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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.
12-29-2013, 12:23 AM (This post was last modified: 12-29-2013, 12:30 AM by Kovoden.)
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FEAR WAS STRUNG ACROSS EVERY NERVE IN KOVODEN'S BODY, MILKY EYES WIDE WITH THE NEED TO FLEE. THUNDER CRACKS OMINOUSLY ABOVE, STROKING THE POOR BLIND FOOL AND TELLING HIM TO RUN. RUN LIKE A COWARD. SOFT GRASSES BRUSH AGAINST HIS LEGS THAT SHUFFLE HIM ALONG, PUSHING HIM FURTHER IN AN UNKNOWN DIRECTION. HE HAD BEEN ABANDONED AGAIN, THIS TIME BY THE ONE WHO FOUGHT FOR HIM. WELL, WHERE WAS SHE NOW? HE CROAKS, A LOUD CACKLING LAUGH OF THUNDER SHAKING THE BONES IN HIS BODY.
HE CONTINUES TO WANDER, HOPING THAT THE DIRECTION HE WAS HEADED WAS TAKING HIM AWAY FROM THE MONSTER ABOVE. PARCHED LIPS OPEN IN A PLEA FOR HELP, BLIND EYES REACHING AND BEGGING FOR SOMETHING. ALL THAT HE RECEIVED WAS BLACKNESS, AS USUAL. HIS HEART BEATS LIKE A DRUM, RINGING IN HIS EARS AND THREATENING TO BURST OUT OF HIS CHEST CAVITY AND RUN AWAY, FLAMES ON IT'S HEELS, ON IT'S OWN (CONSIDERING HIS BODY ISN'T MUCH OF A HELP AND IS PRESUMABLY JUST GETTING HIM IN DEEPER SHIT). A DESPERATE LAUGH GETS STUCK IN HIS THROAT AT THE THOUGHT, AUDITS SWIVELING LIKE SATELLITES. ADRENALINE PUMPS THROUGH HIS VEINS, WINGS TUCKED IN AT HIS SIDES AS HIS THICK FORM BUSTLES THROUGH THE REEDS, UNKNOWN WHAT IS IN STORE FOR HIM.
NARES FLARE, UNSURE WHETHER THAT WHAT HE WAS SMELLING WAS ACTUALLY THE SCENT OF SOMEONE ELSE OR IF HIS MIND DECIDED TO PLAY TRICKS ON HIM. A DESPERATE WHINNY COURSES VIBRATES IN HIS NECK, A HOOF SCRAPING AT THE GROUND. WAS THERE SOMEONE ELSE? WOULD THEY HELP HIM?
BUT WHAT IS THAT? -- SMOKE MAYBE? HE DID NOT KNOW WHAT IT WAS, BUT IT BURNED HIS NOSE AND HIS THROAT GREW TIGHT AND HIS LUNGS WHEEZED. CACKLING, SPARKLING FLAMES DRAW NEAR WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE, BLIND EYES SEEING NOTHING. THE SOUND DANCES AT HIS EARS AND TAUNTS HIM.. WHAT COULD IT POSSIBLY BE? INSTINCTS SCREAMED AT HIM TO TAKE HOOF AND RUN AND RUN AND RUN AND TO NOT STOP UNTIL HE FELL OVER WITH EXHAUSTION.
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT, RIGHT?
THE FLAMES EAGERLY ATE UP THE DRY GRASS HE STANDS IN, HUNGRILY REACHING FOR HIM, CLOSER AND CLOSER. FINGERS TICKLED HIS FORE LEGS AND KOVO JUMPS BACK, FRIGHTENED, HAIR SINGED.
BUT IT IS TOO LATE.
THE FLAMES RAPIDLY SWALLOW HIM, WRAPPING HIM UP IN A PILLAR OF RED AND ORANGE AND WHITE HOT PAIN. BLOOD CURDLING SCREAMS MAKE HIS OWN HAIR STAND ON END, THE FLAMES GNAWING AT HIM LIKE A STARVED WOLF. THEY JUMP DOWN HIS THROAT AND HE SLAMS HIS MOUTH SHUT, TEETH RATTLING IN HIS SKULL AS TEARS STREAK DOWN HIS FACE. THE FLAMES SEEM TO GROW WITH HIS DISDAIN AND PAIN, STRONGER AND STRONGER AND THE PAIN IS SO BAD THAT NOTHING COULD BE WORSE. HE CAN NOT KEEP HIS LIPS SEALED, AND ALL HE CAN HEAR IS THE ROAR OF THE FLAMES THAT ENGULF EVERY POSSIBLE INCH OF HIM, WINGS FLAPPING USELESSLY AS THE FEATHERS BURN UP TO NOTHING. HE CAN HEAR HIS SCREAMS AS IF THEY WERE COMING FROM SOMEON ELSE, FAR AWAY. EVERYTHING HURTS AND THE FLAMES EAT AWAY AT HIM AS HE STUMBLES AROUND USELESSLY, REARING UP AND FALLING BACKWARDS WITH A LOUD THUD.
HE HAS NO WILL TO STAND UP. HE DOES NOT KNOW THAT HE IS SO CLOSE TO THE EDGE OF THE GRASS FIELD. HE DOES NOT KNOW THAT THAT SOMEONE ELSE CAUSED THIS - CAUSED HIS PAIN AND DEATH THAT WAS CERTAINLY COMING. THAT THAT SOMEONE COULD STILL BE STANDING THERE AND WATCHING HIM AND LETTING IT HAPPEN. BUT HE WAS NOT SADDENED AT THE THOUGHT OF DEATH. NO ONE LOVED HIM. HE WAS A WORTHLESS BEING THAT HAD BEEN ABANDONED TWICE. HE HAD WINGS BUT WOULD NEVER EXPERIENCE THE SUPERNATURAL ABILITY OF FLIGHT AND THE FREEDOM THAT CAME WITH IT. DEATH WAS ALMOST A WELCOME IDEA, IT MUST BE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE PAIN THAT COURSED THROUGH EVERY VEIN, IT MUST BE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE ETERNAL BLACKNESS THAT HE WAS CURSED WITH, IT MUST BE SO MUCH BETTER THAN LOSING TWO MOTHERS - THE ONLY PEOPLE HE HAD EVER KNOWN.
WHITE EYES FISH FOR FOR SOMETHING, ANYTHING, PAIN AND FEAR AND HOPE CAUGHT UP IN THE TEAR COVERED EYES, WILLING FOR SOMEONE TO BE THERE - WILLING FOR SOMEONE TO HELP."WHY?" HE CROAKS OUT, VOICE DEAD AS HIS BODY CONVULSES IN COUGHS THAT GRATE AGAINST HIS THROAT AND EARS.