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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.
Wings flutter, nearly silent; a star dusted pelt is camouflaged by the real stars spotting the sky. Bright golden eyes twinkle as she floats among the stars herself, wrapping herself in them like a blanket. They are comfort. They are freedom. Her nares flare and inhale the deep earthy scents from below. This too is comforting- it is finally something familiar. Home.
Purple coated wings dip down as her slender figure descends towards the trees. The branches grab hold of her as she slips through the canopy, and she finds herself placing golden hooves on the ground more suddenly than expected. Irrydae stumbles, throwing her wings forward as the brush scrapes at her shins and her weight is thrown forward. A long sigh escapes from her lips and she shakes her mane, disgruntled. It's obviously been too long since she stepped foot in the Threshold- in Helovia. Lids close over bright eyes as her audits perk forward, listening to the night critters and breathing deeply, taking in the scents she has longed for for quite some time now.
"Why did I even try?" to look for you.. she murmurs to herself. It was futile. Pointless. A mistake, really. She might of had no friends here during the time leading up to her disappearance, but it was her home, her sanctuary. And she left for.... Her brows crinkle slightly. Most of the pain had dulled during her search, and her muscles were slowly starting to fill out again rather than being a breathing corpse, but the name still brought memories that stung deep. Irrydae releases the tension in her muscles, letting her wings spread and hang at at her sides, stars twinkling. She needs to be more guarded, not wear her heart on her sleeve. Focus on responsibilities, and not let distractions infiltrate those responsibilities. A time of change comes now - for better.
[ ooc ; IT'S SHORT AND SUPER ROUGH AND SOOO BAD I AM SORRY IT HAS BEEN SO LONG but I swear it will start to flow better ((hopefully)) as I get back into it. AND PLEASE do not have your character hear what she said unless they have some crazy ass hearing magic, it was said to herself and crazy quiet. Otherwise, I hope I didn't scare anyone away and it's open to anyone!! ]
On my way back from an unsuccessful recruiting outing, feeling like a failure. It's not that I lost Antinanco to another herd, just that I lost him. If I'm lucky, he'll find us in the Falls all the same, and we'll have a charcoal and flame colored addition to our ranks. But for now I am returning to the Falls empty-handed. Walking alone, I hope that soon I will be with Damaris, and she will soothe my agitation. The sun has set and I walk in the darkness in silence. The stars above illuminate, but the canopy of the forest dims their effect. A large exhale makes my nostrils flutter. My hooves thud against the ground and my head is parallel to the ground, ignoring all life around me.
So it isn't really that surprising (or shouldn't be) when I nearly run into some stranger. I come to an abrupt halt and my head jumps up as I blink in shock. Strangely enough, the pegasus mare looks familiar. (At least I think so, in this shallow light.) But I don't know her name. I cock my head and clear my throat somewhat awkwardly. "Hi.. uh.. don't we know each other? I saw you in the Falls but, I don't remember your name." Should introduce myself, dumbfuck. "Sorry, I'm Rostislav. Legatus. Where've you been? Haven't seen you in awhile." I back up and give her some breathing space, reorienting myself with where she stands and where the appropriate 'personal bubble' is. I'm sure she didn't expect to be greeted this way, and I could have been more smooth, more polite. I'm just as bad at greeting old herd members as I am at recruiting. "I apologize.. I'm pretty shitty at conversation. Especially small talk." An awkward laugh. I should just go home, but now that I've started the conversation I suppose I should stick to it. Maybe she'll forgive me for my blundering.
Archibald and Loretta moved through the forest slowly, a slow trot pulling them towards the Threshold. It had been so long since the pair had come to recruit they felt like foreign entities in a strange, strange land. Their duties as leads as kept them patrolling in the herdlands and accepting members there that had been brought back from the Threshold but the dedicated, loyal recruiters that already lived in the World's Edge. However, today, something pulled the Dauntless and his fierce bitch towards the towering forest of pine and oak. This pulling did not seem to be in vain, either, for a familiar sparkle of purple and brown flickered in the distance and both beings perked their heads up.
"Irrydae." Archibald breathed, his voice thick and full and sounding relieved. He stood still, his body squared up powerfully, and looked over his shoulder at the smaller, thick stallion. Archibald snorted some, giving no nod or other acknowledgement to his presence aside from the glance and snort. Turning his attention back to the star-laden woman, Archibald took a step forward. "I know some residents of the World's Edge that will be glad to hear of your return." Archibald spoke in reference to the remnants of The Grey that lived, scattered yet somehow together again, in the realm of the Edge. Ktulu, Lakota, Apollo, Murdock, and himself lived within the misty forest. Archibald was confident that the others would welcome back their seer with open arms and hearts, but would Irrydae do the same?
Archibald had not seen the star princess since he left the Windtossed Foothills, and since so much had changed. He had only heard whispers of the growing flame that was the affection between the pegasus and Evers. Archibald's brother was lost to the world--his position unknown. Archibald and Loretta had even tried to track the blue roan to no avail. Perhaps the once-diviner would know of his whereabouts, but it was a question for another time.
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