of the cliff. It had just crumbled under her feet. Res had shot backwards, clenching on tightly to the piece of a branch with edges sharp enough to be a makeshift dagger. She wasn't going to stumble off the cliff. It was then, really, that she truly began to feel the effects of the talons upon her skin. The way that it throbbed with each beat of her heart. The way that it caused her movements to be short, and stiff. The slice cutting against her wither and into her shoulder, almost making each step a limp.
Tears were flooding her eyes again. But, whether it was from the pain that was now coursing through her veins, the emotional state she was in from Rowan's death, or her pleas to see Quil again she did not know. She just knew she suddenly felt alone. Each step was hindered, and her audit was spinning ferociously trying to take in every sound and place exactly where it was. But, of course, she couldn't accomplish that. So, she simply hoped that the stirred up mists would provide her enough shelter to trek deeper into the woods and away from where all the sparring was. She couldn't fight anymore. The injury was beginning to bother her. But that didn't matter. She just needed to keep moving.
Keep moving? Hah. The world didn't agree with that. Her right flint knocks into a huge branch that had fallen (probably from some storm in the past, but Res couldn't be sure) and with her weak muscles unable to balance on her left side the mare stumbles forward, collapsing on her face before allowing the rest of her frame to drop down as well. Completely shrouded in the mists she lay there, frame trembling uncontrollably as she shifted the wood dagger in her mouth. Please don't let anything come for me. Please... she begged to the Gods. I can't fight. I know it.
It took her a few moments, and definitely a few attempts, before she managed to figure out how to bear her weight on her front end to rock her way back to all fours. And then, she continued to struggle to move forward. Away from the noise. That's all that she wanted. The noise to stop. To find peace. The mists were no longer peaceful. They were dangerous. They were lurking with venom. They were lurking with the venom of the other herd coming to attack her home. And it sickened her. It sickened her so much.
And goodness. She should really put some herbs on her wound. But, the Healer's meeting she had gone to was way too hazy in her skull. Herbs. She needed herbs. But she couldn't remember what kind - what they looked like. She could grab the wrong one and kill herself. No. She had to live to push Rowan's memory on further. So, she was going to have to wait until she could find Smoke. If that was even possible.
Finally, she found herself falling into a section of overly protected trees. A mini grove of sorts, though she doubted it was intentional. Still, she shrugged her way in, letting out a tiny yelp of pain through clenched teeth as the bark scratched up against her still bleeding wound. It was difficult to enter, unless you were small, or you came from above. And even then it was more of a hassle than something someone would randomly do. So, she assumed she would be safe for the time being. The mists were less evident here, and she could see the ground (even if it was a little foggy). And, when she looked up the tree's towered way up, blocking out much of the moon in their canopy of branches.
The tears. They wouldn't stop falling. She sobbed, her voice muffled because of the dagger-like branch located in her maw. She wouldn't let go of it. It was her safety net for the moment. It was the only thing she could think of to protect her. Sticks and stones. Sticks and stones. That's all that she had. She was alone. She was broken. And everyone she cared about was off fighting to make sure that the Edge kept their home. What was she doing? She barely did any damage to one of the attackers, and then she ran off to hide in this random little grove of trees! She was useless, again. She was becoming the exact thing she didn't want to become. She had forgotten the little bit of healing she had started to learn before the invasion because of the shock and stress. And she was useless. Useless, laying there with a branch in her mouth for her to use like a horn to slice and dice anyone who approached.
She was scared. She was stressed. She was definitely depressed. She wasn't herself. She wasn't in a right frame of mind. And (in her raging mind) she was completely and totally alone.
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Poor baby definitely having a mental breakdown from the pain and experience.
@[Kahlua] && @[Quilyan] && anyone else if they wanna join after these two
When I'm ready to fall
You're the one always holding me up
With love ♥