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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.
Jorogumo was bored within the cage of the Basin. Just as she had done when she was but a few months old, she fled from the cold north and headed south. There would be better prospects of entertainment she supposed. The journey down from the mountain was a long one, but rewarding once she reached the familiar surroundings of the Thistle Meadow. She smirked at the memory of her meeting with Stupid Boy. Days of ignorant childhood bliss. The beginning of a deadly game of chase, just as she had let the boy get a hold of her she managed to slip away. That was the deadly thing about spiders, they knew the crevices to slip through.
This field was just as boring as the Basin. The spider queen snorted and shook her head. Where were the idiots to entertain her? Or the weaklings for her to devour? The spider sought entertainment and found none. She shook her head and gave into the craving for food. The grass here was sweeter than that of the mountain. Soft laughter escaped from her lips as she remembered the tiny boy that had come and threatened her. Had he grown just like she? Surely she hoped so. For the spider was beginning to notice the feminine curves forming in her body, and the elegant length of her legs and the length her mane had grown. She was becoming a ravishing beauty(at least in her own mind), a beauty that would one day devour the hearts of men. Women would writhe in jealousy as she passed by them, that much she would be sure of.
It didn’t take long for her to get lost in the daydreams of being a wily harlot. Soon she became the harlot queen sitting upon a throne of bones, and a horde stood at her feet in fear and awe. As much as she believed herself to be a young adult, she was hardly more than a little girl with her child fantasies, though hers were conjured from the mind of a broken orphan.
He returns to his meadow; he’s too large for it now. It’s cramped and smelly, it is the crossroads of filth; the forage is nothing new to him—he is bored with it. He knows this place too much; he was born in weakness here; he lived it in this field of twilit thistles. He thought he would like coming home once again; he felt as though is claim on it should be renewed. He finds himself mistaken, stalking amongst the dying and growing thistles, his mouth cast in disgust, his eyes impassive. This place is useless until it is his, and for now, it is forfeit.
The nostalgia of this meadow is one of helplessness. He breathes this air, and smells the intruder; he feels the dirt give away underneath his hoof, and it feels as though a larger hoofprint has beaten it before him. He tastes the water, and thinks himself sipping from the urine of some other stud; he tastes the grass—nothing but feces. The growing heat of his boyish body, his growing manhood, stirs within. It cannot abide by these crimes. He cannot live here like the days of old; Reginald is decided. He will speak with mother.
The air is laden with the odor of hoards, idiots and charlatans, cowards and females alike, scum, unwanted curs. He notices scent he hasn’t smelled in some moons, almost shocked at its appearance. He hasn’t thought of her for some time—she is in his daydreams, mostly, as he conquers the world and brings it to heel, and yet there she is suddenly, a piece of the filthy nostalgia, and the smirk she brings him is one of derisive irony. He does not see her, yet her scent is everywhere, and her presence is not a mere assumption.
“Come here.” He doesn’t waste time. She kneeled before him once, and it only takes one oath to swear fealty. “I want to look at you.” The wind stirs the thistles around him, growing soft and purple, springtime stirring many things about the Grey Eye’d prince without his knowledge or permission. He must ask his father one day what fillies and mares are for.
You can't escape the wrath of my heart
Beating to your funeral song
A familiar scent wafted on the wind, and for a moment she thought it but a nostalgic hallucination. The spider crept toward her ‘king’, her steps silent and light. She crept up behind him, as he called her near. A smirk passed over his lips as she came to a halt and flicked her tail. Her head cocked slightly to the left and she simply watched him, her eyes studying every fiber of his being. Looked like she wasn’t the only one that had grown. Their previous encounter she had been a broken minded doll, a sobbing mess, a weak willed girl, and she intended to never let such a display be put on for this boy or anyone else again.
“You’ve called so I’ve come,” she said, hoping that by now he had noticed her presence. Jorogumo contemplated whether she wished to remain in the presence of the boy before her, and she decided for the sake of the entertainment she would. Hadn’t she kneeled to him and declared herself his? Of course, when she had done so she had been in a state of hysteria and fear. “You may look, but you mustn’t touch, for a spider bites.” There was warning in her tone. The spider was a youth, but she still intended to make herself the unreachable object for men. Her name was whore spider, and one day she intended to devour hearts and shatter the bodies of men, this was not that day. She was but a pubescent, her hormones only just beginning to pulsate through her veins and she had no true grasp upon lust or desire.
There had time for him to look, now it was hers. The spider didn’t wait for permission to begin pacing about the boy, her pale eyes taking in his body and flesh. Still just a young one like herself, but she pondered what he would be like as a man. She knew full well what she would be like as a woman, for she was becoming the physical reflection of her mother.
“I hope for your own sake that you don’t believe me to be the sniveling filly in the caverns.” She stopped before him, her expression blank but her eyes were the windows to the menace and malice within her eyes. “Because you will be sorely disappointed, for I’ve grown and just like my own demons, the monsters have gone, so I no longer fear the dark. I find myself quite fond of it now actually.”