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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.
Ulrik had been working hard, mining for metals around the Basin, which was perfectly in line with what Illynx had desired. Boring out the caves had served two purposes: one, to expand the living space, and two, to gather the necessary metals for his sentinels. Who was the knitter now, d'Art? The Engineer stood at the precipice of his madness, and without hesitation, he dove into the black. His bronze eyes glittered wildly, and he inhaled, deep breaths marking his actions.
The frame, which he had built in Frostfall, was not partially covered, and he used his magic to call it to life. A spring breeze curled around his fetlocks, and the ground was soft from the snow having melted, bright sun overhead. He would call this metal machine into life in the bright light of day, visible to all as plates of metal collapsed over one another in flawless movement. Hydraulic pistons, lubricated with black grease began to shift as wires and casings snaked in and out, connecting in the right places with the power of his craft.
His magic was draining, and he felt as if his heart was beating too hard, hammering in his chest, aching and tiring. A storm raged in his very soul, crashing and crying in his ears, eyes closing as he stood firmly in the face of this exertion. And suddenly, the howling stopped, and he gasped for breath, looking up at the tall, covered structure of a metal horse towering above him. A single, metal hoof was nearly the width of his barrel, a true Trojan creature.
It stood, eerily still, unmoving until Ulrik ran his nose up the back of the creatures leg, finding the secret button and pressing.
A noise like a car crash echoed through the valley and two, red orbs lit up, flickering. The sentinel was on. The sentinel was watching. One of the two guardians of the gates was activated, and Ulrik grinned, dancing around his creation, cloven hooves kicking up dirt as he darted in front.
Test. Time to test. Ulrik used his magic to command the creature's attention and convince him that he was not of the herd. Then, as he strode forward, the cascading metal machine turned, blocking the way with its massive, metal body. It leaned its head down, red eye staring at him as an alarm started, a bright, screeching whir.
Oh, it's perfect. Ulrik shut it off and put the creature back on standby, now sure that it would function, at least well enough, for right now. He was beside himself. Kirchoff looked up, in awe of what Ulrik had made, and for the first time in his short life, he was stunned into silence.
She watched him from the trees that overlooked the mouth to their home, the shadow of the boughs cloaking her golden back from the light that would cause it to glimmer and shine beneath the Sun’s kiss, her eyes broad in wonder as she watched the Engineer work, the bronze plates sliding over iron bones, the wires snaking like vines throughout its hollow core. She had seen it rise, slowly, a statuesque and fearsome thing, all in glimpses and stolen moments when she was sure the man was so lost in his tinkering that she would go unnoticed so near to him, watching.
How many hours together had they shared, this way, the three of them? The Golden Lady, the Mad Engineer, and the Bronze Guardian; once, it had been only two, and an idea that had lit her eyes with the fires of her imagination, the one part of her that had not died with the rest of her innocence. That the beast now stood, silent and foreboding as Death – nay, the black silhouette of an army arriving to burn your village down – rising from the emerald doorway to symbolize the amassed strength they held when all within worked as one.
She smiles, perhaps in perfect time with Ulrik’s brush against the button that brings the metallic devil to life.
Her laughter, wild and joyful, is captured and torn into nothingness by the roar that cascades from the automaton, the beat of her hooves swallowed by plush earth and mechanical booms and whistles until she is almost upon the Wildman and his splendid creation.
For the rest of her life, she will remember the first lighting of those bloody eyes, how they shone like rubies beneath the moon. She will remember this moment in which two minds unified and created a force that would make even the wretched dragon bitch Mirage cower and balk in fear, and she slides to a stop not far from the master of mechanics with this truth writ all across her cheerful and glowing features.
She’s still laughing, a light and happy sound that mimics the dance of the immensely enthused crafter, and she is soon twirling and bounding about the mechanical beast to admire it in its stillness, mind bursting with the images of the bronze in movement. "Oh, Ulrik!" she says, nearly breathless and cautious not to trod upon his hound who lingers nearby, "He’s so beautiful!"
if I only could make a deal with God.
Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission.
04-08-2014, 01:40 PM (This post was last modified: 04-08-2014, 01:47 PM by Zikar-Sin.)
“My goodness, sir!”
Among the wretched, hoarfrost darkness came the gleam of lamp-like eyes, the blink of light reflecting off the strange, crystal glass adorning the visage of the doomed. From those shadows came the Disciple, happily drenched in the filth of the field, where he had conducted his own researches day in, day out, for seasons now; his eyes bulged from their sockets, mesmerized by the spectacle before him—a veritable goliath of starmetal, a golem of perfect inorganic composition! It whirred and screeched and clinked and clanked, and Sin’s heart thrummed a furious tempo in his chest as he stepped feverishly toward it, everything about him a blur, gaping for some moments, something within him growing, growing, growing, until at last he found the bronze-marked fellow and from his mouth his passion did spew:
“What astounding technology!” he said in breathy tones, his voice dripping with painful excitement and awe, his eyes so bold, so full of the wild insanity of his discovery. He approached the dark stallion boldly, for the scent of auroras permeated his person; he was a comrade. “What glorious design, what impeccable craftsmanship! Oh sir, the studies you would have had to undergo, the careful calculations this must’ve inspired!” Laughter escaped his maw—actual laughter, a high pitched sort of girlish giggle, those eyes of his never blinking, nearly swimming in tears. “The sinews—the wonderful sinews of this awesome beast! However did you find the ore to smelt in order to construct it? Did you have a specific model in mind when you designed this creature? What sort of—“
Something dimmed within the Disciple’s eyes as his voice suddenly died in his throat. There is another here--a lady he so dreadfully ignored in his haste for praise. With a shake of his dreadlocks, Sin stood back a ways from the diesel-tinged stranger, clearing his throat most coyly. “My apologies, sir, madame” he said in a more mild tone, his smile pleasant and his eyes as horrible as ever. “Please forgive my rudeness, I only—well, I see we are both men of our passions, yes? I cannot help but become inflamed by the scientific feats of another.”
He paused, and for a while he stared through the crystal lense of his monocle at the bronze-marked stallion, the gold tinted lady, allowing his own wits to calm somewhat before dipping his head in formal greeting. Her gilded visage was familiar to him--and yet, he could not place her face for the life of him. “Zikar-Sin, sir, Disciple of the Basin,” he offered, a dazzling smile adorning his features, a merry garland for the orbs of crazed eyes situated deep within the gaunt bones of his face. Sin, poor Sin! How raw his sincerity! How complete his utter cluelessness!