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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.
I wonder who comes up with these arrangements, who decided who will patrol with who. It has always seemed so arbitrary to me, so incredibly strange. After all, if we did discover something, what would we even do? I am still too young to be of much use, even though I have grown significantly. I am not as tall as I will one day be, but at least I am not quite so lanky and unevenly built. But the girls? Amani and Destry don't seem like the fighting type, nor built particularly for speed. I could be wrong of course, I haven't spent much time with either.
Perhaps that is why we've been grouped together? Is this more of a social patrol?
I huff to myself as I land in the Meadow. I look around and see neither the dark mare or the paint. I guess I'm the first one here.
I fold my embered wings against my grey flanks and look around. The Meadow, as usual, seems fairly uneventful. The day is hot, and I wish we had been assigned to the Woods or the Beach ... somewhere with shade or the ocean to jump into. I can feel sweat beginning to line my flanks and between my thighs.
Briefly my thoughts turn to Ivezho and his tale. How he and Mother had not simply gone off, but how Mother had disappeared and he had gone off after her. Did he blame me for not going after them? For thinking that they were capable of just abandoning us? Should I have been more concerned, rather than slighted?
"This sucks." I say outloud, mostly to myself, as I kick the top of a flower with my hoof.
If I knew who came up with these patrols, I could both kiss them and curse them. I long to be on a patrol with Cera again. Our last one together had been nice. I don't think he saw me as a little foal anymore... However I am getting to meet plenty of others the more patrols I go out on. This time, its with one of the youth and a spy. I didn't really know either of them really well.
Today we are headed out to the Thistle Meadows. I haven't been here before, not that I can remember. I glide down to the meadow below, and it doesn't take long for my golden eyes to spot the youth. Well... He's really not that much younger than I am. I sigh moving forward. I think being out on patrol is the only time I am really annoyed with the fact my body seems to sparkle and shine no matter what I am doing.. However I am grateful for the fact I never have to worry about getting dirty. Momma said I must of inherited it from her. Oh Momma how I miss you.
But none of that matters now as I whinny to the other member from the Throat. We must be the only ones to of arrived so far. Wonder where the spy is? Ah well. "Hello." I say kind of awkwardly as I get close enough to speak. I really don't know what else to say, other than to ask if he's found anything interesting. Maybe he will just tell me... I'm not very good in these social situations really..
"Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in."
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Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Amani at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
A quiet flight to the meadow, wings outstretched, wing to wing beside Yseult. She had grown so much since her hatching, feathers pushing aside the odd down that once covered her body. She was regal, a being of grace and— my thoughts are stopped abruptly as she slams into my butt, her wings flapping as she rolls off my side and dropping for a moment before reopening her wings, wind catching in her slotted wing tips as she rises back, soaring beneath me with our bond sparking, our wing beats syncing. My eyes close, and no longer do I see the world as I had known it, but through the eyes of- Yseult? Surprise crosses my face as I can still feel my body going into auto pilot, Yseult's head craning to view two familiar bodies upon the ground. Angling my wings as my vision returns, blurry but the view familiar, Yseult and I descend, a fierce duo with such potential ahead of us.
I fall to the earth with a thud, hooves striking up lighting, illuminating my coat a vibrant crimson with each step closer to the others I take. My ears snap forward, a smirk upon my lips despite the disgusting feeling of fear churning in my stomach. Taking a few more steps forward, I look at the ebony damsel and the familiar storm grey child who was at the beach the time Yseult was gifted to me. Guilt, unneeded during the patrol, sends me spiraling into a fit of self hatred. Oh fuck fuck I practically stole the egg from him. Panic floods from me, eyes growing wide. "Uh, I'll go- this way. You guys can go that way and that way. F- fly or walk- do wh-what you want." I swallow hard as I motion in different directions, giving a pitiful smile. "Holler if there's a problem, or- uh- whatever." I glance around, my outstretched wings and motion in three opposite directions, addressing each of them individually. Turning myself away, my thoughts reach out to Yseult. Follow one of them, my eyes meeting the piercing eyes of my familiar. She sets off to follow Rhoa, mentally nudging me to notice him before I begin to run forth preparing for take off. My wings outstretch, a few powerful flaps and- I'm airborne.
"These soldiers are not here to kill you; They're here to protect you." ooc: #last minute af word count: 385
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