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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.
When the darkness creeps into the edges of your consciousness, at first you do not notice. The hint of fear in your heart is easily dismissed as nonsense as your rational mind tells you "there's no such thing!" But the shadow looms ever closer, whispering and dancing in sides of your vision, just to where you cannot see.
You turn your head, sharply, and see nothing.
It taunts you, haunts your eyes and mind until you jump at the slightest sound and gasp at the roots grabbing your hooves in this god forsaken marsh. You try and tell yourself that the dead are dead here, that the looming darkness and beating of your heart is silly!
Perhaps that rationality will be your undoing. For the creatures that loom here, the plague wind that rises is far more foul that you could imagine. A conscienceless entity, designed from the souls of the dead, moves across the waters, disturbing what lays buried beneath.
A warning lingers in the back of your mind, yelling until it comes to the forefront.
"RUN."
Heed this warning, for the consequences of staying are more frightening that any that your mind can conjure.
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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.
The deposed prince soars through the evening sky easily, the year's last warm thermals holding him aloft. It is easy to glide across the terrain this way, and so much less straining than it would have been to run. He has always preferred flying to walking, perhaps because it reminded him of his heritage. In Th'orqui, most of the royal family and the courtiers had been pegasi; wings were a mark of rank, not necessarily by choice, but by happenstance. The lower nobles and merchants had been primarily unicorns, and equines made up the lower classes. There were some that did not fit these molds, of course - his favorite lady-in-waiting to flirt with had been equine, after all - but he could not recall ever meeting one of the Family without wings, nor could he remember seeing a slave that was not an equine. Some things simply were, and there was nothing he could do about that.
Regardless of reasoning, he loves to fly. As though to prove it, he twirls a tight spiral in midair, earning a hiss of discontent from his companion, Zarina, who grumbles menacingly as her center of gravity shifts and she is forced to grab onto his mane. The prince chuckles, much to Zarina's dismay. She is quite convinced that he should find her much more menacing than he often seems to. You lose me, Lady angry. The thought sobers the smirking stallion. If Zarina were to fall, Resplendence would have his head. He sighs heavily. "You never let me have any fun," he says to no one in particular, and banks to the right to head for home.
A creeping movement catches his eye, and he turns his head only to find that nothing is there. Still, a rather menacing feeling begins to rise in his breast, and with a frown he pushes himself a bit faster, flaps his wings a bit harder. The air around him seems to crackle, almost as though he is flying into a storm - but the air is clear of even the smallest drop of rain. A light sweat breaks out across his withers. Below, he notices a swirling mass of darkness - but it can't be alive, can it? It must simply be the result of a sunset. As the darkness swallows the Marsh, the stallion streaks for home. If this is danger, the Edge must know.
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Walk walk walk. Talk talk talk. Think think think.
The Blood Prince wasn’t sure what drew him from the cold north. Maybe he felt the need to shift the scenery, whatever the reason it wasn’t of any importance. There was something malevolent and foul about the marsh. Death polluted the air and he looked about, unsure as to why anyone would even step foot into such a place. Yet here he was, wandering about far out of the reach of the mountains to the north. Coming here was a mistake it seemed, especially since something about the place seemed incredibly off. A snort escaped from Déodat’s nostrils as he looked about.
Something about this place was beginning to seem more and more off. Despite the death that hung in the air, something from hell itself was in the air. There wasn’t any way he could describe the pit he felt in his stomach. Another scent filled his nostrils, and he moved toward it with as silent of a step as he could muster. Before him stood a skyrat, his lip curled and disgust. For a moment he considered going after the disgusting thing, before his mind was made up though, the winged monster fled. What had caused the coward to run? It wouldn’t take long for Déodat to find out. Every fiber of his being screamed for him to run, and he fought with it for a very long moment. A bit of disappointment washed over him as he creature ran, there would be no pursuit. The Blood Prince continued on his way, delving deeper into the grips of the marsh. It seemed as though the very scenery was mocking and laughing at him. What a preposterous thought!
There was a shape looming to the left of him. His head snapped in that direction and his eyes narrowed. Was it just a mind trick? Or was whatever he thought he saw a sign of what the mongrel had run from? This wasn’t natural, no, a very supernatural phenomenon was going on here. Then he saw it, what precisely the supposed coward had fled from. At his feet darkness pooled.
