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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.
Slowly inwardly he was gaining that wicked grin back. The more the girl walked in trust next to his limping form the more his heart began to pick up the pace, and his mind began to spin. Like a jet engine it took a moment to get itself going, but even then it was a force to be reckoned with. The golden had not been thick enough, even in the swirled lingers of pain to not notice how the splashed bird had narrowed her eyes at him. How she became tenser with the suggestion and questioning herself. But then she nodded, and the gold’s breath came easier. He lets a small smile pass his lips and a long sigh, seemingly held for all those weeks of being an outcast. Nodding he raises his head, tentatively but with a renewed confidence in the hope for the future. “Thank you Andromeda, I will do my new family proud.” Which ‘family’ he did not say. Then as she moves next to him he takes a small step. His hind swings, then hitches as it had for all those long steps from the Threshold, but the gold wills it, slowly to go on, and much to his shock, finds nothing but a tight soreness. Another long exhale leaves him, and the next step is with more security than before.
Together, side by side they walk. It was not a normal feeling for the gold to allow another to walk as such, but it was or a good cause was it not? So he makes himself soft and looks over to her as they go with appreciation. All the while his mind develops his story line. It edits it with a sharp eye and adds a few notes. Fleshing it out into a piece of art if the gold could say so himself. All they while the slow, limping beast takes the path the splashed bird chooses towards the Throat. The air gets drier, and saltier. Black dirt begins to turn to sand. They are nearly there.
Once they come to the boarder, he assumes, of the land the golden is ready. His mind now returned to be as sharp as a tack, heightened even more by the heat surrounding him. The old near burning touch of the sun, the shifting sands under his cloven hooves, and the hot breeze rising up under his vanilla mane to kiss his leafen star, it is all so known. So familiar. The golden son inhales the hot air and whispers out so perhaps she can just hear, “I was born in a desert. I missed it.” Then the golden seems to awake, too many memories tied to those which always seemed to bring him down. He was a different horse now, with a different history. For a moment though a more whole feeling of home made it a struggle. The golden man always came through though. He was not only a master of the mind of others, but most certainly of his. So he looks to his host with a warm smile and then forward, a hidden wicked grin growing in his soul.
OOC :: Andromeda, then open to all.
"speech"
@[Andromeda]
Heat of the son, Heat of the sands,
Some even get, a heat from within.
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
Please tag in every post.
Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
I lead him, but as an equal, by his side. I sense some discontent at this from Thranduil, but perhaps it is because we are walking much closer than we might otherwise be. I don't pester him with questions, nor do I give him more than a cursory glance here and there to see how he's doing. The open, friendly, talkative attitude that I had going on before has faded and I'm back to my more normal self - not so much the talkative type. Silence hugs me like a warm blanket that I am loathe to shed in these cool winter months. Even the desert is not immune to Frostfall's icy grip.
Thranduil is nearly as silent, excepting when we leave the Forest and when we arrive in the desert. These thanks and promises he will have to prove over time. Actions speak louder than words. Dalibor leaving me.. up and leaving.. after the words he said.. That action seals the deal, and left my heart broken. Actions, my dears. I want to see that this Thranduil can really prove himself. But though I may have doubted his sincerity before, excepting for his pain, once again I believe his words. The sentimental tone that colors his words is as true as true gets, and I believe that he was once a son of the desert. As for me, I don't believe that I've ever belonged in the desert.
The sun, the heat, none of it really suits me. Why I am even in the Throat? I am no disciple of the Sun God. I love the moon and worship her cool, nonjudgmental gaze. I love the night and the stars that shine above, twinkling at me with their secrets. But here I am in the land of the Sun God. Leading this Golden boy to his ways. There was no good way to explain the turn of things from day to day. I whinny into the open air, calling out to any who may be patrolling the borders. Sohalia, specifically.
WENT THE DISTANCE, NOW I'M NOT GONNA STOP.
JUST A MAN AND HIS WILL TO SURVIVE.
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High above, Gaucho patrolled.
The air was brisk, but the WildFire didn't mind. Every now and then fire flared down from his beating wings creating warm thermals for him to glide upon. It wasn't his 'turn' to patrol, but as the herd's gladiator, he felt the need to continually check their borders. It wasn't clear to him that his warriors who were with him in the skies were necessarily taking things as seriously as they ought to. Certainly he didn't think that the citizens who were forced to patrol did. How could they? Mara tried to reassure him that their citizens did not need to have any military might in their background in order to be useful, but the WildFire remained unconvinced. Why send them for patrols if they didn't know what they were doing?
Flaring fire heralded his arrival high overhead. Although he recognized Andromeda from his lofty position, he did not recognize Thranduil (luckily). He passed over the two without much thought. The dun assumed that, given that the star-speckled mara appeared relatively at ease, his presence was not needed below. Likely she had found someone who needed to be healed, or perhaps needed to be accepted into the herd. As such, it fell out of his domain of influence - clearly the golden one below needed either Sohalia or Africa, or Andromeda herself.
Continuing onwards, Gaucho flew North. Little did he realize that the Golden Trickster he was subconsciously searching for had just entered into his borders.
He would surely regret not having stopped to investigate.
(Set before Gaucho becomes a lead. Just flying overhead.)
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