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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.
04-22-2014, 06:58 AM (This post was last modified: 04-22-2014, 07:05 AM by Beowulf.)
The soft white blanket was gradually receding from the lands. Patches where it was thickest still remained. Signs of life peeked through the white, slices of greens broke up ; that once was; whiteness. A small cub seemed to find these patches of deep snow bounds of fun. Jumping into them and leaping back out with great energy, And not too far behind her was the bulking size of Beowulf, watching her with orange orbs as the young Lynx enjoyed her exploring of the wilds. ”Do not sway from the track Mykah”His deep voice bellowed across the way, though it held a gentle and father-ly tone to it. He spoke the words whether or not the cub could understand him.
The pair had been together for just a short while now, but Mykah was quickly growing. The Lynx cub had found her feet in just a few days, already muscle grew around her weak frame. However that did not mean she was able to fend for herself. The beast still kept one eye on her and the other upon his surroundings. You never could tell when and enemy was approaching.
The path way veered to the left, narrowing; but not enough that the Beast found it tight, a wall of ice and snow loomed up from the ground, a neatly chiseled arch stood before the pair. made from hues of the most deep sapphire blue you'd ever have seen. The beast stood in awe over the sheer beauty. His eye's too busy to watch Mykah. Whom now had swayed further from him than he knew. She had not fully followed the Beast, but found her own path, chasing after the tiny insects that filled the spring air. Mykah was distracted far to easily, her curiosity took over everything, especially still being of such a young age.
Panic ran through the Beast as he turned, searched for his bonded. She was no where in sight and he began to worry for her safety. If another came across him, would they see a predator, even of her being so young. A lynx may be a predator, but to horses they served no danger. They were not as big as a mountain lion, they snacked upon small birds and rodents. Which Beowulf had come to learn. Along with the help of Agrona.
”Mykah!” He called out for her, hoping that she had come to learn the sound of his voice, that she would return to him. He searched with the utmost care, for if he trod where she hid in the shrubs, there may not have been such a good outcome of that. Already he had learned to watch where he stepped, to make sure that Mykah was up in front so he could see her, unless she rode upon his back. Which the kitten had just taken up to doing. Climbing up his leg and up onto his back, Hiding amongst his hair as she slept so easily in the dip of his back.
”Speech Speech.”
@[Aurelia]
::OOC- Aure can find her if you want :D
Love tames the benumbed beast.
*Please tag me in all posts. *Permission granted to cause bodily harm, use magic ect upon me. With the exception of death
Her hooves dared to slip from beneath her as she walked upon the ice, a thick coating of it below, and a roof of ice above her also, it seemed. A place she had yet to visit. An odd, weird place, but the scents of cold and pine reached her nostrils, The Basin? With a swift glance at her surroundings, she decided that No, this place mustn't be part of the Basin, for there was No gates, nor the shining gold guards.
With a flick of an ear and the whipping of her head, she flexed her shoulder muscles, the calling of a name had interrupted her thoughts. A low, deep voice, by the scents of it, belonging to a male. But why did she feel fear? She was never afraid of such things.
Within a few steps, he came into View. A huge, startling sight. She wanted to flee, her instincts screaming at her to run, hide. But she was sure he had spotted her, for she was facing him head on, and he was only a few paces away. Her heart beat quickened, thumping in her chest, blood raging in her harks. She glanced about, flicking her harks nervously. He was very large, with a mighty mane and not one, but a few horns. A beautiful but freighting sight. But I am horned now too. I don't have to be scared. Bowing her dome to him, she parted her maw to let kindred vocals call out in a polite greeting. "Greetings sir, I am Abishia. "
Aurelia Keep your head up, keep your heart strong.
"talk talk talk"
I walk through this field of ice with one thing in mind. Fire. As soon as I think the word, my entire body is licked with flames that resonate warmth throughout my golden-white body. My foals have been born, my snake has hatched. Neither are with me, though. All I have today is my sanity (maybe?). In the distance, I see a cave. It blends in with it's surroundings pretty well, but I've been analyzing every inch of this land. This tactic is how I noticed this cave. If I hadn't been studying every curve and bump in the ground, every wall of snow, every blue-topped mountain, I would never have found this ice ridden cave in which two horses were gathering.
I see this figure of what looks like a horse, but may be a deer... or a cow? The animal has flashy black splotches all over it's body that stand out quite a lot in the background of this icy land. The figure slips into the cave. Instantly, I want to explore this cave that did not interest me before. My gait is thrust forward my a leisure walk to a fast-paced gallop. The crunch of snow is crunching loudy under my slick beige hooves. Each step requires more work, as I have to drag my hooves out of the snow and place them back onto it-- only to have them sink deep into the snow again. I am not sweating, though. In fact, I am actually kind of cold. I lived in the Dragon's Throat for quite some time, and that was the setting for me.. not cold lands where I am attacked by stupid stallions with horns and ugly-ass markings. I've been called a temptress here, and I am not exactly doubting that idea now, but is that an insult or a compliment? Many horses cannot attract others, for they are ugly, but everyone says I'm beautiful...
Am I blind to this beauty everyone sees?
"I am Abishia." I reach the entrance of the cave where I am slowed to a walk and join what seems to be two horses. Instantly, I see the cow-deer-horse-mare. She is actually pretty.. maybe? Again, I may be blind to beauty. This foal is the one from the threshold. I met her while recruiting Draeseong. The noble stallion had attracted two mares quite quickly, and they were all for staying and chatting, where as me... Well, I'm not afraid to go in there and demand they follow. "You're the girl from the Threshold. You didn't follow me to the World's Edge.." My features turn into an expression a cop might have while interrogating a suspect. "Are you a sick-wraith animal or a stupid mare?" I retort. Maybe if I scold her, she'll know to take advice when it's given next time. I do not like mares, a lot of the time. Many are stupid, annoying, and irrational. Maybe Note is a mare after all? I wouldn't be surprised. I think the Moon God of Sun God (who I hear is quite handsome, but impatient and hot-tempered) would love to turn a girl mare into a stallion and see what happens.
My gaze flicks towards the stallion Abishia is talking to and right away, I think: hair. Isn't he hot with so much hair? I know, for sure, I would just quest to be bald if I had all that hair. Well-- I don't know, because that would look bad. Luckily, I am not the one who has to worry about all these decisions. I wonder if he wakes up and asks himself "Braids, down, or pigtails?" "I'm Aurelia, a World's Edge Philosopher. Who are you, blue stallion?" I extend my muzzle to him, hoping to bump my soft pink nose against his whisker...y one.
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