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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.
The angel left the Dragon's Throat in high spirits, for Frostfall provided the desert a rather lovely time of year. The nights may be cold, but the days were actually quite pleasant. Her coat, though slightly thicker than normal, was still lovely, shimmering almost iridescent in the Sun's light. She was pleased to be going beyond her borders, for it had been some time since she had taken the initiative to do so. There was simply so much to do at home - so much that required her attention, her input, her assistance. She needed a break.
Not that this was a break, precisely - after all, she ventured forth from the borders of the desert in an attempt to patrol the wilds. Her assignment (for even a Sultana must subject herself to such things) was to investigate the Frostbreath Steppe, a far northern land that came closer to the unicorns of the Basin than she was entirely comfortable with. Africa's story was close to her heart, and she had no desire to find herself in the same predicament. Surely, surely... they would not dare touch a herd's leader on neutral ground - right?
Her doubt grew as she found herself further north, entering colder territories and the beginning of snow flurries. A cold wind flickered across her pelt, coaxing a shiver that never seemed to end along her spine, and she pulled her wings tighter against herself in an attempt to conserve what little warmth she had. She was not particularly fond of the cold, and so as she traversed ever more thickly blanketed terrain and her legs became more drenched and chilled and the wind cut more sharply through her tousled feathers, her mood darkened considerably. It had to be cold, she grumbled silently, as from somewhere above Astraeus offered a comforting cry.
"Talk talk talk."
@[Satanic Silk] - if you want to join in for our patrol. :3
Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried...
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Aithniel heard the familiar sound of wings flapping over the sky, and she jumped behind a snow bank, relying on her pale coat not to give her away so quickly. What was with all the winged ones come up here so often? Should she tell Illynx? Were they scouting to take over her home with their tempers and uncontrollable rage? As Aithniel peeked out from behind the snow bank, she saw a white pegasus who blended almost perfectly into the background, and she blinked against the wind, catching snowflakes on her dark lashes.
Maybe she should protect the herd, right? I mean, who knows if this one was the person who killed that pegasus in the sky. Aithniel jumped quickly from behind the bank, clicking her heels together so that flames burst around her, giving off beautiful hues and heat. She trotted through the deep snow, her coat think and prepared for this weather after having lived in the Basin for so long.
Aithniel was still rather small for her age, and the hair on her neck was just beginning to fall over even though her tail was very short. Maybe Rikyn would be out here too to have her back and kick snow balls at this stranger. Okay, maybe that was rude, but it would still be fun. "Who are you!?" she demanded purposefully, marching around in the snow and breathing rhythmic puffs of white.
"Are you coming here to spy?" Oh no! What if she was related to that black and red unicorn! What if he spied for her! Or she spied for him! Aithniel frowned, lifted her head sternly. The wind blew any scent away that she could use to recognize the mare, but her bravery was enough instinct to mask all of her senses. Foolish, too.
It'd taken me damn long enough to find myself flying over Frostbreath Steppe, and now that I am here it doesn't surprise me that I've taken so long to get here. Cold as fuckin' hell. It feels like even the warmest parts of my body are icy to the touch. Just my luck that I'd have to patrol one of the coldest places of Helovia during the coldest part of the year. However, one of my Sultanas is paired with me, and that I take comfort in. Though I wish that Africa was my patrol partner instead of Sohalia. I have nothing against the snowy dove, but she's not my soulmate. How could she possibly top that?
Only problem is that I cannot spot the white lady in the deep snow that covers the Steppe. Instead, I spot what seems like flecks of gold in the snow. I'm not sure what it is from up high, but that just means I need to investigate. I slowly descend and land in the snow behind the flecks - which turn out to be a filly. Mostly white, but with some gray and gold markings. I do not know her, but she certainly merits my attention: she's angrily addressing Sohalia. My eyes harden as I step up behind her, careful to avoid her hooves should they come flying at me. "Excuse me, child. That is no way to talk to your elders or a queen." I don't shout, I don't curse. But my voice is hard and reprimanding. Whatever my relationship with Sohalia, I have great respect for her. This child should learn some manners or be off immediately. I glance at Sohalia to make sure she is well. I suspect she is, but who knows, since I've only just arrived.
11-14-2014, 10:44 PM (This post was last modified: 11-14-2014, 10:45 PM by Torleik.)
Torleik the Bloodskald
And what are you looking for?
The Steppe was where he went to find solitude, to walk steps that no one else would see - save for perhaps Ophelia when she, too, came here to seek the soft silence of being utterly alone. But, it seemed today was not that day. Irelyn barked at him that she saw flashes of movement in the distance, three bodies, and Torleik frowned. 'From home?' he inquired, sooty and white swirled coat contrasting violently against the pale saturation of pure snow.
'One child. Others...no. Wings. And dark.'
Torleik's expression hardened. Pegasi. The hell were they doing up here? Picking up his pace, the general trotted over one bank, then another, finally cresting a third to see the gathering below. He immediately recognized Aithniel from the time he'd met her before, and the familiar pain of a winged child stung at his chest - but it was dulled now, and the Bloodskald was grateful to feel it fading. His pace swiftly brought him shoulder to shoulder with the filly who'd grown much since he last saw her, and his wary gaze flicked from this pegasus mare to this...stallion whose wings were...disgusting. The mare he somewhat recognized. He'd seen her before somewhere, he felt. This male? No. He would remember wings like that.
"I will assume the two of you know you are close to Basin borders, and have no intent to trespass," the Bloodskald said, voice measured, tone authoritative, but even and not-yet-threatening. "Might I ask your names, travelers, and what you seek out here in the Steppe?"