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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 friendly brute had remembered to take the two females he had met in the Threshold back to the Windtossed Foothills. They had parted ways for a little bit, remembering he had met Abishia in the Deep Forest. But it was now time to reveal his home to gain their final decision on whether they wanted to stay permanently, or not. A friendly nicked escaped ivory kissers as he turned his head behind him to see whether the mares were following him or not.
Abishia was a true dear, and it made him feel sad that she had been wandering alone for so long. She was youthful and deserved to be with others, a family that would look after her. Her innocence and jovial attitude brightened up the stallion's day with her girlish giggles. The ebony mare, Laska was also quite a sweetheart, though her nature tended to be more withdrawn. Quiet and shy, she seemed almost anxious when Arrane and Abishia approached. But in the end, Laska seemed to soften up and take a liking to the younger filly.
"Are you excited that you're coming to the Foothills?" His question was sincere, and he wished to know if they actually wanted to follow him back to the haven. All they needed to do was finish their little journey to the borders and call to the herd leaders, Apollo or Phaedra. Arrane would let them decide from there if the two would be accepted to the Foothills, but the ivory stallion was certain that his kindred leader would comply. "Now, out of curiosity, do you ladies have any certain skills that you could tell me of?" Masculine vocals were dipped with humor, truly interested in what they could do. He wanted to get to know future herd mates better, so guessing the the trip to the Threshold to the Foothills was a good time to bond.
01-09-2014, 06:11 PM (This post was last modified: 01-09-2014, 06:11 PM by Abishia.)
A B I S H I A strong, young, and beautiful
Swift movements, graceful actions, long legs, perfect lines... curves. Toned muscles, and a beautiful face. Her features all came together like an intricate jigsaw, put together the pieces, and you get the most beautiful puzzle you have had seen. With every day, she became more and more mature, she was now almost a yearling. The girl is large for her age, and has looks that will shock you at first glance. Her locks reach the ground, now curly. She was really something majestic and worthy of more than she has. She is a true princess.
Eagerness and anxiety claws at her, as she walks behind the kind and sweet Arrane, next to her new friends, Laska. Lightly, she reaches her maw out to touch her shoulder, looking down at the smaller mare with kind and loving pools of brown and sage green. She is proud to be friends with such a great mare, and looked forward to her friendship with her. Abi liked to think, that her future is bright, and hopefully will include Laska and Arrane, and possibly the Foothills. A smile spread over her pale kissers, and she flicked her harks forward, when she heard the brute speak. "Are you excited that you're coming to the Foothills?" She nodded enthusiastically, looking over at Laska, and not taking her eyes off her new friend when speaking. " Of course Arrane! I look forward to visiting your home, sir. " A light smile still dancing on her kissers, she focused forward, being careful not to trip over anything. She glanced to the side in which Laska wasn't walking, and was pleased to find the figures of her mother and Antie. They looked down at her with large smiles, proud. They where proud of her? Abishia smiled wide, happy she had made her deceased family joyous. Turning her dome back to the front, she listened to Arrane's next words, "Now, out of curiosity, do you ladies have any certain skills that you could tell me of?"
Abishia let out a grateful nicker, glad to start up a conversation. She jogged forward, coming on next to Arrane. With a large smile she spoke, her words light and airy. " I draw in the sand with twigs. I also have a interest in crafting. I enjoy making things for other, and bringing smiles to everyone's lips."
01-10-2014, 01:01 PM (This post was last modified: 01-10-2014, 04:44 PM by Jorogumo.)
Jorogumo The hurt the head forgets, The heart will always remember
The Spider Child moved with the cloud of shadow behind her. Slowly she was succumbing more and more to the evil that burned inside of her. For brief moments in the cold north her mortality had surfaced, but that only seemed to fuel the monster inside all the more. So, the filly returned to the land that lay at the feet of her own home. One had fallen victim to her poison kiss so what was to say others wouldn’t? With each step, she watched as the plants wilted and faded. A fit of giggles seized Jorogumo at the sight of such fragile life. Once again the filly heard voices. Her ears perked forward, and she slowly walked toward them. One of the bodies was familiar and she could feel rage churn inside of her. It was the ugly little Chou.
Jorogumo found a shady spot to meld into. Unlike the other attacks, she would play with this victim. “Chooouuuu,” she called in a sing-songy voice. “Oh ugly little chou, I have come to shatter your wings.” It was then she vanished from her spot in the darkness and appeared before the filly. Jorogumo was inches away from her, so she immediately sent her signature wad of spit before going in for the attack.
There would be no mercy from the spider. This time there would be a true price to pay. The spider lunged at the butterfly, her teeth reaching out and latching onto flesh. All that could be seen was a decaying savage. And Jorogumo wouldn’t simply watch her work. Instead, she would pound the butterfly into the dust and watch as she became as hideous and deformed as she.
