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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.
12-07-2015, 11:58 PM (This post was last modified: 12-07-2015, 11:59 PM by Raeden.)
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Her teal eyes gazed at this new land she had never seen before. It was blood read, and the crimson colors glimmered off her light pelt. Tin walked cautiously beside her with his ears alert and ready to hide the both of them if it was necessary. Her hooves cracked the small twigs underneath, grinding them into little chunks. What was this land of death. It felt odd to her, like something did not belong. A soft snort left her muzzle as she continued on. The mare looked like a brow sugar princess if no one knew her any better. Deep down Raeden was a whirling storm dressed like a beautiful rainbow. No one expects a rainbow to tear down a whole building right? That is the whole point to the deceptive look she had to her. If Rae looked like a scared mess that was suffering of open cuts all the time, then people would just assume she can handle her own shit.
The dappled mare came to the edge where her nose dipped down to the water. Long tresses of her forelock and mane quickly scurried to break the surface of the blood red water. words Look at the odd crimson water Tin. She snorted out picking up her elegant crown to look right into the little deer's eyes. The place felt just weird, but she liked it in a way. They were alone, and there was no studs to take her attention away. There was no mares to envy in her beauty, she really did not mind that. She enjoyed making other jealous of her looks and beauty. Rae was one of those girls who would not intentionally show off, but it just came with the looks. She knew her body and pelt were perfect, and she kept it that way. Rae always took special care to keep her self clean and presentable at all times. You never know who you would meet.
A sigh left her perfect maw as she looked around with twinkling eyes. There were so many new people and things since she had left. It made her wonder if anyone she knew from before was still here. She thought back to the stallions she had met when she was younger. At that time she was to young to think about a mate, but now her mind set has changed. As she got deep into thought Tin nudged her shoulder looking around. There was something or someone out there. Someone who was watching them, or so they thought. Her teal eyes scanned the area once again. She looked far and deep into the crimson colored woods. The falls behind her rumbled and crashed with flowing water. The tresses of her long tail flicked irritated landing in the bloody pool. They floated like thin strands of silk on the water surface. Then Rae pinned her ears clenching her teeth with anger. This was HER time to be alone, the last thing she wanted was to deal with someone else's problems. words words
12-12-2015, 04:53 PM (This post was last modified: 12-12-2015, 04:53 PM by Nymeria.)
Nymeria & Lilómiel
Bandaids don't fix bullet holes
Typically, Nymeria considered herself robustly well-travelled. Her time as a wanderer, vagabond, outcast, loner—whatever one called it—had not been spent in complete idleness. In darkness and sunlight, she had charted the wilderness, every rise and fall of the land, every stream or river or swamp. She had even found the dead land in the south, a grimy landscape of black rot she had not dared venture into. Of the four herds, she knew the location of three, albeit not necessarily in name; the Throat, the Edge, and the Falls.
Except… never in her time had she found a place where it felt like night even in the height of day, or where the world glistened in a saturated red that was undeniably blood-like. It was the Halcyon Flats all over again—an unpredictable and inexplicable blip in Helovia, a glitch, an error, in the coding of Nym’s world.
And naturally, she needed to explore this mistake.
They delved into the unknown deftly and silently, taking advantage of the darkness and allowing it to conceal them. Despite how foreign the landscape was, Nymeria felt peculiarly at ease. The glistening red leaves, the artificial night, the distant thunder of waterfalls just out-of-sight… it fit her, in more ways than one. It was true that the Hidden Falls were supposed to be her home now—but this was… well, it was very much like the sea was to her. There was a hum in her bones and a melody to the wind that told her she belonged here as much as the Flats or the Blue or the Falls.
Her ears pricked at a muffled murmur of voices, indecipherable and at the very verge of inaudible. Curiosity piqued, she started towards the sound, Lilómiel drifting ahead of her.
It took a moment for Nymeria's eyes to make sense of the shape before her. Unicorn and cerndyr, shadowy beneath the blood-red canopy, had melted together into a dark monstrosity; her red eyes narrowed in skeptical thought. Flame bloomed from twixt Lilómiel’s lips, illuminating pale gold skin and an opalescent horn.
Unicorn, Nymeria thought blandly, and another one of those deer companions. The strangers reminded her of Thranduil, although Thranduil was refreshingly more masculine. Not that she had anything against girls—it was just… she assumed herself to know the ways of stallions more than mares.
“Hello,” Nym said quietly, her voice bare-boned and courteous. From out the shadows she stepped, cautiously taking note of the palomino’s pinned ears and clenched jaw. With her approach, the force of the waterfalls magnified, tugging at her blood and sinew.
