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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.
"I wanted that," the moss-roan mare hissed bitterly as the stranger stepped forward so inconsiderately to intercept her subtle manoeuvring. Vivid eyes, seething and indignant, passed briefly across both mare and the stallion, before Xira turned with an unfurling wingspan and slipped into the air. Undoubtedly she had misinterpreted these new wooded foothills - they were nothing like the old - and horses seemed to pop-up right wherever she wanted to slither by undetected. They were like ants upon the dead, incessant little pests that seemed to cover every square inch of this patch. Irritating...
She would scout a little more thoroughly next time, and take her time. Obviously, she was out of practice (evidently she needed more). The small moss-roan wheeled sharply this way and that, dodging trees and their interwoven branches until she had breached the fluttering canopy altogether. Xira gained momentum quickly thereafter and lifted ever higher until she had reached the point of Kye's lofty elevation. The falcon had been monitoring the situation carefully, though even her keen eyes had been no match for the show of force below. Together they turned south until their flightpath drew along a clean line towards the familiar Threshold.
Cunning eyes glared down upon the spindly, sparse tips of the weathered old trees. Xira had absolutely no desire to fall again upon its stinking soil, waste another day of her life swanning amid hordes of weary travellers. The whiners and the wounded; self-entitled victims and those in between, who sought only to win themselves favour by adding numbers to pointlessly sociable herd-groups... she scoffed bluntly, loudly, and her lungs filled with crisp evening air as she drew another long breath. No. The curly-coated mare had no interest in their mundane way of life, no need for righteous leaders and spineless peons. She would not fall into their trap again - well, not without a bloody good reason. There were other priorities, and thought of them shattered the cynical pinch which had overwhelmed her expression...
The roots of Earth's flower had through the years delved beneath the thick canvasing carpet of her hair. Perhaps it was for that reason alone it had weathered her aimless wandering so well - Xira had cared for it diligently though. It sailed through the brisk autumn air above, caught in the drag of its host's swift journey, but many petals remained regardless and still it didn't wilt. Do you remember the way? Kye pried, curious, because she certainly did not herself. The mare's striking eyes closed momentarily, before she sighed heavily, no, and dipped down her wings. I suppose we cannot avoid this place then, their bond murmured impatiently.
Xira sank quickly beneath the towering tree tops, while Kye hovered above - as she normally did - watching with cunning raptor awareness all that was happening below. The area was putrid, just as the Pegasus remembered, reeking of horse and littered with all the waste they'd left behind. Broad nostrils rattled loudly, as she waited, confident that there would be somebody nearby, anticipating her arrival; or that of anybody who might potentially build numbers in a herd.