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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.
He moved with the wind, allowing it to embody the emptiness in his heart and drag him forward — at least forward was not backward, because to turn back now would be to condemn himself to certain madness. Time had melted into an oblivion which he knew by name; he knew it's voice when it whispered bittersweet memories against his cheek, and he knew the way it wrapped it's cold fingers around his throat... oh yes he knew it well. He always had. And he couldn't remember how far he had travelled from home, from the demons that snarled at his heels. It had been months, surely? Iscariot no longer had any way of knowing these things, too lost in his own desolation.
The auburn-skinned stallion paused, quite suddenly, breaking free from the breeze and took a moment to study his surroundings as though for the very first time. The trees loomed into the heavens and shadows lurked, snickered, in the corner of his eye; how different this forest was from the desert kingdom he had ruled over. It had been a harsh landscape full of heat and aridity, but it had held a beauty that, as yet, remained unparalleled in Iscariot's eyes and memory — aside from... Severina. Her name slashed and sliced at his heart, and the old scar on his chest began to throb as though reopened once more. Time, it would seem, was yet to heal this particularly tragic wound.
Limping onward, Iscariot felt the numbing ache of his club foot, and though he did not visibly display his discomfort it was clear that sooner or later he would have no choice but to stop and rest. The thought caused ripples of uncertainty to permeate out across the synapses of his troubled mind; movement had been his solace. It had been his defense against a grief he was not yet ready to bear, and so to stop was to face the despair head on. Was he ready? Did he have a choice? Perhaps it was time to find out. His storm-grey eyes flickered in the dark as he heaved a tired sigh —
All must press forward, accept their fate for reality -- forgive failures. I knew this better than anyone. Since youth, my body had been put forth for the service of others. Leadership. Yar. The days of being nothing more than a foot soldier under the banner of yon distant salt and sand was a fading memory. Being brushed away by the storms of sand and wind -- earth eventually reclaimed all things...even timeless ones.
Fate had been cruel, but also merciful. I sometimes felt the path we walked was not our own; instead the walkways were twisted with oppressions, barriers and the like. They forced us onto a trail of their choosing. Some naive folk called it free choice...
I've found the name for such destiny to be unknown by our language. But it certainly wasn't freewill.
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Body broke cover, scratchy branches clawed at my fur and feathers. Pieces of bark, bramble and leaves clung as I pressed on down an overgrown trail. When the flood waters had receded, they left an earth full to burst -- weed grew sporadic, young trees sought energy, stretching vainfully for the sun that seemed constantly in shadow. Frostfall would see such younglings gone from this world.
There was always a sense of anxiety in these timbers. Though the soil had been washed, I still felt it within the earth. Like a diluted stain unseen by the eye on a blanket of white, the threads still held hues of misery and telling signs of abuse.
A presence...
Gaze shifts from my shuffling toes to the figure ahead, bound not by wing or horn. A small grin slips to my face, mostly out of habit. "Well met," I called, politely, evenly. These forests were full of strangers, tis hard to know which was friend or foe.
02-19-2015, 04:11 PM (This post was last modified: 02-19-2015, 04:12 PM by Ophelia.)
Ophelia the Forsaken
The pale princess of the north waltzed through the sweat darkened, humid forest beneath the relentless sun of the season. Sweat lightly caught on her sides, turning her otherwise pale, ethereal coat a gentle, blue tint, and her long, thick mane matted around the slight sides of her neck. Weather like this, though exemplifying the might of the Sun God, was stifling, and she longed for the forever-winter of her home. Thankfully, the sun broke across the horizon, and with it, the heat. Evening, soft and gentle, had arrived, and she breathed, listening to the chirp and call of bugs in the summer's air. A bright light shone from her forehead, a little charm hanging and dancing from her spiraled, perfect horn.
Shards of stone, stuck in her hair from years past, sparkled in her hair and gave her body a gentle, angelic glow in the beauty of the night. Cloven hooves, soft and careful on the ground bounced on the softened ground, and strange, dual colored eyes swept the horizon of trees, watching the way the full, boughs blended into shadow at the limit of her vision. Ophelia saw a crimson stranger, the burnished copper of his coat almost metallic against the night sky. She quickened her pace, approaching curiously as bloody ended tresses trailed in her wake.
Tinek, her silver dragon, curled down around her body, floating effortlessly to her back and sitting, perched proper. His shimmering scales were offset by crimson accents, much like his bonded. Ophelia smiled at him, approaching this stranger but frowning sourly as she noticed Midas standing close. Determined not to make a scene in front of this newcomer, she withheld the urge to yell and instead smiled kindly at this chestnut stallion, plagued with scars and eyes filled with emotion.
"Greetings to you," she said softly, her voice elegant and soft like chimes. "Welcome to Helovia, friend. My name is Ophelia the Forsaken and I am the Lady of the Aurora Basin." Her introductions were warm, lacking the chill of the land from where she hailed. "Who are you, stranger?"
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.