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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.
01-05-2014, 12:18 AM (This post was last modified: 01-08-2014, 10:59 PM by Midas.)
Distractions kept the hard choices at bay; and memories that made most my nights horribly wakeful. With the blazing sun striking my back in unforgiving familiarity, I maneuvered my oldest strand of magic as part of daily training that had become routine. Sand. It was fun to simply spin it round and round as a warm up. Twisting sections into shapes that then merged into other indescribable silhouettes—the deep concentration furrowed my brow. The gold granules spun harmlessly into the air, forming beautiful patters that swirled toward heaven. After a few moments of this I willed them to spin faster, urging with a mere thought and by planting my hooves harder into the yielding earth below. Rapidly they spun, encircling my frame in a scattered array, yet never so much as brushing past a hair or feather on my body. The wind picked up, my focus intensified until the sound of whistling sand became a flush hum of blood pumping in each ear.
Sweat pooled around my center, slicking the folds of my muscles until I gleamed. Still they were urged on; steel laced chest heaved with effort, breath began coming in quick, short bursts. Eventually the sand consumed outside vision—it merged together to form a globe. A hurricane of sand, and I was its eye. An unpleasant grunt escaped between clinched teeth, lids slipped closed as I forcefully pushed against the barrier—stretching it to the breaking point. Stretching it until enough space had gathered between me and it that another full sized equine could be standing alongside.
I moved my way through the lands, preparing to take a gander towards the Deep Forest. But, alas, I would not be leaving just yet. I needed to physically see the wall that had severed my hawk from me. The wall that had killed him, no doubt.
As my feet carried me towards the wall of the Throat where I could leave, though, I ran across a hurricane of sand, one which had formed a globe. I was but a half a horse space away from it and I could feel the wind as it pressed against my pelt.
And slowly the globe began to expand, it's tendrils of spinning sand stretching out, to encase more ground. Soon, the sand was scratching against my pelt, and I am stumbling backwards, eyes squeezed shut to feel the vibrations as they ring through the earth from the force of the magic in use before me. I can feel my pelt stinging from where it had tried to spread and cling to me.
So, with ears perked up I waited to see if it would die, if the sands would attempt spread even further and create more stings on my coat. My flesh trembling a little, trying to shake off the feeling of the sting, and my mouth almost hanging open from awe. I hadn't believed something such as this could exist at these times. I would wait. If my assumptions were correct, from the vibrations of the magic that was swirling before me, perhaps it was Midas hiding behind the veil of sand.
Rasta might have gone unnoticed awhile longer had it not been for Fina who approached from the sky and saw the crafter stumble away from my dome. At first she wasn’t overly concerned about the mare, it was her own stupidity that she didn’t take notice of yon sand sooner—then it dawned on the Phoenix that said alabaster woman was also blind in their previous encounters. “Midas, stop,” she called,“Rasta.” In the center of the swirling mass I opened my eyes, and instantly pulled the sphere closer. After a moment the granules slipped by gravity’s beckon back to earth. The golden sheen turned into the sandy brown and red it had been before; a tight frown is upon my face and the rise of concern now furrowed my brows instead of intimate concentration.
“Are you…” I started to say once my vision was clear enough to see her standing by—eyes wide and awash with care. She didn’t appear injured, perhaps a little dusty, but we usually all where (part of living in a desert), “Forgive me, I didn’t know ye was standing there.” tone was soft and apologetic but still more than a little breathless; aureate gaze rose from her shoulders to the vacant eyes I expected to see—yet surprisingly they weren’t the milky emotionless pools I’d grown used to. “Are you alright?” I asked finally, unsure if it was the trick of the sun or my own tired longings that caused her eyes to come alive. Limbs took a few casually steps closer, partly to get a better look and verify both questions.
I shuffled my feet, stumbling back a few more steps as the sand bothered my shoulder. My eyes peering up towards the sky, trying to find the source of this creation if there was any. Alas, I could not see any. And, as the pheonix came down I was shuffling my feet backwards.
Nightmares of my hawk burning to death. The way that the wings twisted and curled. Smoke. The smell of flesh charring. Her eyes were widening.
He asked if she was okay, but she couldn't manage to shake or nod her thread and her eyes were widening. He said that he didn't know she was standing there. But it doesn't matter, because the images of her hawk burning are still flashing behind her skull.
Midas is moving in closer. He seems concerned - confused but still genuinely concerned.
It didn't matter, though. I can't bring myself to keep moving. My limbs are shuffling me backwards and I am running. I am running for my life. Tears are streaming down my face as I imagine the grotesque manner in which my hawk would have been killed. And I can't stop the smell of burning flesh. It's inflitrated my mind even though it isn't there. And it is then when I turn on my tail. I don't care if he yells my name. I don't care if he comes racing after me. I need out of this sand-filled land. I need to find the wall that had severed this bond. I need some sense of closure on his death so that I can properly grieve the one thing that had been my life connection.
And so I run. I run to the Deep Forest to try and get my mind into a better place...
THREAD IS FINISHED
two feet standing on a principle
two hands digging in each others wounds
cold smoke seeping out of colder throats darkness falling, leaves nowhere to move