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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.
A whump of air passed from Ricochet's windpipe as her knees dug into his chest, his barrel safe from the position he'd driven at had nearly been head first - ever reckless as Gunslinger said. At least it was a more cushioned spot to take the blow, though it hurt all the same and the force pushed him back a bit. It was enough to make him begin to retreat back to the earth, narrowly missing the clap of her teeth against his ear as she took off grime, perhaps even a tick. How kind of her to groom him when he tried to kill her.
He spun away to his left, teal eyes burning into her as she laughed in his face. Her legs were raw and she thought it was funny? Wary, his ears pressed back, features twisting into a warning as his teeth pinched the air as it it was her eye.
She had reason to cackle.
The greatest fire his angry gaze could start was nothing compared to the sizzling roar that lept up in sporadic shrubs around them. Even that was half of a kitten's mew once he felt the driving teeth of the rain against his hide. The hairs grew black and crinkled into themselves just before ceasing to exist and parting to reveal his dark, weak skin beneath. Steam rose from his back just as a scream tore from his throat.
His body flinched instantly, haunches buckling as he backed up onto them, confusion and terror creating a deadly mix within the volatile stallion. His rage set the dust around him smoking, but it was too wet to manage much and either way it was no salve for the burning intensity along his spine and against his ears. Uselessly he shook his neck and rubbed his head against a foreleg, but it only seemed to spread the ache. With eyes pinched to keep out the worst and feet moving blindly, Ricochet had little sense that she was driving towards him.
Guns came barreling in with a ferocious growl and a clacking bark that deafened like gun fire. The dog's fur kept the worst of the burn out, at least for now, where as the thin coat of Ricochet's peeled off like paper. Yellow teeth flashed in black gums as the canine struck like a snake at the mare's feet. With a body low to the ground and more agile than a horse, Guns was more able to weave in and out by the time it would take her to think of kicking. It was a dangerous game to be sure though - all she would need is luck.
The noise alerted Ricochet, his body whirling and firing out an aimless buck towards her even as he cursed her under his breathe. The initial response of puzzlement had faded; what seemed at first unnatural weather or the likes of bugs was seen to be the witch's tricks, her laughter like a peal of thunder in this wicked storm. He could not tolerate this acidic drenching much longer and figured hurting her would make it stop. Killing her would be the best bet of course.
As back feet tucked back to the ground they bore streaks of red where her hooves meant for his front end had peeled away some hair and hide, further made angry as stray drops of biting rain coated it. Haunches quivered as they bore his weight, Ricochet rolling back neatly on them so that he faced her again. Through the dim haze of his lashes he could see the blur of her frame, though he listened to her breathing, the sizzle of rain on her backside (how did she not ignite alongside him?) and the squelch of hooves in growing mud to lead him. Forward he struck out, teeth leading the charge towards her pretty little nose before his strong hind quarters popped him up in a rear. Ricochet lifted his fore hooves to bash in her head which she likely would have flung away from his teeth and into his aim. The mud was slick but it was thick and bore his weight well, though his haunches shook with the act of balancing.
"Crazy bitch!" he screamed, his pain as continuous as the falling of the rain around them. With each second it burrowed deeper and his hatred wore down like a whittled stick into a nub of anger and awe.