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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.
After the race at the beach, he had begun to head to the southeast. The smell of others were still bombarding his nostrils with unpleasant scents. So, why not get to the bottom of the stench? As his travels continued, he had came near a cave, and noted that this must be discovered later. Other than that, it was time he approached the boarder of the nearby land. A few, cautious looks into the cave, and he set onward.
As the land drew into view, he stopped near the boarder, well, the invisible line he thought could not be crossed. He stopped, and scanned the area. It was a beautiful scene, lush grasses bent and danced in the waves of the breeze. They whispered to him welcomingly, begging him to come forward. Hesitantly, he stepped forward, breathing in the fresh air, filling his lungs. At the outward breath, a large, deep call resonated from within his chest. He stood unassuming, and ready to ask his questions. He had thought of some creative ones on the way over here, and he intended on asking them. He hoped they would arrive before he had the chance to forget them.
This place, he did not hear described, so, he assumed this was neither the Hidden Falls, or the Worlds Edge. Good, A new, fresh face would be more than welcome in his eyes. Preferably, they would be knowledgeable, and able to give him answers to the questions he needed. However, meeting anyone at this point would bring respite from his idleness.
[ooc:// basically he's meeting/learning about the herds, so anyone willing to come answer his questions, please reply! :)]
Yet again, she's wading through thoughts thicker than blood, staining her mental legs and holding her back when the wind is throwing sand to her eyes and the heat bakes her within an oven larger than you could find yourself believing in. The border is empty today, and since today is everyday, she can find no reason to have herself wandering beside it. There are no flowers for her to smell and visitors to greet. No one wants to come to the Dragon's Throat, and she finds no reason not to blame them. Who would want to live in a dust bowl?
Sikeax and the rest of her family, that was.
Slow in her pace and deep into her thoughts, thinking through the words of what she had been told and trying to figure out what most meant when they were speaking to her, she may of just cast off the sound to be nothing but a passing bird, or the sound of a family member returning home and announcing their return to the rest of the herd. Her list of friends in the Throat was almost nothing. In sheer curiosity, she picked up to a slow canter and found herself moving along the border and taking her patrol at a greater speed.
In the end, it wasn't a family member. He clung scents to him, and none of those smells were shared by her. Typically, one found standing at the border would be greeted with aggression. Past experiences with the rude greetings from members of the Aurora Basin taught her that it did nothing good for the image of her family.
Whoever he was, he was nothing that she hadn't seen before. If you've seen one, then you've already seen them all. He's patient in her eyes when she slows with an uneasy attitude. Her muscles are tense and her heart offers in a soft reassuring tone that it is fine to act this way. It was only her first time to greet an unknown visitor at the border of her home and she believed that she was taking her actions the right way.
Eye contact is given to him. She finds nothing wrong with his appearance, and while staring, she finds no reason to feel the way she is feeling. She should feel more bold, more willing to speak outwards to someone like this, but her heart is weak and frail with all that has recently occurred and can find nothing better to do than to slide in the pit of her rib cage and sulk. So much for courage, so much for bravery.
"Hello, visitor. I am Sikeax, of the Dragon's Throat. What may I help you with?"
Her style of approach may not have been the kind that any of the soldiers would take to, but well into the belief that it is easier to take a gentle approach to other, she knows already that her heart is not strong enough to blast hate and disgust at the stranger at first glance.
Everything about her is held high, head held where it seems neither snobby or rude, where she can make him feel as if she takes him as an equal. This is a time for her to learn, and eager as she may be, it's not one that she can fully admit to be prepared for.
@[Biru]
If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?
It wasn't long before someone had arrived, but only one. One, quiet, little unicorn mare like himself. Except she was much younger, she barely looked to be out of her foal hood. Why on earth was someone like her patrolling boarders? Much less greeting a complete stranger, who, without a doubt, would stand much taller and stronger.
Finally she approaches, and looks him in the eyes. He stares back, slowly blinking and watching her own body tick the way she seemed to be watching him. Her eyes bore a faint blue, staring at his own, dark, depressive red ones. She was locked up as tight as he was, baring no emotion, no rage or sadness.
Her voice finally broke into his thinking, it was still childish in a way, but not in an obnoxious way. From a few simple words, he thought her to be intelligent, and one who knows more than her age should. He offered a small smile, and a slight dip of his head, the red and gold horn flashing brightly in the sun. "Greetings young one, why has an elder not followed you?" He questioned, but it was rather ironic. He had no one following him from the day of his birth, only a father who appeared once in his life, a mother he did not know, and an adoptive family who wanted him for his inborn strength. Needless to say, he was always alone. Being alone was the way the world had strengthened him. "My name is Biru, I come seeking questions about this herd land. Am I able to ask you such things?" His voice rolled off his tongue low, cool and friendly. In a way, he felt a sort of kinship with his brethren. He had never met another unicorn quite like himself before, generally they had dainty cloven feet and agile leonine tails. He, like this girl, were born with long locks, and solid rounded hooves. It made him appreciate her more. "Tell me young one, what am I, a warrior, to do here? How would my services be put to use?" He questioned, starting off with the easier of the set of questions.
@[Sikeax] ;; as for her appearance wasn't quite sure about the hooves, so if it's wrong i'll go back in and change :D
As a soldier, he took his job seriously. Border patrols needed to be conducted regularly and with care to ensure the safety of the herd within. So it was that the much older stallion found two unicorns at his border.
For fuck's sake... he grumbled, swiftly trotting an approach, wings held out from his body slightly in a small amount of threat. Prejudice, really. He hated unicorns.
However, annoyingly, one of them smelled like the Dragon's Throat. Was one of these murderheads part of Throat? Annoying, how tolerant and open this place was. Wise enough to know he should remain silent upon first approach, the rust and white roan pegasus drew closer, listening to the conversation. The male seemed to be inquiring what a soldier would do here, and Dalibor could tell this little one of theirs wasn't a fighter.
"You would become a Spear or a Shield, like myself," he answered, interjecting himself not rudely into the conversation. "You would do what I am doing now, patrolling the border, to keep threats at bay. You would patrol other lands to keep up-to-date on information; conduct spars with other soldiers in the herd; go to war if we are attacked." Dalibor fell silent then, inspecting this outsider. "What brings you to the Dragon's Throat...?" he trailed, well aware of the stallion's name when he spoke it prior, but feeling no inclination to use it.
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