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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.
Nervousness melted away immediately after Silas's sudden appearance, and the lovely gift crafted so finely by a winged king as Midas caught my interest for the longest period of time. The gesture led to a loss of control as I continued to fawn over it briefly as a velvet muzzle reminded me not to fear. The king's own presence added to the positive warmth with an extra layer of protection curbing his own frets about defense in a new world.
If a soothing touch never would have existed, surely my heart would have hardened into a cold stone. I never knew what an actual heart looked like, but I had always associated the organ with the ability to feel. Now? I began to absorb all of the emotions naturally built into the story, but orally passed down in the lovely voice none other than Africa herself. I was immediately curious, and impulse drove into asking her rather than ask the king so he could interact. It was still beautiful, and guilt stashed itself away.
A few connections were made. So we were in Helovia. Dragons were creatures. Magic! The whole story was fodder for my keen ears; my attention focused intently upon the story. I constantly focused my attention upon words of the wise, and the adults more in their prime than I currently was. I conjured some images of Urulóki's appearance, but none of them felt right. I kept imagining the dragon as ferocious and destructive. The traits sounded apparent. However, there was low appreciation for those who caused destruction to the land, but that was ancient and I'm just a boy. At least a tree stood its ground in the end.
Sometimes I imagined myself there, drifting off into a fantasy-induced daydream where I was the one to witness the war. Urulóki would stand with scorching flames building in his breast - behind thick scales guarding his vulnerable flesh - while it would eventually erupt from his angular mouth and the world would be filled with fire and drenched in crimson stains upon the desolate lands. I was unfazed, invincible to his wrath, and every imagery stood out without a blissful sight to be seen. Dark and depressing was the land after the dragon was slain, and Helovia soon birthed Dragon's Throat.
I sunk too deep into my imagination to realize I had yet to see Africa had finished her story. My senses were slow to return, and I had to blink a few times to recall what reality looked like through the eyes of a vulnerable colt. There, the grey mare was close with warmth continuously radiating from her body, and the own regal aura from the winged king. Mesmerized, and won over, I nearly drifted back into a sleep filled with dreams. The adrenaline had stopped pumping long ago so I felt the aftereffects throbbing in my legs again. Was this how a dream was? Sometimes I mused when I was dreaming and when I was fully awake on Helovian soil where magic was possessed by my kin, and dragons breathed flames upon the land.
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Comments: Alright! An excellent end by the trio. I'm ready whenever you are, as well :D
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