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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.
There was a truth in my mind, a constant that could never be swayed. If you are alive, there is hope for a better day and something good to happen. Yet now, I saw no future for myself. Hope, it used to rule my world, yet now... I could barely hear it's whispers in the silence. It sounded like an alto melody played on the piano. I tried to block out the thunderous bass sounds that overwhelmed my mind and threw me into the dark abyss of insanity, yet they are hard to ignore, every day they grow louder and louder. As they grow louder, I grow quieter. My once forte personality now just a soft murmur heard by few. Where were those few? I had no idea.
I wondered how my life had gotten out of control so quickly. My life was perfect only a short bit of time ago. I had Shilva, I had a family, I had friends, and a home. After some time, I became power-hungry. I left my family, tried to fight to the top, lost the fight, my companion, and my home. I was left to wander the vastness of helovia. I had begun to fall for Destry, together, we went to the Throat and sought entrance. My mate had become a spy, but me? I had to wait to join because I had left the herd when I was little. The leader had held a grudge. I got to join sooner or later, but quickly, I became a prisoner here, in this cold wasteland.
I walked around. My guard, he never put me in a cell, never told me what to do. Unintentionally, I walked to the border. The sentinels stood, as if waiting for trouble to stir. I would be of no trouble today,... maybe. I halted, I wad just inside the borders, my freedom waiting for me. My wings unfolded in a swift motion. Without a second thought, I had left the ground and began flying. The cold wind stung my eyes, but I pushed on. What would freedom taste like?
Success isn't the result of spontaneous combustion.
11-18-2014, 12:23 AM (This post was last modified: 11-18-2014, 12:46 AM by Tamme.)
ULRIK & KIRCHOFF
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The Engineer had been a little more concerned with the citizens of Helovia dropping dead all around their ears to really pay much attention to the happenings of the Basin. As such, he completely missed that a strange, white mare had become a leader and apparently his cousin had that same, pale toy to play with; he would have mixed feelings, of course. But, he had returned to his land of ice and snow, glancing at the massive sentinels that guarded the entrance.
Just as he seemed to we walking up the long and narrow strip of land between the mountains to the entrance of their home, he lifted his gaze. A golden pegasus, one he was supposed to be guarding (lets be honest, he forgot), was walking out. Ulrik stood and raised a brow, eyeing her up and down. Honestly, he had no idea why she was here and prisoner. The Basin had not held captive any of the feathered kind since Illynx decided to play nice with all the other peons.
While he did not exactly want to incur the wrath of Deimos, he was not overly interested in babysitting another feather-brained, emotional mare. The Engineer sighed heavily, the gesture punctuated by the white cloud that filtered from between his dark lips. Curious, Kirchoff came up from behind Ulrik's hocks, making the same amused expression. How curious these horses were...
"I forget, why are you my captive?" he asked. "Don't bother trying to run. I or my sentinels will stop you. However, let us first have a civil conversation so that your feathers do not wind up in my snow again..." The stallion's voice was deep, like rocks being ground together. Obviously she had to either be important or stupid to wind up a captive of the Aurora Basin. If she was important, she would be held more tightly, like Confutatis.
11-18-2014, 12:32 AM (This post was last modified: 11-18-2014, 03:33 AM by Thranduil.)
Thranduil
Damn it was cold up here. Shaking the gold reached back and pulled at his wolf skin. He never should have come back, even in this late time of the season. It would be summer before winter broke. Swinging that tassled tail low the gold moves from his cave and steps out onto the rocky terrace. That’s when he noticed a very curious scene. Down below a familiar white bird, flecked in gold moves peacefully through the snow. Gold harks pin back and the gold watches her for a moment more, and sees the child look forward to the Arch. Suspicions lead to realizations and the gold shakes off his cold, and begins leaping down the mountain for the Arch. A run would warm him up quite nicely.
Gold flashes through the pines covered in their muted whites. Racing through snow was difficult but the Basin took it to a whole other level. Still he couldn’t wait for this moment. Sweat and steam begin to rise from under his hide cloak, but the gold presses on. Only when he reaches the metal legs of the sentinels does he see he’s too late. Snorting the gold steps forward with a steeled danger. His sharp earth eyes paying no mind to the black unicorn, for he had been waiting for this moment for far too long. “Hello Aurelia…” Cold wind whips up behind him, and those twin horns flash with threat. The gold also now has the circlet resting upon his head, but he does not call it forth. No, he’d still save that little prize. “Now I know its cold sweetheart, but let’s not get a fiery temper nor act rashly...” His grin is devilish with delight as he comes to stand to the side of the Engineer, and rings out a rough call to those of the Basin who lurked about. The gold was indeed mindful of the girl’s magic, keeping his distance, and though not opening it, readying his armor. Oh but where was that stupid oaf of a soldier. If any should be burned today, it was that creature for forgetting to lock up the girl, even after his warning. Now they would see the golden’s warnings should not be taken lightly.
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