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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.
How long had she been here? How long had she been standing here alone staring at these endless rows of trees without scarcely blinking or breathing it seemed. Every so often her breath would escape in a heavy cloud, nostrils billowing as she stared relentlessly. She had separated from her fathers horde unintentionally, loosing the group in a storm along with a few companions but they had left. It looked like spring now... How long had it been? She felt lost. She was loosing track of time, loosing track of herself. How long had it been since she had charged to battle on the wings of war, how long had it been since her heart had pumped adrenaline through her veins… How long was too long? A tremor rippled through her body, flesh trembling above tense muscles. Neck would arch, muscles flexing as she exhaled heavily, trying to expel some of the tension that was slowly eating away at her insides. It didn’t help. Muscles would continue to knot and coil, remaining tensed and rigid even as one massive hoof would lift before slamming down on the ground. Body would tremble with the shock of the impact but muscles refused to release.
She needed release.
Skull would toss savagely to the sky, eyes wide and wild as they rolled in their socket. How long! Another tremor would ripple through her, forcing her into motion. There was no path to follow here, massive pillars beginning to churn as she set off into the forest. She loved the cold, it made her feel alive, it made her feel as though her skin was a being of it’s own. It centered her, it grounded her and she found that even in her wildest moment it made her focus a bit more then normal temperatures. She had spent some time in the mountains before slowly slipping into the forest below and beginning her trek into this land. Hot breath would billow from flared nostrils as she exhaled heavily and shook her head. Eyes were wild as she finally allowed gaze to slip and slither over the rest of her surroundings, she needed to return home. She had been separated from the horde for too long. Her father knew she could handle herself but still. Would he worry? Massive hooves would crunch the underbrush into the ground; feathered legs collecting twigs and dust around the feathering as she moved further inward. How long…
ooc; though i do not intend to join a herd at this time i can see her joining one eventually. any and all welcome to try and talk her into joining, she might come knocking on your doorstep later ;D
Helovia, new and foreign to Bolverik, was still a lifeline. Fresh start, though his heart still ached for the passing of home. Did the fires still burn? Were the corpses of his family rotting away beneath the icy surface or preserved in winter's bitter embrace? Were there more survivors? Ulrik and Torleik had found their way here, leaving a rather significant chance that more of his herd wandered without purpose, without a leader. He had represented that word well, once. Now it burned with his family and his heart, but such emotions would never move from his cautious lips. Failures were swiftly swept beneath the rug of lies, hidden in plain sight.
Yet he stood upon the Threshold of this land, having abandoned his new home to the north for but a few more days. Golden, churning eyes scanned the dense trees, hoping, praying that another bedraggled kin would wind their way up here - just like he did. Alas, his wait was in vain. No thickly bearded unicorns of rural country appeared in the trees, and he ate slowly on the rich grasses, one ear tilted and ever watchful. Ah, but more than his kin appeared in the thicket, and he lifted his proud, arching neck as a behemoth shook the ground beneath - sniff - her hooves.
The warmth of spring had enveloped this land, and his stint in the Basin allowed him a bath in the hotsprings. Restored to his former glory, the gilded beast strode confidently, despite the significant height difference. Though not small, he was slight in comparison, his muscles defining the rippling of his masculine skin without significant bulk. Golden, cloven hooves rested on the softened ground, nearly matching the two, large horns protruding from his handsome brow. The stallion curled his lion's tail, clicking golden rings which circled the minx bone.
Ah but she was moving. How long before her notice fell upon this silver-tongued dragon? Bolverik made a sweeping bow with his body, manners and decadent gestures punctuating his former stature. "Greetings," he rumbled, deep and charismatic tones billowing from a strong barrel. "And welcome to Helovia, my dear lady." Perhaps his politeness could be confused with flattery, but that was not intended. For this woman did not possess horns upon her brow and that was distinctly unfortunate.
I'm aching for you
But you're bound to bleed if I adore you
She was alone on in this desolate forest, and in all honesty she was glad to be alone, needing to feel the release she could only feel in the solitude of her own mind. Despite the tension that coiled and balled her muscles beneath scarred hide her mind was beginning to slow and calm in its raging turmoil. She tried to focus on her breath, tried to focus on her hooves as they were placed with care upon underbrush that crackled and snapped beneath her weight. Skull would begin to lower, displacing her center of gravity as she attempted to allow haunches to coil and forequarters to release. Tension, there was so much tension slithering through her veins it was hard to chase it out. Blood. She needed blood. To feel it, to taste it. She wanted someone, anyone, to carve this tension out of her flesh, to make her bleed. It had been too long. How long? Since coming being separated from her father she felt like she had been doing nothing. Would she ever reunite with him? When would the fun begin?
Hooves would be placed with an odd amount of care, simply causing her to slow further, cause her muscles to tense once more as each hoof was picked up and then place with pain staking precision before she would transfer her weight forward. Hooded gaze would settle on the ground before her, would watch the dirt as it parted and shifted around each massive hoof, would watch fetlocks pool and lay atop the ground. So no, she would not notice her company. She would not notice the black and gold horned beast that slowly moved towards her. Ears would fold against her neck, would pin to the sides of her close cropped mane.
And then. Words.
Muscles would ripple, tension releasing as exotic lyrics would trickle towards her on the breeze. There was still a distance between them still so she would not tense, not yet. Heavily muscled neck would arch before swinging around and casting lazy gaze to her new companion. He was large, not as large as she but muscles lined his frame. Gold underlined his belly and adorned his face though what she took note of was the horns that spiralled ever upwards from his skull. Rusty gaze would slip over him from head to toe, barely showing any hint that she had heard his words other then the fact that she had halted in her passage. A time would be given to study the ebony spires that adorned his features before a smirk would tilt up the edges of her lips and a soft snort would snap from her nostrils. "Much thanks good sir. Are you the official greeter here? If so… What is this place?" Her words were feminine despite all her attempts to separate herself from her gender, but a deeper rolling tone that carried easily over the blowing winds. What did he want?
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