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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.
Ophelia shoved her hooves into the soft grass, inhaling the scent of Birdsong with no pleasure fluttering in her soul. Butterflies, the most languid of creatures, spun around, landing on her crimson locks whilst seeking flowers. Alas, the pale princess rarely ever produced nectar so sweet. The only honeyed flavors to drip from her tongue were lies now. So long had she tried to hope for better, pray for absolution and dream for love. But love was folly. The long road ahead for everyone ended in death, and she was no exception to the laws of nature.
At the apex of her life was now a single goal. What preceded death was glory, and she vowed to attain enough to give her progeny and lineage clout and power. In order to acquire such intangible awards, she had to work, struggle against the limitations of her own body and transcend the speed of her own mind. Such skills could only be learned through practice, and thus here she stood in a field to the side of that sand arena atop the Sky Island.
The pit stood like a nightmare, constantly hovering in the corners of her vision, and yet she refused to step foot on those grounds again. There, at the center of this beautiful place, she had lost. Ophelia was not vain. Losing a spar was just the other side of learning. No, she had lost much more on those sands as burns kissed her sides with fire and teeth pinched along her spine. She could still feel his hot breath like dragon's fire gasping between the thousand stings of his fangs digging into her flesh.
Ophelia shook her head, taking a deep breath. She had also vowed to aid the Dragon's Throat and Gaucho. The Sun God's herd was fortunate to have such an accomplished fighter, but he was naturally busy. While her own herd toiled against each other for victory, she stood here, so far away and ready to teach and learn. Trust, not so easily earned, had been well founded in Torleik as he gathered their troops to train.
The pale princess glanced up at the sun, squinting as she watched it start to fade across the sky. The sun's descent was always so swift, so weary as it yielded to the blackness of night. Her silver armor glittered, Tinek sitting atop the metal bones protecting her body. "Come, learn," she called to her opponent, voice clear and devoid of any discernible emotion.
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SETTING | The sky island in a field next to the sand arena
TIME OF DAY | late/approaching evening
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This is a teaching spar! <3333
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
The day had been calm, slightly warm even as I had gone about my new duties as the wide one or Diviner of Dragon's Throat. Tending the fire and checking over the rest of the herd. I feel so, important now. At last I have been noticed by my Lord the God of the Sun. That reminds me, I need to call on Him and see if there is anything the herd needs to know... Either that or I will wait and call on Him once the herd's quest is up. Other than that, I really have nothing else to do today.
She called so I came. I barely know anything about fighting.... Well if you count out my magic then I know nothing but to dodge and run. This is why I come to her call. She of course, at least from what I understand is a leader from the Aurora Basin. Under normal circumstances, I would not answer to someone outside of the Throat. However given the fact I can not fight, and the Throat really doesn't have that many skilled warriors... I need to learn. Those who are skilled don't have the time to teach so here I am.
I arrive if the grassy field as the sun is leaving the sky. My golden eyes look up, wondering if my mother was watching me from up there. Was she proud of me? Proud of the mare I was fast becoming? I hope so. Time to make you even more proud of me Momma. That is when my attention goes to the Forsaken. Her armor sparkles, her dragon lingers. Why oh why do I have a horrible feeling I will come out on the worse end of this. God of the Sun, be with me. I ask for your protection so that I will be able to serve you after this lesson is over. I pray quietly, in my head. It's not that I would not pray to him aloud.... Just that I did not feel right praying in front of someone from the north. "Okay, teach me." My voice quivers, showing my nervousness. To late to back down now.
"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."
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@[Ophelia]
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Ophelia was not so selfless as to think this battle was singularly for the winged one's benefit. The pale princess knew that she would learn just as much, if not more, from teaching the quiet pegasus who arrived in a manner that was just as unnoticeable as her quiet speech. She seemed to blend in rather than stand out, not making a move and remaining rather still. Ophelia wasn't sure what to make of her opponent as they stood in the grassy field, but she had to at least appreciate that the woman showed up and wanted to learn. Avoiding battle was fairly easy - especially if you just say no. But here she was...
A nervous quiver hesitates her opponent’s voice, and Ophelia let the wall of stone armor and prickly demeanor fall enough to yield a smile. The white mare nodded and then took a step in, her cloven hooves dancing on the rich, green grasses of the island. “I will do my best to teach you what I know”. The pit of darkness loomed in her periphery, chilling her spine where she could still feel his teeth buried along her spine. A frown turned the corners of her lips, and she took a deep breath, trying her best to focus on the task at hand.
The sky burned brightly pink, kissing the clouds with flavors of orange and red as it began its descent from the sky. She felt the heat at her back, the strength of the rays warming her skin as the world prepared for the chill of darkness. Ophelia took stock of her opponent in the dying light, noting that she seemed lean and build in a way she had never seen before. The winged one was nearly as tall as she was, but in a way she seemed even smaller – compact, she supposed was the word.
However, lightly layered muscles belied a form not fitting for dealing damage – perhaps a little like her own. Ophelia would test this theory before offering verbal advice, so the pale princess stepped forward, sensing Tinek crouching in the grass just behind where she stood – waiting. Swiftly, she closed the distance between herself and her opponent, toes digging into the soft, rich dirt and tearing up the emerald blades from their roots. She arched her neck, using her horn as a deterrent for counter attack by tossing her head in her direction while aiming to move in on Amani.
Hopefully close now, Ophelia reached out and opened her jaws swiftly, parting mousy lips and snatching at Amani’s shoulder. She wanted to be left shoulder to left shoulder, head to hip, and she rounded her back, kicking up her heels to both defend against her opponent’s potential bite as well as catch the mare off guard. Heels flashed in the potential direction of her face before landing and bounding away from contact. Ophelia tossed her head, bloody tresses bowing around her body. Focus. Focus. Memories of her last battle, the icy chill in her chest, and the lingering phantom pain of burns tugged at her attention, wanting to carry her down into the depression where she belonged.
Were mutually beneficial actions a form of absolution? Or was she just sick, once again in the middle of bloodshed.
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Ophelia tried to get close and bite her shoulder then kick at her face :)
@[Amani]
I AM SO SORRY for the wait ]]
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.