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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.
The shadows of night had become stale, now paled by the break of dawn. Dark wings were thunder, her eyes violent, carmine imbued flame, glossy furnaces almost childishly bright with glee – she reveled at the warm winds clawing through the wild decadence of tempestuous locks, which streamed around her and whipped her skin; this was bliss, for the burning skies of the desert where again her home. This realm was another mother, far from the bosom of hellfire sands heaving skyward that had birthed her, a place of fire, of barbaric storms of lightning and wind and sand, mere ornamentation's of a place possessing such alien beauty…the oblate ground and lush oasis of the Throat were far kinder, a more modest entity when compared to the scarlet witch realm, this new eden so lush that the mare would have feared becoming soft, if not well aware of the rigidity bred into her by the unbridled dynamism of her prior home.
Her interest would never entirely stray from the skies, but the secrecy of the land, with it’s hidden corners and secret places a plenty naturally drew her inquiring eye as well; she had not even been here for a season, and there was still much to enjoy. Godiva descended alongside the great tree’s base with little fanfare, she coasting in a weightless, circling fall from the heaven’s to alight amongst the gnarled arms of it’s sprawling roots. The shock of impact trembled through willowy leg to breast as a gilt hoof delivered the avian figure to the ground, her mane tossed back in a feminine flourish of her neck, still slick with sweat and beading dew. She had fallen among the lush green carpet of the oasis garden, and stood silently admiring the fortitude of the flora that managed to blossom in a place of such heat; even the cool descent of fall had done little to lessen the sun’s presence, though she much enjoyed the familiar sting at her back, drying her wings of the cloud’s breath and the ice that formed at the higher reaches of the sky.
She felt a moment’s urge to wander onward still, and her glance shifted to the west, where the distance of flatland merged with that corner of sky still so absent of morning light; it seeming to stretch so endlessly that her vision blurred. The sudden quietude of shade trumped her will to wander on, and instead, a hoof was outstretched, then another, to lead her closer to the water’s edge, rosy eyes rolled about in a search for something to do a bit closer to her current location.
Before the flood of dawn’s light shattered the stillness of the night, the young Oracle had arrived amongst the tangle of lavish Oasis vegetation and cool shade, to dine while her peers slumbered on. Silas found for them quickly with sharp beady black eyes, an Aquis Pipe hidden by the wayside of mainstream activity; nestled snugly beneath the broad arms of a palm carpeted in Red Spidering Moss. With eager haste driven by the rumble of his empty stomach, the young Zephyr descended upon the mass of unruly growth and slipped with avian nimbleness through slim gapes of vine so that he could retrieve the succulent blooms of the captive Pipe beneath.
The venture was not without its perils mind due, and he pulled short of another greedy lunge when the angry flicker of a disturbed kingsnake’s tongue rose before him. A steady hiss lifted through the quietude of the early morning, and the return clacking of a defiant beak that would ordinarily prey upon a serpent such as that, followed right after. Compelled by her will to live, the snake withdrew its feeble protest and retreated to safety, sinking into a burrow which lay in hiding by the foot of the smothered palm. With no desire to hunt a living creature, Silas returned to his business and after sipping the sweet cool liquid from one flower’s funnel, plucked from the Throat native a lavish breakfast for his beloved.
Africa’s hooves sank quickly beneath the yield of the sodden embankment by the Throat’s lapping edge; so did her lips so readily penetrate to cool, tranquil surface so that she could drink at length and restore her vigour. It had been another restless, sleepless night and her body ached still with the weight of the last day’s fruitless journey to the Threshold and back. It was not so bad if she rested overnight somewhere between, or by the old rough bark of the forest itself; but when she pushed to complete each leg in one day alone, it took nearly double as long for the weariness to leave fully her body. Such burdens were unknown by the majority of her kin; her winged brothers and sisters- their travel was gifted; aided by the churning corridors of air far beyond the reach of ground-dwellers. It had been a difficult lesson to learn, but by now she was comfortable in the bed she had laid for herself.
The soft flap of wings and the rush of air forced to life by their movement drew the Oracle’s pale face upwards. An affectionate smile lifted the peacefulness of her expression, and she breathed heavily in greeting for the arrival of her Bonded. "Thank you." She whispered through the bind of their in tune minds, and he purred warmly below the fluffing cloak of black, purple-sheen feathers upon his breast. As he dropped Africa’s portion by the lake beside her sunken hooves, the first light of day stirred to life the shrill chime of a well rested finch and as its beautiful song welcomed the chorus of many others, the mare and her friend ate their fill.
