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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.
A gray pegasus mare was lying in the sand, and she looked hurt, helpless. An expression crossed Osiris' face that could only be emotion, deep feeling and perhaps even love. Despite his own injuries, he ran to her aide, whispering her name, but Ophelia did not hear. She felt empty and unworthy, silly and foolish. And to mirror her feelings, she let a brief power overtake her body, turning her as invisible as she felt. The wind on the ocean had taken her hair like a banner for no one to see.
Ophelia opened her eyes and stared sadly at the beach, remembering her childish love for the half-wolf. Now, she remembered the stallion fondly, but then? Embarrassment and hurt had made her stomach turn to churning ulcers. She realized that her feelings for him were not romantic, but she had not been only or wise enough to know that then. He was a good friend, a protector, and she wished him love. She just knew that his future did not contain love with this strange, broken creature.
How long had it been since her heart was unburdened enough to dance in the water? To run across the sand just to feel the wind in her mane? Such actions seemed folly now, laughable, but she could not deny the pounding in her heart that told her to run. A half-hearted smile crossed her lips as Tinek soared and dived in the sky, coaxing her. The smile cracked into a grin, and she laughed. "All right, fine, you win," he chuckled.
Ophelia trotted to where the sand turned firm, just at the top of the length of the crested wave. She picked up an easy canter, alert and forward until Tinek shot forward. Phi chuckled and shook her head before launching into a sprint. She was a lanky, long and pale blur against the blue ocean, slender legs churning in a delicate way even at full gallop. Her cloven hooves easily kept her balance, and moments later, she slowed to a trot, breathing heavily.
The mare looked up at the dragon and smiled. "Thank you, Tinek," she murmured. Ophelia watched as the sun started to very slowly begin its descent over the horizon, setting in the west. The thundering sound of the ocean soothed her, and she picked up her traveling walk again, heading into the unknown.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
Beach. d'Artagnan loathed the beach. He failed to see the beauty in it and often came here when he wanted to vent, he found the ugly waves argued well when it came to the height of his voice. All he saw was salt and water, the sun bouncing off the sand making him wince at the intensity; he also hated Tallsun. Hooves followed paws, Aramis loped on ahead with his red tipped tail lashing from side to side in what d'Artagnan could only describe as annoyance. "What's the matter with you?" The former mender inquired, his voice amused to see the hound in such a manner, Aramis was normally quite reserved. It's going to take me forever to get all this sand out of my pads, Sir his bonded complained in his usual blunt toned manner which sent his glass horned friend into gales of laughter. "I pray for your sanity" which earned a glare from the hound who had slowed his pace to move alongside d'Artagnan, shouldn't you pray for your own sanity? The pair gazed at each other for mere seconds before both bursting into harsh laughter, the mood lightening a little.
It was then that Aramis stopped his gleeful chortles as ears, nose and eyes shot ahead to the strangers in the distance. Heckles rising on his shoulders and red markings coming alive, he clawed at the surface to get ahead of the Nightshade who stopped his own laughing to frown in confusion. Strangers, though familiar? Horse and flying reptile d'Artagnan took in the information and peered ahead, he knew many enemies with flying reptiles though the closer he got the more he could make out a horn. You know how to handle this Aramis he nodded to the dragon before turning his attention to the increasingly familiar horned figure. Sir! Aramis dropped his pace and locked his eyes onto the sky, the Nightshade had very few good meetings with dragons.
Upon closer inspection d'Artagnan was surprised to recognize Ophelia, the mare who took such a disliking to him that day in the Basin for his treatment of Mesec. He wondered what this mare was to him, an idol? A mother figure? He knew for a fact that Kou had loved that boy even when she didn't have to, he knew he had failed him in many ways as a father, but the shade was not one to be told about his own parenting skills by a mare he barely knew. So he offered her a double edged smile, stopping before the sea, hooves still firmly on the sand. "What a thing to find you here" his low voice sounded amused, eyes briefly rolling skywards before returning to her pale features with a grimace "A free world I suppose... Ophelia was it?" He was pretty sure that was her name, but one could never be too sure, especially when it came to names. d'Artagnan always struggled with the names.
12-21-2013, 05:14 PM (This post was last modified: 12-22-2013, 03:42 PM by Ophelia.)
Ophelia the Forsaken
Tinek's keen, crimson eyes spied the interlopers before Ophelia had even the chance to come down off of her physical high. Still, the silver had been hiding when the pale mare had gone into the Basin. She had told him that she had to appear a full blooded unicorn for her own safety, but he recognized the stallion from Ophelia's memories. The wolf-creature, however, was news to him, and the dragon opened his maw, forked tongue vibrating as he tasted the air and thus the scents below.
"Phi..." he said, calling her attention to the image ahead.
The mare frowned, easily able to discern the identity of this stranger from the unique material of his horns and the strange marking on his side. Ophelia's gait did not change as she approached, his body interrupting her parallel trek across the beach. The carefree attitude dropped like a stage curtain, closing off everything beneath and leaving only the cold, callous shell she had tried to hard to create. Well, she had to admit that it was easier to assume with d'Artagnan, since Mesec's words in her head brought her such righteous anger.
Despite the caustic nature of his smile, Ophelia did not return the gesture, not interested in even pretending to play nice. Ophelia raised a brow at what he said, her body stiff as she glared, jaws clenched. What was he doing so far south? Didn't he have business terrorizing everything in the snow? Ruining more childhoods? Causing more undue stress about appearances with wings?
"That is my name," she replied coolly. "I did not expect to see you so far south," she returned. "Why are you here?" What would bring him so close to the World's Edge? Did this have something to do with the invasion that the... strange pegasus had alluded to? Was Gaucho and his snake not quite as mad as they seemed?
Ophelia stood her ground and Tinek came to land across from the hell-wolf, his fully aged, silver body at his maximum weight and height. Though perhaps not as tall, he was long, lean and covered in armored scales. The dragon curled his back, arching his spines and curling his talons into the sand, crimson eyes trained on the hairy... horned... smelly dog creature.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
How tense she seemed to be. Yet, d'Artagnan couldn't blame her, their last encounter wasn't what one would call 'pleasant'. He wasn't sure how many of his aqquantainces could call meeting him or any other racist unicorn 'pleasant', the world was such a disappointment that way. He wondered, for a moment, if she was going to set her dragon on him who landed opposite Aramis in all his silver glory. Like a newly awakened fire the red markings on the hound's body began to glow a chaotic blood hue as drool soaked, angry lips curled back to reveal sharp, white teeth accompanied with a cold, skin crawling growl. Pointed tail lashing from side to side. d'Artagnan laughed as he met Ophelia's gaze, if she wanted a fight he wouldn't deprive her of one, but that wasn't what he'd travelled 'so far south' for.
"To relax at the beach, why else would I be here?" It amused him that they immediately thought he was up to no good, a fair guess and probably correct most days. Today, however, the poison lover and his hound had simply gone to the beach. For no particular reason, sinister or not, at all. His gaze turned sceptical then, his conscience niggling at him to keep looking at the dragon. Alongside beaches, the Nightshade also hated dragons. For good reason too. "It might come as a surprise to you, but I don't always want to spend my life freezing my balls off." Indeed.
On the contray, d'Artagnan wasn't planning on visiting the cold mountain of his former home any time soon, they were perfectly fine without him. Another Time Mender would come along, not half as good as him obviously, and take up the mantle of healing. d'Artagnan had become sorely tired of that title and the plague had all but disappeared.
"Don't worry little Ophelia, I'm not here to take over the beach." He shuddered at that, who would ever want to live on a beach?!
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