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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.
11-25-2013, 03:05 PM (This post was last modified: 11-26-2013, 03:52 AM by Delinne.)
it takes courage to grow up and become who you really are
Azzaron, where are you, my love?
I had been searching for a good while now. From the World's Edge to the Dragon's Throat to the Edge to here. That was a long walk, too long, and Dezba felt the same. She had been by my side the whole journey, my little loyal cub. Though I was still trying to wrap my head around what had happened in the World's Edge. I had gone there only to get my son, so that we could search for his father together. I never would've expected to see Tamlin there, the son of the FrostHeart. His appearance in the misty woods was a surprise, and not a good one. It meant that something bad was planned - at least I thought of it like that. Who knew if he was trying to sneak Mauja into the Edge? Not that I cared much now because I was going to get thrown out either way. I would miss Lace though... I had looked forward to become his herdmate for a good while.
My little golden gem walked next to me, his head held proudly and his knees high with each step, and I couldn't help by notice that he was growing bigger by each day. Azarel was muscular for being only four months old, though his dangly legs revealed his age. The small needle upon his head was a sign of his age as well. His mane and tail had grown longer - more dense - and it had a deep purple color with bloody red tips, almost rusty red. Dezba yawned sleepily on my back and stretched, sweeping her tail across my back as she sat down again. She was bigger too. Almost four months old as well.
I let out a sigh and looked ahead. We were in the area between the World's Edge and the Windtossed Foothills, right next to the big mountains that led up to the Steppe and the Heavenly Fields. The sky was grey and boring, no sunlight at all and fog everywhere. This was useless.
We would never find the light coated stallion again. He had left me, and this time it wasn't anyone lying to me. He had left me. I was too tired to even think right now, because I had barely slept at all since I had gone to the Throat. "Baby, we're going to stay here for a while... Or, I am staying here for a while. You can explore if you want to, but stay close. Take Dezba with you if you feel the need to." I said, slowing down as I spoke.
My son stopped and looked at me as I laid down on the slightly grassy ground, feeling the morning dew seep into my coat, and I also felt the paws of my cub as she jumped down on the wet grass. My eyes could barely stay open as I looked at my son. "Be careful, my loves." My eyelids fell and I laid down completely, feeling the ache starting to spread in my muscles. I was so tired. The colt on the other hand wasn't tired at all.
He cringed as Dezba jumped up on his back and trotted away from his sleeping mother. Not far away though, just a little bit. It was far enough though, because when he looked back, he couldn't see her. The colt opened his mismatched eyes wide when he realized his mistake and started to feel nervous. "M-ma-ma?" He didn't know where he was at all, Dezba was asleep and he didn't want to wake up a sleeping cub.
Buck.
11-27-2013, 03:12 AM (This post was last modified: 11-27-2013, 06:01 AM by Brighid.)
Little did the mother of the Silverflame and the golden childe himself know that in the depths of the midst lurked that of a Daughter of Elysia, bronze and flame wielded with metal and molten core, stark against the drab and ashen backdrop of the skies and the mists, a candlelight flicker that has grown within the contours of a forest to become that of a wildfire. And neither, did the Princess of Elysia know that one of the Princesses of Dixtrod slept but a few fox-lengths from her location. No, the Princess of Elysia knew none of this, as hefty wings flapped downwards and upwards in such precise unison that the term perfection did not quite describe the seamless movements between the two of her appendages, for the Princess of Elysia had learnt from the best, had been carved from stone and chiseled with the divine skill of her mother Inanna, for though the Queen of Elysia was spiteful and pitiless, none could deny that the Queen could sculpt the finest of lineages.
Sunlight fought to escape the prisons of the clouds above and the mists below with fierce determination, yet letdown and disappointment taunted the tremors of warmth that baked the top of the crystalline surface, and from the expanse of the heavens above, the sight of the battle between the elements came forth as a glorious war, in which the Princess was obliged to observe. The backs of the cool mists below tempted her to reconnoiter, to have that of a cessation between the thunderheads of frustration and anger at the herdmates which she had momentarily left that grew in her soul and her heart, screamed and thrashed and cried out with rage at the very thought that she lived amongst cowards and buffoons. What had the Princess of Elysia done, what made the Fate's smile down upon her back with such sour smiles that she was cursed to patrolling lands in which her kin did nothing but graze to fill fattened bellies and allow wanderers of outcasts and other lands that smelt of salt and the sea and moss step over borders and dance among their flowers?
