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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 barren land was home, each shrub familiar to the brute in it's own way. To his bitch, however, each shrub was another dead plant, something that used to be- a memory. Her appreciation for the snowy steppe was as extensive as her want to eat grass- little to none. Henrietta was careless, indifferent, and cold, but that is why she is similar to her master. Both the bitch and brute are colored similarly with similar personalities, thus making them such a compatible team. As they walked, the wind bit at them, making Caleb's mane whip around, stinging him with every violent lash. Henrietta quickly grew cold at his side and Caleb quietly told her that she could run home if she desires. Accepting the offer, Henrietta begins loping away on muscular legs. Within minutes, her black frame is gone and he is left with just the snow. Night begins to settle in, the air becoming colder rather quickly as the sun hides behind the horizon. Caleb, a black dot on a darling scenery, watches his surroundings, wondering if he'll be approached by some Neanderthal that desires pointless conversation or an intelligent being capable of somewhat brilliant speach.
The brute felt a primal need within him to find a female counterpart to engage in physical acts too beastly to speak of in detail. The truth was, Caleb hadn't had a good fuck since Rexanna, and knowing that she was his last lay left a bitter taste in his mouth. His relationship with her had been one of mere primal want and desire, but ended in disaster. Since then, Caleb hasn't really nosed around for mares, but the energy that began to build in him made him lusty and with desire.
ooc: this is pretty bad x_x it'll get better though :)
08-09-2015, 10:28 PM (This post was last modified: 08-09-2015, 10:28 PM by Zandora.)
Zandora I already know I'm going to hell So at this very point... It's go big or go home
Feelings. They were everywhere. She felt so damn exhausted of dealing with herself, she was tired of being sad. Her days in Helovia had been filled with emotions, the things she hated to deal with. At this moment, Zandora was tired of playing nice. She wanted to play dirty, she could no longer deny her true self, even if others thought she was different--that she was good, Zandora knew otherwise. One friend had seen a side of her, that no one should have ever seen; a weakness. Zandora was better then weaknesses, for god's sake she had been to hell and back! (Literally) Even though she wanted to change (for the worst) her friend meant a lot to her, and she was forever grateful for his company.
A huff filled the chilled air. There she had gone again, becoming sickly engrossed in those damned things. She rammed her violet nails against the icy snow, cursing under her breath. 'You are done with thinking.' Zandora told herself, tonight wouldn't be about anything but enjoyment, she would kick herself if she dared venture into the dark, luring, walls of her mind that taunted her with questions and self-shame. Starkly purple orbs glanced around the frost bitten land, snow was truly a world wonder. Her breath rose around her in transparent puffs, the wind carrying away her thoughts and breath as she shivered deeper into the heart of the barren lands.
The snow quickly got deeper, before she knew it she was knee deep and stuck. That was when she finally looked around, and in the distance, a black figure caught her orbs. Quickly she strided towards the figure, her mane dragging behind her as it caught fresh flurries of snow. Her black skin stuck out like a deer in headlights, and her purple ribbons looked silky and rich in the low lighting of the cold dusk. In short words, she looked stunning. As she came closer to what was a figure and now was a staggeringly large [i]man[i/] she took a moment to let her lanterns glide across his body. He was draped with a coat of ebonite and charcoal over a body of toned muscles and long ivory dipped feet. The stag's face was another palate of black and white, with pools of icy blue. Zandora's eyes then drifted to the massive appendages that where feathered wings and tail to match. His wings looked unaveragely large, to those of feeble hearts he would be intimidating, but to Zandora who feared little, he was intriguing. "Hello stranger." Her chords rang out, enchanting and rich. Would this stranger prove to be worth her time in the freezing night?
08-10-2015, 01:47 PM (This post was last modified: 08-10-2015, 01:48 PM by Caleb.)
The sound of snow crunching under the heavy form of a horse could be heard for miles, the carelessness of the one that approached was evident. The only indication that Caleb knew someone was approaching was by the subtle flicker of ebony lobes in the direction of the sound. He saw the dark form of a mare approaching out of the corner of his eye, and the distinct contrast of her dark skin atop the stark ground was enough to pique his interest slightly, resulting in his cranium angling towards the approaching mare, eyes trailing her every movement, quickly alighting with desire. The silk tresses that made up her mane and tail seemed soft, knotless, smooth and perfect. These drapes that followed her were like the trail of an inverted wedding gown, black, long, regal. She moved with purpose, a conviction no one else seemed to have here in Helovia.
Caleb's face was strong and defined, chiseled from granite. His dark brow sloped downwards into a serious expression as she approached. His mouth seemed permanently settled into a hard line, his default expression. When her sugary voice wafted in the air like the stench of cookies, his ears pricked towards her, doubly curious. Her common greeting was adequate for the situation, because in fact, they were strangers. "G'day, Uccellino," he purred, foreign words falling from his mouth in the smoothest of ways, his deep tenor voice masculine as ever. Eyes alight with fire, he shoves his snout towards her to bump hers, the usually calm greeting gesture somehow intense when Caleb does it, demanding, prodding. Will she play his game? After a moment, his ivory snout retreats and he steps towards her, towering over her, heated eyes boring into hers. The primal rawness that he exudes demands attention, desire, just as she seems to demand lust and hunger. The pair would find ecstasy, wild and rough, they could shatter into pleasure, shards of sated beings, exploding with pinpoints of light bursting through dark. He can give her this, he can give her this over and over.
