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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.
07-16-2014, 03:43 PM (This post was last modified: 07-16-2014, 08:11 PM by Sikeax.)
Find a way to believe in fate
Northern lights, the fuel given to her dreams that cling to the cold, weightless air that had laid itself over the seemingly endless stretch of land that was placed eastward of the Aurora Basin. Their lavish display of lights, everlasting beauty of bursting colours, ignite the shades that dot the petals of hardy wildflowers. Snow will soon come to an impatient soul waiting for winter.
Leaving behind hot, dried air for a sweet bathe of cool, almost controlled heaven beneath a wintry hold left her body in a frenzy. An occasional shiver breaks her slow crossing of the spread. She wants to see an ocean, one different than the great, blue sea with sandy beaches and active marine life. Hell, she'd even seen dolphins back south, distant from shore but close enough she could see their forms and have an idea of them. Like anything else that rose up from the depths of salt water, they never lasted long.
Distant mountains beam red underneath the glow of the Auroras. Still snow-capped, their heads covered in white as an old man would show his age when he has reached a point of life to be proud of. The land was elderly, letting someone as young as her cross it with her slow pace.
She has no extended stride, lengthed to force herself forward in a greater speed to see something she hasn't seen since her early days. What good would be given if she did so? Her pale eyes wanted to admire Aurora Borelias, twinklings of light that would grow fainter when she headed south again, swallowed whole by sunlight. The Moon had grown large and swollen, ivory toned and unprepared for what she would believe would soon be Orangemoon.
Time flew by too fast. Memories of suckling still came to her when she'd laid her down, nowhere close to her destination. She counts it as a miracle and laughs to herself at the idea of her childish adventures, how Adrixaura, or Tonka, whoever cared when they came across, would of chewed her out a great many of times over for being in such a place. She'd been such a rebel.
Looking back into her mind while her real eyes stare out towards the mountains, shifting them occasionally to get the better of the light show, she frowns upon how she has changed. When she was once so brave, now she become something that stayed back when conversation arose, refusing to step in unless she was called for, or someone she knew was already there.
Funny, how she had changed herself. Almost of her childish personality had burned away in flames to be replaced with a skittish, prey animal act. Her friends didn't seem to pay much attention to her change, or either they didn't notice. Snorting once, to pull herself back to reality, she tosses her head. No change of landscape, no change in smell, of the almost eery silence that haunted the Steppe.
@[Sacre]
"Mother? Father?" It was more of a whisper than a call. Sacre had been spending his days in the clutches of the Dragons Throat for a while and it was now he thought he'd make the trip slowly back north, to the wild land that bordered the Basin hoping to find familiar faces. Images of his dam flittered through his mind follow by the feeling of fondness, he was by far old enough now to earn his way in the world, but still the son would always miss his mothers warm side. As soon as he hit the familiar cold rush that could be felt even in Tallsun he smiled as memories came flooding back to him of his time with Roux and the rest of his family. The cold was like the familiar homely embrace, the colt felt none of its bitter bite and instead welcomed it as a refreshing nostalgia. Yet, there was an uneasiness he had never felt before, every time he came here there had always been a sense of belonging. Now it was replaced by the worry of betrayal and if those in the Basin, some who he still considered friend, would call him a traitor. Even more worrying, would Roux brand him one? There was nothing really he had done wrong, but the boy couldn't help thinking and then feeling unwell. His father had always said to live side by side with his horned brethren was an honour and he should never forget that. Surely, if anyone, his own father would be disappointed.
Of what Sacre had seen of the world so far, surely it was better to honour the company of genuine friends than those who simply shared a physical trait. He tried to imagine what his father would think of Tandavi as a friend and shuddered. Although, not too long ago, he had been spirited away from his own family and shown the brutality that a battle could bring. For that there was a lingering resentment towards the Worlds Edge that he struggled to shake off. That was one thing he and his father had in common.