The gentle tread of another’s hoof upon the soft loam by the Throat drew Africa’s attention as she chewed finally upon the last Pipe flower. In the delicate hour, the stranger- brethren or not, appeared, descending as the Oracle had an hour before towards the water’s rim. A welcoming flutter of breath spread through the mild air between each Pegasus, and she turned as a courtesy; a natural show of respect, to meet the other mare. "Morning,” She began warmly, not nervous because this horse was both flighted and mingling by the central-most point of her home. "I love this hour, don’t you?" A kindly smile lingered with the sweet ring of her soft voice, and she nodded to Silas comfortably whose heart murmured unknown.
Another made their presence known in a gentle manner, a soft utterance of breath that drew Godiva’s stance to shift from it’s lackluster path to the water’s edge. Gilt hooves shuffled with indolent precision to turn her figure aside, broad hindquarters swung aside to angle over towards the other, the inherently warm glow of her gaze softening, cooled by the gentler wrinkling around rosy eyes, welcoming and tranquil; the euphoria of flight was quieted in her heart. Perhaps it was the other’s lack of wing that subdued her so – though a stranger to recognizing such emotion, and far less so one to visibly display it’s registry, the dame regarded such a loss as a horrific thing.
It was a curse that she would wish upon no creature that had experienced the wild and inane splendor of hurtling through burning skies and winds glazed with frost; though lukewarm in temperament and calculating in manner, she was not unkind. The severing of such limbs was either a punishment or among the most wicked of sins; she knew not which applied for the grey mare. Nevertheless, it made her ache to witness it in those milliseconds before control returned with practiced artistry. Blush pink lips pursed lightly for a mere moment before the expression shifted to one more tender, the face presented phased into her unique manner of a smile – smooth and thin lipped, with eyes soft up above. Her chin dipped modestly with the greeting, and with that simple gesture, her body eased into movement to near the other.
“Indeed. Though some light is present even at eventide, I do often still desire something more - this time provides a clarity that no other seems able to lend.” Her native old english was only kept from her choice of phrasing, the sing-song fall of the archaic tongue otherwise heavy in every lilt and punctuation of each tame utterance - but the words came flawlessly smooth, for she spoke the honest truth. The convergence of hush and songsbird's cry, the crisp air pulled into her lungs; it was a pleasure that she had enjoyed before even a fledgling.
She paused at a comfortable distance from the other - less than a yard easily between each velvet muzzle - the direction of her gaze wavering only to swerve to the creature whose details had become more pronounced with proximity – the urge to question was suppressed though, in light of the rituals of introduction she had yet to complete. "Though having dwelt here for moon, I have come to know this land well, but many faces are still a mystery to me - certainly my own is, to many others. I am Godiva."
((thank you for joining c: And sorry about the wait, the holiday season was busier than I expected!))
The other came to rest politely in the company of the one-winged Oracle and her Bonded too settled, raptor-like talons seizing the silken drape of his beloved’s cloak where it dipped along her now well-padded spine. Both avian and mare alike thought immediately that the unusually tinged roan emanated some aura similar to that of Midas and Gaucho; a stoic, warrior-like style which was equally as inspiring as it was reassuring. Being a creature cursed with unfortunate disability, Africa leaned her favour upon those who had pledged their duty to the protection of the more humble folk, and the lands which offered them a cosy bed.
Silas was not as gentle-minded and meek as his passive partner. His beady gaze surveyed the newcomer with cool poise, for he too was a born defender.
Flipping idly to drape around each hock respectively as she quietly regarded the unfamiliar mare, the Oracle let spill into her pale, transparent complexion a genuine air of interest. She, who spoke so movingly- like few soldiers before her, spurred the dappled creature’s thoughts into humble reflection and she knew quickly that each hour; each shade of time brought forth both tests and blessings alike. Africa nodded attentively, agreeing primarily, and marvelling at the exotic, curious nature of the stranger’s tongue.
A breath was drawn simultaneously; brittle as winter’s callous finger threatened their temperate home with the inescapable cold to come- she had missed the last, just; instead the thin-coated Pegasus had bore head-on the full wrath of the blizzards and frigidity in the north.
"Africa," She introduced herself with a not too formal swing of her long, lean skull and the persisting smile which seemed to mask her fittingly. Then the Oracle slipped her pale gaze to where the Zephyr was perched (though her eyes could not quite reach from the awkward angle). "...and this is Silas." With no reason to rush through the serenity granted to them, the Oracle turned a little back towards the shimmering lake and glanced out across its vastness to see if they were still alone in their wakefulness.
"Have you a part to play in the herd yet?" She asked finally, returning her focus to stew inquiringly upon Godiva. Few chose to linger without committing themselves in some way- whether their interests lay with the art of combat, inter-herd relations or simple gathering of crafting materials; each generally found themself doused in some responsibility. With a rattling sigh she rocked beneath the slight presence of her mate who adjusted with a barely audible rumble.