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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.
02-01-2014, 05:05 PM (This post was last modified: 02-01-2014, 05:06 PM by Lena.)
Listless and languid, the flow of safety pervading the essence, the foundation, the notion and sentiments of their wayfaring, wandering, orchestrated and composed her lithe movements. Times of peril claimed the channels of her motions, ruminations, and calculations, past the wicked shrapnel of hurricane debauchery and distant decadence, flowing into the adversary remnants of their ominous beginnings. Were she not so bold, not so valiant, not so honorable or beneficent, she could have been cowering amongst the heathen bulrushes or nefarious outcrops, shrinking and withering in the gloomy shadows, shuddering from quartet strings bursting against her eardrums. Instead, she’d scraped, molded and searched along the Threshold again, like a foreign memory a mere season ago, hoping for resurgence and renewal, when now, in the daunting supremacy of bedlam, of chaos, not stirred by their own animosity, she simply pressed for rescue. Salvaged from the wreckage of havoc, from the formidable, intimidating twilight clawing at their figures, had been two mares, one hornless, the other shaped with a sword, liberated from the confusion, the calamity, the acrimony gliding amongst their ravaged coils. Sadly, bitterly, rancorously, the songbird knew she could only offer pithy, concise knowledge on the musings of the land and its torn frame, for she’d seen darkness building, brewing, flowing along the Steppe first, caustic and callous, unbidden and rising, and then, entombed within Kahlua, a wondrous friend pushed and mauled until she’d been altered, morphed, into some unknown beast. Only when she’d triggered her song, when she’d unleashed strains, ditties, melodies, dreams and aria strings, had the Glazier become the companion she’d once known.
So she hummed and hymned amongst the rapid, shifting corridors, attempted to keep the vicious world at bay, trumpeting the vivid, mellifluous flow of soothing, assuaging benevolence, struggling to shatter the art of demise from coming too close to their nomadic souls. As they neared the sanction of sanctuary, her eyes traced the subtle hole in the ground, open, wide, an expanse destined to hold them deep into its belly, swallowing, consuming, devouring, and sheltering. Deep into the fathoms, where herds gathered and dwelled, united by zealous, unholy, malevolent circumstance, christened by patrons, saints and gods, consecrated by a wise angel. Could it contain so many occupants, allow them to slink and slither into its vessel, hallowed and hollowed, bravely sculpted into the storm? Mulling over the perplexing notions spread amongst their veil, she turned and smiled to the two femmes following her, cherishing the few, precious moments of safety, of luxury, of protection, before opulence became smothered over and over again. “Here we are!” The ivory kitsune gave a twirl to signify the grand gesture, bobbing her head in time to the chords Lena drummed from the breathless murmurs and croons unearthed in her lungs. Beast and nymph expected queries from the duo, and amidst the grandiose train of bafflement and bewilderment, she’d do her best to explain – but even she’d been left in the dark, stepping in the trills of truth when it sparked and ignited in front of her.
@[Elsiyum] @[Mermaid]
Lena</style> where there is love, there is life.</style>
02-02-2014, 12:52 AM (This post was last modified: 02-02-2014, 12:56 AM by Mermaid.)
LIKE A WAVE ON THE OCEAN
Elsiyum’s response to our newly arrived rescuer is very amusing to me. For the sake of my friend’s pride I am careful not to give any sign of this amusement. There, you see child? You are a Unicorn not a “monster”… these thoughts too remain silent. She is intrigued enough to agree at once to the offer we’ve received though she too informs the other of our hampered traveling speed. This does not appear to trouble Lena. When she could have changed her mind she instead gives us one final reassuring grin, so warm that I cannot help returning it, and moves to lead the way into the night with that fox like creature still twirling about at her side. Well here we go then, no turning back now…
I step forward slowly allowing my young companion to continue using me for support.
So we make our painstaking way into this new world.
