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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 low tune fluttered from Ampere as she coasted over the sands, her series of whistles and hums light hearted and gentle. It was the song her mother had always sung when she was in a good mood. She let her movements sway and flow with the melody, drifting to and fro on the wind, lost in the music and the warmth of the sun that was starting to erase the grip of Frostfall.
"This feels good," she thought with a smile, eyes flickering shut for brief intervals, trusting in her wings and the wind. Sometimes you just had to let go of all the shit you were holding onto. It didn't mean it wouldn't come back, or more wouldn't arrive, but you needed those moments of peace. It was why Ampere had been more than happy to help set up for the festival. She thought the festival itself was not only important for paying respects to the Sun, but that it gave the herd a chance to let go. They were on alert so often, they needed this.
When her eyes opened she had to swerve suddenly to avoid colliding with a tall tree. her tune gave out a strangled note before being cut off, wings pumping to regain altitude and direction as she went careening towards the sands. She glanced over her shoulder at the structure, spying some fuzzy dangling balls under its fronds. "Coconuts!" she exclaimed, turning on her left wing, and rising in a spiral to the top of the tree. She circled it a few times before precariously landed upon its top, the slender edifice swaying beneath her.
Her hooves gripped the tree loosely, her magic working to try and pull the coconuts off, but she kept getting interrupted by having to focus on her balance. "Stand still damn you," she muttered at the wagging vegetation.
If there were ever a time Cera was grateful for Ilaria being off looking over Ryuu, it was when he encountered Ampere. The patched boy had no trouble with the fierce woman, of course, but he doubted she would peacefully listen to his tales over finding Ilaria half dead in the Throat and would still claim him to have forced the bond upon his beloved companion. Oh, tales of the blue traveled fast, but Cera withheld any other judgment until he met her officially. It seemed that time would be rather soon, seeing as she was apparently attempting to gather coconuts for the party in the process of being planned. Cera had happily volunteered himself for anything, and it was easy to see that nobody else was around to help the deeply painted lady with her endeavors.
Striding across the sand, the Prince squinted against the rays of the sun to peer up at the horse perched upon the tree. It was...certainly a sight, to say the least. Moving to stand beneath the shade, casting her form into naught but a shadow, the Prince called up to her. "Can I help somehow, miss Ampere?" he called, hoping she would not be startled by the fact he was aware of her name. It was hard not to, especially after she'd been promoted, but Cera knew he had often been taken by surprise when nameless faces had called out his name with an air of familiarity. It came with the job, he supposed.
A voice drifted up through the roller coaster that was the tree, her ears spinning around as she tried to follow it, and learn its owner. Eventually the branch threw her, wings slapping the air hurriedly so she didn't fall. Haphazardly she spared a glance down, spying a stallion she recognized, but couldn't fairly say that she knew. Her best impression of him was the meeting where he stormed off after a rank change, though he seemed in a much more amicable mood today.
In a flurry of feathers she landed back on the bucking branches, getting a mouthful of frond as she did so. "YES!" she yelled back to him, her tone a short, tired sound as she continued to wrestle with the foliage. This was probably not the best way to gather coconuts, but she had never tried before and by now it was just personal.
"Can you gather them!" she called out, more of a statement than a question. She'd hoped moving the tree would be enough to shake them out, but they held on fast. Time to speed this up, or spark it up anyway she thought with gritted determination as her magic waltzed forward. Gently she poked around the forces she felt like a heartbeat, searching for the thread which connected the fruit to the tree, and then turning it into electricity. With bright fizzes and pops the coconuts began to fall.
She probably could have gotten a fair bit of them on the ground in this way, but it was easier to find the hidden ones up in the thick of it, and well, she never was one to back down from a challenge.
"Have you any magic that can help?" she asked of him partway through, growing weary of such finesse requiring work and focus.
Had it been anyone but Ampere, the frazzled yell that came barreling back at him in answer would have been far more amusing. To be fair it still was, but Cera contained himself to a tight smile and glittering emeralds. There was no need to provoke the already frustrated mare, after all. She'd likely fly down and kick his ass flat into the earth just for the cathartic qualities. Her request was terse, though understandably so. It wasn't a pleasing prospect, just because he didn't want to get knocked silly in the head by a coconut while he collected those already on the ground, but he was otherwise useless to her.
"Of course!" he called up in reply. Digging a quick, shallow pit to keep them gathered in some semblance of order, Cera went to work corralling the round little buggers and rolling them into the pit he'd made. As he'd suspected, he had to evade falling coconuts, and by the time Ampere had decided she needed a new tactic his feathers were understandably ruffled from the near-hits.
His only distraction was her words, and he sheepishly winced from where she could not see him. Though, how many truly had magic that could have helped in this case? He tried to comfort himself for feeling so useless. "No, sorry! Is there anything else I can do?" he yelled back at her, collecting and rolling the new round of coconuts from where her magic had sent them speeding like furry brown comets to the sand.
Guess it was time to play another round of dodge-the-coconut. Was this her way of killing him and not getting in trouble? He had to admit, it was rather creative.
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[O] I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts
