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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.
A wind laced with a chilling touch ran through the field. It was eager to drape itself around all that it came across. Leaves edged in orange from nearby trees still followed in its wake. The grass had began to yellow at the brush of Orangemoon. Crickets sang their laments and the bats danced in an intricate ballet overhead. Placing each hoof in front of her delicately Rei was careful not to disturb the symphony of the night that surrounded her.
The leopard pegasus came to the center of the Heavenly Fields. How well the name suited the land. Above her a full moon rested in the sky dimly reflecting the light of his sister sun. It had to be wonderful to always have your family, or your partner just over the horizon. Each one always having the other. The moon would always have the sun, and the sun would always have the moon. One would be incomplete without the other.
So why mortals forced to deal with loss? If fate had deemed that the sun and moon would always have each other then why had it sentenced her family to such woes? Why did she have to be left to be incomplete?
"Why? Why!?" The first time it was only an implication of a question, simply a breath of a word passing from her lips. The second was a bold accusation. Guiltily she watched two startled quail flee from where they had planned to rest for the night. Once again the pegasus fell quiet.
Was there even a reason? Or was it all just a sadistic form of entertainment for the always watching Gods. If they were always watching why didn't they interfere? It wasn't that the world lacked compassion. It was the Gods that did.
No. That is wrong. The Gods have given the lands life. There is no greater show of compassion. Fate even reigns over the Gods themselves. A sigh passed her lips at the same time that an owl's mournful question filled the night air. Who? Whoo? it called out and the rest of the nighttime creatures paused to listen. Maybe they paused to think about if they knew the answer to its age old question.
Rei thought about it. She answered it. Rei, she thought, I am Rei and I am a bit lost. Maybe really lost. But there is more to life than this. And I am going to find it.
With the light of the hopeful stars alight on her back and a shadow across her face Rei turned to resume her patrol. It was her duty to carry on.
I…liked this northern wind. It rolled across my back and my quarters like some paradox of a blanket, soothing something raging inside of me, bringing smells that were wet and familiar; that reminded me of home. Of course, my home was destroyed and it was shitty and I hated….I hated someone for it. I dunno man. It was easier to be angry than it was to be sad, so I was angry.
I walked my ass up to this summit because it was familiar to me. It was the closest thing to a home that I had now; it was here that I reunited with Mesec that one awkward time, and also with Ma that other awkward time, when I almost literally drowned in tears and whatnot. It was even colder up here, too, even though it still managed to drop dew in the mornings and evenings; it was clinging to my hooves now, chilly and bright, sending jolts of energizing ice up my legs as I slowly browsed my way through the lessening grass. Or maybe it was just the last vestiges of mist that would probably start rolling in a whole lot more, sometime soon. Yeah, I knew this season. My birthday was somewhere during this time—and, shockingly, I really didn’t feel like yelling this time.
But I ended up yelling anyway because some yahoo decided to shriek something stupid (and familiar) across the calm of the night. I pinned my ears and I finished chewing and I scream-roared right back, without looking for them, “BECAUSE FUCK IT, THAT’S WHY!” It was the only answer I could give that made sense—and I gave an answer because—well—wasn’t it a question I had asked myself multiple times? And I had gotten an answer too; an answer that I wasn’t sure made an awful lot of sense anymore. Nothing makes sense, really. Well, okay, maybe it makes sense of some folk. I’ve tried to be sensible and I guess I ain’t really good at that.
Ice winds screamed upon the Steppe, the first snowflakes she'd seen having finally thrown her out due to their rising violence. Every nerve felt alive and refreshed with the sensation of cold igniting them. The blizzards would then their wails whenever the monsoon season ended in the southern lands.
Left with the task of getting back to where she needed to be, a place foreign and unnatural to everything she bathed her eyes in. The trip seemed longer than before. Possibly it was because she'd been running on small legs, the same kind of night that robed her hanging in after the day hours. Only back then, every aspect to the night was different. For days there was no light, only glowing trees, the occasional flicker of light in the distance. The light of her horn never gave her the experience of total darkness through the whole time. That'd be her childhood, and because of that, she had never become fond of the brighter hours.
Mists paid her no mind, careful with every spot a gravestone shaded hoof could find a sure footing. Her ribs had came to be more and more noticeable in the months of cold air. Last minute binging would do her no harm.
Yet, as the wall of fog that shrouds the plain is pulled back like curtains being opened for a play at the theatre, she's come late to the show. A mare she knows from her headland is already there, while a smaller one of odder colouring bellows out words she has no idea are for. If she's yelling at the winged mare thoroughly coloured like Adrixaura, then Sikeax had every right to agree with them. The other Throatling had previously annoyed her when the incident with Cera occurred.
Her presence goes seemingly unnoticed if they were ignore the obvious glow of her horn, sticking out like a sore thumb. Having swung wde of them, her attention is split half-way between the pair.
"more words"
someday you'll see me buried in a fresh blanket of snow when we've grown very old
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