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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.
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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 man walked slowly along the shore of the swamp, mud splashing up his legs, ruining his dress pants and shoes. He stared blankly ahead, searching for something; his target he knew was just up ahead. He stopped walking and stared down into the water, watching a white form bob under the surface. Curiously, he bent, his graying once-dark hair falling into his eyes as he pulled the thing out from under-water. He heaved the body to shore and laid the white, dead form in the muck. Blood stains cropped up here and there on the little girl, her hair tangled with weeds from the depths of the water. The man sighed in regret, feeling the guilt of her death all over again. When she was killed, he had fled the scene in fear he would be found, before returning to haul the body and the weapon to the nearby swamp. His eyes swam with tears at having taken her innocent life. He stood again and went back to the water, eyes searching for another target. Acquired, he stooped and pulled a blue-ish rod from the glassy pool, a weed tangled and curled around it. The algae had changed the color, wearing away the blood stain. He stood staring at the weapon, and glanced once more at the body. In rage, he turned and threw the rod deep into the middle of the swamp, tears of remorse streaming down his face. How much the parents of this girl must have missed her. How much he regretted his rash behavior. The sun beat down on him and he wished for dark days, a breeze at the least. Florida was no place for him anymore. He must run again. He dragged the girl back in to the depths. Kneeling beside her, he whispered a broken, “I’m sorry.” He straightened and ran, ran towards his truck, the thing that would take him as far away as possible: Alaska.
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Takes deep breath. Here we go, my first ever stealth reveal, when it goes unguessed.
48 hours have passed as the daughter of the King of the Foothills, Sno, was sought.
The man walked slowly along the shore of the swamp, mud splashing up his legs [in reference to her coloring, a chestnut varnish roan], ruining his dress pants and shoes[the nice clothing refers to her being a daughter of the king, a high ranking in human society so she would wear dress clothes]. He stared blankly ahead, searching[She returns to Helovia to search for her father] for something; his target he knew was just up ahead. He stopped walking and stared down into the water, watching a white form[Again, reference to her coloring, which is mostly white] bob under the surface. Curiously[refers to her “curious” personality], he bent, his graying once-dark hair[his hair color mimics her mane and tail color] falling into his eyes as he pulled the thing out from under-water. He heaved the body to shore and laid the white[color reference], dead form in the muck. Blood stains[mimic her chestnut varnish roan coloring, as they are old brown blood stains] cropped up here and there on the little girl[little refers to her being a filly, girl to her gender], her hair tangled with weeds from the depths of the water. The man sighed in regret, feeling the guilt of her death all over again. When she was killed, he had fled the scene[refers to her leaving Helovia with her mother] in fear he would be found, before returning to haul the body and the weapon to the nearby swamp. His eyes swam with tears at having taken her innocent life[innocent refers again to her childlike curiosity and nature]. He stood again and went back to the water, eyes searching for another target. Acquired, he stooped and pulled a blue-ish rod[refers to her blue horn] from the glassy pool, a weed tangled and curled around it[the weed is a reference to her horn being spiraled]. The algae had changed the color, wearing away the blood stain. He stood staring at the weapon, and glanced once more at the body. In rage, he turned and threw the rod deep into the middle of the swamp, tears of remorse streaming down his face. How much the parents of this girl must have missed her[The parents missing her, refers to how her father missed her when she fled Helovia]. How much he regretted his rash behavior. The sun beat down on him and he wished for dark days, a breeze at the least. Florida was no place for him anymore. He must run again. He dragged the girl back in to the depths. Kneeling beside her, he whispered a broken, “I’m sorry.” He straightened and ran, ran towards his truck, the thing that would take him as far away as possible: Alaska[refers to her name, Sno, as Alaska is cold and has snow].
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