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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.
More than anything in the world, he needed to get away. Now that her memories had returned, Aly's nightmares were back and though he tried desperately to calm her he knew the only way to fix it would be to block those memories again. And that she blatantly refuses. No, she says, I can handle it. A frustrated snort practically explodes from his nostrils. He needed to get out of here and fast. Tucking Eliana safely in the bows of a tree near where his only friend slept (however fitful her sleep may be), he turns and, with the softest of steps, makes his way to the rocky coastline. The way the trees opened and the lengthy stretch of land before it dropped off into the sea provided him with an easy way to take off. With his large, white wings spread wide he erupts into a gallop the moment he breaks through the line of trees. Galloping with an uninhibited abandon towards the rocky cliff. Flapping and maneuvering his wings just right, his hooves lift off the ground just before the edge of the cliff. Ascending higher, he loops over the sea to turn himself around, flies over World's Edge and heads north and east.
Surely the cold of the north would be a welcome change this night?
Alone he soars. Lavishing the feel of the wind and air currents against the feathers of his wings. It has been weeks since he has gone flying - weeks because of Eliana. She is young still and he dare not put her life in danger. He loves her, in the only way that he can as the one bonded to her. That does not mean that he can't long for the freedom of flight, however, and he knows that once she is older and able to fly on her own that the two of them will be difficult to snag and bring down from the clouds. For now, while she is still so young, he remains mostly earth-bound, walking everywhere he goes for the sake of keeping her safe. It worked well enough, though he would always daydream of the day when she flew by his side.
Exhaling a deep sigh, the pegasus turns his gaze to the land below him. His blue eyes see the snowy peaks lining the Aurora Basin to his left and he keeps going, continuing north and east towards the northeastern edge of Helovia. Once he is well clear of the Basin, he begins his descent. Dropping slowly and steadily before setting down lightly in the snow, landing ready to walk. His hooves crunch on the snow with each and every step. Miykael welcomed...no, embraced the cold and though he was still overall thinner than he had been a few seasons ago he paid little to no heed to it. Instead he simply continued to move until he could move no further. He has reached the edge, it seems There, and only there, does he shift his blue gaze upwards to the sky - he watches the northern lights, half contemplative and half intrigued by the shifting lights.
[@[Tangere] - sorry for the wait, dear! and sorry for the not so good post, they'll get better. <3]
07-26-2014, 09:29 PM (This post was last modified: 07-26-2014, 09:30 PM by Tangere.)
On this night Tangere and her bird are wandering the steps looking at the greenery and even the lack there of. Evergreen trees and bitter, sappy cone fruit they produce was tonight’s focus. The pines glow in the silvery light of a half moon brightly illuminating the nightsky. The nightly color palette is present of course, as it almost always is. Near silence surrounds the pair, bird and unicorn; the only sound being her own footfall and a stray fox or two every now and again. She studies the pines, particularly some random hardy gnarl barked, dark needled one that grew in small groves of only its kind spread all across the north. A branch breaks in the moving shadows of the skeleton trees. Phrixus lifts off of his bonded’s withers and climbs through the air with long graceful downward stokes of his wings. He perches atop the tallest pine, not of the kind Tangere is attempting to study; which she has now given up on completely. The cloak of shadows and darkness make it impossible for her pick out the details of what she is trying to dissect and learn about. Instead she decides to bring herself through the thinly wooded pine forest, one of many sparse patches scattered across the area. She moves back out into the sem-open, finding that more vegetation grows near the hardwood patches rather than the pine. Snow drifts litter high hills while others hide small oak tree gatherings and a bit of grazing. The grasses and herbs that grow here in the summer are resilient and rich – too much of it is sure to slow one’s stomach to the point of aching. It is, however, very good for one in small doses.
While picking at the patches of greenery between rocks and monster oak tree roots snaking through the cavernous stones, she is interrupted by a sudden crunch across the snow. Phrixus coos softly and swoops to the nearest branch bent sharply just above where the silver unicorn stands. She watches stallion land gracefully, the snow pluming poetically from his smooth steps; curling currents of wind produced by his wings swirl around as he melts into a walk. She lets a smile play on lips, a warm, attractive sort of smile. Her gut stirs and she can feel a tingle web throughout her nerves.
Estrus.
A seasonal occurrence every mare must sort out eventually. Either do it or don’t, but otherwise you should certainly stay away from the opposite sex for a few weeks. Incidentally Tangere hasn’t had time to sort it out and it seems the boys back home are far too distracted to even notice what she smells like lately…this is the first time she’s been alone and close…perhaps it is time for fate to take hold, or at the very least it is time for an experiment.
She perks both ears forward and stretches her muscled neck as far up as it will go, her full focus pinning to the dusty colored Pegasus. She remains silent, but does not make any huge efforts to conceal her presence. She is a pale figure among dark stones and pale snow. The trees barely hide her ghostly silhouette amongst where she was previously minding her own business. She waits for him to continue walking or catch onto the ribbon of hormonal smell tossing and tumbling across the open air-waves.
CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS
BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND.. AND WANTING SOMETHING WARM AND MOVING
@[Miykael]
You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
08-12-2014, 12:17 AM (This post was last modified: 08-12-2014, 12:19 AM by Miykael.)
Miykael
He had thought, perhaps foolishly, that up here he would be alone - especially at night. At first he didn't see the silver mare and her white companion. As he gazes at the dancing lights, his intuition screams at him from the back of his mind - he's being watched. Lowering his head once more, he pauses; temporarily frozen in place. A soft breeze ruffles his dark mane and a particular scent tickles his delicate nose. His eyes close involuntarily, nostrils flaring as he breathes in deeply. Estrus. The painted pegasus was no stranger to that particular aroma and like any male, it was most certainly welcome. Turning, his blue gaze sweeping over the land as he shifts, he soon finds the pale unicorn mare. She is vivid amongst the dark trees, stones, and pale snow.
For a moment he simply watches her, unmoving but alert. Tucking his head towards his chest, his ears pricked forward, and with his white feathered wings unfurled - instinct driving his posture - he makes his way towards her, crunching through the snow patches along the way. The closer he gets, the more concentrated her scent becomes. The estrus causes a familiar stirring in his loins, a warmth and desire spreading through him. Within moments, the cold of the north has disappeared and replaced by the warmer climate of his chosen home - or, at least, that's how it felt to him. He slows his pace and stops, leaving only enough space between them that either one would have to move in order for their skin to touch. "Hello." his voice - deep, rough, and dripping with sex appeal - breaks the silence.
In that moment, everything but the silvery mare disappeared. Perhaps it was a risky move, acting predominantly on instinct but even if this is a trap and the Basin unicorns are about to pop out of the trees and slaughter his ass.. well, he just didn't care. What did he have to live for anyway? Right now, right at this very moment - he is living and that is more than enough. Tucking his wings, he steps towards her and reaches out to touch his nose to hers and if he is successful, he has every intent to move closer to stroke her cheek with his muzzle. He pauses every now and then to inhale deeply but his focus now is impeccable. "It's not safe out here... alone." he adds, and though his voice remains husky, it is also laden with sincerity and concern. Even at his most basic level, he can't escape his endlessly caring nature or so it seems.
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