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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.
I’ve never been a fearful girl. Even after the invasion of my homeland I can’t help but find myself all too relaxed. I imagine my father, shaking his head in that woeful way of his. ‘You’ve got to be vigilant’ he’d say, but vigilance is hard for a girl whose mind never rests and whose focus is wholly consumed by a thousand things at once. Perhaps that’s why I don’t startle when the woman approaches me. She makes no effort to be stealthy and I make no effort to put myself in a defensible position. I watch her approach, intrigued by the way the sunlight shimmers off her body. She’s winter personified, a beautiful creature made of frost and ice. Her swollen sides don’t escape my notice and for a brief moment I wonder how soon it will be until her child arrives. Pregnancy astounds me because it is something I know so little of. Raised by a single father whose work rarely took us to the hospital or the nursery, I’d never been exposed to that aspect of life. Bringing my gaze back up to the mare’s face, I can’t tell if the child makes her excited or nervous or something else.
When she draws to a stop I rise from the moss. My muscles groan in protest but I find them suddenly easy to ignore. The woman before me represents a whole new world waiting to be explored and for the first time I notice the ice bird that’s accompanying her. He’s the most magnificent thing I’ve ever laid eyes on and suddenly I want to know everything about him, about what he is and how she came to know him. The stranger greets me with a smile and that simple gesture fills me with hope and I’m immediately smiling back, lit up like the ray of sun my dad always told me I was. ‘I wouldn’t take refuge here if I were you.’ I glance around, a furrow appearing between my eyes. The forest seemed peaceful enough and it had kept me safe through the night but I was curious as always to know what this mare knew. “Oh. I just got here. Well, I got here last night but I was so tired that I fell asleep right away. I don’t even really know where here is. Is it not safe?” Those gemstone eyes of mine go wide with wonder and I’m silently begging her to fill in the gaps because I simply must know.
Instead, she fills in another gap and her fantastic arctic bird – Edgar – ventures close. I lean down to investigate him, so completely consumed by his extravagance that I fail to notice the next mare until she’s settled in the sphere of our growing group. She looks young – younger than me – and in the place of wings she instead boasts a pale blue horn. “I’m a bit overwhelmed to be honest.” This world is so vibrant and teeming with things to be experienced that I suddenly feel very small. A brief pang of longing for Castres’s familiar shores and jungles tightens my chest but I will it away. A part of me deep in my bones knows I’ll never see the place of my birth again but I remind myself that soon this place will become just as familiar, just as much home. I just have to be willing to give it time. And so I turn my warm smile on both the mare with their beautiful features and lovely names and all their enviable knowledge of this exotic place. “I’m Liriel.”
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