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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.
07-29-2013, 08:54 PM (This post was last modified: 07-29-2013, 10:05 PM by Apollo.)
Conflicted honey-brown eyes stared up at the night sky, taking in the sight of the glowing moon and the stars. The rays from the moonlight, once so mysterious and uncertain, now filled the painted stallion with a feeling of hope. Although the eternal darkness remained, its reign was slowly beginning to crumble, its kingdom falling beneath its imaginary feet. Hopefully soon everything could return to normal.
Releasing yet another breath, misty tendrils floated upwards from his nostrils and towards the starry sky. Apollo's head lowered, the crystalline horn upon his head glinting in the moonlight like a jeweled crown. Around him a frigid breeze danced through the air, kicking up powdery snow and causing the overo to shiver. Things were changing... Perhaps far too quickly for the stallion's liking. The eternal darkness, the moon's return, and then Ophelia's departure... What would happen to those of the Grey? They would survive, certainly, lead by Ktulu's guidance, but things would change. It was inevitable.
Standing beneath the moon and stars in a clearing of the Foothills, snow glinting upon the ground like tiny diamonds, Apollo thought. He was no warrior, no prized fighter like their great General, but he had fought for the Grey, and he had drawn blood for them. Would he do so again? The medic gave a furious snort. Of course. There wasn't any doubt in his body that he would fight for his family once more, if the need arose. Except...
"I lack the skills to keep them safe," Apollo murmured to himself, head lowering, tail flicking to the left, "If something happens, I should be ready to fight and protect them." He would always be a gentle soul, but a part of him needed to be tempered, to be shaped and molded like a fine blade. In his mind, a decision was made, and with a deep inhale Apollo lifted his head back towards the heavens, determination set in his eyes.
"General!" He called, his voice echoing across the silent, frozen land, "I request a spar, to challenge my own body and mind. I want to be ready, I want to fight!"
[ooc: Friendly/Training spar with Archibald. This is a teaching spar.
Setting: Apollo is standing in a clearing of the Foothills in the midst of the night, with the moon high in the sky to give ample light. There's a soft frigid breeze, enough to remind everyone that Frostfall is still in full swing. Trees surround them in an arc, but there is ample room for them to spar.
800 word max | No Companions | 3 Attack posts. Archibald can attack first.]
07-30-2013, 10:16 PM (This post was last modified: 07-30-2013, 10:16 PM by Archibald.)
Archibald the Dauntless
The night was far too comfortable upon the bluffs of the Foothills, upon the rolling plains and rapid streams of Helovia as a whole. The darkness did not ebb and flow, like the ocean beating upon the shore; no, it was stagnant and it choked what it touched. There was no rest from Frostfall, the snow hung heavy and cold in the deepest corners of the dark world. The return of the Moon was a miraculous revelation, and Helovia seemed to take in a breath of hope with the beacon perched high in her throne. Archibald, a child of darkness and destruction, welcomed the return of the Moon much like the others. Archibald knew that if the Moon, a sly and cunning Goddess, had the ability to return then, too, would the powerful Earth God. Above the others, Archibald yearned for his return the most. He was the patron to the Foothills, he gave their Storyteller direction and vision, and he had gifted Archibald greatly on his own accord. Without him, the Dauntless was magic-less—but not powerless.
Archibald’s gait was easy and true as he moved through the herdland, Loretta trailing behind him loyally. The two had finished a small patrol, and on the wind was a call for their help. Black ears flicked towards the sound, and Loretta took off excitedly. Archibald followed, letting his bulk lift into a comfortably paced trot. Thrill began to tug at the corners of his mind and heart, excitement pouring into his blood. It had been far too long since the general had placed his skills in a spar, friendly or otherwise, and he was glad to hear the call of the Grey’s head medic. Apollo’s figure formed in the distance, dark but not imposing and Archibald continued to close the gap between them. “You have called me, Apollo, and I willingly accept your request. If you wish to test your skills with me, then test your skills we shall.” Snorting shortly at the end of his sentence, Archibald shifted his gait into a rolling lope. Snow splattered with his crashing hoof beats, the wetness causing the Dauntless to slip every few yards, though the hindrance was small, and the Dauntless pressed on, determination in his eyes. His left leg pulled forward, leading him to the left side of the unicorn. Archibald’s golden eyes scanned the other stallion as he pushed towards him. Apollo was shorter than Archibald, by a foot at the least, and thinner than the bulky draft. Archibald was used to fighting those of smaller stature than him, but even now it sent a hand of excitement to sweep over him.
The Dauntless pinned his ears back flat against his neck, protecting them from flying teeth. Archibald’s head shot out quickly, mouth open and teeth aimed to clamp down on the skin of Apollo’s whither. Simultaneously, the giant thrust his weight towards the smaller stallion, hoping to crash his large shoulder into Apollo’s left side ribcage. Archibald expected the medic to be quick, and he hoped that he would not turn and dart away like a coward. The Grey did not harbor cowards. Whilst still at a canter, Archibald continued to move forward in an attempt to clear past Apollo. On his pass, the warlord kicked out a defensive right rear hoof. The kick’s purpose was to clack into any of Apollo’s kicks, should the paint decide to strike with his limbs at the passing mammoth of a general.
Archibald was glad that Apollo was asking for help, as it was his position to train those in the herd to hone skills of battle. The medic was not the first to call on Archibald’s skills, either. Like the wise warriors before him, Apollo was seeking deeper training. However, the only common factor in this fight compared to the others, was Archibald. Romani, the palomino mare that called for him all those moons ago, was a smaller draft build, strong and stout; Locket, an Arabian by the purest of blood, was quick and fleeting. Apollo seemed to be a mixture of the two: he was stocky and built solidly, but Archibald predicted that he had the capability to be quick and lithe when he needed to be. Archibald could overwhelm him with his strength, but only if Apollo stayed close—but Archibald did not need to stomp out his opponent now, for this was merely for the strengthening of Apollo’s skills, to aid his loyalty to the Grey. For that, Archibald was proud he could be of assistance.
[WC: 758 | PC: 1/3 | BBs: Swift and Aim| After your first move I will add some of my tidbits. Good luck!]
I am a weapon powerful
beyond belief
Through the ages of time
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.