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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.
Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
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My hooves hit the ground and my wings immediately began to fold against my side as I trotted forward several steps before stopping. Before me stood the heart and the mouth of the cave system that had housed most of Helovia's population. I had been here only once before the darkness had taken over but I hadn't explored and when I'd come back as infected filth I had stayed near the entrance. I can't remember everything that I did, but I remember the cave and I remember taunting my own father and Gaucho to try and get them to leave it so I could attack them and turn them into infected filth. When I finally had decided to infiltrate the cave I didn't make it far before daddy and Alysanne, I think it was her- my memory is a little foggy, stopped and healed me. I'll owe them forever for that.
Sweat trickled down my shoulder that was scarred by the force of Roskuld's magic. I wonder what would have happened if my infected self had taken the hit to the chest. Would my blackened heart have exploded? Would she have killed me? I certainly would have deserved it, but I supposed I should be happy or even just relieved that my infected self had a sense of self preservation and allowed me to live, though I am constantly burdened by the guilt I feel for how I treated those I love. I haven't even tried to see any of them yet because I still don't feel like I could look them in the eye.
My legs carried me forward and I found myself looking at the ground, at the dried spots of blood that led toward the mouth of the cave. As I stopped I peered down into the cave then down at my own hooves and the puddle of dried blood and the image of cracked, bleeding hooves, ruined flesh, and the look of horror on my own father's face made me recoil. I snorted and my wings snapped open almost as if they had a mind of their own and were ready to take me away from this place of demons.
The sound of someone crying made me stop and I turned away from the cave. There, only a few feet away, was a colt laying on the ground and I wondered how I could have missed him. "Hello?" I called out, though I was fairly certain he was already aware of my presence, though I had been none the wiser of his. The cave was forgotten and pushed to the back of my mind as I began to walk toward the colt and I was surprised that I recognized him. "Roux?" At least I thought that was what his name was. It had been so long since I'd been a foal running on the beach and meeting my grandfather for the first time. But he had been there, I was sure he was the foal that had ran into my grandfather and fallen on the ground. How strange that both times I saw him he would be laying on the ground. This time was different, though, so I had to ask. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
The meadows outside the Heart Caves was a place the boy and his ever faithful fox frequently visited. It was close to the meadows that held a special attachment to his heart and the caves, the dark holes in which he had found Inari. Though the caves had no warmth in way of memories and Sacre would never voluntarily enter them again, he still felt it had been necessary. To flee the wraiths was a good enough reason to flee to them, but the darkness had offered him a jewel, a companion and for that Sacre was thankful. It also seemed like he meandered around the middle of Helovia as if to almost unconsciously represent his uncertainty to where exactly he belonged, in the middle would have to be good enough for now.
For a while Sacre swapped between grazing and playing with Inari, the fox pup was slowly growing, still a small mite and he was beginning to realize he had teeth. Teeth and claws. Accessories that would come in handy later, surely. For now he used them in vain attempts to catch innocent butterflies or scrape them against the trees before darting off in a mad burst of energy whilst Sacre giggled. The day would have been a fine one had it continued like this, but it didn't.
Sacre frowned as a red hue lit up the grass around him and for a moment was completely at a loss for what it was until finally he realized. Arrow! Roux! Panic entered his eyes and his head shot up from the grass he'd been eating, green cuttings of it falling from his mouth. Where was he?! "Inari!" The boy shouted to his bonded, but the fox was already on the move and as Sacre sprinted to follow his ears caught his name on the air. It wasn't too long before the burnt boy found his twin littering the floor and his heart jumped to his mouth in horror at the sight.
"Roux?! ROUX?!" He stopped by his brother's fallen side, nostrils flared from sudden exertion and sheer panic as his body shook in shock, what had happened? "What's going on? Are you hurt?" Sacre cast his gaze about with a look crossed between hysteria and anger as if anyone who dared show their face was automatically a suspect. "Who did this to you?!" He seethed. The arrow only glowed when he was in danger, why had he been in danger? Who put him in danger?! Wild eyes zoned in on the hybrid filly half confused and half accusing, as if expecting her to fill in the gaps. Demanded her to tell him what happened.
Inari went to sit beside the kite and tried to console his master's brother's bonded with the warmth of his presence.
05-20-2014, 06:43 PM (This post was last modified: 05-20-2014, 06:44 PM by Roux.)
Roux
I feel it in my bones enough to make my systems blow
I killed him.
I killed him. He's dead. I killed him. What am I?
Roux lay on the ground, crumpled in his own blood and grief. His shoulder stung like hell as the feeling of his body slowly faded back. His sobs racked his body, sending white hot waves of pain from his shoulder to the rest of his body. He needed to stop crying, he told himself, and Edison cooed gently from beside him. The young bird would cry every so often, calling out for help. The bay mare that had witnessed the boys' argument never came out from the caves, and the bonded pair wondered if Roux had killed her, too. I'm a monster. His mind repeated, and Edison fell silent.
It seemed like an eternity before anyone came, but finally they did. They were in sync, hooves slamming against the earth and loud in the blood bay's ears. Roux winced, his eyes snapping open, but seeing naught. The sun was high above them, casting blindness over the colt wrathfully. Both voices were familiar, however, and caused Roux's head to snap up. His shoulder twisted in pain as he lifted himself up into his side, blood once again pooling from the wide, searing wound.
"Ranjiri. Sacre." The colt breathed out, relieved. Ranjiri was a welcome face, though his sightless eyes could not pinpoint it, but she was a warm filly from the beaches. His twin, however, caused tears to form along the bottom lids of Roux's eyes once more. He could feel the raging, hot anger as it boiled and spilled from his twin's chest. "Sac-sacre...I-i-i did it." He looked away from his twin, tears spilling and voice choking. The wound on his shoulder was his own cause, truly, from slamming into the sharp cave wall on his flee. Roux's ears dropped again, and he gritted his teeth. He needed to stand. His body was shaking, and the boy did not notice until he attempted to stand.
The pain was more than Roux had ever felt before and he screamed, called out, and pulled himself to his hooves. He swayed, shook, and wanted to release his knees and fall back to the earth. Let me die here. "Sacre...in the ca-aves. I--" Roux choked again, his head hanging as sobs took over his voice for several minutes. "I killed a boy."
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