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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 cold cut through her thin winter coat. Hailing from the south, the mare was accustomed to a rather more mild winter chill than what the Steppe was offering. Frostfall always affected the lands of the North, but Cirrus had never seen snow quite like this before. The clouds above were constantly overcast, her own pelt reflecting this as it mimicked the cloudscape above - churning with dark greys and blues, something flashing with the remnants of lightning the sky cast down upon the earth. The mare was huddled beneath the boughs of a cluster of trees, her feathers fluffed to keep her bodice warm, her leonine tail curled around her frame to add to the effect.
Her breaths danced before her as strange misty shapes for moments as her nostrils pushed the cold air in and the warm air out of her lungs. Shivers ran through her, though they were not severe - she would die of hypothermia, she was just feeling the chill of the season. The cloudmare didn't plan on staying long here - she had needed to get away from it all, from the task that had been placed upon her, from the thoughts that kept on creeping up, the hopes that her heart wanted to cling to but hr mind refused to let her.
What if…
What if…
She shivered again, wondering just what 'gift' the God had in store for her at the end of all this. What kind of 'healing' was she going to receive, what kind of reward for her butchery? No, she didn't want to think about it, for one day, she just didn't want to.
But it was always there, that haunting echo, that dark reminder, of what she must do.
For @[Rohan] to NPC in C:
& open for anyone!
Cirrus the WindDancer
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as changing as unforgiving as the wind, as bitter and chilling as the cold, as warm and deadly as the heat
I enjoy being tagged.
please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts I write what I feel at the time and hope everyone else does the same c:
06-09-2015, 05:23 PM (This post was last modified: 06-09-2015, 05:23 PM by NPC.)
The Creature
The Creature runs.
His lean, willowy body slithers over the white wasteland, muscled legs thrusting him through the fine powder of snow with aching, weary strides. But still he forces himself forward, ignoring the throb as stringy flesh pushes and pulls beneath a hairy and scaly hide. From a distance, he might be mistaken for a wolf—but a closer examination reveals something much different. In places along his body, his thick winter fur is mingled with the scales of reptiles, his furry tail poised much like that of a snake, complimented by the ophidian eyes that scowl from beneath a heavy brow.
Beneath the ashen wall of blustery Frostfall clouds, the Creature finds himself alone. Alone and running—running away. There is no destination that he seeks save for an escape, a release from the memories that perhaps only exhaustion can give. Gradually as he crosses the arctic tundra, the Creature feels his muscles become heavy, weighing against his bones, numbing the images and horrors that are burned in his mind’s eye.
The infection.
Pain.
Murder.
So he pushes himself faster, faster, faster. Days-old wounds, still gaping and raw, leak their thick, grisly liquid—his beating heart pumping it from his veins until it mats fur to scale, dripping slowly down his legs and staining each paw print with its bloody smear.
Growling a hiss, the Creature lunges forward even harder, labored breaths curling in white wisps across his face. As reckless as he pushes himself, fatigued muscles fail him at last. Stumbling, he falls roughly forward, a wave of snow—pushed by the force of his wiry body—flying headlong into the white wilderness. He lays still for several moments, the wind tousling his fur and biting at his raw flesh like a vulture to putrid meat. Through the glare of half-lidded eyes, he sees a shadow break away from the clump of trees not far away—movement, approaching. The Creature stirs, lifting his head and flicking his long tail, hissing a snarl of warning at the stranger.
- - - - - - - notes; Sorry for the delay! tag; @[Cirrus] “Speech.”
No matter the season, it was always guaranteed to be chilly in the northern reaches of the realm. Cirrus remembered coming here with her mother, she remembered meeting Mauja for the first time, and a griffin, and Ink.. Was it really that many turns of the seasons ago? she pondered, as she leant against the timber, wondering if she had even picked the same tree which the griffin had roosted up when she first met it. I can't even remember her name.. she thought sadly, wondering if her own name was remembered in anyone's thoughts anymore. Cirrus had become something of a loner, a hermit of her own mind and body, a recluse, afraid? or otherwise unwilling to reveal herself to the company of others. Why? She couldn't say even if she wanted to - she didn't know why she was the way she was - she simply.. was.
Huddled beneath the embrace of her own wings, the mare was feeling the temperatures surrounding her dropping and dropping, listening to the wind howling across the frozen tundra made her miss the toasty, sunburnt climes of her birthland. I don't know how the unicorns do it, she thought, not even sure whether the unicorns still lived up here, not even sure that she actually cared - for that would involve something akin to living, and interacting, and Cirrus was not inspired to do either of those things today, or in the near future.
Muffled movements of something she had never seen before caused her to raise her gaze, however the following snarl triggered a more basic reaction. Fight or flight - it went through her in a flash, the decision to take wing rather than face whatever it is that was dying in the snow. I won't be your Grim Reaper today, she thought sadly, as she left the forlorn beast collapsed in the snow, willing wind and speed to fill her feathers and carry her far, far away.
FYI: Cirrus has bailed on this thread as I have other threads nearing completion and do not need the token from this one.
Cirrus the WindDancer
sxc.hu larfsalot on deviantart
as changing as unforgiving as the wind, as bitter and chilling as the cold, as warm and deadly as the heat
I enjoy being tagged.
please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts I write what I feel at the time and hope everyone else does the same c:
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