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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.
Astrasza enters the boarder that is the Hidden Falls, though she does so on foot. Her wings still tired and achy, but her legs comfortably relaxed, are a much preferred choice given her current situation. Trees suddenly give way to lacing rivers and pools of water that seem to endlessly fill yet without flooding. As Astrasza climbs the uneven rocks further upstream the racing water comes to a series of water falls; mist and rainbows fill the air and water collects on the mare’s wings and dampens her fur.
Another monstrous cliff sits in the mare’s path, and her wings open as the mare leaps into the air towards the river and allows her wings to catch her before she hits the water. Though with an ungraceful struggle, her body meanders as she struggles to climb the air with viciously fluttering wings before finally touching ground a top the cliff rocks. Astrasza snorts her stress away, how any idiot can assume a Pegasus can just take off from the ground like a little robin is beyond her.
Astrasza stops at the top of the rocks and looks over the falls with a pleased smile, the smell of dirty river water fills her nostrils and excites her. This is a nice place… peaceful, quiet, beautiful. Astrasza admires her surroundings, no one to bug her, no one at all. She can’t help but wonder where her recruiter had gone, though. They had dashed away into the trees together, covered miles of ground and then suddenly a few sharp turns later Astrasza had found she’s by herself.
Astrasza shrugs after she replays the event over and over. Oh well, at least now she’s in a safe spot, shoot maybe no one’s out here. Maybe the fawn was the only horse who knew about this spot! She can claim this place as her own! The idea tickles Astrasza into a smile and she looks around for signs of life. No one? No one here? Nope!
Squatting in her spot the mare lifts her tail and lets go a stream of hot, yellow fluids onto the rocks. Yup, Astrasza was here. A proud flick of her tail and Astrasza begins a casual pace up stream, setting out on an exploration mission into unchartered land.
The cooling of orangemoon is upon us, our canopy has already started their change. Turning from a brilliant emerald to faded sunset hues of violet and amber; soon they would become brighter, full of luster. Then, nearly all at once, the canvas would turn a dusty chocolate and bare the sickly looking limbs like skeletons with their fingers stretching for salvation.
I’d taken a break from patrolling the entrance to search our lands on the far side of this valley. Once ensuring everything was quiet, I returned to the cliffs – noting that things looked peaceful and unchanged. That was until…yon striking mare breasted our cliff-face, traveling in the progression water. Her body was short, the pelt similar to a mare I’d known long ago. A mare that in all likelihood had died shortly after leaving her migratory home.
Right appendage angled toward my barrel, carrying this body into a wide arch alongside the cliff face. A warm updraft aided in elevation as I circled back around, preparing for an approach, “Hail!” vocals trumpeted. Patched limbs uncoiled their tight position, the muscles in my limbs backpedaled feathers until hindfeet brushed grey slant. Gold scattered in the wake of my approach, perfect hoofprints grinding into the stone before disappearing harmlessly. Wings slithered shut as forefeet fell ahead; one solid whiff of her essence and that faint burst of hope that had dared raise its little head was extinguished. This girl wasn’t Kri, nor was she a Falls mare, “Welcome,” I said with a genuine beam touching both corners of my face.
“This is Hidden Falls,” my tone is nothing but cordial and welcoming, “May I ask what purpose stirs ye to cross into our land?”
--Some great giant asshole of a fist had come down and crushed the foothills I had grown up in—had carved a water basin with impossibly large, sharp knuckles and made a huge mess out of rocks and earth, a pulverized hole in the ground. And with that all mighty punch, they had straight pounded the ground I used to sleep on at night—completely decimated the trees and the streams I used to know, replacing it with something else, something that looked broken to me, probably because it was broken in my eyes.
What even the hell, man!
I acted like I was surprised. I acted like I had a reason to be pissed, like it was my right or something. Like it was still my home and that I hadn’t abandoned it at some point, along with any and all family that I used to have residing here. The place was trashed; the scents were different, totally changed, with no hint of the huge, fierce warriors I used to always want to emulate. I couldn’t smell Miss Day-Day here or Mr. Archiballs (oh my god I really thought that was a his name at one point) or anyone, anyone else, except for some vague scent that sparked something painful in me but I wasn’t sure why.
My eyes were wide; fuck boarder protocols, man, my old home was junked and I was too shocked to care about anyone else’s feelings for courtesy right now. Not that I would’ve cared that much before, but here now was a grievance too personal for me to rein in this bogus sense of outrage that I was allowing myself to get away with. Anger was my mainstay, I guess, or at least it was beginning to be—sort of like an amber bottle that you keep reaching for to steady your knees so you can keep walking. I’m guessing it was just as healthy.
“What the HELL is this?!” I bellowed from the back of my throat, a raw throated, rage-induced, heartbroken shout that shot straight at the profile of an unfortunate pissing mare. I stomped toward her, my hooves slashing in the water as I came closer to this stranger who may or may not be calling this place home. This strange place—this blot on unfamiliar territory—
But I didn’t get too close before a golden blur entered my vision, dropping gently from the sky like a flurry of precious dust—but I was still yelling before I could even see who it was. “What happened?!” I was yelling over the greetings he was giving her, “The mountain! Who the hell trashed the mountain like—like dad--um--" I blinked rapidly, my eyes becoming as confused as my speech as I halted in the stream, gazing at the duo. There was something about this golden guy that was springing in my memory—not a name or anything, or even a voice, really, just this—this feeling that he was a dad…
Someone’s dad…
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Like stars burning holes right through the dark
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