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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.
“Much better,” he murmured as the salt sprayed up at him. This was much more like home, much different than the cold, frigid land he'd been presented with at the threshold. His wings tucked up against his sides, tired from the journey. It was a good kind of tired, the sort of exhaustion he'd missed from when he'd traveled so often at the side of his mother. Aeryc missed her more than he cared to admit, but it was time to move on - to forget about her and about everything he'd ever known. It was time to start anew. The sea licked at his hocks, leaping up occasionally to darken his otherwise ebony legs. His head would dip low, neck arcing handsomely toward the ocean. He looked as if he might drink from the salty surf, but alas he would merely flare his nostrils - breathing in the strong salty scent of the water. It was delightful.
With much reservation he pivoted, moving parallel to the sea with no particular destination in mind. He had no clue where this beach led, but he had a feeling he was about to find out. The sand quaked beneath his weight, shifting and sifting beneath his hooves. The sound of the waves lulled him into a sense of security as he paced along the length of the beach. Though this land was much warmer than the threshold, it was nowhere near as warm as it could be. Winter had taken its toll here too, leaving the colors of the ocean less saturated than they should be. These dulled colors painted a less interesting picture, but he loved it all the same. Tail swished behind him as the long fingers of wind combed through it and his mane, untangling the knots as they went.
To his right, the sea revealed a few of its creatures. Whales poked their heads up from the choppy ocean waters, spraying out collected water and breathing in life-giving oxygen. He admired them out of one amethyst eye, the other focusing on his opposite side where rock shelves lined up parallel to one another. His pace slowed to a half-speed walk as his hooves lazily carried him forward.
03-06-2014, 08:55 AM (This post was last modified: 03-11-2014, 05:08 PM by Cheveyo.)
Cheveyo's multi-hued pelt shivered and quivered excitedly as her ivory dipped limbs pulled her frame easily from the entrance to the Edge. The Edge was so very different than the Foothills that she had once called home, here there were trees sprouted up everywhere you looked and the snow seemed to linger and cling to anything it possibly could. Where back in the gently rolling hills she expected the snow to be slowly creeping away to reveal the muddy mess of grass and soil beneath it, for a moment her heart panged sadly, feeling as if she had deserted her family who cared for her. But from what she had heard the new leaders of what had been the Foothills were of some kind of Mercenary group that she had no desire to be a part of.
Snorting softly the mare shook her skull before angling her route towards the shore line. It had been a long time since she had seen the ocean. In fact, it had been so long that the mare could hardly conjure up the smell of the salty waves or the sound of the frothy white heads beating against the white sandy shore. She knew that some creatures would be in a very depressed state after not having seen the ocean in so long, not felt the slam of salted air against their faces, or the way their weight tortured the terrain beneath them; but Cheveyo wasn't that worried. The sting of the salt wasn't her most desired feeling in the world. But she would admit that it was a peacefully beautiful place.
And peace was just what the doctor ordered.
Everything that had been going on recently was mind-boggling, not long ago they had been locked up in the rabbit holes wandering around without a home or any kind of idea as to what was going on upstairs, while in those tunnels she had met someone. A bay stallion with bright emerald eyes and beautiful wings that caught on fire on command. It didn't help any that he was soft spoken and his touch caused a fire to light in her belly that she had never felt before. Just thinking about him on her short trek to the beach caused her flesh to squeeze together in goosebumps. Sighing gently the lady warrior pushed the thoughts of the steed from her mind, thinking about him was just causing more turmoil in her mind as she didn't understand the feelings she was having for him.
Chestnut harks that were normally pressed back against her skull and into her flaxen blonde tresses flicked forwards at the sound of the approaching waves. The constant white noise had her harks flickering about trying to catch onto just one of them and failing as the salty air began to press against her snowy features relentlessly. Goosebumps that had lined her flesh beneath her thick winter coat quickly faded with the change in temperature from frigid to somewhat warm when the sight of something moving down the waterline caught her orchid hued pools. A winged beast who was blue in hue was easily walking through the sand and water as if he were just walking in the grass and soil their type was used too.
Shaking her skull and nape gently to air her tresses out a bit the warrior kicked up her heels and trotted towards the other animal, loosing a nicker as she grew close enough to be heard. Greeting him in their traditional way before parting her rosy kissers to allow a single lyric through. "Hello." A light smile decorated her painted features but harks remained at a neutral position as she waited to see if he would be a friend or someone she should slam into the ocean's current now.
"Speech" Tag;; @[Aeryc] && @[Aurelia] Words;; Six Hundred and Thirty Four OOC;; Sorry this took so long dears.
I've met many horses on this beach. Well, not MANY MANY, but many. I met the Earth God here, and not to mention a few of his loyalists. The King of Earth seems like a nice guys and all, but he must be extremely busy all the time. Or maybe he just doesn't like us. I do not see him around, perhaps he is tired of me and my friends begging him for things to deck us out. If he really didn't like us, though, he'd give us powers when we first cone here so he does not have to come up from the earth and interact with us.
I walk on the sandy beach. The sand tickling my hooves and the often salty sprays of the ocean keeping me refreshed. The weather is chilly, but I ignore it. I am happy to be out of the underground cave and back up here, roaming around. Although I met some interesting horses down there is the cave system of rooms, I would not want to do it again. It was hot, there was no breeze, and the muting sound of silence in some areas freaked me out.
But now I am here, on the beach.
The waves of stirring water pounding against the golden shoreline in an effort to soak everyone and Helovia. The ocean listens to the wind, getting rallied up every time a gust of wind shatters the air. The expanse of the blue lipped liquid was seemingly endless with no boundaries. The ocean is a force to be reckoned with.
That is why I avoid water.
Horses die easily while swimming. Some water in you lungs? Dead. A shark attack? Dead. A whirlpool? Dead. There are a lot of incidents where you can die. These are just a few of the millions. Then, I see strangers. I pick my pace up from a walk to a canter and easily close the gap between us. Sand flying behind me as each powerful step lunges me forward a few feet. I am a powerful animal.
Too bad I can't fight.
I slither to a stand still when close to them. A stallion and a mare. Siblings? Friends? Enemies? Lovers? I M curious as to know why these horses are here when danger still lurks. "Hello! I am Aurelia." I smile at them, my confidence and sweetness leading my tone towards them.
Are these ones nice?
Walk walk walk walk walk
talk talk talk talk
ooc:; <3