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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.
07-30-2014, 07:20 PM (This post was last modified: 07-30-2014, 07:21 PM by Jasiri.)
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'I want to go home... Please, lead me home.'
Those were the words uttered from grey-tinted lips that had driven this journey into motion, into retracing old, dusty steps that had been long forgotten. The path had grown over with a proverbial jungle of dust and vegetation, but with her gift, the pilgrimage would not be hard. The world seemed to reverse itself and pass her by, like a residual haunt, and the golden-dipped halfling, with wide, amber-speckled cerulean eyes was powerless to do anything save follow the light in which slowly guided her back home.
The campaign had led her across many a different type of terrain; peat-moss and dank filled swamps that reeked of death and rot, high-topped mountains that kissed the heavenly skies, and barren deserts that served as little more than outlands devoid of life. It was through these places that Jasiri, now far more grown that she had been upon leaving this place, returned to the land of her birth.
Helovia.
Slowly, as though the sun fading beyond the horizon at dusk, the magical, pale white glowing sphere of her guiding light vanished from sight, leaving the young hybrid alone in the forest of the Threshold. Solid hooves of fine ivory stood planted in the grass and earth, and a long breath escaped from the mare's pretty nose. The tip of an ivory plumed, leonine tail flicked left and right, and her eyes, keen and vigilant, soaked in her surroundings, white-tipped ears swiveling forward to listen for the sounds of another. She was a soldier returning home, a wanderer gone homesick, and now, she was ready to come back.
Silence reined supreme.
What had happened since her absence? Since her wayward spirit and the glowing sphere had led her away from Helovia's soil? What had happened to the Edge? To Mirage? To her dear mother, Romani, and Kasai? To Xanthos, her father, and Azel? Were they still around? Were they well? So many questions ran a muck within the copper hybrid, but the answers, well... They would soon come.
Or so she hoped.
[ooc: Jasiri has come back to Helovia. :D Open to anyone!]
background pattern by Patrick Hoesly @ flickr.com
cliff image by John and Tina Reid at gettyimages.com
Many thoughts swam through the dappled stallions mind as he walked along with no real direction of travel other than to just go somewhere. Much was at the forefront of his ever growing list of concerns it was just a matter of trying to put an action to each decision that needed to be made. There was just no end or no result that would please everyone making his choices that much more difficult. Since his arrival many seasons ago he had never felt so out of place and without a sense of where to turn. A heavy sigh escaped him as he wished that things would just sort themselves out and make things right again. Feeling a gentle tap against the side of his leg he glanced down to Kiara who was keeping pace with him and occasionally swatting him with her long tail. This was her way of trying to get his mind off of all the worry and focus on something else for a change. If not for her he would have been a complete mess rather than the cool headed warrior he was today, well if he could call himself that.
Deciding to take Kiara's advice he gave a toss of his head before pushing himself into a energetic trot to see what all the threshold would have today for them to experience. Kiara feeling the pleasant change in mood picked up her own pace loping along within the grass just up ahead of him. The fading glow of the sun cast a lovely golden light over the forest making things feel calm and peaceful for once, it was nice and needed considering all the other mayhem elsewhere. A flash of gold caught his eye making him slow his pace and turn his silver gaze upon the distant object with curiosity. Not too far off stood a mare almost hidden within the golden glow of the sunset, it it had not been for the flash of her feline like tail he would have missed her altogether. Changing his path to coincide with that the mare was traveling he again walked forward to see if he might be of some help.
"Hello Miss." He commented gently dipping his crown as he drew up a little ways off from where the fae was not wanting to startle her. "My name is Ciceron and this here is Kiara. What brings you out here on such a fine day? " As he spoke his curious tigress slunk up through the grass behind him never being one to be left out of a conversation.
Ciceron talks Ciceron thinks Kiara speaks
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The devil bent my ear today about his magical elixir
That would make the sorrow go away
”Ciceron!” comes an enthusiastic, female voice as her figure slips into the clearing which houses the two figures she has both spied and gained an interest in approaching; while she is usually housed in the stone confines of her home, locked high in her figurative towers, she does occasionally leave her son and herd behind to venture to the Threshold in search of desirables. That she has happened upon someone that she considers to be a friend in her slanted, abusive way of labeling such poor, hapless creatures, draws an additional edge of niceties and glitter to her smile and eyes, the metal plates along her spine flashing in the faint light that reaches through the Tallsun foliage above.
His tiger companion is there, to which Kyst raises her little griffon head with interest and watches distrustfully the beast that, inwardly, she knows to be vicious and strong. The vibe resonating from her bonded mare, however, eases her worries – Illynx rarely exhibits such forward trust outside of the Basin or among her peers, and it settles easily with the griffon that she is safe, no matter how fearsome the man’s bonded may be.
She stops at a respectable distance, joining the miniature circle that forms between the stranger (the prize, of course!) and her pseudo-friend Ciceron. ”We seem to find each other often, do we not?” a light laughter trickles from her sugary lips, her overgrown tail swishing without much luster behind her to ward off the flies and insects that come to pinch at her skin.
Maybe this is why she never left the Basin.
Turning her gaze to look over the golden woman who it seems both she and the floral knight have come to court, she maintains her sparkling face of friendliness and congeniality, running her eyes most briefly over the young woman before she introduces herself. She was short, but well built; muscular like Beowulf, but much smaller in height. It’s a good mix for a girl, she thinks, the almost masculine way she’s structured giving her a unique appearance and one that Illynx finds suitable, even in comparison to the fine lines and well honed sinew that comprised her body. Not all were warriors – she must admit as much with a sorrowful sigh that echoes about in the silence of her mind, held taught by the rigid framework of her flattering and false smiles.
”I am the Lady Illynx, of the Aurora Basin to the North,” she explains, her words deft and well known to her, used more often than she’d like; while some chose to remain behind guises and keep their name from the tongues of those they met, the wicked woman found no honor in hiding from the threats she offered or the loathing she might inspire in them should they already know of her, or her home, ”and this is the mistress Kyst, my most faithful friend.”