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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.
03-19-2015, 03:08 AM (This post was last modified: 03-26-2015, 08:40 PM by Zünden.)
Zünden
Blue feather twirled around the filly's mouth in aggravation. She longed to not have to carry this damn thing around anymore, but it meant to much to part with. She sighed softly, mentally batting thoughts of her dead father away. She knew the Basin had crafters and she assumed the other herds did as well. Zunden did not want cloth to hold her precious feather. No. She wanted something much stronger. Unaware of the elements the other families held, but hoped they had stronger crafts. She pressed on taking her time as she moved over the land she had been born into. The storm filly had been careful to stay well away from the Hidden Falls; avoiding her mother at all costs. She did not care to be around her or her family. She also knew the Falls and the Basin were not on good terms, so running into them might have been bad.
Strong slightly feathered legs pushed her forward, searching for the Desert she knew lay in the south. The trees were thinning, slowly giving away to golden sand and scrub. A rock seemed to jump up out of nowhere and grab her leg. Alabaster teeth slammed shut; instantly snapping off the quill. Her jaw and fore legs seemed to slam into the ground at the same time. Pain erupted through her seeming to thrust the cures from her sore mouth. Angrily the filly rose slowly, painfully to her hooves. Gold and green eyes scanned the ground. Grunting as she saw the blood she carefully inspected the wounds on her legs. Scarlet blood trickled lazily down her scuffed up knees, and she assumed her jaw.
Anger bubbled with the young girl's heart. "Fucking rocks..." She grumbled before leaning down to pick up her, now shorter, feather. How foolish she would look when a Dragon Throat's member came to see what she wanted, covered in blood. Shaking her dual horned head she moved on glaring at the rock as she passed. making sure to watch were she was walking, now, the time seemed to fly by.
She came to the sea and squinted searching for something else. Faintly she could see a golden island floating on the waving water. 'Hmmm, now what?' Thinking quickly she ducked her head and deposited the blue prize between strong blood covered legs. Pulling her strong young body up to her full height she called out. She wasn't sure how the nonflying members of this heard moved about, but surely there was some way? Snorting her disdain for this stupid hot island she allowed her eyes to roam upward. Zunden watched the evening clouds drift calmly over the slowly darkening sky. It wasn't quite dusk, but that was fast approaching. She enjoyed the diminishing heat not realizing until now, how much of a mess she must appear. Covered in sweat, blood, and dirt she waited silently for the welcome wagon. She was not scared nor concerned, confident with her place within this world.
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Tags: @Voodoo @[Bucephalus]
Notes: She is here to get her snake crafted and healed lol Of course anyone can join!
"Talking" 'Thinking'
Superiority is my reason
Anger is my fuel
Blood is the cost
Victory is my prize
Ooc: Liquid time to right after "Look at the sea all day." where he learned he can heal and before the invasion because that'd be totes awks.
It seemed like it had been and entire day's trip to the Endless Blue, so the two of you had stayed overnight and taken shelter in the white dunes that protect the surrounding forest from the salty ocean air. You had nestled down in a pocket in the sand to avoid the wind coming off of the wild waters that cooled the night sky just as it did back home. Ouija, on the other hand, couldn't seem to get comfortable without sprawling out on the now cold sands and panting as loudly as she could. The next morning you rose early, just as the sun was beginning to creep over the tree line in the distance. "Ouija." you had whispered, your voice small and innocent as a child's as you watched the fox's foot twitch in the sky; she was rolled onto her back, big ears lied out flat on the eggshell white earth and black lips peeled back from her small teeth. After a loud chuckle from watching the creature twitch and squirm deep in a dream, she woke up, startled and glaring.
Eventually you made it back home, but still unsure of exactly how the bridge worked, you lingered near the Heart hopeful that someone else who couldn't simply fly over to the island would come along to show you how they worked. An hour passed slowly, the sun beating your dark hide viciously while magma popped and gurgled what felt like just feet away. Eventually you decided to give up and try the bridge, even if that meant failing or even possibly being seen. Flaky hooves drug across the desert floor slowly, both ears rotated backward while you listened to the fox pant uncontrollably. She hadn't complained about being thirsty, or hungry, but it had just dawned on you that the kit hadn't had more than a single drink today from a dirty stream that cut through the sand dunes near the Blue.
A dark body lingered along the edge of the reflecting waters, no wings attached to it's sides. Finally you can sigh with relief, a smile creaking across your rummy lips as you do so. A tired walk turns into a hurried trot, the gash that somehow transferred from Bellisma's leg to yours ripping back open after being closed overnight. You cringe uncomfortably, ears pinning against curled hair, and thick dark blood begins to trickle down your hawk. Upon closer examination, the mare with massive bull-like horns is completely unfamiliar. Your lanky body shutters while you stop abruptly, red coated ears turning forward. "H-hello." You whimper, the piney, clean scent of the Aurora Basin lingering around the young woman.
"Voodoo." 'Ouija.''Voices.'
@[Zünden] and @[Bucephalus]