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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.
The bitch was quick, he reluctantly had to give her credit to that. As he drew closer to the harlot her perfume of death and decay wafted towards his nostrils. What had ever possessed him to get lost in a passionate lust for this whore? She smelled as foul as she looked(of course, he was in deep denial of his opinion’s of the mare’s outward appearance, but that wasn’t weighing heavily upon his mind). The narrow hallway wasn’t enough to drive him toward the mare, instead he found himself driving straight toward the wall as he thrust himself. In an attempt to pull himself from the bejeweled wall, he tried to veer to the left slightly. Instead of open space, he felt his right shoulder shoulder collide with hoof. A grunt of pain escaped from his lips as his hooves hit the stones with a loud clack. There was no hesitation as he drove onward toward the mare, craving blood to fill wet his tongue and stain his lips, the crimson liquid would be his wine and he intended to get drunk on it.
Déodat veered himself toward the mare and came toward at her, this time at a canter rather than a gallop. Pain shot through his shoulder with each movement, but he attempted to persevere through it all. It was nothing in comparison to what he had felt before on the battlefield. A mere bruise would be a minor wound in comparison to what he planned to unleash upon Confutatis. If it were up to him, her head would roll, and be presented before the lord and lady as a trophy to mount upon their wall. The Blood Prince drove himself closer toward the mare, but what he faced was unlike anything that had touched his flesh before. That foul magic of hers had been unleashed. It crawled up his legs and to his breast. Sheer agony that felt like fire ran through his skin, he could feel it dying. There had been enough decay upon his flesh. Though he had stopped for what felt like a whole century as the death magic tickled his skin(really it had been mere seconds.)
A new fury lit his eyes as he looked up at the mare. Rage he hadn’t felt in nearly two years consumed him. It was the hatred he had felt toward the stallion that had vanquished his father. It was the hatred he had felt toward the equines that turned their backs upon his clan. The loathing within his eyes was the passion felt toward every enemy or demon that had ever entered his life. All of the blaze would be unleashed upon this mare, and Déodat had every intention of her being completely burned.
The Blood Prince was a berserker now, and as he drove himself toward the mare he released a violent scream, paying no mind to her companion that lay in wait to strike. His focus was on her and her alone. Déodat drove himself closer toward the mare hopefully facing her right and as he attempted to draw closer and closer, he lowered his horn and tried to swipe it down her neck with a force, hoping to drive his sword deep into her tainted flesh. As he turned his neck he attempted to turn his body and smash into her right side as aimed to come along her.