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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.
Shida How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So, it was nice as tits for old fire balls to let me into his fucking sand-castle kingdom, but lets be real: this place is a real drag. Without wings I basically just scoot my ass around the sands all day, just fucking hoping someone will let me out. Like some fucking dog (no offense Princess). Apparently I haven't earned a key yet, but what's the difference? I ain't got anywhere better to be - Da is fucking Houdini; now you see me now you don't. Just here helping these fuckers invade our home. Nothing to see here girls, back to your Ma-, and that's another thing. Ma and Auri are just ????????? Chillin' somewhere and not at all worried about me.
Whatever ladies. I'm over here in fucking sandcastle vista sippin' mai tai's.
But in all honesty, given how chilly the rest of the world is, I suppose being here isn't that bad. If nothing else, when Princess shits I don't even really have to clean it up - I can just kick some sand on it and be on my way. So there's that.
"Dude, throw your own bone." I mumble towards Princess, who has yet again dropped some dead shit at my hooves. Princess ignores me and continues to wag his stubby tail in my direction. I give him best look of, bitch do you want to be made into glue? but Princess is having none of it, and instead just noses the dead thing towards me. I sigh dramatically, even though we both know I was never not going to throw the toy.
"Well?" I look expectantly at Princess and back up a few steps. "Better move your ass if you want to keep it attached to your body." Princess barks excitedly and runs down the beach. I focus on the area underneath the dead toy - far underneath - and KERRBLAAMMM. Sands rain down from the sky as the toy is launched down the beach.
@[Hertz]
Image Credits || original coding by Tamme; modified by Shady
Nothing on this Island seemed very fun lately, all of those who had been playmates had up and disappeared. Their parents having them do training exercises and sometimes even these strange things called chores instead of playing with me as they should be doing. Dark rimmed harks slammed back into nearly black tresses as I wandered defeated through the hot sands of the Throat. Even flying wasn't as fun as I had hoped it would be since there wasn't anyone to fly with. Curses fell, jumbled together into a mumbled mess, from my dark stained kissers while I kicked at the red grains aimlessly.
If I had been moping around any harder I might have missed the dark canine racing across the sands. My curiosity was pricked as baby blues followed the dog who seemed overly excited about something, it wasn't even a moment after I noticed the canine that sound of an explosion came from where it had just came running from. My eyes widened so intensely that I could have sworn they were about to fall from my orange striped face before reality dawned on me. The Throat, was under ATTACK!
My skull snapped off of my spine, or well nearly did, with how quickly I turned to look over my feathered shoulders in hopes of finding an adult who would know what to do. The search was futile though and all I was met with was wide open expanses of sand and a couple dead trees that had somehow managed to continue standing. "Fuck me.." I muttered under my breathe before puffing out my slowly thickening chest and turning to face whatever dangers could reside just over that dune. Dark striped limbs stretched out, tearing at the hot sands beneath me as I came crashing over the dune with my eyes glued shut. If I was about to run into the arms of Death, I wasn't sure I wanted to see what he looked like! A squeal, that in my head sounded much more threatening, escaped from my body just as my banded wings snapped outwards and I collided with what I hoped was the offender.
Oh, how horrible would it be if I had just tried to take down the Wildfire himself?
"talk talk talk talk " Tag ϟϟ @[Shida] Words ϟϟ Only 377 -cries- Notes ϟϟ xD
Shida How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable
So ... I guess be careful what you wish for? Because my afternoon which was still pleasantly boring was suddenly interrupted. The jury is still out on whether or not it's a pleasant interruption . You'll just have to follow along to find out.
At first I thought Princess was bringing me back an even lager dead thing because his paws on the sand suddenly sounded louder than normal, but I realize that can't be it. The strides are too far apart for him, and even if he's dragging an elephant dick with him, there's just no way he could make that much noise. I turn just in time to hear some chump squawk at me as he throws himself over the nearest sand dune. With a sarcastic and unimpressed scowl on my face, I step about five feet to the left, expertly evading his 'attack'. As he passes I notice that his eyes are closed, and my scowl turns to a smirk. What a chump I think as I spin and watch the end of his flail. He's gotta open his eyes sometime right? Or is he just going to continue marco-poloing around?
Princess is back at my heels holding the original dead thing and watching the spectacle. I can sense his confusion, but I ignore it. It isn't like I have any idea what the fuck just happened.
"Sup kid." I shout casually across the sands, my voice a perfect mixture of, yep, I totally saw that shitastical failure and what the fuck. My dark and tangled tail flicked around my hocks as I waited for a response from the banded marvel.
@[Hertz]
Image Credits || original coding by Tamme; modified by Shady
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