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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 meadow was halfway between the Throat and the Falls. Perhaps holding this meeting closer to the Falls would have made sense given that Gaucho and Cera could cover more distance in the air than Oxy could on hoof but ... fair was fair. Secretly, Gaucho was glad. Exhaustion had taken him readily and easily, and the signs of this were obvious. The dark patches around his eyes, normally serving to force ones gaze into his own and creating the illusion of a scowl, now served only to increase how tired Gaucho looked. His wings fell rather loosely at his sides, not held taunt against his flanks as they usually were. Even Mara appeared lethargic, although that probably had more to do with the cold air temperature than anything else. The snake did very little moving on her own, using Gaucho as her primary mode of transportation.
Landing amidst the snow, Gaucho grunted. He fanned his wings, calling forth his magic and directing it almost in a line parallel to the ground. Outwards the arch of fire burst, dwindling near 30 feet and then dissipating all together. Still, the effect was instantaneous: the snow began to melt away, at least in patches, clearing an area for them to comfortably stand. Again Gaucho did this, angling himself slightly more to the left, and then again angling himself to the right until a rough rectangle had been carved out. He had not met Elsa before, not knowing that her primary magic was that of the cold. If he had ... well, he would have done exactly the same thing. Ice magic be damned, he wasn't about to stand knee-deep in snow if he didn't have to.
They needed to discuss what was happening in Helovia, and other than Oxy and Cera, the number that the Wildfire trusted had dwindled significantly. Sohalia was busy with her Academy amongst other things ... and Ampere? Well, Ampere had recently shown a side of herself that Gaucho found ... odd. A side that suggested perhaps she was not as instinctive as He, and had grown past the simple act-first, think later (or never) mentality that governed so many of his actions. She had shown wariness at the thought of attacking whatever darkness plagued Helovia head on, and it was for that reason that he had not invited her here to this little meeting. There was no need to justify Cera's being here; the boy was more like a brother to him now, rather than some difficult to describe son. But Oxy? The idiotic Addict? It was hard to put into words, but their few encounters together had solidified something in the mind of the Wildfire: However different they were, they were alike, even if the ways in which this was the case was hard to specify.
Unsure of who Oxy was bringing to this little rendezvous, Gaucho snorted and waited in the snow-cleared area he constructed for himself and Cera.
@[Oxy], @[Elsa], @[Cera]
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So... on this wonderful Frostfall day, she may or may not being going to a meeting that actually exists. She believed what Oxy said, but, then again... there was that little part of her that wondered if she was walking into some weird distorted joke he was going to play. Nevertheless, she would go. Wings spread, she wasn't about to walk if Oxy decided to show up. Walking was so disgusting right now, even if it was snow, it was not fun to trudge through it all the time.
So the ground quickly was eaten up underneath her. The time significantly cut but taking to the sky. Most of the trip was over the edges of the Threshold, and she almost considered going there instead of to this "meeting" but decided still that she had to go. She couldn't betray Oxy like that, even if it was just a meeting. So, when she saw a rectangular thing of grass cut out of the snow, and a just as odd looking pegasus, Elsa angled downward.
Coming near the rectangle, she forced her feet down into the snow a few feet from the perimeter. It billowed up around her, some landing on her back and covering her in a thin layer of white fluff. Stepping into the circle, she eyed the other. She wasn't quite sure what to say to a man that looked more like a caveman than Oxy did. "Uhm, are you that horse I'm supposed to be meeting?" She asked awkwardly. She shuffled a little back to the edge of the snow incase she needed to make a run for it. Edgar, who had been riding between her ears eyed him also. He was usually a background companion, but man, he didn't want to sit out of this painfully awkward greeting.
Her body practically sang of forces in opposition to his. Where his wings burned with fire, her coat glistened with frosty-markings. She was tall and almost stocky in appearance - so many here had long and lean bodies - that she looked almost square-like in contrast. She wasn't, of course, but his herd was filled with so many arabians and slender breeds that he couldn't help but be drawn to her because of the contrast. She appeared strong, and not at all who he had expected. Perhaps it was because Oxy was an equine that he assumed she would be as well. No matter, three pegasi and one equine would be able to cover more ground.
"Elle-Sa?" He asked, exaggeratedly pronouncing her name as he recalled it from his previous meeting with Oxy. Speaking of, why was his brother-in-arms not with her? Had she flown the entire way, leaving Oxy to stumble beneath her? The thought was amusing, thought slightly surprising. How much did she knew about him? Did she know of his magic, his rank, his relationship with the shire? Snorting, he watched as she shuffled back, her hooves finding the snow once again. Did she possess magic that would stem from the crystallized fluid? Fire bristled on his wings at the thought.
"I Gaucho, Sultan of Dragon's Throat." He offered, nostrils flaring. In his antlers Mara slithered forward to eye Edgar. So many in the Throat had creatures like that. Where did they come from, she wondered with a dry hiss. Frostfall was still much to cold for her, and seeing the icy pair did not make her feel any better. Soundlessly she retreated back into the warmth of Gaucho's forelock and mane.
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