The land we cross is thickly forested at first and I find myself having to move even slower so as not to stumble over tree roots. It would have been nice to have arrived in full daylight but things are what they are. I am grateful for Lena, without her guidance I’d have been dreadfully lost in the first hour and there was something in that warning she issued us before that suggested getting lost in this place could be deadly.
On we go and I am fighting to keep my eyes open as we leave the tree cover for a hot dry place. Our path skirts around a fiery pit that both warms my hide and troubles my mind. Shortly thereafter the friendly tones of our native guide reach my ears telling us that we’ve arrive. Still moving forward I blink and look around. Then I spot it, a cleverly hidden hole in the ground. Surely she can’t mean…
Yes, that is exactly where she is headed…
Suddenly my calm, level-headed, wise demeanor melts away and I freeze, halting abruptly with no thought to how that action might unbalance Elsiyum should she still be leaning on me. My skin begins to twitch and then my body to shake and it is all I can do to prevent my legs from carrying me backwards down the trail we’ve just traversed.
“No, no, no, no…. NO!”
WE COULD DIE OF DEVOTION
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Fear was a titan’s cruel mistress, smirking, snickering, mocking and laughing through her rapacious contortions, cutting and slashing against hopes, fortitudes, foundations and livelihoods, sinking and simmering beyond the walls of determination, trickling down spines and withering down the armaments carefully built and sculpted. For some moments, she allowed the briefest culmination of wonder and resolution; hadn’t they seen the worst, breathed down quarters of hellions, breached callous disregard, distorted and destroyed monsters and heathens back into their specious veils? But then darkness uncoiled and unraveled its next set of terror, and the firm, unyielding structure of their absolution, of their deliverance, faltered, stumbled and fell, chinks in armor set, marked and found, horror rekindled. As if they’d never felt the will of strength, as if all the weary shambles of their collected youth, as if everything had been for naught, eyes widened and blood ran cold, confusion crooned and panic struck. A choking wilderness, a smothering ferocity, a rampant discord of the harshest terms, flanking all sides until brutality strangled an ugly knot across hearts, throats and lungs. Lena became witness to the strife all over again, honeyed eyes taking in the equine femme’s wide-eyed glory fading into distress and dismay, swift and abrupt, a shift from deliverance into havoc. In answer to the outcry, to the trepidation, to the fright flickering over glowing stones, suddenly altered to gallows or nooses, the nymph’s smile dropped, ceased to exist. Only composure, only stubbornness, only the thickest valor beset her features, gentled and angelic without the ebullience, without the glory, without the buoyancy, calm and honorable, refined and tender. Unaware and ignorant of the reasons nestled behind the apprehension (for here, in the sunken pits and pendulums, was true serenity and tranquility, safety measured in steep steps and unseen stairs, while the world outside remained unkind and fixated on massacre), she focused on bringing them into refuge, her curiosity incensed and blossomed, but refused to yield the fruit of its yearnings over songbird lips. The maiden was allowed to keep her secrets.
Movements and motions, a harmonic walk brooding and brewing the labors of arias, proffered closer ambience, ethereal existence in the harsh degradation of foreboding, ominous tomes. Nearer, not touching, not scolding, not wishing or dreaming, but bestowing the generosity and charity of her benevolence, reaching towards the seams of unease, hoping to pluck them away from the scars of old and polish them into a new veneer, convince the bounty of nerves to adhere to heartlines and might. “We must.” A careful stream of hums conjured, assuaging and mending, soothing and appeasing, flowed from the tempest of bitter winds, winter vestiges (and suddenly her heart ached for mountains and summits, not holes in the ground), breaths of life scattered into flowers and minuets, Imogen’s chirps and calls effused into distant beacons. “It’s the only place where we remain safe.” Not out in the cruel earth, where the loam beckoned for sanctums and only left pieces of havoc in its place, weak, weary, twisted bones, merciless and unrelenting.
@[Elsiyum] @[Mermaid]
Lena</style> where there is love, there is life.</style>