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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.
Who would have thought that rich grass, exercise and sun would have been so beneficial? Aithniel did not exactly shoot up like a weed since she was not inherently very tall, but her bony hips and scrawny, narrow child's chest had all filled out. In adolescence, she was more refined, balanced, and the only hints of her youth were in a mane that still struggled to fall over onto her neck and legs still a bit too long. Muscles, new and strange, curved thickly over her rounded figure, and she marveled at her image in the oasis mirror, admiring her big wings.
Here, surrounded by feathered creatures, she grew brave enough to try flying again. Though at times, she could barely manage a glide, she was getting better. A running start was still needed, but the careful inclinations of her feathers were getting easier to control. Everything seemed to be falling into place - not perfect, but enough. Still, her mind, full of anger and pain, longed to right the wrongs in Helovia, but before she took up the mantle as judge, she needed to gain strength and wisdom.
Every conversation she could hear, she would listen, and her bright, silver eyes absorbed the world like a hungry sponge. Cloven hooves trotted around the water's edge, keeping to the shadows to avoid the bright, noonday sun hovering overhead. Aithniel watched the clouds roll by and a pair spar in the distance, nothing more than a clot of dirt at this point. Memories of the Basin met her fondly, and she wondered about Adelric and Erebos, needing to go visit the prince very soon. Alas, there were many things to do. Perhaps she should spar? Aithniel would have to learn somehow, of course.
"What do I do now..." she mused aloud, spreading her long, slender wings and jumping onto the cusp of a rock. She tilted them, testing the flow of wind and then sighed. Where would she even go? The world was vast, and she had barely made a dent. Aithniel needed to learn - she needed a class.
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Aithniel
You ought to know where I'm coming from / How I was alone when I burnt my home
And all of the pieces were torn and thrown / You should know where I'm coming from
03-06-2015, 01:26 AM (This post was last modified: 03-06-2015, 01:26 AM by Cera.)
Rebirth was perhaps not intended to be a sensation, rather an event, and yet Cera experienced it with a fervent passion nonetheless. It seemed the tales of the phoenix were true, that a new creature could only be born into the world when it and everything around it had been destroyed. Cera wondered absently if the phoenixes felt as he had, when they were consumed by their own flames, killed by what had once made them so exotic. Did they fear, because they were unaware of what was transpiring? Did they weep and strike back against the world in futile need for purpose and stability?
Cera recalled himself from mere moons ago, so destroyed by the loss of his last mooring to the earth that he'd exploded inward. Destroying so many old ideals and parts of himself that had clung stubbornly throughout the horrors of his life. It had been a journey, Cera could not deny that. It had taken the love from Ranjiri, Ryuu, Megaera, Hector, Sikeax, Amani...combined with the faithful everlasting support of Gaucho, and surprisingly enough, Ampere's brutal awakening for Cera's flames to finally consume him.
He had emerged gilded in leaves of gold and copper, the proper Golden Prince at last.
It had given him new purpose and direction, and the young forger threw himself headfirst into his duties. The Sun had given them the greatest gift for the crafter, whose heart had belonged to schematics for as long as he could recall - boundless crafting potential and allowances. There were so many things he desired to do that it was difficult to figure out which he should begin with, but he would do them all in time.
The sun was warm on his spine, chilled only by the winds that passed in streamlined currents over his body. The Prince flew low, leisurely, swaying to and fro and rolling in effervescent circles that made him feel young and new once more. This was what he was made for. This was his domain - the sky and clouds and endless horizons.
Young one from borders! It resounded in his head, a cheery thing on a familiar soprano voice, though only he could know the sound of it. Interested ears pricked and head turned, the elevated child gleaming like buttermilk in the sun. Young and strong, aged as well he noted. There was nothing to hold him back from her company, where once he would have feared to taint her with his sorrows, and with a simple banking motion Cera shifted his course to find her side.
As he descended, careful not to stir the dry grains below into her face, the cherub called out a jovial greeting. "Good morning!" Long limbs crouched like an eager jaguar upon his landing, the shock of the fall absorbed in youthful knees. Easy gait brought him to the base of her rock, gazing up and squinting past the sun towards her face. "You have grown, it has been quite a while. Though I admit I don't recall your name - did it start with an A perhaps?" His frown turned puzzled as he tried to recall, unaware of the fact that it was likely for the best that he could not. After all the foals had lied about their names, not that Cera would have cared - children were children, and he wasn't far from one.
An easy smile spread on his boyish features, emeralds alight with kindness. "My name is Cera, if you don't remember me."