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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.
05-28-2014, 01:29 PM (This post was last modified: 06-03-2014, 09:49 AM by Gaucho.)
It's not hard to live like a ghost.
I just haunt all that I wanted, and leave what I don't.</style>
Herrrrreee
Mara's mental suggestions were accompanied by a gentle hissing sound, as she wound herself around Gaucho's antlers. He didn't question his bonded, but nor did he understand why she was leading him here. Images flashed in his mind, of caves that glittered from an unseen light; of a herd huddled close together; raised voices and fear; darkness. His stormy gaze narrowed in confusion as these images passed without recollection from his primitive mind. "So?" He inquired aloud, his voice a deep rumble. Ever persistent, Mara merely urged him forward.
You will sssssseee.
But Gaucho did not see. As his large hooves loudly struck the pathway leading into the Sanctuary, all he saw was the river of lava, and the reflection of the flames on his body gently creating shadows and light against the crystalline walls. "So?" He asked again, raising his dark wings from his flanks, to allow the flames that lingered there to be cast in a wider radius, flooding his corner of the Sanctuary with light. His antlered skull surveyed the room without interest, finding defensible points, and areas of weakness, but not recalling the events that had happened here.
Mara sighed with defeat, as Gaucho moved to the wall of the cave, inspecting it with interest. Without being consciously aware of his reasons for doing so, he lowered his antlered skull and began to etch a symbol into the wall. Almost as if in a trance, and with care that seemed befitting the beast, he began to slowly etch a symbol into the cave wall. After a few moments, this shape was revealed:
Mara, who had slithered back onto his neck to avoid the dust and rock thrown her way during this process, eyed the shape with interest. Ammmmpere? She silently inquired, associating what appeared to be a lightning bolt with the lightning-mare who had so captivated Gaucho's attention during their brief encounters. Gaucho's dark ears twitched slightly as if with recognition, as his gaze fell over the symbol, as if it wasn't his own doing. With a grunt, he shrugged his blue-striped shoulders, raising his wings to cast light upon the inscribed marking.
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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I don't know what it was that brought be back to the caves again. Some of my worst memories were locked away here and yet this was my second time coming back here. The first time I had found Roux and I knew there was the posibility that I would find someone else that I knew either in the caves or in front of them. More than likely someone that I had wronged when I had been under the influence of whatever had taken hold of Helovia. Someone else that I would have to apologize to. I guess that was part of the reason I kept going back. I needed to apologize to bring myself peace. Maybe I would find Roskuld here and I would finally be able to apologize to her, too. Somehow I doubt she'd even want to see me, though.
I hesitated at the cave opening before finally stepping inside. This was the ... third time? The first had been right before the dark period and I had met a stallion in here, but I can't remember his name. Then again when I had plunged into the darkness intent on finding my dad and killing him. And Gaucho. I had come in looking for him, too, after spending so much time taunting him on the surface and threatning to find his daughter and hurt her. He was one that I'd need to add to my list of apologies.
Fate would have it that I would apologize to him sooner rather than later, it seemed. I remember his smell from when I met him in the Throat and his scent was strong in the cave. My ears tilted back then forward because I could hear his hooves against the stone, but I couldn't see him. The stallion had struck me as very primal and the idea of hearing him but not being able to see him after what I had done didn't feel too good. I'd rather meet him out in an open field than in a dark cave that I didn't know. Where he could attack me. Where my body could be easily concealed. Where rodents and insects could pick at me until I was nothing but a pile of bones and feathers.
No.
I shook the idea and image from my head. Gaucho couldn't be that much of a caveman. He had to have some sense about him, right? Right? I was having a hard time convincing myself so I called out his name before I completely lost my nerve. "Gaucho?"
It's not hard to live like a ghost.
I just haunt all that I wanted, and leave what I don't.</style>
He didn't understand, and he didn't remember. It was a cave, like any other. Well, not like any other. Likely there weren't that many diamond caves, with hieroglyphics and whatnot. But it was unremarkable, in the sense that it did not awaken any of the memories that Mara thought it might. Just the symbol, whatever it was.
At the sound of hoof falls against the rocky floor, Gaucho twisted slightly, raising his right wing to force the flames that lingered there to illuminate the room. He did not see anything at first - for much of Ranjiri was cloaked in black, but slowly more of her silhouette appeared. As she called his name, the WildFire frowned. Another one who knows me, he thought agitatedly. How could it be so? What was truly puzzling, was just how many seemed to know him. Even if he had been here before, and had lead some 'dragon's throat', how could his name be known to everyone he had met? It had to be a ruse; a trick. There were simply too many who knew his face, for this lie to be probable. He could not be that well known.
Turning his blue striped chest to face the opening of the room he currently occupied, Gaucho stepped forwards, and away from his wall-etching.
"Yes." He answered flatly, his deep voice echoing off of the walls. He still couldn't make out who had named him. Although, given his lack of memories, seeing Ranjiri likely wouldn't change matters either.
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