With a strong tug on the flesh, the child finally released her victim. Slowly her tongue ran over her lips and she turned toward the white stallion. She wouldn’t attack him, instead she just spat toward him. Whether or not it would infect him she did not care. All that she wanted was the butterfly to realize that the predator always conquered the prey.
Abishia came up behind the stallion, jovial as ever with shining orbs. The stallion had to admit that she was beautiful: long locks of luscious hair tumbling almost to the ground. Her poise was regal, head held high and a lovely sheen to her bay fur. Legs were long and strong, accompanying her lithe body with their slenderness. Abishia was a picture of beauty, a true princess.
Walking besides the brute's flank, he felt her warmth near his ivory body, feeling her amiable mood rub off on him. Her smiles were cheerful, and seemed to almost brighten up the sun and day itself. Arrane enjoyed being in Abishia's company. He truly did. She rubbed off in a sisterly figure to him, a little sister. "Don't call me Sir, you're a sister to me now. I'm Arrane", smiling, and craning over to nuzzle her softly, they continued on their walk with kindred smiles.
"You are very special, and it brings me joy you with to make others smile", pleased, the male dipped his head. "Abishia, you're so talented, and useful", the stallion said with a happy smile. But then an act of brutallty played in front of Arrane's eyes. He was not one to cry, or seem week, but the destruction of the filly brought a sour taste to his throat. Tears stung his eyes as a scream unleashed from his throat, charging at the attacking filly and aiming a kick at her neck. She had to let Abishia go.
Backing up though with rage, he knew this was a fight that couldn't be won. This was a plague of darkness. Abishia was lost. This filly was lost. The Foothills would be lost if didn't go warn. "I swear...I SWEAR ABISHIA. YOU'RE DEATH WON'T BE IN VAIN", yell shattered from his throat, the warrior stallion wanted to murder that crazy bitch. He wanted to kick her until the rest of her decaying form was a bloody pulp on the ground. Avoiding a wad of spit shot at him, he revealed his teeth in a vicious snarl. "CRAZY BITCH!" Furious vocals ripped out of a scratchy throat as he ran away back towards the Foothills. Abishia. Poor fae.
Sobs wracked him, emotion evident. She was like a little sister to him, making the day a shining ray. But she was gone, dead, attacked by a demon of darkness that he couldn't stop. Why? Why her?
"Talking"
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OOC:; // I don't know if Abishia is infected or not...I'm confused. And Arrane thinks Abishia is dead. :C Because in one thread (that is during the infection with Boa), Arrane already runs to the Foothills to announce a wraith. It took place after this thread, so I don't know... o.o
It had all happened so fast. One moment she was having a pleasant conversation, the next, she was getting attacked by one of the flesh-eating, brainless, and horrific monsters. When she say the little thing come into view, she stumbled backward. It seemed it wasn't a horse at all, but a rotting mutant... With spider legs? Immediately, she tensed her lean muscles, preparing to defend Arrane with her life. But then, she realized, this was the spider girl. The one that she had gotten in a skirmish with earlier. A gasp escaped her pale lips, and she stepped back even more. Then, the rotten thing came after her.
The spider mutant reached out for the pretty girl, and Abishia stepped to the side quickly. She knew what she could do, and already had the moves planned out in her head. She escaped the attack with a small scratch, caused by the jagged, disgusting teeth that lay inside the things mouth. Baring her teeth, she watched as it tired to lick her small wound. Again, she took more steps back, disgusted by the actions of this once pretty filly. Putting her weight on her hind legs, she rose into a rear. Her large, lean frame was balanced perfectly, and the much smaller girl had no chance of knocking her down. With her front pillars she struck at the top of it's dome with violent, powerful pumps. Smashing back to the ground, she had noticed that the others were speaking, and Arrane had started to run off. Keeping her gaze on the spoiled Unicorn, she called out to him, her voice tense with anger. " Arrane, warn the others! Don't worry about me. " She then lowered her voice into a deep groan. Honestly, she didn't know how it came about, but it escaped her kissers; it was her own version of a growl. The sound could send creeps up the spine of any being in Helovia. Then, with a squeal, she whipped around, kicking up her heels in a powerful buck, she aimed the hit at the barrel of the thing, another low noise escaping her kissers. Her orbs were lit with fury, and she circled the thing, her voice low, an evil twinge to it that she had never experienced before. " I will destroy you. You disgust me. Leave, and I will spare your life. Don't worry, I won't waste anytime killing you. Actually, I just might. Go. " She stamped her right front pillar, towering over the spider girl. She was nearly two times her side, and could easily squish her under her hoof. The advances of being large, she thinks smugly. She didn't mind ending a life that could be so evil. She flicked her maw away from the Foothills, hoping to keep her away from the family that would soon be Abi's. " Go, that way. I won't let anyone know. I promise. " Abishia was truthful, and she showed this in her now soft tone. " I know where you can be healed, and become yourself again. "
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