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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.
Two sets of narrowed gems witnessed all that would occur from a respectful distance; they lurked in shadow (though tis naturally impossible for either creature to be completely cloaked). Still, the two stayed out of sight and hidden high above in Basin timber. Within the canopy those babes of fire and ice stood fast with everlasting patience. Earnestly watching their bonded. The long, treacherous night had finally relinquished hold; allowing a burning blood colored orb to start playing peeka boo above its shadowy horizon. They watched and waited. A cloudy heaven had formed above this pair; tis unnaturally dark and the heart of those clouds drummed like the crashing of water cascading from a cliff.
There was an equal throbbing occurring down below. My head pounded and ached. Those blasted curs had plucked me from my perch during the night -- many a wolf, (to many to cross alone.) All harboring a stench that became sickeningly familiar to me. Mountains and stagnant northern salt. This crown rose, painfully slow from its slacked position. A soft groan drifted to these lips, I quelled it even as the heated throb intensified. Secondly, (but more forcefully,) there is a growing weight hanging from the flesh that dangled from the perch of my throat. Thirst. Yet there was no water to be had from this empty glade. A gangly snarl of branches vined like snakes above me. Their fingers effectively rendering both heavy pinions along my barrel utterly useless.
Dual lids shut themselves, attempting to lull the hollow pounding to a dull echo. Beyond sight, their sky crackled angrily -- thunder that mimicked a land I'd come to call home. I wasn't alone here; nay, this soul felt them...friend and foe were close. The tedious fools kept watch of their captive lion who lay outnumbered, but not subdued...nay...there was still plenty of life to be had. Energy born from my immortal flesh would help mend the bruising they'd pressed upon this skull.
Lids opened, the hazy center sharpening, hardening.
A fresh wind blew up from the west. It tickled at his neck and flirted down his back. Twin horns, high atop that gold crown shake with a wicked delight. The thrill of last night was still coursing through him. Of course he hadn’t played as large of a part as would have liked, but that was ever such a small matter. One of his spies had done it, and that was enough. Hotaru was proving herself to be quite a lovely jewel on their crown. Still the gold grew ever the bitter as he thought about the denial of that precious wrapped around the painted’s neck. It called to him, as all treasure’s did, but last night had not been for that. Snorting the golden nickered to the small trotting form at his side. The dark fawn beside him quickened the pace. That was if you could call him a fawn anymore. That babe which kept such a light heart was growing up. Gone were the dark spots, replaced now by a sleek coat of black. Pupils in his eyes had faded, and not pure white gaze stared out as if from his very soul. He was growing, but it was a fact the gold seemed to constantly ignore.
Coming to the grove of pines the golden slowed, but his smile grew. He was in all his finery for this visit, a golden cloak and crown, with his pouch safely hidden under. Upon his back, bundled up with a long blade of grass was some of the richer fodder of the Basin, and Haldir carried a small block of ice. So the two came around the bend and there he stood, looking ever like the fallen king. A wicked smile grew up on the golden lips as his voice rang out loud and clear, well aware of the possible headache the poor birdy had. “Good morning goldie!” And he meant it. Walking now the golden comes closer, not bothering with decorum or the like. Fallen kings, embarrassed and cowed as this one were not given such decorum. Besides the gold was in far too good a mood.
Haldir’s tail began to wag at coming to meet a new creature. He had not been with the golden on that journey to the falls when he was cloaked with another’s skin. The gold would argue though that this introduction was so much more fun. Stopping the gold lifted from his back the fodder, and Haldir dropped the ice, coming now bravely closer to the creature. His face was light and innocent, knowing little fear in his short life, and always loving to investigate those the gold met. The gold was not so kind, but he was smiling all the same. “For you, our guest.” He chuckled deeply, one of the rare moments of a real revealed inner emotion. “Can’t have word spread we’re a bad bed and breakfast now can we?” Grabbing some grasses from the bale the gold moves forward. Then he came forward, boldly, and unafraid. Even Haldir stepped aside to look up at his bonded with cocked head. Then, within a few feet the gold stops, drops the grass at the painted’s hooves and grins. He seems to do nothing, but inside the gears were turning. A long slow inhale and gears began to turn and then clicked, locking in place. And his whole reason for coming is fulfilled.
