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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.
05-24-2015, 05:07 PM (This post was last modified: 05-24-2015, 05:07 PM by Isopia.)
Isopia
[For @[Maren]. On the far shores of the Throat (on the Heart side)]
The earthen child liked wandering near the water. It was, metaphorically speaking, in her blood to be disposed to the water and the earth, and so finding herself on the shores where both elements of her heritage met, was fairly common. She'd never come quite this far though. The rocky hull of Helovia's hurt broke off and disassembled into granuals of sand, marking where the Throat's outer territory began. Isopia knew none of this of course - although even if she did, she probably wouldn't have cared. Trespassing meant very little to her. She was the daughter of the Earth God after all, if anyone had claim to the earth surely it was her? She'd yet found anyone willing to try and kick her off any land, but that likely had more to do with how odd she was, than a real power play.
The girl was only two seasons old, and yet her body was fully grown. Her limbs were extraordinarily long, and marked with the colour of sand and blood. Upon her head were four golden horns, but perhaps the oddest part of her appearance was the skull mask that constantly lined her jaw. For many the thought of the Earth God brought forth images of life and growth - but Isopia thought of death as much as life. Such was her birthright and her obligation.
Her golden eyes scanned the shores, constantly furrowing information in her vast mind for consideration. Never did she just lazily water. Constantly she was searching for anything new, or anything that needed her attention. The cold winds that reminded her Frostfall was just around the corner caused her mis-matched wings to hung closer to her lean flanks as she walked on the shores, half in the water, and half out. Ahead, something drew her gaze ... something hidden in the reeds ...
Trotting forward, the demi-child spied a craft unlike anything she'd seen. It bobbed in the water, floating - but not because of any magic. Its shape seemed to lend itself to its buoyancy, which immediately drew the girl's curiosity. What was it? What was it for? Lowering her muzzle, she sniffed the craft and drew the scent of another, but one that she didn't recognize. Her dark ears flicked as her skull masked head rose, allowing her golden eyes to look around. No one seemed to be near. Returning to the vessel, Iso waded into the frigid waters seemingly impervious to the bite of the cold current. The boat went deeper into the water than she might have guessed - but why? Perhaps the deeper the hull, the more weight it could bear? Snorting, a thought dawned on her. Did someone ride in this? Shock coloured her eyes as she stepped back out of the water, a curious look upon her features.
The ship lay in the water, in a perfect balance swaying on the movements of the rolling sea. But in the corner it lay it was more silent than out there, in the open. Here, in this corner of reeds and marigolds, the squeaking sounds of the constrained wood could incessantly parade with the whispering of the cold winter wind without getting blown into the shape of a quiet, ballad-less floating. Which would not be terrible either, but with this boats aging wood, it was nice to hug the shoreline once in a while, too. But when a shade fell over the sunbathing vessel’s body, it could not do anything besides sit there. So, as the wind continued to whisper through the reeds, it continued to sway on the melody of the current when the strange girl came in. Probably thinking about being a boat, too, before realizing she couldn't. I am a boat. You are a girl. That would be the rules.
Shadow fell over shadow as the tigermare appeared from behind the corner of the rocks. Her wings lay still, hanging on the air beside her cheeks as she approached, eyes turning thoughtfully as the tall girl fell into sight. Then the mare halted her steps, stood still next to the swaying golden reeds. Her shimmering eyes rolled to the vessel, which lay unharmed in the cold ocean water, and then looked back to the girl who she saw gaping at it. For a moment her mind was louder than her tongue, wasn't sure what to say. But then she broke it; the chains, the thoughts, with idiotic dry words that just had to say. “Are you going to steal it,” the priestess’ outlandish voice called, rather flatly, as the girl was just getting herself out of the water. She had to look up a bit to face the golden irises of the stranger, and she had to squeeze her eyes against the light from the dripping sun behind her. But nevertheless the tigermares' silent gazers shone a little interested, because she had seen the girl before. In a forest not so far away from here at all. Then she had been fighting off little demons, helping a dying dragon, healing him – But that was seasons ago, and she knew bravery did not secured itself with time. So she just looked at the girl as she let her voice ring again.
“My boat – ” She nodded to the wooden body. – My key, my reminder – My promise for a journey.
@[Isopia]
Notes: I told you it would take a while :|
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