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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.
I drift across the freshly snow-littered ground with ease, my now hydrated and much less tired muscles finally agreeing with the movement, joints moving with ease rather than aching with each step. With that said, my body is still very thin and fragile looking, my hips and spine protruding in vulgar lumps and ridges. A sense of pleasure lingers in the back of my mind, soothing me like the warm hum of a lover; but something has been off? Anger, jealousy, vengeance? But over what, I cannot place in certain or point an agitated finger. All I know is that I am not proud of who I am right now.
A sick weakling. Nothing that can provide for a family.
Long stride paces into a quick walk, snow fluttering in the air, being bothered by each round hoof as they fall in place. Who do I know that would enjoy a good push and shove? "Oxy, Pretty Boy Rapunzel. Histe?" A girly giggle invades the air as I speak the boys' names.. I haven't seen Pretty Boy since our little bit of flirting that night? Hmm. But as soon as the carnivorous mare's name splits dark lips, I almost shudder in my own skin; that mare is not one I plan on fucking with. My hide quivers along my right shoulder, but whether it was caused by the thought of my flesh being ripped off by her stained teeth or just by coincidence beats me.
Oh, I know. The bitter sister with blood hair:"ERIS!" my raspy voice shatters the air, easily drowning out the nearby rumble of falling waters. I continue forward until I am nearly four body lengths away from the clean, clear water. No time soon will I be looking into those waters. Muscle and fat must be built again before any reflection of my body will be seen. My antlered face swings around, violet eyes looking around for the higher ranked sister. Just the thought of once again engaging in any kind of scuffle makes my entire body shiver in excitement. Surely I will be rusty and rather lethargic due to my fragile state, but the images flashing through my over actor imagination make my mouth wet.
"Come on girly, I'm getting all worked up!" That innocent sounding laugh fills the air again, but this time it has a wickedly excited tune to it.
Tagged: @[Eris]
Surrounds: A flat field found in the Hidden Falls with a small waterfall pouring into a wide, shallow pool. A light snow had just recently powdered the land, but it is currently not snowing.
Rules: Normal posting (three each with an ending defense post). Neither have companions or magic (I believe).
Walking "Talking" Thinking
Credits: code by Tamme | Image by Sarah | Stock Credits in the Link
♋
Let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for
The call caused The Empress to wrinkle her nose in annoyance. True, she enjoyed the insanely bitchy company of Agrona, yet her voice carried yet another challenge. She had very quickly become the chosen opponent of many that belonged to The Hills. Sighing in annoyance, Eris turned and began to walk towards where she had heard the challenge originate from. Blue orbs studied the terrain as she made her way over to the black raven, at least it was no longer snowing. The wet mush sprinkled the ground, yet it was not causing chaos' mistress any distress. A slippery surface made the battle for more interesting, made the fighters truly prove just what they were worth. The promise of her flesh hitting against another's drew her in close to the back raven. "You." Muttered The Empress with good humour. "Are a serious pain in my ass." Chuckling, Eris stopped to stand in front of Agrona, she didn't want to make the first move. No. She wanted to make the black cat ponce. Giggling Eris titled her hear to the side, watching the dark bird that had become apart of her family. Chaos' mistress would be lying if she said that she wasn't looking forward to this imposing battle.
With a dip of her head, The Empress waited. "Your move." With that she waited, not caring how much pain was about to be inflicted on her. The cape that draped over her back at least offered her protection from any chill that may be hovering in the air. Deciding that Agrona should attack first would either be an intelligent choice or the one that cost her the battle.
Words :: 277 [800 max] Post :: [0 | 4 ]
"Speech"
They built my city on top of a grave,
Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade,
Quarantined and forgotten for days,
These are the stories of those who have gotten away
The first glimpse of my cruel sister was her fiery fuchsia hair.. Is that red or pink? Pink better suits her.. A strange color on a strange girl. "You- Are a serious pain in my ass." Her charming wild girl laugh bubbles from her little chest, bright eyes locked on me, my deep violet pools doing the same, the quirk of happy and welcomed insanity reflecting from behind their sockets. "Oh but don't you just love it?" My eyes narrow and tongue rolls seductively with the ending words, a quick cackle plowing them up. I measure myself up to the crazy-eyed vixen; while Eris stands a good two hands below me perhaps, I feel that her body is in better shape than my own, even if we are both scrawny rats. That and I have not sparred since my arrival. Fuck me.
The freckled mare tilts her delicate little skull, and her words bring the satisfied smile down to a straight line: "Your move." And with that, we are off.
My back haunches tense up, the warm sensation of blood whining through misused muscles beginning to pump through my long body. Both front hooves lift from the saturated earth simultaneously, the left landing first to hopefully carry me a long stride closer to Eris's left shoulder. Neat white teeth bared with dark lips peeled back past gum lines, the rows of blunt herbivore bones aimed at the top of her neck where her skull meets her spine. Greedily, I grab for the back of her left ear, mine slamming back against stringy white hair all the while.
Assuming that I am still along side the shorter vixen, my left leg locks, holding the weight that is left hanging in the air as my right foreleg lifts up, my neat -and rock hard- hoof striking out at what I hope is her rib cage. Saliva begins to pool under my tongue and between warm cheeks and gums, the ultimate craving for some kind of action beginning only increase within the possibly three seconds that have passed; the glorified timing of our minds during a spar versus reality during a spar.
The maroon wash of my company's hair leaves me feeling as if I've already soaked the mare in her own blood, which further entices my blood and the tiny amounts of adrenaline that begin slipping through clear veins. Wild violet eyes narrow, antlered skull rotating in the direction of my sister - my spar partner.
Walking "Talking" Thinking
Tagged: @[Eris]
Move: One of four
Summary: Takes a lunge to Eris' left, attempting to bite at the joint of her ear/the top of her neck, followed by trying to strike her ribs (left side) with her right forehoof.
Credits: code by Tamme | Image by Sarah | Stock Credits in the Link
♋
Let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for
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