Still he couldn’t resist a bit of fun. A wide grin spreads across his lips and the golden turns away. “Of course you’re prisoner, not a guest…which is very confusing to me.” The gold faked concern. Haldir resumed to watching the paint bird from a far with wonder. Coming over to the grass, now unbundled the golden pauses. “It appears you never had a trial.” Of course, there was no such mistake. Nor, would anyone want to give this creature a trial, but- “And as I had no entertainment for the afternoon I thought it would make a lovely tea time chat.” It was slicker and more poisonous than a snake upon mud, and the gleaming gold in those earth eyes told he was not doing this for the sake of justice. “So birdie let’s hear your sob story then shall we? Why do you think you’re here.” Then like settling down for grandmother’s bedtime story the gold grabs at the grasses and begin to eat them with a delight. Honestly there was no better entertainment than this. Let’s hear the story of how all unicorns are big bad meanies, and crush out every shred of good in this world. Let’s hear your worst nightmare come true.
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Sitting between her antlers was the gleaming, pristine ice crown. It glinted in the moment light spreading jewelled lights across the snowy tundra. Her newly acquired black rose was nested in her forelock, dully glinting whenever she faced the sun. Lastly around her neck hung her old ruby pendant, she had joined Helovia with it and it reminded her of who she was before all of these horrid things had happened to her. The metal acorn made a great addition next to the pendant, together they bounced softly against her flesh. A voice had caught her attention, it was bright and peppy. One she knew reasonably well, she was personally responsible for releasing Thranduil into Helovia with the support and power of the Basin at his back. Appointed to the position of thief had caused his already inflated ego to grow into the suffocating one it currently was, his smug smile and smart ass remarks when almost a little too much to handle. It was usually best to ignore him and prayed he'd just leave you alone.
Hidden within the shadows, the doe glanced between Thranduil and Midas, wondering why the thief of Aurora Basin had nothing better to do with himself. The fae princess certainly didn't answer to him or Roland for that matter, she had been here longer than both of them yet overlooked when it came to promotions. In past past she had been furious, now it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Although perhaps she should have guess that he would be here, congratulating himself even though The Impersonator seriously doubted that he had much to do with the capture of Midas. A sigh left her lips as she stared at the thief, trying to summon up a feeling for him. Nothing. Numbness. She'd been suck in this state ever since the death of Arwen and assumed death of Asch. Asch had already risked herself numerous times for Arwen, so if her golden girl was gone then Arah believed that her ebony girl was gone as well. It felt as if there was nothing left of her soul, at any moment she might just tip over the edge and either go insane or die. Wynter swooped past the doe and landed was a thump, facing Midas and completely ignoring Thranduil. Approaching with caution Arah eventually came to a stop beside Thranduil, looking down upon him with her empty eyes. "Honestly?" Surely picking wings off flies grew tiresome, her voice was laced with disappointment. His childish antics would not impress anyone.
Sighing she turned to Midas and studied him, her expression dull and broken. Little of her old flair remained anymore, this crevasse had enormous walls all around her, it was doubtful that she would ever escape the darkness her daughters had left. He'd been given a chip of ice to sip from, and some fodder...pathetic as it was. The doe was exhausted, sleep hadn't been coming easy these days, every now and then her knees would shake and threaten to collapse. Concerned for her bonded's well being, Wynter brushed up against her side offering support. Honestly at a loss for words the doe continued to scrutinise the golden King, wondering what had happen to subdue and bring him back to the prison. Also she didn't want to seem too friendly with him, Thranduil would take the tale and run with it, no doubt it being reported to their Lord and her loyalty questioned. Still she couldn't just leave him thinking that she was no longer a friend... If she was his prisoner he would have treated her with kindness and respect, no less than what he deserved now. Approaching his prison she tired to put a friendly smile on her face for his sake.
Inside a battle waged, wondering how much friendship she could extend to him with the golden thief present, everything about him caused a great dislike to stir within her. If only she could feel those emotions now. Mayhaps those feelings would stir her sympathy and empathy, had she not been prisoner of The Regime? Had she not been stolen by another unnamed mare simply because she was the discipline of Faelene? "Not our best side." A broken smiled twitched on her lips as she referred to the golden stag who had been teasing Midas. Golden orbs glanced down at The Theif to make it a little cleared just what she was talking about.
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
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