This was unlike anything Déodat had ever seen. Instinct got the best of him and he backed away from the spot. The stallion turned and he ran, oh how he ran. The Plague needed to know. Whatever was brewing up in the darkness of this place could very well effect his home, even if they lived miles away from this place. This evil could very well play to their advantage should it spread, at the same time, it very well could destroy them as well. Déodat wouldn’t risk the possibility of this phenomenon not being relayed to his superiors. Something insidious was beginning, he could feel it within his bones.
Once again I found myself away from the protective boughs of the Foothills, a lone wanderer with no true purpose for the miles he walked. I had begun to wonder some time ago what drove me to walk from the Foothills so often, for I did truly love those who called it home and had welcomed me so openly when I sought acceptence at Ophelia's side. But with my pale foster mother of sorts gone as well as Roskuld and Hototo gone, did I really belong there anymore? I'd not seen Ophelia since before her departure, nor Hototo, and my run-in with Roskuld in Tallsun was hardly a reunion. I missed them all dearly and wished nothing more than to have them back, but did they wish for the same? Surely they were off to bigger and better things, but what of I? The son of the Moon, and here I was walking with my head down low and nothing better to do but waste time.
The ground changed beneath my feet as the thought left my head, the terrain now soggy and cool, sucking, squelching and popping with every step. For a moment I came to a halt, the mud taking the time to slowly encase my hooves in a meager attempt to hold me where I stood. To have reached the marsh, I must have been gone for longer than I previously thought. My chest warbled in guilt; what if the Foothills had come under attack in my absence, and I was a blind fool to it? What if they needed me and I was not there to provide myself?
Out of nowhere, my worry for the Foothills vanished all at once in the form of a painted stag streaking through the sky away from the marsh, and then another, darker painted stallion darting away from the marsh, leaving it far behind him. "Hey!" I called out, hoping that one of them would hear and find it in themselves to stop, but it seemed I had spoken up too late. Taking a deep breath I turned my head back forward, weighing my options for a moment before I pulled a hoof free from the mud and started forward. Of course I was quite frightened by the way the two painted studs had fled from this place, for it showed in my wide eyes and apprehensive movements as I drew ever closer to the marsh, but I was driven to find what lurked within the shadows I held so dearly.
Not far into my approach, a deep unsettling could be felt unfolding within my chest. I knew it was my body telling me to turn tail and get out of here, but my mind told me it was only from seeing the other two flee in such a mad panic. It was easy enough to dismiss and carry on. But as I ventured deeper and the trees soon began to tower over me, the corners of my vision are taken over my pure black darkness. Instinct snapped my head to the side, for surely somebody had snuck up on me and had gotten much too close, but... there wasn't a soul to be seen. One ear flicks back in contemplation as my mind cranks, trying to decipher if this was all in my head or just a trick of the marsh. I knew that I shouldn't be afraid of the shadow and dark, for they are mine to command and nurture, not to drive me away.
Stubbornly I went on, but only a step or two later, the darkness returned to the corners of my vision. Rather than snap my neck one way or the other, I come to a standstill, almost challenging whatever this was to stop hiding and show itself. One uncomfortable second passed, another, then another, before I slowly turned my head to peer at the culprit, but again... there seemed to be nothing. I stood there, in absolute confusion and discomfort.
"Who is ther-" I started, but before I could finish, a great, rogue wind blew from nowhere, whipping at my mind and threatening to push me over onto my side. Bracing myself against it, I admit I had taken a step or two back at the suddenness of it, but it wasn't quite enough to drive me away just yet. Again I opened my mouth to demand answers as to what was going on, but my breath was stolen away when the deeper waters ahead of me began to move in a haste towards me, indicating that I was indeed not alone.
My heart began to race, my nostrils expanding wide in preparation to run; in a single moment, a great sense of foreboding, of evil seemed to surround me, thrusting me backwards several steps until I managed to spin myself around, putting my rear to the unseen entity beneath the waters. The stupefied move almost sent me to the ground, but within three steps I was gone, slipping through a shadowy vortex that would take me to the Foothills.
Whether this danger would be contained only in the marsh or this was a sign of something far greater to come, I needed to warn the others.
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