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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.
03-02-2014, 07:39 PM (This post was last modified: 03-02-2014, 07:40 PM by Vincent.)
Vincent
The arm-pit of hell wrought stony bruises in dinner-plate soles, leading limping Vincent desperately in search of better footing. The glimmering lake-water tempted him like rubies on a mermaid's bra, but one could only guess what kind of devilish siren lay below the surface. Vincent knew of Helovia's cumbersome deception, and he was not going to let anything shove harm in his way. The hulking mass makes his way, unsure where he is, unable to turn back into the growing darkness. It seemed routine to him, at least, to submerge into the unknown. Fear was never absent, and it grew as the light of the heart's core behind him began to reach its last stretch.
Beyond golden eyes and bald face, he thinks of Archibald. He wishes the night never claims him, and that the face of fear never speaks to him. Riddled with worry and inner calamity, Vincent shudders in his own cage. The lack of sun pours inky sweat over his hide, and doesn't dry it.
Eventually aside from dismal stone, the slate rock recedes before chalky hooves and they plunge into the familiar, beautiful taste of spongy earth. Hooves savor the feeling, and lips meet the glowing grass. He's too hungry to question his surroundings. The taste lingers in his throat and bliss overwhelms him as a glowing canopy reaches his hide, tasting the sweaty terror that so quickly evaporated. Hunger, the one real instinct that can overthrow fear, devours him.
@[Alysanne], I didn't have much time to write this! Expect better next time :P
I raised myself.
My legs were weak.
I prayed my mind be good to me.
Throughout her stay here in the caves, Alysanne never felt oppressed by the walls that surrounded them. They were trapped, yes, but she knew that this was safe. Or, at least, it was safer than what laid in wait for them on the surface. There were some rumours that the sickness was beginning to break, that there were more and more of their friends that were getting healed from whatever it was that had infected them. Just the idea of returning to the surface, free and without consequences, was enough to get her through even the darkest of nights.
It was here in this room that she had spent most of her time, replenishing the nutrients that she could. Of course, this was also the room where she had the pleasure of meeting all sorts of different characters – so why shouldn’t she spend her time here? Who knows whether she would have met Lena and Imogen or any of the others if they had not all been cooped up here!
Certainly, the bright sides to their situation were much preferable to dwell on than the darkness that surrounded them, or even the darkness that had been growing in her heart – fed by what she prayed were lies and feared was the truth.
She could spend her days talking with the friends she had reunited with or in here, with the glowing plants that still made her grin with delight whenever she saw them. The sight would never get old for her – magic or simply nature showing its resilience. Either way she was fascinated and found that darkness sinking further back just by being here.
Her wings tight against her sides, not wanting to take up any more room than she needed to, she brushed aside some of the dangling vines with a movement of her head only to see that right on the other side was a very tall, dark stranger. “Oops sorry! Don’t mind me. I didn’t mean to interrupt your meal!” She apologized with a warm laugh, side-stepping a bit with every intention of moving on to another spot in this lovely room to give him as much privacy as possible in these caves.
Entranced by the hair-like blades, Vincent's pink lips work mechanically at the fodder. There is a line between the instinct and condition and instinct usually wins. He wouldn't dream of crossing the dangerous line into the glowing room unless something dark and throbbing, like hunger, pushed him over the edge. When glowing eyes met glowing grass, the hunger was undeniable, sweltering starvation carved though fearful goosebumps and prodded in that sweet spot, just enough to send the frightful beast, without a question, into the unknown. It takes a lot to get Vincent to move.
With lips in the grass his barrel heaved upwards, exposing a hollow slab of ribs on each side. The poor guy had frightened himself into starvation! The demonic chases in his soul drove him to pace against the yellow fire beyond the crystal wall. Vincent must have confused the light for a meal because he certainly couldn't live without it. The Heart's fire allowed him to see, to feel the outward darkness, and let it encompass him while the light lent him warmth. The plagued ones of the outer darkness haunted him like the sound of his serpent-tongued mother. It was no wonder he felt such terror in the darkness.
The loneliness was no matter. He didn't even feel it anymore. Though he wished Archibald could be here at his side tasting the marvelous foliage, his thoughts wound up without him. He revered upon the sweet things in life, the good things he'd come across. This glowing presence brought him the most relief in a long time. Weary and spent, he could only rethink the few moments like this: they were fuzzy, shrouded like a fog was lingering in the near distance. He felt the candied taste of a summer's afternoon and how twilight could bound softly forth upon the grass, turning the sky pink. He remembered golden lines upon the clouds, drawn by the sun himself. He could almost feel the cool dusky air as it swirled upon the knolls, tousling inky strands when it passed him by. For the first time Vincent thought about serenity and beauty, that he'd only witnessed few times.
To much surprise, Vincent did not bat one golden eye or tremble once at the presence of the painted Pegasus. He noticed her as a herd would welcome a piece of the family with a toss of his bulky mane and a slow swish of his tail. Politely, he shifted broad hindquarters, lifting his black crest to gaze at the much smaller girl. Vincent flicked his ears with a little flutter of anticipation growing in his belly as she apologized for her company. "N-no, you're quite al-alright," he said with a small smile, gold eyes glowing as he felt the most happiness he ever had, none of it he could explain.
I raised myself.
My legs were weak.
I prayed my mind be good to me.
As it always did, being greeted by a smile on a stranger’s face absolutely transformed Alysanne. Although she would have been happy to leave him to his own – curious as she might be about him she was never one to impose her presence on anyone – she was always happy to come across someone new. Being welcomed by a smile such as the one that she received then? One of her favourite moments to experience and she hoped that she’d never forget the way her own smile would brighten those emerald eyes in response.
And lately it had become her favourite even more, for it was a great deal easier to focus solely on this simple, wonderful joy rather than any other darker thoughts she had been keeping down. Focusing on this conversation, here and now, was a way for her to continue moving and breathing.
He stumbled over the words telling her that she could stay, though she still felt bad about interrupting his meal so she offered a hesitant “If you’re sure” while watching for signs that he might change his mind. Once certain that she wouldn’t be chased off, she nudged at the mosses with her hooves, grinning still. “It seems good fortune that we’re stuck down here during the winter – up top we wouldn’t be eating so well!” The grasses down here might not be the tastiest of options and she was only just getting used to the texture of the moss but they were something. She only wished that more of those that were down here would give them a chance – winter made everyone hungry but she had seen a number that were skinnier than they needed to be. Was not everyone aware of the treasures that waited in this room? Alysanne still tried to do what she could, telling those that were hesitant which mosses were safe to eat.
She reflected on how she had seen mares shy away from others – especially stallions – that were taller. And though he was certainly bigger, she didn’t feel afraid of this golden-eyed stallion – there were so many other things worthy of being afraid of right now. Someone with a small smile like that was certainly not one of them. “I’m Alysanne.” She offered in that warm, clear voice. “What’s your name?”