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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.
The Weaver blinked a curious but suspicious gaze upon the settling darkness of sunset about the horizon. The darkness would swell and devour this land soon, but eventually, the stallion would glide his way home through the everlasting woodland and slopes to the permafrost Basin. For now he turned his head towards a huge woodland that seemed to already be very dark, he could only but notice how the orange daylight could not surpass the shadows of this territory. He didn't feel it too good to enter this place, this strange and menacing place. Yet he needed to explore its boundaries, dig into its inner secrets and find out what he needed to know. For the past days, Farenjer had been exploring mysterious lands for recourses. There wasn't anything else to do for no one really requested much this Tallsun from him.
He took a deep breath to relieve some of his anxiety and he edged forward into the dark, dark world. His ice-blue markings were radiant through the shaded bramble, and his tail seemed to brush along everything that came by. His hooves felt heavy and rather clumsy for the first time in ages, and he seemed to hit the fallen branches, or roots a lot. Most likely it was from not being within a dark woodland in ages, all he can be accustomed too in shadows is the cold floors of a stone cave, or the icy tundra's blanket of silver. He shook his head thinking "Me, to be as this clumsy." He met at a slight opening within the thick vegetation and decided to halt here. He shifted around in the gap, and eyed the sides and surfaces for plants. He retreated from his observation when he spotted two mossy boulders nestled between a fiery Redwood tree's roots. He came to it and began looking between the sides to spy a mysterious plant sprouting from it. Farenjer thought "Intriguing, but nothing I could possibly use..." He snorted and moved away from the bud, to look more around the bushes for undergrowth.
Alysanne had taken to wandering at night, abandoning her usual sleep pattern. It was easier to sleep in the day other than some nights, still unused to not having a friend there to stand with in the night. Her anger with Miykael was fading with his absence, the gap between them widening and there was nothing she could do about it. He was missing. Perhaps that was why she wandered at night, avoiding the emptiness of their favoured sleeping spot - even with the excess of plants that grew there, enriched by the nutrients from her hooves. Or perhaps she needed to prove to herself that the night was still beautiful - that there was nothing else to be afraid of in the darkness.
Whatever the reason, the pegasus and her little owl found themselves in one of Helovia’s forests as the night descended. Though she moved through the densely vegetated area with relative ease, the sticks and leaves that became lodged in her wings suggested otherwise.
Hemlock, taking more and more to flying rather than sitting on her head, weaved around the branches ahead of her and used his keen eyesight to find a relatively bramble free path for them. There was no destination on this Tallsun night, no plan, and soon she would be quite happy for that - because a destination presented itself in a clearing in the form of a unicorn with the most brilliantly turquoise horn and markings. In the silvery light from above, he rather seemed to glow. His attention was focused elsewhere, perhaps on the undergrowth or something within it.
“Ooh, what did you find?” She used by way of greeting - trotting up from behind and trying to look around to see what was interesting. Not the most polite way of starting off a conversation but the curiosity got the better of her. Hemlock, noting the presence of a strange male, looped around overhead to find a good branch where he could easily keep an eye on things.
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06-21-2014, 02:26 PM (This post was last modified: 06-21-2014, 02:27 PM by Farenjer.)
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As he bends down to sniff out some more stranger undergrowth among the brambles and rocks, higher-pitched vocals ring behind him “Ooh, what did you find?” He raised his head up stiffly, before turning around. His tail brushed the debris covered terrain as he looks at her with a surprised expression on his face. The weaver had been caught off guard. This mare had discovered him as he had foraged for useful plants within his mending work. He turned toward her and observed in detail, her appearance. The first thing he noticed was the large wings that folded on her back, her coat was painted with whites and blacks and that she looked very graceful and elegant.
The lightning unicorn nodded to her and said "Nothing useful for me. I'm looking for plants to use for making blankets, or satchels." He added in, perhaps hoping a little that the Pegasus mare could be of some help in his search. He tipped his head a little to the side, casting a icy gaze of curiosity towards her form and added in with his deep vocals "What is your name? Where do you come from?" He wondered blinking a puzzled gaze as he looked upon the Pegasus. How strange of him to be caught not paying attention to his surroundings. He must look like some outcast hovering around his little nest for midday treats. How embarrassing. He thought as he waited for her unspoken words. He wondered of where she originates from. Where she claims her home to be. With those beautiful white wings upon her back she must not come from any place he could know of within the North. Perhaps she was not even from a herd, but an outcast. Though to Farenjer, she seemed to friendly and sociable to not belong to a herd.
07-04-2014, 09:58 PM (This post was last modified: 07-04-2014, 09:59 PM by Random Event.)
In these deep, dark woods, there are mysteries yet unexplored. Helovia is as habitable to other creatures as it is to the horses which have started to thrive here, but unlike the equids, many of these denizens have existed here from the beginning. The realm of Helovia has its own pulse, one which hums through the soil and the leaves, a sensation that tingles through the air and the water.
This place is alive.
One such being is nestled in the rotten leaves which have fallen to the groundfloor. It lies, perfectly content, in a bed of twigs and mushrooms, rocks and dew, oblivious to the rooting and foraging of the weaver. It appears as nothing more than a pale ball of fluff, still and harmless, resembling a certain fiber often utilized for weaving products.
Upon closer inspection it is in fact, cotton.
One of you two horses should notice it - moisture has settled on it and the waning light has caught it just right so that it gleams. Its unnatural hue also stands out, although it is by no means pristine white, it is certainly lighter than most objects in this dreary and dreadful place. Can it be something so bright and happy here? More importantly, can it be so easy for Farenjer to find what he needs?
It would seem so, because the ball of cotton is simply lying there, ready for harvesting.
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