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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.
She finds herself wandering once again, eyes adjusting to the shadows as she makes her way under and overhanging tree, well, trees. She looks up to find vines draping across her shoulders and back, thinking of the small birdie resting in her forelock between her ears, she becomes more aware of where she steps and where the vines might fall. A smile is already on her lips as she glances up at the beautiful tree. It is a sight, that she very much likes; a dance of light in her eyes that wasn't there before.
Wayne seemed to notice this, as she had shifted upon the mare's head, taking flight, small grey wings beating fast, but with a purpose. Fluttering in one spot at eye level for a moment, she made her way up, winding through the vines and tree branches. "Don't go too far, daughter!" She calls, thinking it would be cool if Wayne had a nickname. Something similar to what her mother would call her sometimes. Dah.
Spice had heard the stories her mother told, she wasn't completely oblivious to the words her mother spoke. Dah was short for daughter. Her mother might have even said so once.
As the flitting grey speck came back into view, she heard the sound of Wayne's chittering. Tweeting? Singing. That was what it was. She watched as the bird flew around her in a circle once, a new song on her lips. Spice smiles. "Sing another," she prompts, so the finch does. It seems they have some sort of communication. It was nice.
After a while, Spice got a little tired of standing, so she was happy to invite Wayne to sit with her under the shade of the droopy tree. "Come on, maybe we could get a few winks in, whadda ya say?" She asks in an encouraging tone, already lowering herself to the ground. Once fitted comfortably by her spot at the base of the tree, she unravels feathers upon feathers. Stretching her wings for the first time that day, did she forget to mention...she walked here? It was nice to take a hike once in a while, and she would definitely do it every day if she came upon a place like this every time. It was so nice here. So quiet. Other than Wayne's singing in her forelock, that is.
"Speech."
Anyone can join in, she's just sitting there with her wings stretched out. c: I will just ask for you to tag me, and keep the posts coming as I will for you!
when you are young, you just run
but you come back to what you need...
03-22-2015, 07:22 AM (This post was last modified: 03-22-2015, 07:33 AM by Tilney.)
. . . T i l n e y
It had only been a few days since Tilney was given a new home amongst the other equine in the Hidden Falls. He explored as much as he could by day before tucking himself away at night, secluding himself in an attempt to keep his secret. He would hide behind vines or make a dash through one of the many waterfalls and end up in a grotto behind the constant stream of aqua.
It was a bright morning, and the trees cast long shadows over the Hidden Falls landscape. Where will I wander today? he pondered as he stepped from behind a thick bundle of vines.
He hoped to meet more and more acquaintances as he went, hoping eventually to end up with a few friends. It wasn't easy settling in and he still felt like such a stranger. He really had only spoken to Africa so far.
Cloven hooves met the damp earth and he started his new day with walking. It was how he started every day just about. Even when the moon came to replace the sun he walked still, at the end of his day until his failed night vision would not permit him to walk any further. He smiled merrily to the equines he stumbled past and bellowed a soft hello, ears pricked and friendly. He had come to notice that here in Helovia not everyone was as friendly as the antlered folk he grew up with, but then again there were some not-so-nice colts in his herd. He knew better then most. It had been said and said again; Tilney had a dangerous upbringing, as he was taught to believe everyone is as true and pure of heart as he. He certainly found out the truth the hard way.
His pace was fast and uphill, like he was really on a mission. But to do what? Well to explore of course. His pace would only strengthen as he whisked around corners, and soon he had given into an elevated canter. His left antler tapped gently on a passer-by's horn, the bronze stag racing between two innocent bystanders, nearly knocking them flying. "Oh, I am sorry!" Tilney cheered back to them, but he was in a hurry.
He was only gathering speed now, dashing between trees at absolute full pelt. If he hadnt been galloping at full speed like a lunatic he would probably of seen the painted mare, wings out stretched right infront of him. But the trees, oh the trees this morning were just magnificen-'OOHF!'
This young chestnut had just tripped right over a patched mares rump, scraping past her feathers, and landing on his own rump on the other side of her. The sickening thwack of his antlers smacking against a stone echoed for miles, and the startled stallions green eyes searched for an explanation for how he could of possibly ended up with his legs in the air, and his back to the ground. It took a few moments to process, but it made sense after a moment or two.
