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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.
Besides his son, he would miss his metal beasts the most. He had been a fixture in the Aurora Basin for a very long time. Even longer, he had been a member of the Plague, and before that, he had fought for the World's Edge. But, he did not recognize the faces around him anymore, and he had no interest in serving leaders when his very soul was tired. For a long time, he felt a bit unappreciated, but that was putting everything mildly. From the tent he made by being the only one willing to give up his magic to giving flags and cloth to the Dragon's Throat and making the two metal sentinels which guarded the gate, he had made the Basin stronger than what it could have been.
Maybe that is why he had to leave. Whatever inspiration he found from nature was lost, and now that his son had returned and was safe, that herd held no interest to him now. He would miss weaving lengths of cloth and doing nothing with it, particularly since most of his thoughts and plans had been turned away or unused. They could do whatever they wanted without him now, he thought. He did not hold any ill will, just empty spaces.
Besides, he was still interested in seeing what Torleik was up to, especially now that he and Mauja were ruling the World's Edge. Perhaps that would be a useful place for him to be? He missed the forests of the moon goddess dearly, for a long while, and even Kirchoff seemed to look at at this opportunity for change. Ulrik wandered East for no other reason than that he hadn't been that far before, and he stumbled upon a point where white became red.
Not just any shade of red. Blood red. Wasn't this supposed to be Birdsong now? Fall wasn't coming for a while... Ulrik furrowed thick, dark brows over his vibrant, murderous bronze eyes, cloven hooves wandering through the woods to the roaring call of a waterfall. Even the water was made of blood. The ground looked like there had been some kind of scuffle, and he wondered what he had missed. The Engineer rested on one hip, looking down at his wolfish friend.
"Where too next, Kirchoff?" he asked.
"Way to grow a spine, Ulrik," he snickered. "Lead the way"
The last time she had been here there had been slaughter. She could still hear the screams ringing in her ears, and her breath caught in her throat when she thought about it. She tried to remain calm as she continued onward, a bundle of flowers between her dark lips and eyes forward. She was on a mission today, and she wasn't going to let anything stop her, not even the trauma of seeing those being killed and injured right before her eyes. She could still feel the stickiness of blood upon her coat, it trickling down her legs and pooling around her as she held in her screams, tried to keep herself calm while the world seemed to be crashing around her. She didn't think she would ever experience something such as the sights of war in her lifetime, and especially not at the age of one. Her mind was whirling, shooting off in so many directions that she didn't notice she had finally returned to the place where that sacred battle had occurred, one that seemed to only begin something much bigger.
Soon she came to a halt, searching around nervously at all the red before her, the crimson hue sending flashbacks into her mind and leaving shivers down her spine. She sucked in her breath through the multicolored flowers, before finally making her way to the deep red pond. She happened to glance her reflection in the depths, and she was only somewhat surprised at what she saw. Her eyes looked tired, swollen from all the tears she shed, and her spotted fur was scruffy and dirty, as she had been so exhausted the days following that battle that she didn't really much care how she looked. Perhaps she should bathe while she was here, but the thought of swimming in a pond that looked like a bloodbath (literally), made her second guess her suggestion. So instead, she dipped her delicate head to the edge of the depths, slowly dropping the flowers into the pool and watching them sail away, some sinking and others swirling in the gentle current from the falls.
She smiled softly, glad that she could do something to help remember those who had fallen, and she sighed, closing her eyes and murmuring softly to herself, "May you all rest in peace, and the Gods watch over you." She had been so caught up in her own world that she didn't notice the male standing a few feet from her, and so when he spoke she started, gasping and looking up with wide eyes. She relaxed after a moment, realizing he was simply talking to his companion, and softly nickered to him, dipping her head politely and making her approach. Perhaps he was in need of a friend, or just wanted someone to chat with. She didn't know him, had never seen him anywhere before, and she didn't recognize the scent on his coat at all. That didn't mean she wasn't interested though, and when she was within talking distance she smiled, dipping her head and letting her wings flutter gently upon her shoulders, "Hello Sir, I'm sorry I didn't notice you sooner. My name is Myrrine, it's a pleasure to meet you! What brings you to this... place." She didn't really know what else to call the Bloodfalls other than "Hellhole", but she was a lady, and she would never say something so vulgar to a complete stranger, especially one that seemed to be her elder. That just simply wouldn't do.
"Speech"
OOC: Omg... it's so bad, please forgive me. I'll get into the groove the more they interact.
TAG: @Ulrik
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