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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.
With all the flurry of the seasonal spars taking place, Torleik had found himself approached by the other warriors in the Basin for spars, for practice, for teaching - and to be honest it pleased him. Finally, there were a few that were seeking him out rather than waiting to be told what to do. It encouraged his quiet heart to speak up and push for what he wanted, to speak to Ophelia and ask for more control over the training of the Basin's fighters.
But that was for a later time.
Now, he had indicated a desire to speak to one of the mares beforehand, as he'd never met her. After his spar with Serenity going so awry, the Bloodskald felt it prudent to give his opponents (students?) a chance to speak to him about battling beforehand rather than simply leap in limbs flailing and hopes soaring. Torleik was also a sparring partner that wished to know what the other wanted to get out of the fight, that he might help them improve if he could. In practice, he wasn't much concerned with winning or losing; practice did not tarnish or polish his honor. Real battles were where his personal concern lay, and his pride still smarted from losing to Ulrik so narrowly. Perhaps if his cousin hadn't the need for mechanical toys...but the rune-horned viking had been around and around that circular train of thought and no amount of muttering under his breath or seething beneath his skin would change that he lost.
Maybe he would challenge Ulrik again one day, just to try to even the score. Maybe. Pacing near the lake where he planned to have his spars, the Basin General waited for his conversation and sparring partner to arrive that he might size her up and determine how best to approach their time together. Torleik didn't want her to be disappointed as Serenity seemed to have been in him and his skill, and though he would not admit it to the pretty pegasus mare, her disappointment in him stung. He'd only wanted to help, but the help he'd tried to give had found no purchase.
Perhaps that meant he was not a good teacher. He would try again, and hope for a better outcome.
I was starting to settle in at the Basin and it was about time I took initiative. I needed to meet the General and start to find my place in the herd. I might be just a soldier but I was still important. I think? I honestly have no idea. I was one of many and many meant miniscule. That was the truth right? Yet now I was going to meet the one in charge. I was going to see my superior. My boss. As much as I hated the thought I respected it. I was new and unsure in this place and now I was shutting everyone out. Maybe I needed to keep in mind to keep my friends close and enemies closer. God, I was already thinking this unknown stranger was an enemy and I needed to get out of this state of mind. Whatever maybe this could be beneficial. I could learn to talk and be more social along with pick up a few tips and tricks. So I would go along with this little discussion and see how it went. Sparring with someone I got to speak to was going to be far less stressful then sparring with someone I didn't know.
At least I wasn't in a terrible mood as I was traveling to see Torleik. So this first meeting would be a bit tense but I could deal. So I walked rigidly and somewhat proudly to see him. When his silhouette could be seen a few hundred feet away I did not smile or make any attempt to display any emotions of feelings. I was quickly putting on the armor that had protected me so far. And it would have to continue to protect me until I felt like I could chip it away. Now was not that time. "General Torleik, it's Brisé. You wanted to speak?" My voice was extremely monotone yet professional and doesn't hold the usual chill I tend to keep in it. So, I would see how this would go.
The mare that approached was dark, like he, and Torleik inspected her in the passage of time before she reached him. Movements graceful and body undeniably well-built, her sleek coat rippled with her graceful motions. The mare's coloring reminded him of Illynx and a tide of sadness washed over him not for the Gilded Blade, but for his cousin who had, in his own way, loved that harpy.
Ulrik was a like a longship without a captain sometimes, all the oars going but with no destination to call home. It concerned the Bloodskald that his nephew Rikyn was nowhere to be found as well. The boy certainly could use a better father than the Engineer, but Illynx was a terrible choice as a parental unit. Ulrik loved, at least, in a very broken way. Torleik wasn't sure the same could be said about the Basin's former Lady.
This mare, it seemed, reminded him of the Gilded Blade in all of the colder ways. She was lovely, body alluring most certainly, but the voice that came forth from her lips was chillier than the ice that sprouted up 'round his hooves. Torleik cocked a curious glance her way, studying this Brisé. Why so frigid? "Indeed I did," he murmured. "You needn't be so formal. You don't know me and I must earn your respect in many ways before I can command such stiffness from you." The rabicano shifted on his hooves, his own well-muscled bulk rippling beneath his sleek, snow-dusted coat.
"I am making it a point to speak with and spar with all of my soldiers. You are first on my list. Tell me of yourself, your skills, and what you have achieved in battles past." His statement was clear, cool, but not aloof. She had made this vastly more businesslike than he'd expected, but Torleik could adapt. Let information be exchanged swiftly, then, without the fettering gaudy pleasantries of small talk.
@[Brisé]
OOC: My turn! Sorry I'm slow! School >.> -grumbles-
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