Flicking his legs over, laying softly on his now bruised side he looked to the brown and ivory lass, speechless. How could he apologise for that? It was one hundred and ten percent pure stupidity. He felt like his only option was getting up and running away. He stared at her, blinking for a few moments, gulped and whispered "A thousand apologies ma'am". He panted softly and rose on shaky socked legs, his viridescent gaze hardly leaving this poor painted mares. "Are you alright?"
03-22-2015, 09:28 AM (This post was last modified: 03-22-2015, 09:31 AM by Spice.)
SPICE
Well, that was a bust. She thought darkly when a chestnut form appeared out of nowhere, tumbling over her in some sort of mad rush. But the harsh words didn't escape her mouth, though as much as she was upset with whoever this was about tripping over her, she couldn't get mad at someone she hasn't even met yet.
He has already apologized, and looked plenty guilty...she wasn't going to burden him of giving him an enemy. She wouldn't do such a thing. He rose to his feet, and she didn't want to the do the same, but she also didn't want to seem smaller than him if he really did mean trouble.
His question, how should she answer it?
No, of course I'm not alright. "Are you alright? I'd like to know that first." She says, and she is happy with this answer. It wasn't like she was going to give him a hard time about this. He could be a new friend! "Don't push away new friends" her mother would say.
"You were just...having fun. Just as I would be." She said, he heart lightening as she watched his eyes. They were like her's only a bit darker and swampy. She liked that about him. Pure. Apologetic, and genuine.
She could feel the trembling in her forelock of the little finch. Sighing, she unfolded one of her now tucked in wings. Beckoning with her mind, the little zebra girl swept herself away between the feathers. "Shh it's okay" she said through the bond, hoping against hope that Wayne could hear her.
"Speech."
when you are young, you just run
but you come back to what you need...
There was a slight ringing in his ears and his skull throbbed right into his teeth from where his antlers had smacked into that rock. He considered her question and simply nodded. He wouldn't complain to her about not being okay when it was he who caused the incident.
"Fine, thankyou" His green eyes looked deeply down to the faes and uttered a soft sigh "nothing too disastrous".
Tilney now was in a rare ill temper. He was embarrassed with a cracking headache, and he felt like there was no way to apologise to this poor lass for his stupidity. The cheerful smile had mostly fallen form his face and he was left with a curious and startled yet slightly grumpy demeanour; This was quite rare.
"Once again, a thousand apologies. I did not see you there. If I had I would of stopped or run around you." Golden locks were shaken from his eyes, tossed over his mahogany antlers and out of his vision. His mane was a bit too long, and it annoyed him.
"I should have a care for what's in front of me. I was admiring the trees, they're so beautiful this morning... and the birds, they sound happy today."
Shuffling his cloven hooves, his gaze turned to the vibration in her forlock. Was something in there?
A small bird burst from the faes browned locks and zipped quickly to the feather branches of her wing. He must of given the poor little finch such a scare."I promise I'm not scary little bird" He whispered, his nose pointed towards its hiding place in the painted fillys wing. "I'm very sorry if I frightened you too" he uttered, though he was unsure if the little bird could hear or understand him.
"My name is Tilney by the way" the stag finally spoke to the mare who lay in front of him.
Spice watched for a reaction to her words, carefully calculating the tones in his voice and so-on. When he started to try and explain what he would have done if he'd seen her...it was all quite exhausting. She wanted to nudge him along so that they could get this awkward state out of the way and become some sort of acquaintances. It wasn't like she was mad at him anyway. No harm done...except for maybe a new bruise on her behind, but thankfully, nothing more.
When he'd finished explaining what he thought of the trees and sounds, she decided to cut in, her voice sharp, though her eyes calm. "Okay thank you for that. I am going to be fine. You are going to be fine. We are all going to be just fine." She said in an insisting tone of voice. Like it was a demand.
He'd addressed her finch as well, it's small body noticeable from the inside of her wing. "It's okay." She said, trying to wave it off like it was nothing, but truthfully, she could feel the fright through the bond as clear as day, though she didn't want to show it, she was scared for the little grey bundle in her feathers, gazing down at it with soft, concerned emerald orbs she watched Wayne for a second before looking back towards the newly addressed man.
"Tilney." She tried it out for herself, liking how it felt on her lips. Exotic, and new. "I'm Spice." She said simply, with the wave of her hair, flicking her forelock back with a slight move of her head. It was getting annoying now, the more it fell into her eyes, the more she felt like screaming at it to just fall off.
But, of course, she didn't. Because how crazy would he think she was then?
"Speech."
@[Tilney]
when you are young, you just run
but you come back to what you need...
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