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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.
Night fell with tranquility. Helovia, covered in a blanket of white, looked serene and flawless from the heights of the island which was untouched, inviting. The big, full moon hung elegantly in the sky, and a large fire burned in the middle of a field, magical in its creation and existence. Orange and yellow flames flickered to and fro, casting a warm glow on the field beneath the big moon, all of it just for one creature.
Bellona.
Her name was whispered from corner to corner of the island, calling and beckoning her forward. Stars fell from the sky, their light bouncing and dancing around the flames, encouraging her to dance along too. Little, flashing lights burst from the density of nothing, energy created and the bobbed around, waiting for her arrival so they could properly celebrate.
Bellona weakness in the flesh, misery in the bones
The beauty and her beast are silent as they travel, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company as they walk among the shadows. While his mother goes over the most recent of her battles, analysing her memories for any improvements to be made, the pup takes his time in investigating the land, running after the Aztec only when she ventures too far. It is a happy medium for the pair to have reached tonight, for the maiden has come to appreciate their bond at last. Ever since her spat with the drunkard a new sense of kinship has blossomed between the two of them, and from that moment onwards she has treated the boy not as a follower, but as an ally. Perhaps it is because of her budding relationship with the shifting beast that she notices his absence so quickly.
Mictla? Where have you run off to, pilpil? His only reply -- as always -- is silence, yet even so her concern for him seeps through the annoyance in her words. Although the maiden can detect no fear from him, she can't help but to think that he's gotten into some sort of trouble. Long tendrils slowly rise from the Aztec's taut bodice and blunt weapons mash the greenery beneath them. Before her anxiety can get the better of her, though, the Chieftess gives her boy one last chance to answer. Show me where you have gone, boy, so that I can find you again. It is the most sincere of her demands since his hatching, and as if to commemorate the occasion -- not that he is daft enough to ignore her -- the boy projects the image of flickering flame.
Orange eyes gleam almost as brightly as the fire they search for, coaxing bold ears and quivering nares to join them as they scour the darkness. Apparently the bird has been so caught up in the memories of her spar that she has forgotten to survey her surroundings; bright pools land on their target just as a resonating whisper pierces dark audits. The shame that has begun to heat bright cheeks gives way to the uncertainty that comes with the summons, and the moonlit beauty erupts in a feathered flurry to investigate the source of the voices. The urgency in which she moves does not go unnoticed by others, however, and in the effort of relieving some of the strain from her aching form the pup fills their psychic link with assurance. His claim causes the warrior to hesitate, but striped legs are quick to pick up the pace again; she is far too curious to heed his words right now. Rather than try to argue with her, though, the rougarou returns to bounding around the flame.
When the laboring vixen reaches the fire at last, bright eyes stare into the blaze to watch it emit its light. A fatigued body does not move to join in the dance, but magnificent wings do shift to encourage it. The warmth of the flames is appreciated at this hour even if the prospect of dancing is not. "You can enjoy it for me, Mictla," is the bird's only offering to the blaze.
"talk talk talk"
{pilpil -- "child."}
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She comes, she comes! the flames whisper, growing higher, brighter, to let all of the surrounding attendants know. Her pup is the first to arrive and the stars laugh at his youthful antics, their noise a soundless shimmer in the sky as they watch, transfixed. The inferno which crackles and sparkles with magic sends licks of flame to chase after the pup and he dances and plays, swaying to and fro with the beat of his paws.
The colorful mare arrives then, and the fire explodes with excitement at her approach, a blaze which reaches up to the stars. Yet, she seems almost tired, choosing to stand in the warm glow while her pup frolics. It disheartens the enflamed party, which shrivels into itself, burning low and cold.
Bellona it whispers once more, breathing stars and moonlight as the flames turn and twist.
Won't she play, just this once? Her shoulders are so burdened, has she forgotten how to lighten them, how to enjoy the life she toils for?
This will help! the stars sing to the flames, each nodding with a flare of light that matches the beat of the mare's heart. They want her to always remember this night, and the magic that can come with remembering to dance under the moon.
All around Bellona light begins to gather. The flames and the stars leap forward, wreathing the peahen in an ethereal glow so intense that it is nearly blinding. At its height of luminescence it collapses in on her, a bath of light splashing against her coat, cool and invigorating.
It takes a moment for it all to fade, but when ti does the clearing is empty of its fire and the sky seems cloudy, hiding the starlight - only the moon peeks through, a watchful eye being kept upon her.
Faintly, the light begins to gather once more around Bellona. It collects with itself in loosely define orbs which drift at various levels around her, bobbing to and fro. The wisps emit a blue glow, bathing her and the ground in a spectral hue.
The wind blows, pushing the wisps into a dizzy flurry. Laughter is heard briefly before it fades.
Congratulations! Bellona has been randomly gifted magic from her wishlist:
[Magic :: Passive || Followed by will-o-wisps that glow faintly at night. Appear more green in daylight, but look to be an ethereal blue at night. Turn a red color when her armor forms a skeletal beast.]
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