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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.
She had decided to come, and with the turn of a dime and a nod to the females, haunches sprung back chest heaving forth and lunging into the drifts of snow, powder following behind in a spray of mush. Hoping the duo could keep up, he thundered across the Threshold, and leaps from the shelter of the pine into an open field. The rolling hills of glittering snow against the setting sun was indeed beautiful, but with night fall upon their backs, the danger only increased with the sinking of the sun.
Chest heaving, lungs burning from the cold, as his aching muscles fatigued but strain to keep his pace fluid and full of momentum. Audits pivoting upon his obsidian crown as he banked his motion to the right, and pressed harder across the frozen blades of dead foliage into the direction of the caves. Sweat beading and freezing upon his skin as heavy breaths heaved from his lungs, mist and haze huffing around his lips into the cold winter air.
The closer they got, the warmer the climate became. The heart of Helovia off in the distance, is red glow of liquid fire radiated against the winter sky. Crimson pools gazed back, hoping to catch a glimpse of the equine mare with the ink splashed face. Lobes listening for hoof beats, although it was masked behind his own thundering theme as the terrain changed tune below him.
The hiss of snow turned into the slosh of mud, water and hard stone as his hooves made solid contact with the base of the cave entrance. Gazing below, he didn't stop but continued and entered the blackness, eyes doing their best to recourse from being snow-blind, as he let a bellowing wicker erupt from his lungs along the cave walls- it echoed as a song would on a mountain range.
Easing his pace, he turned a soft corner and gazed upon the glowing room before him, the distant sound of water fluttering around the cave walls, it wasn't irritating- but soothing. And he couldn't help but remember meeting Quinn here, what a laughing stock that was. His weight shifted, barrel heaving as he did his best to catch his breath. Snow and ice melting from his fine onyx fibers and dripping from his chest, nose and legs. One hot, freezing mess. Crimson orbs turned to the entrance to the room; hoping the pair of mares had kept pace.
She was almost startled at the stallion’s sudden spin and take-off. He wasted no time leading the pair through the icy Threshhold. As the temperature rose in new territory, Coika’s wound throbbed and stung with its thaw. Now she could say she was hurt. But she pressed on, ignoring the pain as she thundered behind Nato, desperate to stay close as possible. To lose him now would certainly mean disaster.
He was but a blur spraying clouds of fine snow behind him, but she managed to keep him in her sight. Hearing the click of his hooves on stone gave Coika second wind, and in a rush of adrenaline, she spurred herself forward. The cave was near.
Incredible relief was felt when her hooves, too, met the stone. She followed now by sound rather than sight as her eyes adjusted to the dark. Soon, she’d turned the corner and was met with Nato’s silhouette against a warm glow. She stopped abruptly, gazing in awe at the chamber. A quiet nicker was sent forth before the mare took off in a curious trot around the glowing chamber. She turned back toward Nato, and ears pricked forward. Elsa? She paced forward toward the mouth of the chamber, pausing to listen for the angel’s approach.
Though, the pain from her shoulder was ever-nagging and fatigue was setting in. She turned, dancing to the glowing wall. Knees buckled, and she lowered herself to the ground, her side pressed against the wall. Still, she listened. ”Elsa?” she directed toward Nato. Perhaps he could hear what she could not above the distant roar of running water.
The warmth took its toll. Coika’s neck stretched out and her head lay gently on the stone ground. Heavy became her eyelids, and soon she was lulled by the water’s song.
Chest heaved as he did his best to catch his breath, his eyes gazing upon the white mare as she danced into the cave shortly behind him. She was very interesting, in hue, in breed and in actions. She came to a place of hybrid species, blended in a way of different race and religion. Curious to where she had come from, he thought to ask her that question; but shrugged it away as he watched her move through the shadows of the cave. She inquired about the winged mare, as his crimson gaze turned to search for her ivory form in the entrance, lobes flicked forth listening to a stride of hooves, but were met with silence and his own pounding heart within his chest as he snorted and shook his head returning his gaze to Coika. Tired, trembling, she fell to her knees and rested upon the cool cave floor.
As she laid to rest, her doll eyes closing to the peaceful flow of the waterfall. A hidden smile played upon his lips as he only envied the mares innocents; to be able to lay down so comfortable among strangers, no fear or worry, but wounded. Walking closer to the mare, he gave her wounds a once over but kept his distance, remembering their awkward embrace. Instead, he walked to the falls, limbs shuffling through the cold waters alight with a mysterious glow. Velvet lips traced the surface of the water as the cool liquid trickled down his throat.
It was refreshing, but too cold to stay within it for too long. Muscles flexed, and his bones heaved as he pulled from the waters. Droplets falling from his legs and rump as he danced across the cave floor; as he shot a final glance to the ivory mare that he would leave sleeping upon the cave floor. And with that, he vanished into the shadows of the caves.
Ooc: Sorry to cut this short and have him leave her sleeping there. Anyone else can still join in should they like; or venture out on your own =)
@[Coika]
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