Did they not have a sense of honor, nobility, of pride and principles? Did she live amongst mad men, with no laws to govern the masses?
With sights set upon the slate blue surface beneath her, mists that danced and weaved as the Sea, the Princess thought naught of the possibility of mortals that might have chosen the fog as a place to rest their heads, as well. She thought nothing of the idea that her landing may come as a surprise to beings that stood beneath her sights, thought nothing of the danger, and with narrowed, warm, melted cores of the Earth itself, the Princess swooped.
The speed of the falling star began to gain in her downward slope, the wind ruffling through primaries and under secondaries and brushing through already messy locks of brunette and greenish-bronze, and as the star falls, her wings tilt in accordance to the sloped degree of her landing, to keep her frame steady and even when her hooves hit the Earth below.
The mists are calm.
And then a gaping hole breaks through it's smooth back and takes on the shape of a Pegasi, massive wingspan yanked upwards with such sudden force that the ligaments attached to them feel a sudden ping of pain through the muscle and cartridge, through the Princess merely grimaces, and with heavy flapping as her weight is pulled backwards in a attempt to slow her landing, the Colossus feels hoof hit moist Earth and grass, mud sticking to feathers and flying upwards into the obscuring fog as Brighid makes herself known about as quietly as that of a bison rampaging through a forest littered with dead twigs.
This is where things go wrong.
For even as the Princess falls into that of a canter, her wings swoosh forwards once more to aid her in a descent like that of a trot, and as they press forwards, the tips of her feathers thud against something very solid and very sharp as the tip of a branch sticking upwards from the ground below, yet the Princess of Earth does not see a log as she draws her wings down to her frame and finally comes to that of a standstill, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Burnished pearls turn with the dome of the Warrior, grit floating with absent movement in the once calm air, and mixing with the swirls of startled fog.
A glint of golden skin meets her hardened gaze, before it is lost in the mists, and a frown catches upon her maw.
"Show yourself."
:: Permission from Ina to say that Brighid whacked poor Azarel baby over the head. Sorry about the clumsy oaf Aza baby!
Tagged: @[Delinne]
Azarel Don't ever take a single second to breathe,
they're going to send me on a murdering spree
He just stood there, in the middle of the fog, scared to the depth of his soul. What should he do? What should he do? The little colt was starting to panic and his little heart raced faster and faster as the seconds went by. Fluffy rested without a singly worry on his golden back. Oh, why couldn't she understand him? Feel his feelings and thoughts like she did with his mama. He searched his surroundings for a way back, but he couldn't see a single thing through this white thick stuff. Little did he know that a pegasus mare was on her way down - to him.
Azarel stood with his dark legs far apart to keep his balance, but even then he fell over when a wing out of nowhere hit his head. He didn't feel any pain, but instead shock filled his system. The colt stumbled and fell to his side as Dezba woke up by the loud noise and by her bed moving too quickly. She meowed with a complaining tune and looked around. Azarel was still on the ground, afraid to move with his sides heaving up and down fast. Sure, the colt was brave, but not when it came to giant wings coming out of nowhere.
After a few seconds, the female brute stopped a few steps away, and the colt started to cry silently when he heard her voice. "Show yourself." Tears ran down his golden cheeks as he watched the figure move around. It felt like thousands of minutes passed when he laid there, when it only was seconds. And then, finally, he dared to talk. But it wasn't to answer the winged brute. "MAAAMAAAAA!" The colt raised his muzzle up and called out, tears wetting the ground he laid upon. Fluffy arched her back and hissed loudly at the stranger who made her bonded's baby cry. The hairs on her back were bristled and straight as she searched the area with electric eyes.
Azarel was still crying, as he didn't know what else to do. Where was mama?