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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, 01:27 AM (This post was last modified: 12-29-2013, 01:27 AM by Déodat.)
Déodat came from a line of warriors. The soldier life ran through his very veins and part of him believed there wouldn’t have been any way for him to escape it even if he wanted to. In his youth all he knew was war and fighting. Since the fall of his homeland he had tasted of many different things. Yet even with the peace that he had experience, the Blood Prince knew what his purpose was, and he would always crave the thrill of the battlefield. Nothing compared to that when one would see their enemies on the opposing side, and you charge in to prepare for that first clash. Before Helovia, he came from a line of blood that was held in the highest esteem. Nowadays, he was a simple foot soldier, there was a chance though that this could change. Just as the crown had shifted to the heads of Deimos and Illynx, the powers were shifting within the army.
Déodat was ready for a good fight. He was ready to feel the blood of his opponent upon his horn, and crush them beneath his hoof. Of course there wouldn’t be any attempt at his opponent’s life, or serious maiming, he still had every intention of giving them something to remember him by. Victory or loss, the Blood Prince would ensure that this opponent of his would have to fight tooth and claw. He wound ensure that if his opponent had any hope of winning, they would have to fight, there would be no easy victory.
Now it was time for the foes to meet on their field of battle. Only one of them could take that second step toward the crown, toward the title. Déodat moved with a sort of predatory style, and there was a almost hungry look in his eyes. Every muscle in his body was well-rested and no longer sore from his previous expedition. Déodat wouldn’t let himself get cocky, but he had every intention of crushing the opposing force into the dust.
As he reached the appointed place of their battle, the Blood Prince’s gaze briefly flicked up at the sky as snow began to slowly drift down. Snow was no foreign object on the field of battle, that he had in his advantage. There would be the fact that he knew next to nothing about his opponent against him, that didn’t change a thing though. Plenty of times he had charged into battle against a foe who’s name he didn’t even know. This time it would be no different.
The Blood Prince stood there with his held high, and his every fiber sent off challenging vibes, and the fire in his eyes only grew. He scraped his front right hoof against the snow, taunting and challenging. There was no rush for the him to attack, so he gave it over to his opponent to see how precisely how he would react to his taunts and perhaps he would throw in some jeers as well. Not many could keep a clear head if they lose control of their temper, the Blood Prince was an expert on the subject of tempers.
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Setting: A clear patch central in the Basin. It is a chilled day and there is snow falling around them, with quite a bit of snow already on the ground. It is about mid-afternoon time.
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