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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.
Helovia. This new land held such promise and tragedy, and the exiled prince wandered in this adventure. Birdsong held strong, the warm breeze and present sun heating dapples of sunlight upon the dark, clean hide of his strong back. Hotsprings in the north had restored his cleanly habits while walking and rich grass had restored the handsome, muscular physique of his masculine form. Unlike his brother and cousin, the elder politician's jaw was scruffy with a beard, not long and braided. Everything about Bolverik was slightly more refined than the warrior blood that ran through his veins.
Long, silken tendrils of hair looped over the small of his back, lion tail holding golden ornaments of his former life as he let it sway easily at his hocks. A heavy, contented breath whispered through his velvet lips, golden gaze falling on every new leaf and wondrous path. The world was a canvas, beautiful and deep with meaning, so interconnected. Once, he had loved, but those characters had since been painted over, the only lingering remnant of their existence the weight in his heart. Two lovers taunted him with their song, dancing among the tree tops with their feathered limbs.
Oh, but he dreamed. His mind, average and yet creative, held such plans and aspirations. There was much yet to achieve. One kingdom had been torn from him, along with everyone he loved, but here were many more. Marble pillars and rainbows of glass spoke of these ancient lands, the canvas on which to paint a new tomorrow. He looked up in awe, golden hooves dancing up each step with his ethereal, graceful gait. In every way but title, he was a king. Bolverik, prince of the world.
Beautiful, charming, charismatic and silver tongued. He may not have been graced with cleverness or strength, but he had an uncanny ability to be in the right place at the right time and gone for the fallout. Bolverik stood in the center of the crumbling structure, looking as if he perfectly belonged with his gilded horns, svelte figure and pooling tail upon the stone floor. He marveled upward at the glittering ceiling, musing on the creators of this strange new world. "Beautiful," he murmured, deep, melodic voice singing through the pillars.
01-09-2015, 04:40 PM (This post was last modified: 01-09-2015, 04:41 PM by Agrona.)
Agrona | Carnage
Pristine hooves follow the compact dirt and needle path with ease, touching the floor for the most brisk second before the later would thunder down and take it's place. Ears rotated according to each noise before the right would tick and twitch, the metal making the same irritating clink it would each and every time it hit bone. I grit my teeth; one horrible noise to drown out the other. Silently I wander, browned nostrils fluttering while I search for any equine life, wild eyes distracted by a small silver fish as it dives away from my reflection in the lazy creek. Interested in it's whereabouts, I stop, lean legs shuffling under me to swinging my left hip out.
The fish disappears into the shaded waters, ears tipping back as I lose sight of it. "Hm.." I huff, thin tail swishing behind me and brushing the soft colored points of my legs. An ornate face shivers in the water, nostrils falling just inches above the surface as I glare at the reflection; I ponder to myself about life and what the real meaning of family is before a stranger's scent makes it into my nasal passage. Reluctantly, my eyes peel away from themselves in the creek, antlered skull lifting high into the air, searching for a body. The glorious building decorated with satin robes and a glass ceiling stands triumphantly against tall willows and trees that look like they could only belong in a fairy tale.
Long tendrils of mossy vines and leaves shroud my vision into the open building. Keep eyes slide past the stone structure before the clack of hooves against stone fills the sweet, warm Birdsong air; my curiosity grows and my eyes flit back to the source of the sound. Large nostrils draw in another deep breath, neck stretched out as if the extra foot would make the scent stronger. Whoever it is smells unlike most; foreign and strange, but the crisp layer of snow and ice that clings happily to any cold traveler covers the rest. Quietly I drop my head between my shoulders, right hoof testing the depth of the water before I move in and drop into a hole. That would be great, wouldn't it?
The slow motion of the creek plays with the end of my thin tail as I move further into the wide space between the healthy banks. Wild eyes rise from the barely visible clay and mud creek bed to watch the rotunda as it becomes plainly visible, the multitasking making me wonder just how deep I may find myself - "Beautiful." I know. Wait.. I look up from the knee-high water quickly, deep eyes landing on a regal man littered with gold jewelry and beautiful patterns on his body. Was he talking to me? Despite now standing still, the water still pushes on, bringing my body to life by dragging along the light ropes of silvery hair.
"Not so bad yourself." My raspy voice poisons the sweet, delicate air like the smoke of a blown out wick. Both ears cup forward, the right ticking uncomfortably while fly-aways from my forelock tickle the sensitive hair. While the colorful birds sing and fill the air with their lovely songs, I have to nearly stop myself from drooling over this man of gold and black. Finally I realize that his eyes had not even been on me, but directed up at the magical ceiling of the stone building. Of course.
Walking "Talking" Thinking
@[Bolverik]
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Let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for
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