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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.
03-30-2015, 11:41 PM (This post was last modified: 03-31-2015, 10:27 AM by Odd.)
It had taken some time for her to finally reached the desert borders. She had come here with one mission, and after asking around and hearing about the Dragon's Throat's unlimited crafting this season, she felt that perhaps she could find some assistance on what she wanted. Soon light grey hooves skidding gently in the red sands, trying to avoid kicking up dust, but failing rather miserably. She coughed lightly, sneezing as well as some of the particles reached her nostrils, and she tossed her developing head lightly, letting soft hazel orbs scan over the warm land. She had come in search of crafters specifically, but she unfortunately didn't know any of their names. Pondering on what to say out into the flat lands that seemed to be barren, the filly finally called out clearly,"Hello? Is there a crafter present? My name is Myrrine, from the World's Edge! I would like to speak with someone please!" Her eyes were hopeful and she slowly stepped side to side, keeping to the edge of the island while patiently looking inwards to the center of the land. She could only hope no one would be upset about her sudden intrusion on the land, she hadn't done something bad had she? She swallowed hard, suddenly becoming very nervous and letting her growing tail swish against her hips, wings fluttering swiftly, the only thing revealing her anxiety. Would anyone accept her kindly, or would she be driven away for being so disrespectful by trespassing? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
"Speech"
OOC: Myrrine would like for silver bands that wrap around her legs, with blue topaz encased in them. One large one in the center of each band, and then three on each side that are smaller that wind along the band. Thank you so much Tribs!
TAG: @[Bucephalus]
WC: 258
"Hello? Is there a crafter present? My name is Myrrine, from the World's Edge! I would like to speak with someone please!
The call drew the black from the skies above, and he descended in a flurry of black and gold to land before the small filly, his ears pricked and expression curious. "World's Edge eh? What's a little slip like you doing so far from home?" He asked, wry amusement on his face as he dropped his head to meet her gaze, skull level with hers.
However the fidgeting of her wings drew him upwards, and he blinked in surprise. Butterfly wings? How strange... Well, it was no different than those with wings of fire-wyrms. Azeeza cocked her head and trilled quietly, her fierce gaze curious about this strange little filly. "I've never seen wings like yours, Myrinne of the World's Edge." Buce turned his gaze back to the child, a faint smile curling his lips before he lifted his head.
"My name is Bucephalus, a crafter. What do you need?" How...strange that the rest of the herds seemed to know of the Throat's richness this season. Yet if the filly was of the Edge, she was a friend, and he had no qualms about sharing the riches of metal with friends, and didn't think Gaucho would mind either provided the current work was accomplished.
So the black waited for the little faerie-foal to name her wish, gentle amusement never leaving his face. Azeeza on the other hoo-er, claw, was focused entirely upon the strange wings, and would mimic their fanning with her own, as if trying to figure out how the blazes they worked.
@[Myrrine]
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