With devilish intent, he simply asks, "Is there something you desired?" It is fact that Caleb loves games, teasing with subtle double-meaning words, accidental brushes of skin on skin, the flirtatious grins accompanied by hungry eyes. What would this made offer? Sugary words are plenty, but not quite enough for a soldier that desires fun.
08-16-2015, 10:16 PM (This post was last modified: 08-16-2015, 10:18 PM by Zandora.)
Zandora I already know I'm going to hell So at this very point... It's go big or go home
Deep, utterly manly chords burned their way through her drums. They bounced around and went straight to her core, her hollow core, that was so desperately in need of filling. His words were strange, but they made the brute all the more interesting to the mare who liked those of exotic personalities and colors.
Whiskers tickled her soft black nares, his greeting rough and oppressive, but it did not bother Zandora, she liked things rough. Her face of sharp curves and subtle thirst reached out to brush upon his ebonite muzzle, things escalating at a pace much quicker then she realized. What was she doing? Playing with men in the dirty hours and freezing hours of the night? Who the hell cares, she'd fuck anyone she wanted whenever she wanted.
Starkly lavender orbs clashed with his own brilliantly blue gems, each of their eyes displaying their dirty desires, she didn't even know him, but yet she was melting the more and more she looked into those eyes. Zandora flicked her tail, and circled the looming stallion, letting her scent and aroma intoxicate him, orbs not breaking their eye contact. "Oh yes, there is many things that I want." She paused, letting her words drugged with lust speak for themselves. "One--of which, you can help me with." She winked, her eyes still staring deep within his own.
08-24-2015, 11:04 PM (This post was last modified: 08-24-2015, 11:04 PM by Caleb.)
The vixen is seductive, a delectable bite of horseflesh who's skin crawls with seductivity. Caleb is not immune to this, and hunger feeds into his ears as she circles him, her steps slow and precise, as if she knows he's up for the chase. His ears rotate on his large cranium, always having one angled at her.The succulent perfume of her body snuck into his longs and his nostrils quivered, neck arching and eyes trained on her. His feathered tail whips around behind him as her words erupt into the tense air. She taunts him. Her voice smooth and sweet, sickly sweet. It just so happens that Caleb is in the mood for sweetness. There are many things she wants, she claims. Caleb can help her with one. She can help him with one. His skin vibrated with energy and a muscle ticked in his jaw at her words, his reaction was that of a starved man to food. Though, he wondered if they would waltz before indulging in each other. Secretly, he hoped they could get right to it, and do it over and over till neither can, until they are sweating profusely and breathing hard. He wanted to be exhausted. She could give him this. He could give her that.
"Come closer, Uccellino." He whispered, Italian falling from his lips in the form of a graceful nickname. "Let me fulfill your desires." His voice is thick with seduction, his deep tenor tones giving him a masculine edge, but the thick need of his words makes him seem raw and rough, primal. She winks, a flirty gesture he does not return, because Caleb is too intensely focused on the sway of her hips with each step, the curves of her body, the outlines of markings. He could devour her. He beckons her with hungry eyes, asking the feminine creature to his side. Let them partake in an action of lust and need, passionate want. "I only bite a little," He states, a smirk dripping onto his lips, his heated orbs calling her closer. All of him yearning for her. For now, she is the last piece to a puzzle, the one missing component that will make this whole.
His breath dogs with each inhale as he waits for her approach, curious to see if she will join him for a night of passion. Her horn sits proud and high atop her midnight hued cranium. At her ass, tendrils of purple hair fall in crescendos of waves to the snow, then drag behind her, gliding over the snow. The desert is in her blood, shown through her Arabian features, a feminine dished head, a slender body, short, but not stout. Come closer, his body says. Her purple dagger is sharp, a deadly weapon. It matches her, a seductive vixen with a dagger. Caleb finds himself rather liking that, his body reacting to this, his nether regions specifically.
09-13-2015, 09:20 PM (This post was last modified: 09-13-2015, 09:22 PM by Zandora.)
Zandora I already know I'm going to hell So at this very point... It's go big or go home
They were vixens, dancing in the dark hours of the night, indulging in guilty, dirty, desires. Something inside her prodded, poked, 'Zandora, what are you doing? but she didn't let the thoughts surface. She didn't care who she was or what she was doing, she had gotten chest deep, and quite frankly, she didn't care to turn around and wad through the sludge that awaited her. Azure orbs watched her like a lion and his prey; Zandora was his prey, his catch, and she was perfectly fine with it. Her eyes flicked to the black feathered leonine tail as Caleb whipped it around. Coiling and hissing; the black was a Rattlesnake with venom dripping from his sultry lips and a predatorious rhythm beating from his tail of tales.
His tongue of exotic language whispered into her drums, beckoning her to his side, to come closer, another attempt was seen from the last of her sanity, screaming at her not too. It told her what she was becoming, and that she was leading to her downfall, but what this part of her didn't understand-- she was already a goner. So with this realization and acceptance, she wondered closer to the winged man, the whips of the wind whirling around her, tossing her hair into the wilds. They were very close now, her face only inches from his shoulder, Caleb looming above her. Fire burned in her core, wanting, needing his touch. "I like it a little rough" She whispered in reply to him, her words soft, low, and hungry. He didn't need to ask, there was no room for questioning, Zandora was diving ever-deep into the never-ending abyss, and she had no plans to stop.
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