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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.
The Engineer needed a vacation of sorts - or at least a brief moment to reacquaint himself with the rest of civilization. He had shut himself off in the Aurora Basin for a long damn time, and except for returning Midas' body, he was very much a recluse. Refusing to turn into the goat of the mountain, which his hair was nearly deciding for him, he took a brief venture south. Winter, it seemed, was about to arrive everywhere, but at least in the Thistle Meadow, the thick chill and snow fall had not yet tainted everywhere.
A midday wind rustled through his thick beard and chest fluff, and he strode easily on his bronze, cloven hooves through the grasses. The sun, warm and inviting, beat down on the dark hide of his sleek coat, stretching over corded muscles that rippled easily. He was thinking about someone he should not be thinking about: Essetia. And, he was wondering what happened to Torleik. One day he was the general, and the next day, he was nowhere to be seen. Where was his bearded cousin? He was just starting to get used to his puffy, inflated presence marching around with such authority.
Even the thought made him want to smile.
"Careful Ulrik... you've gone soft..." Kirchoff warned mockingly in his head, the black hellhound trotting easily and his side. The wolf snickered in a hissing, dog-like way.
Ulrik gave him a sour, but playful, look and shook his thick, knotted mane. "Maybe... I am not sure that is such a bad thing. I... well... I like having family."
He did. Losing Illynx and Rikyn had been hard. He missed his son sorely, though he would rarely admit it out loud. The Engineer sighed heavily, grateful for Kirchoff's silence as he spent a few minutes brooding. At the edge of the stream, he halted his movement, yawning a bit with exhaustion as he stretched, looking around at the many plants and fibers here. Maybe he could make some protection from winter with these resources? Weave a few blankets or maybe another tent?
Ulrik stood thinking about this for some time, rather lost to the rest of the world.
I don’t know the name or the history of this land, but already I love it. The trees grow tall and broad, dropping leaves like confetti on a carpet of green around the trunks. The highest branches spread into a wide, sheltering canopy, but here on the ground even I have room to race and caper, wings flicking this way and that to mirror the lines of my body.
I kick and leap, reveling in the strength of my own legs and massive wings, exhilaration plastered across my face like a banner of youths joy. A rainbow of loose foliage swirls around me, drawn up by the sweeping beat of my wings, and I rear to paw wildly at the mock opponent before spinning away and charging on.
Close ahead there’s a visible line in the ground where trees fall away and the forest opens onto a meadow of blue and purple blossoms. I rush forward to meet the open space, stretching my wings wide and high just past the last few trunks. With one strong beat I’m lifted away from the meadow, knees tucked as if to clear an obstacle, but instead of driving myself higher I fold the layers of feather and muscle to half-mast and extend my legs again to come thundering back to ground. It’s not until I’ve come halfway across the meadow that I finally start to tire, lungs heaving to draw in oxygen enough for my antics.
I slow myself in increments, breaking at last from a canter to the ambling running-walk I find most comfortable for traveling on all fours. The sound of water bubbling along a riverbed invites me forward, but as my eyes clear of restlessness and I look up toward the sound a startling mass of black hide halts me in my tracks.
06-03-2015, 03:01 PM (This post was last modified: 06-03-2015, 03:02 PM by Ulrik.)
If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice then I would sing
The stallion heard the rustle of feathers and visibly stiffened, the light in his vibrant, intelligent bronze eyes growing cold. His dislike of the feathered species was even greater than his dislike of the hornless, and the instinct to assume the persona of narcissistic ass was powerful. Old habits were hard to break, even if Essetia had been slowly and powerfully chipping away at the prejudice he had felt and enjoyed his entire life. Yes, enjoyed. Life was good when you were the alpha species, more powerful and beautiful than all the rest. With his cloven hooves, two, proud horns and long, shimmering beard, he was every ounce unicorn – a predator, glorious in his ability to destroy.
Could other species boast of innate swords? Tasseled tails made for balance? Cloven hooves for sure-footedness? Surely not! They were common rabble, normal, and painfully average. The blood of the unicorn had to be held pure, like a royal bloodline, but even those thoughts were slipping away. Genetics could not be changed so late in life, but did they not deserve a chance to prove their worth in other ways? Never could they be as strong or glorious as he, but from ant to elephant, the world held all and made all.
His calculating gaze swept over the red form, inhaling scent that was undoubtedly female. For whatever reason, they always smelled sweet – like fruit. Except Illynx; she had never smelled very sweet. She was very unobservant to just stumble across him like she did, and he offered no sign of sympathy as she looked up toward him in a startled way. Ulrik raised a thick, dark brow, and Kirchoff, his hellhound, curled up around one of his massive forelegs.
“Do you always wander around in life without paying attention to who is near?” he asked, the deep, rough tones of his voice punctuated by a thick, cruel sounding accent.
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