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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.
Through the cold swirling gale he descended upon the plateau, spiralling as though without control until the last moment when his enormous wingspan was spread wide to end the plunge. His weight snagged barely clear of the ground, and between mighty beats he hovered precariously still quite at the mercy of that wickedly bitter element. Glazed and watering; burnt by the barrage of wind, bright tangerine eyes examined the surrounding field until certain that no other lingered close by. Carefully he dropped, powerful legs collecting skilfully beneath the swing of his lowering body, and large round hooves sank beneath the blanket of soft, clean snow.
When the W.A.R’s army had been told to disband, Hector had sailed swiftly into the south to skirt his former home where always his loyalties would lie. He had found the Throat to be a changed land; all terrain warped and rugged by the hand of he knew not what, and without the aid of his kin (no other had been found nearby) the soldier had fled back towards the heart. Apart from the long lost Vesta, he had found no trace of those who had once inhabited the desert beside him. Uncertainty plagued his mind and confusion clouded the clarity of his clever gaze.
So the tawny beast had travelled north, towards Heavenly Fields where many were known gathered in prayer and worship upon the soils closest to their Gods. Surely, after salvation had been offered to their mortal existence and all darkness dissolved, someone would have ventured this far to repay with gratitude.
Veci curled and played recklessly through the driving wind; he was untouched by its chill, unbothered by its fury, and the mischievous Boggart teased his bonded relentlessly as whipping tendrils of chestnut mane savaged the narrowed pinch of his eyes. He wafted with ease around the area to scout for company, spilling across the surface of the untouched snow and dancing through the sheer, blissful isolation embracing them. Hector was none too pleased. A wearied sigh was purged from bursting lungs as frustration began to simmer through his core, and the stallion strode from the cliff’s edge, leaving in his wake a sullied trail of slush.
@[Elsa]: Atop the flat tableland of Heavenly fields, it is mid-morning beneath the shade of dense cloud cover. A biting cold wind is blowing towards the south, and one or two inches of snow coats the grass.
Thought we would begin with an official meeting :)
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
Since she had started "working" for the Hidden Falls, Elsa had always kept her eye on a mountain not far east from them. It seemed wonderful, and the snow that capped it glittered like diamonds in the sunlight. It's sparkle entrancing her, and whispering for her to come forth. After a bit of mental argument, she decided that she should explore it.
As soon as she was in the air, she realized her decision to take flight might have been a bad one. A cold, biting gale blew her south, many a times taking her off course. She thrice had to land, recover from a might blow, and take flight again. Her efforts were not in vain, and as she descended to the snowy plateau of the mountain, she realized that it's beauty was more than it's face value. An almost untouched blanket of snow just covered the ground. The dense, grey clouds were pregnant with condensation. She worried that they would soon pour over her a thick snowy blanket. Her eyes wandered the untouched landscape, until a slushy trail broke through the beautiful landscape. Elsa was intrigued, and again, curiosity overcame her and she followed.
The slushy trail eventually gave way, and at the end was a chestnut stallion. His wings were just as full, speckled with a fire-y gold. It was an amusing contrast to her own white wings, speckled with light blue feathers. She always had the oddest encounters, usually, in some way, her acquaintance was in harsh contrast to her own body. Elsa let out a low, calm call to alert him to her presence. She followed the rest of his slush, until she swung around to approach him from the left side. "Did curiosity bring you here too?" She questioned, and waited a few moments. Suddenly, she realized she had forgotten her manners. "I apologize, i've been forgetting my manners lately... My name is Elsa, of the Falls." She added the last part for good measure. She wasn't quite used to rolling off titles anymore. The way falls rolled off of her tongue was awkward. Oh well, if her presence was wanted, he would stay. If not, she was either dead meat or he'd leave. Preferably the latter, because his hulking body would easily take her down.
"Talking"
@[Hector] Would you like me to keep tagging you?
The Boggart had noticed their company, long before the naked eyes of his valiant companion. Winding forward as invisibly as the caress of wind through the mountain-top field itself, Veci found her trailing the sullied, slush track left in his wake. Sliding like a ghost, between the swing of her slim ashen legs, he followed her along until she found his partner and paused to call to out. He’d offered no insight this time to Hector; the mare seemed to be lacking that sinister posture he thought, intrigued to learn her purpose.
With the wind blowing in his favour, the orange giant failed to notice the scuff of ice-blue hooves through the slurry to his rear. Only the flicker of her stark pale frame in the corner of his searching left eye, and the brush of feminine tone against the switch of his ears roused his attention to seek her approach. Curiosity? He considered inwardly, narrowing his eyes and swivelling to face her upon lean, sinewy liver legs. Hector had graced these parts before, and it was certainly not that which had drawn him so far into the hostile northern mountains.
The wind snatched quickly the lazy wilt of his silky, long mane, stirring it into a wildly flapping frenzy. "It did not…" He answered quickly, easily and curtly- finding only the brisk manners of a primed soldier to draw from. Certainly diplomacy was not his forte. Her voice strained through the moaning around them again, to which Hector nodded with much the same courtesy as before. The gesture paused abruptly though as he noted the name of the land from which she claimed to come was unfamiliar. "Throat… Edge… Foothills… Unicorns…" He muttered beneath his breath cautiously to make certain it was not him who had been mistaken. The stallion swayed guardedly, eying her for a little longer- but he could find no hint of malice in her graceful, quite lovely carriage; the complexion masking her young, unflawed face appeared free from the lines of wickedness.
"The Falls?" He asked at last, each shoulder flexing with growing apprehension, not willing to offer his own identity until he was certain Elsa was no foe. Veci’s interest piqued with the rise of his partner’s fierce heart rate, and he wafted backwards and forwards between them, waiting.
[Ooc: I am subscribed to the thread now :) so no thank you. Sorry about the wait.]
• Dragon's Throat Rank Experience: Fortify | Level 3
• Permission given for moderate power play, magical influence and damage at all times
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