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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.
Where in blazes was she? This forest was thick to high heaven much less dark, but the dark didn't bother her on that luminous night; no, where she was however was bothersome. Bejeweled eyes narrowed slightly as those ashen hooves lead the mare forth, highly unsure of this strange place. Most times the chaotic mare was more then sure footed in where she went, but here, this place felt just strange. It made her hide tingle and not in a pleasant way. It seemed a more uncertain side of her personality was in place this lovely night, something that would change if given a bit of time. "Never again." A mere mummer to her self, as those eyes looked for something, or rather someone to focus upon. It would lead to interesting things no doubt, her chaotic nature would shift and in turn she'd be more sure of her self in this strange place.
That attention shifted to a moving form, a wolf it would seem from the outline of the canine. The creature didn't frighten her, rather she took interest in the furred creature and followed it. Yet she knew it was the only one here, likely hopping for an easy meal or hunting for scraps, whatever the case maybe it would lead her some where. Thus the winged mare followed ever silent in her steps, ever watching. But it seemed to have worked before too long, being taken to that of a small clearing. Now, at least she could see what was before her. Still the question remained; "Where am I?" Mummering ever so softly to her self, as those eyes shifted to the sky and upon the moon that hung lazily above her.
Occ: Shorter then I typically do..and rather out of placeish; guess I have to get into my character still xD.
The feline moved quietly through the tall grasses her stripes hidden beneath the moon as long as she stuck to the shadows. Her senses were a live wire connecting her to everything lingering around, the rabbit deep within their burrows, the birds sleeping in the trees overhead, a wolf prowling around. Yet it was the scent of another four legged creature that caught her interest, another like her bonded was nearby. Picking up her pace she moved quietly from the grass to the forest borders her paws making virtually no sound on the soft terrain. Slinking forward through the bushes blue eyes fell upon the winged one a couple feet from where she was, what was this one doing out here at this time? Glancing back she wondered why the grey was always so slow when there was so much to see and so little time to see it all. Growling impatiently the tigress forgot momentarily that she was supposed to be quiet if she was to stalk something, whoops well that worked out well.
From out of the darkness the lone figure of her bonded emerged slowly obviously aware of the winged female, she shall stay here for awhile longer she finally decided crouching down trying to hide herself the best she could so the moon would not give her away.
It had not been the dapple's intention to wander so close to the threshold but his journey had gotten rather off course. Before he had turned back the scent of a lone female had caught his attention, so of course he wanted to see who was out at this time of night. Silver eyes caught the pegasus's figure as he crested over the hill and his heart momentarily jumped in the hopes it may be Parelia. Disappointment and sadness quickly replaced those emotions as he concluded that she was not who he had hoped to see but rather a new mare to the area. Wiping his face clear of emotion he forced a gentleness into his features as he approached stopping a few feet from the mare. " What brings you out here so late miss?" He questioned his head held high upon his muscular shoulders out of habit.
The faded light that surrounded him had overtime become so normal he on occasion forgot it was there. Regardless of whether her paid attention to it or not it was commonly one of the first things strangers seemed to notice especially under the cloak of night. "Forgive me, My name is Ciceron." He commented annoyed with himself for forgetting his manners. There were many things that seemed to be slipping his mind lately, not that it was really all that surprising given the occurances of the last couple weeks.
Ciceron talks Ciceron thinks Kiara speaks
•• TAGS: @[Morgäna] •• NOTES: Finally decided lol. If your wondering on the light it is his markings over his legs that emit a silverish glow in dim light. ^^ ••
SHE'LL TAP OUT YOUR HEART AND LEAVE YOU WITH NOTHING INSIDE
Those eyes remained upon the luminous moon a above, the wolven creature that had been her companion, for a short while had well wandered off. Not that she minded in the least, it had brought her here, to this clearing. The question remained however; where was she? This place was strange, it was nothing she had ever experienced before. With this uncertain piece of her personality dominating that mind; it made her anxious, nervous even. Surely someone would be able to explain things to her, about these strange lands. Well, this one in particular; she would wait and see what resided beyond these forest.