Have you ever noticed how every hurricane gets its name from a girl like this?You're gonna wish you had a storm warning; you're gonna wish you had a sign.</style>
Her sliver streaked eyes looked to the mare creeping out of the wood line. Her Teal eyes narrowed quickly as she lowered her head. She let the sights of this new creature process in her perfectly crowned head. This mare was very different than her self, she was not horned. Her face dripped with a white mask that looked like bone. Red eyes pierced through her perfectly golden pelt as she let her own teal and silver flecked ones pierce through the black mares. She may look like a royal, but this beauty pack a sing bigger then a man of war. She let her pin ear slip forward as she say a little black dragon slip beside the other mare. She was bonded like her self, she shared the same compassion for something like Rae did.
Tin snorted softly as his ornamental crow raised to the air letting his bright green eyes gaze at the dragon. 'dragon no good he snapped at Rae. Raeden pinned her ears sharply as the mare stepped closer. She was not going to be taken advantage of again. Not any more, a wild side flecked through her eyes. The opalescent horn glimmered with a sharp dagger like point as she lowered her crown once again. Tin stepped forward closer to the bonded pair. Then his gazed softened a bit as the mare spoke softly with an ease to her voice. Raeden perked her head up and her cream colored ears flew up at the sound of the other mare speaking. She said a simple hello, but it could have been worse. Hello her maw opened as the word flooded from them. It was soft and sweet, but it held a tang of fire twisted within it. With that simple word Rae continued on to speak with the other mare I am Raeden, this is Tin. This place is not normal... There is something odd in the air. Her royal crowned skull looked around to blood red falls and leaves surrounding them. The Falls rushed behind the two mares like a rage of emotions.
Her silver flecked orbs looked at the slightly larger mare. She wondered how this conversation would go, she was not much on other mares. This one could be different though, maybe. The demonic trees danced with dark illusive shadows. They skipped around them with the passing clouds over the blood moon. The dark canopy rustled with the whisper of the shadow from the moon. The ghostly breeze flooded the canopy floor picking up Raeden's shimmering white mane, to create the waves of the wind behind her. Her royal looks would put almost any mare to shame. She had a nasty attitude that contradicted her flawless appearance. She was never rude to a creature that was kind to her though, a bit snobby possibly, never rude. She looked over the dark mare wondering what more she had to say. Tin on the other hand was not to please he sat back watching. 'Not to be trusted.' was the only thing he had to say.
The unicorn lowered her head—Nymeria tensed, muscles flexing beneath her iron-and-ash coat—the tapering point of her horn glistening in the red lighting. There was something of a gleam to the other mare’s eyes, a wild and robust glint that Nymeria neither liked nor enjoyed. Too much unpredictability. And that was before the stag lifted his head, his antlers whistling through the air in a crowish display of weaponry, punctuated by a short and heavy snort.
She was ready to fight if necessary, but it would be a meaningless consolation. Victory would be easy enough to come by, with the waterfalls nearby playing havoc with her blood, and her magic pulsing in a latticework at the surface of her skin. There was so much more to be gained from a friend rather than an enemy. So instead of allowing her expression to be privy to the whims of her innate desires, she let lift a courting smile, her gleaming red eyes forthcoming rather than withdrawn. A lowered horn here, tossed antlers there—it wouldn’t make any difference to her games—it would only make her more careful.
Fortunately, her greeting seemed to ease the other pairing. There was certainly a flavor of arrogance to Raeden’s formal repose, and a bluntly boring logic to her words, but Nymeria thought (at least for now) she had been successful in navigating the tense waters.
The grullo shifted her weight back on her hindquarters, propping up a hoof casually. As Raeden looked away, Nymeria followed suit, letting her gaze [apparently] drift over the stark red leaves and flaming water. In reality, she observed the unicorn in modest calculation from her peripheral vision, marking out the untouched hide and cloud-like markings. It looks like her threat was empty, judging on appearance. Admittedly, Nymeria had little in way of battle scars herself; but she thought, with more than a touch of conceit, that she appeared more naturally fearsome.
It was not only her build, heavy and stark with a certain lissome grace from her warmblooded mother, but the way she carried herself: confidence can make all the difference. Even the greatest warlord was nothing if she did not have the confidence to carry her weight and lift up her head.
One of her ears twisted back to Raeden, but no further comment came. My turn, then. Lilómiel let out a caustic snort, smoke flaring up from his nostrils; there was a heavy skepticism to his mind, a returned dislike for Tin. From what she understood of his shuttered thoughts, he believed a deer had no place threatening a mare, especially a mare accompanied by a dragon.
“It is strange,” Nymeria admitted freely, “I’ve been in Helovia since birth, and explored every inch of it. In all my life I cannot remember finding this place before. It doesn’t seem natural, does it?"