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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.
He seethed for a while, refusing to answer as he stomped down the path. Her questions prickled him more than he felt they should, because there were too much truth in them to simply brush aside. He didn't have any ideas, and he didn't want to die, but he didn't want to ask for help either. It was a glorious mess, all of it, and the only answer he found to fling back into her face lacked conviction - more of a hot surly stubbornness than anything else.
"There are things worse than dying", he said, lips stiff with disapproval. "Of course I want to live, but not if it means I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life thanking a self-satisfied, bloated overlord and run errands because I'm too scared that they'll take back their powers. Who would want that? Who would be so stupid as to sell their freedom for a maybe?"
He kicked a stone off the path with a hoof and watched without any greater satisfaction as it bounced into a stream of lava, hissing and spitting as it slowly melted and disappeared. Was that how he would go out - melt into the matter of the world in fits of agony? Or would it be more like the snuffing of a candle; one moment he was there and the next... not. Just gone.
They had almost reached the mainland. Soon enough they would end up parting ways, she back home, wherever that was and he would go off somewhere, away to more desperate searching. In a way he would be glad to be rid of her, because Ranjiri had a way of getting on his nerves without really trying. Still, he had to admit that it was rather nice to have someone around that actually listened to him without shrinking back, someone who put up a bit of a fight.
Well. He probably wouldn't see her again, even after all those pretty words. Especially after the promises to help. He'd heard them before, and look how much help they'd given him so far.
"I'll only go to a god for help when there are no other options left" he added belatedly, stubborn and surly as always.
@Ranjiri
Cathun
The firebrand
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"Grief never ends, but it changes. Its a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It is the price of love."
"There are things worse than dying."
"Yeah?" I asked and I didn't bother to hide the skepticism in my voice. He started talking about how he didn't want to spend his life thanking a self-satisfied, bloated overlord. "Those self-satisfied, bloated overlords might be your only chance." I warned even though I knew by that point how much he loathed the idea. But hadn't he said that no one else had been able to do anything?
"Either way, you're going to be thanking someone for helping save your life." So why not swallow a little bit of pride and keep on living? The choice seemed simple enough to me, but I also didn't have an ego the size of the Dragon's Throat or so much pride that it leaked out of my ears.
"I'll only go to a god for help when there are no other options left."
"So basically once your time is almost up and you've got so little time left that you're just waiting to die?" Again, I didn't bother to hide the hint of sarcasm in my tone. "You're frustrating." I snorted and I trotted forward. "If you won't ask the Diviner I'll do it myself. And I'll ask the gods myself. I'll do their quest myself because they don't give away anything for free." I turned to glance back at Cathun. "I'll be in their debt so you can keep your pride and your ego intact." Because that was what was important, wasn't it? His pride? I snorted again, still frustrated.
09-02-2015, 06:40 PM (This post was last modified: 09-02-2015, 06:44 PM by Cathun.)
If he'd had hands, he would have thrown them into the air by now. Her stubbornness was equal to his own and her heart a vast ocean of gentle strength that didn't budge no matter how many rocks he threw at it. He was impressed, against his will, and in the face of her determination he admitted defeat. But only just.
"Fine!" he cried, rolling his eyes at her as he descended the trail in her wake, breathing a sigh of relief as hooves finally met snow, ice and brown grasses. The lava fields lay behind them, the vast mainland of Helovia spread out ahead - and Cathun had no intentions on going back to the Throat. Not yet.
"Go ahead and do whatever, I'll believe it when I see it. Tell your bloody gods I said hi, will ya? Or wait, no, don't. I'd really rather not have my name known to the likes of them."
He spat on the ground in disgust at the thought, but even as he stepped away from her to leave, the spark-spraying colt gave the girl a smile. It was wry, it was crooked and rather smug, but it was far closer to being friendly than anything he had done so far.
"So, where can I find you once you've completed your self sacrificing quest to save my wretched soul?"
He had been too busy throwing a hissy-fit to pay attention when she'd introduced herself, and now he couldn't remember whether she had mentioned a herd or not. The colt tried to look back on the conversation - well, argument more like - but the thought of her smart comments was so annoying that he gave up without even really trying.
Chances were, he would never see her face ever again. The thought ought to have made him happy and relieved, but to his own surprise the youth felt a stab of disappointment instead. Somehow, in the midst of all the bickering he had actually enjoyed himself... which was even more irksome, and he would never admit it in a thousand years because he would hate giving her right.
Cathun took another step away from Ranjiri, ready to leave without a backwards glance (okay, maybe just a small one, really quick and fleeting).
"Grief never ends, but it changes. Its a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It is the price of love."
Why was I even bothering with trying to help him? I really didn't understand myself, but I suspected that part of the reason was that I felt sorry for him. He was still young, younger than ... than my brother was when he died. It wasn't right to die so young before you really had a chance to live. I guess that was another reason I wanted to help him even though he was the most frustrating individual I'd ever come across in my three years of life.
"Go ahead and do whatever, I'll believe it when I see it."
"Is it fun being so negative all the time?" The question flew out of my mouth before I could stop it. "Must make your situation that much easier." I really couldn't control what I was saying and I knew that I was probably only going to make him angry, but I'd really had my fill of his bad attitude and half hidden self-pity. I couldn't help but laugh when he said he didn't want the gods to know his name. "Its already too late for that." I said. "They know everything." Or so I'd heard. And, really, what kind of gods would they be if they didn't know everything?
His next question made me sigh and I stopped then turned to him. "You really don't listen, do you?" I asked. "I told you I live in the Dragon's Throat when I said we should ask the Diviner about your necklace." And it occurred to me, then, that I didn't know where he lived. "Where do you live?"
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