Ears swerved at the growl, that was not of the wolf; the one she had followed here. No, it was much more feline; head turning those jeweled eyes sought out the form hiding within the green foliage. It stuck out like a sore thumb nearly, a white and stripped thing. What was this creature and why was it so small? A young-ling perhaps? It was temping to go see and see what it was, for she held no fear of the striped creature. Then again there was rarely ever any fear within the mare, it had only happened once when she had been much, much younger. The doing of her brother, but ah they played those sort of games all the time. Some things never had gotten old, the terrifying scare had been a one time deal then she had grown, dull to it; numb one could say.
Before she would investigate further a scent fluttered into her nostrils causing them to flare, a stallion, a unicorn. Well, she hadn't seen one of them in quite some time. That body shifted only to meet from where this stallion was coming from, eyes blinking the mare waited. The steel grey brandished with silver form came into view, he had quite the look about him. Handsome even. "I had been traveling and ended up in this..forest." The answer was simple and quick and yet true at the same time. Her eyes shifted once again to the spot where the white and stripped creature had hidden it self but alas the mare said naught before turning her focus on the stallion.
The odd glow had been noted about him and the mare knew he likely had been asked far more then he cared for about it. Thus the question never left her and never would, save for perhaps a different time. But here and now, no, it would remain unspoken. "A troubled mind is a forgetful one." Surprising her self, she spoke softly and without malice. Strange this side of her was but at the same time no unlikeable, a facade she could grow used to and even use to her advantage. "Morgäna les Désastre." The name given as she peered at his face, curious to see his reaction to her own words.
05-29-2014, 03:14 AM (This post was last modified: 05-31-2014, 10:06 PM by Ciceron.)
While the answer was not what the grey had been expecting it did not really surprise him much either. He had met many newcomers and each possessed a unique personality and with it many variations of names, many of which he had never heard before. The first thing that came to note about this fae would likely be perhaps the lack of caution within her posture and the lack of it within her face. Most that appeared within the threshold had some degree of caution which came naturally when faced with a new situation and new sights, yet this girl seemed to display none hmm interesting. Pushing the thought away his expression relaxed slightly with the welcome distraction of conversation. There was much that churned within the depths of his mind it was nice to be able to focus on something he might be able to make sense of for once.
"A troubled mind is a forgetful one." The comment brought a smirk to his jaw, was it that obvious that his mind was not all there. He would have to work on his ability to conceal it better if that was even possible given a large chunk of him was missing inside. "Morgäna Asguardi." Teasing the name through his mind he couldn't think of ever having come across it before, surely he should be able to recall having met her with a distinct name such as this. Nothing rang any bells so he quickly gave up on that train of thought satisfied with his conclusion of never having met her before. "Morgäna les Désastre, do you commonly go by the entire name or is there a shortened version you prefer?" He asked completely out of curiosity.
The mare's eyes wandered momentarily to something behind her before meeting his once again. Curiosity drew his own attention briefly trying to pick out what was of interest before his eyes caught Kiara's, that would explain it. " Do you need a place to rest from your journey? I would gladly show you the Hidden Falls herd if you wish." He offered out of lack of something better to say. Normally conversation came easily why was it so difficult to come up with something proper to say?
Flicking her tail in mild annoyance for her bonded's lack of introducing her to the mare, the feline stubbornly remained where she was. She needed to try and find some way to make him happy, this was not like him at all. That other winged witch had broken him when she left with the shorter fuzzy one, why had she done this. If she wasn't so concerned about the grey being able to cope with his sadness she would have tried to track them done and make them come back. Granted to do this she would have to deal with the featherhead, and she would need a plan to drag them back here. That could prove more challenging, the featherhead was easy to deal with it just meant she could finally catch him.
Waiting another couple of minutes the feline's patience grew thin, she would be here all night if she waited to be introduced. With that she lept forward with powerful limbs back into the long grass only to circle around behind her grey before slowly emerging behind him her eyes trained on the winged mare. The last winged one had hurt him, was this one going to do the same? Not if she could help it, growling protectively she lay herself down a few meters from the pair to see what would happen next.
Ciceron talks Ciceron thinks Kiara speaks
•• TAGS: @[Morgäna] •• NOTES: Don't mind Kiara lol ••