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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 Threshold opens up before him, a great expanse of trees, but not the thick trees of home, where you could not see in front of your nose and the only paths you had were the well trodden trails that had been forged many years ago. This forest was easy to navigate, and Azarias did so with a slow and deliberate ease, winding through the shadowed tree trunks without much care to where he was headed. There was an air about this forest, and although it was not peaceful its affect was calming.
So calming, it seemed to almost say "relax, for you are here", and very briefly Azarias forgot that he had no idea where here actually was. He was too caught up in watching the leaves brush rhythmically against each other in the breeze, which had a cold chill to it.
Azarias was born and raised in the scrubland around his father's jungle. Khan had liked the hot humidity of his rain forest, Effiye preferred the open space and unrelentless sun. Azarias had no love for either, and so he finds this winter chill most welcome, and in the protection of this forest he did not feel too cold before.
He is like the bright blast of summer sun in winters grasp, against the black and brown and green, he stands oddly out of place. It is undeniable that winter was not meant to be in his blood, the blood of his forefathers. The sun stallion pauses, ears twitching atop his raised head, and there he stays, solitary and alert.
She finds the Threshold almost comforting. There are other forests in Helovia to wander, certainly, but this one had been the first. It was not quite like her old forest, back in Morham. That one had been a bit sparse, sunlight streaming in through the gaps between the trees. Here, the trees grew a bit denser, though not terribly so. Certainly, both were unlike his forest home (not that she knows this). But still, while all the forests may differ from one another, weaving through the trees always brings about a nice, steady calm for the tri-colored mare. For brief moments, she can almost pretend her life hadn’t been torn to shreds. Almost.
She was starting to settle into Helovia, and she found herself coming to the Threshold quite often. Why exactly? It’s hard to say. She hasn’t really been here long enough to be recruiting, probably. She knows so little still. But at the same time, she remembers that feeling. Remembers coming here and though, for the first time in so long, she had finally been safe, she’d still be unsettled. Starting over was hard. And if she can offer some help in that regard, she wants to. It can only be that desire that brings her here time and again. Because surely, there are other better suited to represent the Edge.
Well, perhaps not. Perhaps she was suited to the task. The Edge had given her a place to stay, a reason to believe her entire life might not be lost. It had given her hope when she had no reason to have any. She could represent that quite well.
It is cool today, though not bitter. She keeps her wings to her side though as she wanders through the trees, never sure who she might find, but always sure she’ll find someone. Her wings are a nice buffer from the bits of wind that creep through the trees. It isn’t long before she spots him, a flash of yellow in an otherwise brown and dead world. Truthfully, how could she miss him? Even through the evergreen trees, still alive and green and full. He’s quite, well, sunny.
She nickers, announcing her presence, turning her course slightly to approach him. “Hello,” she calls through the trees, closing the space between them more. He comes into full view then, mostly yellow with black tiger-like markings. She’s seen quite the collection of horses in Helovia, but still, she always finds herself impressed. And always remembers that she is very plain here (a good thing, when the very reason she’d gone into hiding was the teal on her wings and in her hair). “I’m Lyanna. Care for some company?”
watch how i soar.
lyanna
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And it is here she travels, three steps from home. It is the land of lost, of wanderers and burdens pushed away by their societies. She enters here on occasion in a desperate need for brethren, craving the growth of her father's empire, needing loyal followers for her father's cause. And never does she find them, never does the see the untainted form of a brother or sister, always the mongrels, the sick and diseased who think that they are superior, that they are better. But it is not so, they are not the original.
It is the equines, the barren children of the earth who came before the wings and the horns that tainted their blood. And those descendants she sought, the ones without impure proportions, those with a loyal heart and noble air. So she wandered, sneering at the fools who so heroically bring themselves forth to the unwanted, offering homes with mixed and mingled species, where you defend the pagasi and seek shelter with unicorns. Colt wrinkles her nose at the idea of ever sharing a home with something so gruesome, recalling with a sour expression her time in the Foothills, where she mingled with the diseases alike, called them her herdmates. But no more, that was a life she could not accept now, not with heirs who needed her devout attention.
It is oh so fortunate for the Gunslinger that a lone golden brute has wandered into Helovia, and unbeknownst to him she is there, waiting. Steel sights are set only on him, unwavering in their cause to seek out the onyx marked stallion. Colt hums her approval as she gets closer, ignoring entirely the black pegasus that sought this stallion's company. She wanted to spit snide remarks, to tell her to scram because their talk was not for parasites.
"Hello," she repeats the feathered woman's words, steel eyes working over the black and gold figure that she so courageously approached. She had a proposition for him, a call to arms against the species that try to oppress them, the lesser. "Mind me joining you two?" Her eyes flick over the mare, looking down (up) at her with distaste, showing no sign of her internal hatred for the mare with blue-tipped wings. "Did you travel far?" Colt's eyes drift over the bulky brute, flicking forward her ears and offering the closest to genuine smile she can as she addressed him.
"TALK TALK TALK"
SETTING MY SIGHTS ON YOU
The Equine Empire wants YOU! Assuming you refers to an equine.
Join the movement.
Tag me only if starting a new thread.
Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
Home, where I wanted to go,
And nothing else compares.
Wasn't she just here? Fiachra chuckled to herself as she trotted lightly through the thick trees of the Threshold once again. Well, yes, she had. Very recently, the dense foliage of this place had welcomed her into the fold of Helovia, the first place in several years she had felt comfortable calling her home.
She understood now better than ever the purpose this place, the Threshold, that is, served. This was both the front door and the mote of Helovia. This was where newcomers had to come in order to be delivered into their news lives, and Fiachra had decided she wanted to help others find their futures here as well.
As she wound her way through the woods, Fiachra's alert ears picked up the brief sounds of voices nearby. So soon? she asked herself. Well, that was rather easy! As she crested the slight incline which she was climbing, she spotted a trio of figures standing along her path. There was a small mare, a horse, with dark coloring and darker stripes along her topline. Another mare with pale hair decorated with teal-blue and a large set of wings folded up at her sides also seemed to be greeting the newcomer. Fiachra had not yet gotten used to seeing grown equines with full, and functional, sets of wings upon them. Zahra, the young Basin filly who she had befriended, had been the first, and Fiachra had just thought her a phenomena, but here stood another and this one older even than Zahra.
The third figure was a stallion and.... Fiachra froze in her tracks. The stud's mane was of a bright yellow color that made Fiachra's heart skip a beat and the hair on her spine stand on end. Berner? The thought fleeted across her mind before she could catch up with it. She shook her head, coming back to her senses. No. Not Berner. Just another yellow-haired brute. She huffed, frustrated with herself for letting such a silly thing kill her positive mood. He wasn't the only horse in existence with yellow hair and nothing else about this stallion resembled her past lover. Except perhaps his build, his height (not un-similar to her own), his dark face, and his open and friendly eye. Other than those things, yes, he was very different indeed. Get a grip, dumbo.
With another snort to ward off her dark thoughts, Fiachra forced herself towards the group. She pulled her lips into a cheerful grin and ducked her head in greeting to the others. "I desperately hope I am not interrupting anything, friends," she spoke, her voice light and warm, warmer at least than she felt. She tried to avoid letting her gaze linger on the stallion, but it was difficult not to. He did carry a certain resemblance to, well... him. She voiced her introduction, wondering if she had missed the names of the others already, "My name is Fiachra. Welcome to Helovia." The last part was directed only to the stud, for the others smelled very much as if they belonged here, whereas he did not.
You can't take him back to the Basin, she reminded herself. You can't even help him feel welcome if you can't even look at him without angering yourself.