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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.
02-18-2015, 11:56 PM (This post was last modified: 02-19-2015, 02:27 PM by Africa.)
Infrequently along the way, the Starry-Eyed turned her focus from the path winding towards the Falls back upon Tilney, to grin, laugh or emphasise a point – but it never did occur to her that there was something unusual about the manner of his travel through the night (the way his attention seemed mostly to revolve around the flames dancing to either end of her body). She accepted him without question – even the curious items rattling between prongs of his headdress...
“That,” she mentioned abruptly, pausing to turn and direct pumping nostrils towards his unusual adornment. Africa had seen many around Helovia with jewellery, armour and the like (feathers were trending recently in fact), but never anything like that which her company carried. “What is it?” It was a question asked innocently with a light note to her gentle voice; even if it had interrupted a story about the Sanctuary and the pool within blessed by the God of the Earth.
She waited with baited interest, keenly, long enough for any explanation he fancied giving, and then turned again to continue in silence – there was not much further to go. A short time later, the steady roar of the largest of the region’s waterfalls, descended upon swivelling ears and she glanced by Tilney to find his reaction (she thrived on other’s experiences) and an expectant smile curled her lips quickly.
“Can you hear it?” she whispered, excitement leaking through her voice. “That’s the sound of home – father Earth calling to us!”
Her pace quickened then, long white-stockinged forelegs pulling her forward into a brisk, swinging trot, eyes peeled and peering through the veil of night to find evidence of the marvel she knew awaited them. The drone grew steadily louder, and as she led the other closer, the air grew moist as spray from the tumbling water strayed from its bed; playful water sprites (she mused sometimes), sent to entice.
02-19-2015, 05:31 AM (This post was last modified: 03-02-2015, 01:54 AM by Tilney.)
. . . T i l n e y
With each footfall of his companions coal stones Tilney could feel his heart swell more and more in his chest with joyous anticipation. Ever so slightly nervous, but with each word Africa scripted to him it fell away. She described such a beautiful, magical place. The stories she told him were enchanting and he had never heard anything like it. Tilney wondered if this was just a beautiful dream that soon he would wake up from; he would still be lost, still without company or a home.
Every now and then the stag would nicker a soft "really!" or "That is incredible" in response to Africas chatter. He asked many questions, but was yet to notice the creature gliding above and beyond them (Africas Zephyr).
The gods couldn't of picked a better creature for Tilney to encounter on this starry night. The yellow-eyed mares magnificent flames cured his disability, or at least while he was in their presence. She may not discover his secret as easily as others might and t was a much welcomed relief to be able to see the path before his marble hooves. Not have to stumble his way around. He stayed at a welcome distance, knees stepping by her hocks.
He was listening intently to her story when her socked legs stopped, and she had turned to eye his boney horns. "Those," she had asked. "what are they?".
What on earth would he tell her? If there was one thing Tilney was miserably bad at, or hated doing more then anything in the world it was lying. He hated the guilt, and the suspense and tension that came with waiting to be ratted out. Or you could just tell her the truth He thought. And then what, be ridiculed as a blind, incapable little colt by every creature in Hidden Falls? Thats a little dramatic he almost said aloud to himself.
"Well, It used to be a light" He spoke to his companion, his brain still ticking for a lie before he mumbled out the truth. "My mother was magic like you; she could create fire. She would light this lantern every night..." Viridescent eyes glanced up to the mahogany structure risen from his poll and the beaten, battered old glass lantern that swung from them. One or two of the glass panes had cracked, and one had totally smashed with shards missing here and there. "It helped me sleep". Guilt flooded the stallion at once; He hadn't even got to Hidden Falls yet and he was already telling fibs and lies to his companion.
Africa stepped on and Tilney eagerly followed, but this time they were silent. He fought the urge to make conversation as hard as it was to resist; He was a chatterbox by nature. It was not long before the soft, hushing hum of a waterfall filled his ears. His companion turned her gaze to his, her expression nothing short of revelous.
What Africa whispered to him drew his attention to the rumbles of the earth not far from their current stance in the timber. "father earth?" he muttered to himself, shortly before noticing that his new friend had taken off. With a soft, excited snort he chased after her flames. His cloven hoof clumsily whacked into a large stone but he didn't have time to stop and nurse his pulsing foot. He rushed after the ashy mare until they were close to the whispering waterfall, close enough to feel its welcoming sprays.
I always thought paws would be much easier to travel on than the flat, heavy ended hoof. So nimble and quiet, paws could catch their prey in a flash and kill it in the same moment. It seemed ever so convenient. Though watching the pup in front of me was throwing questions into my mind about the advantages of paws. Especially ones that seemed all too big for his little body. He fumbled around, pouncing this way and that, chasing birds and rolling around in summer’s green grass. I thought perhaps I could make a hunter out of him, an extension of my own shadow, but he’s young mind strayed all too fast and I found my own lacked on patience. My days were turning into watching him pounce around in a world of his own, a world all sparkling new to him and a world he was disrupting, in my opinion. I used to leave a peaceful life. Oh, how quickly those times were turning to memory in the wake of Tallsun’s youth. I could only pray that this little sprite would calm as the seasons changed and finally my chance would come to drill some lessons into him. I named him after something quiet and unseen in hopes that he would take after it and now, I question my logic.
I wander the Falls whilst he charges around, doing my best to patrol through his racket and ignore his baby attempts at catching things. I always liked the silent night… What have I done to deserve this? The odd grumble incoherently slips from my mouth as I continue on my walk and I’m not dragged from my self-pity until I spot movement by the side of a crashing cascade.
The one with the flicker of fire and the absence of wing I recognized as Africa, the new Earth Medic. I had not had much chance to converse with her, but Midas seemed to know her quite well. Seele used to watch over healers when she reigned, but I am not sure I have enough knowledge or interest to effectively pick out a good medic. Not that I don’t merit the role, a herd with no healer was a fast sinking ship, but my wisdom in this art was rather lacking, to say the least. Perhaps I should stop being so ignorant and learn a thing or two, but for now I am much more interested in the fellow she brings alongside her. He was an antlered stallion that I have not seen cross my borders before; who was he? A new one for the ranks?
I stand in a clearing under the night sky, ruffling my wings in an attempt to attract their attention before calling out over the crashing water. My higher tones reaching out in a curious, but none urgent call. The pup skids to a halt beside me, with ears that seemed too large for his head and a face that looked too mischievous for my quiet taste.
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