Pushing aside his increasingly agitating thoughts, Sacre pushed on northward and onto the wild known as the Frostbreath Steppe. The unclaimed wilderness that bordered the Basin. By now night had fallen and the dazzling lights he remembered so fondly from his childhood lit up the sky. He continued walking with his neck craned up until Inari yapped excitedly and bounced forwards from the side of his bonded. Sacre frowned and moved his head to see better where his fox had decided to run off to.
Surprise littered his expression before the sides of his eyes softened at the sight of Sikeax. Who else would he find up here? The last time she looked to be in trouble, at least this time she looked well in herself. At least, he hoped. The colt walked fondly up to her side, laughter snorting softly from his inky nostrils as his blue eyes lit up in friendly affection. "Sikeax!" He greeted her with his normal bubbly tones. "Why is it I always find you somewhere in these mountains?"
Lowering speed to make up an ache in her legs, extending them further out to stretch them, any predator, or stranger, had the chance to be upon her. Coverage was minimumal to nothing in the high plains, dragging out for miles on end until mountains rose tall and stabbed their peaks into the fluffy belly of low-lying clouds.
Something moved in the corner of her eye as she brought her stride back, shortening it so that it fit the norm. Caught off guard, a bolt to the side gave her the sign that it was Sacre. She stumbled against her own hooves and legs to insure she wouldn't injure his companion, watching for the fleet footed mammal with precision she had.
Calm finally got the better of her, nostrils rolled up with a loud snort, followed by a stamp of the hoof. There was no harm meant in it, only the show of annoyance he'd given her by startling her. "Sacre! You scared me half to death."
Her voice was particularly high when she struck his name, one that made her question the state of her vocal cords. Maybe, he wouldn't notice.
Whatever expression she was baring didn't effect his happiness. He was clearly glad to see her, asking about why he always found her in what she considered a true home. Feeling his emotions roll off of him, any traces of anger bled from her, replaced by a smile. She couldn't stay mad at him, unlike her other childhood friend. He'd put an odd happiness to her. "I was raised here, so when I feel bad, or something bothers me, I come up here. Is it chance you're always here when I am, or it something else?" The end words were put in playfulness, teasing him as she giggled(how weird of her, since she rarely did.) Chance was nothing but a logical answer there; she'd doubted anyone followed in her footsteps, and if they did, then she had renamed oblivious.
@[Sacre]
The feathers, the blue on pale, Sikeax was easy to spot for the red stained boy who was becoming to know her better and better each passing month. It was nice to slowly build up a network of friends, souls to seek out and lean on, to cherish and comfort. Sikeax had given Sacre a great gift by leading him to the Dragons Throat, a home they now shared together. If ever she wanted something from him then the boy would be happy to do his best for her. Yet, right now, it appeared he was repaying her by scaring her out of her wits and the colt quickly retracted, bowing his head in with a light smile whilst Inari bounced around to avoid the stumbling of hooves. His orange tail flicking from side to side as excitement ruffled his short small body. Sacre wasn't quite expecting such a reaction and he quietly berated himself to be more considerate when approaching people instead of being too full on. Forgetting himself was a vice that was slowly cementing itself on his list of wild personality traits.
"AH! Sorry Sikeax" he apologised quickly to the stamp of her hoof and her crisp words. A warm grin filling his features.
He felt relief flood through his body when her anger appeared to dissipate and she returned his grin in kind. Inari was carefully trying to walk up to one of her pale forelegs in attempt to rub his body affectionately against her. Making sweet, quiet whistling noise of contentment. Meanwhile Sikeax answered Sacre's question which left the colt with a look of surprised delight on his face. He never knew she had been born in these mountains too! Perhaps all this time they had been going up here for the same reasons. This possible fact gave Sacre a new feeling of connection to Sikeax. "I visit for the same reason as you" he replied to her giggle with fond words. "I was born in the Aurora Basin and grew up in these mountains with my twin brother." He looked out across the vast snowy region with a gaze lost in old times. "I come up here when I miss him" maybe one day Roux will appear and they can replay some old, cherished memories.
He turned back to Sikeax then with a concerned expression, it was a long way to go with troubling thoughts and it made him wonder exactly what it was that made her walk so far to contemplate them. "May I ask what's troubling you?"
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