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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.
08-15-2015, 04:38 AM (This post was last modified: 08-15-2015, 04:39 AM by Maitimo.)
M a i t i m o
He is a tarnished image of a once glorious image. A crumbling mind, with a soiled heart and purposeless existence. He wanders in the grips of dusk. Maitimo is reduced to nothing but scars and malnourishment as he wanders in the growing darkness. The man has taken to watching the world from a distance. Every so often he’ll spy as others interact, simply standing back in longing. The terror that races through his mind always pulling him back to the shadows and isolation.
He wanders aimlessly in the shelter of the grove, remembering the tiny mare who had found him many months ago. Silently he nestles himself beneath a willow and shivers, more out of nervousness than the cold. Despite the serenity of the place around him, he jumps at every sound, expecting some darkness to materialize and drag him back to hell. There is a crack of a branch and he jerks his head in the direction of the sound, a soft whimper breaking past his lips. Desperately he crawls up to his feet and scrambles back away from the noise. He throws his head back and tries to escape from the monsters that surely have come for him.
Maitimo bolts from the cover of the willow, branches catching on the strands of his tail and mane. The stallion is a pitiful sight in his panic, running from nothing but the rustling of the leaves in the wind. His feet carry him several feet before he finally comes to a stop, wide eyed glancing around. The expression on his face makes it seem as though he is staring into the eyes of the devil himself, when in reality all that is there is the cold empty air.
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08-16-2015, 10:26 AM (This post was last modified: 08-20-2015, 08:46 PM by Myrrine.
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In the dusk of Frostfall she was like an angel, the red and orange hues from the sunset causing her ivory and ebony coat to glow magnificently with each graceful step that she took. The girl was preoccupied with the hoofprints she was making in the snow to really notice the approaching darkness, and with each hop a smile graced her dark maw. Butterfly wings gracefully fluttered upon her slender back, and she was nearly in the clearing of the grove when she finally heard the presence of another. Pricking spotted ears Myrrine lifted her hazel eyes to get a better view, to find a blue creature running straight in her direction. Blinking in surprise she halted in her tracks just as he did, watching him closely as he reeked of terror. From the looks of him, he was clearly older than she, a lone stallion meandering in the grove with a look of utmost fear plastered on his complexion. She couldn't help but grow concerned, to let her own anxiety fill up within her at the such a sad sight. It reminded her of the day she first met her Vincent, the man a giant yet terrified of such a little foal. Since that day the two seemed to be almost inseparable, and she had helped him in his dark time of need. Perhaps this was a sign from the Gods that she was to reach out to someone in need once more.
Moving her sleek legs forward, quiet and slow in her advances, the filly kept a sweet expression on her features as she began her approach, soft eyes only on his own horror-stricken ones as her creamy tail swished behind her leisurely. She closed the distance to the point where she was only a few feet from him, a soft nicker in her throat as she dipped her head low, attempting to appear as friendly and passive as possible. Her gaze did not once leave him, and she refused to back down, even if he were to lash out negatively in response to her attempts at friendship. He was alone, scared, and had no one or nowhere to turn to, and to her that was the worst thing anyone could experience. She knew pain, knew loneliness and uncertainty, had felt rejection and abandonment along with grief and loss. Her life had been flipped upside down in the first six months of her existence, and it was only when she had come to Helovia had she begun to heal. This wasn't on her own of course, through the help of her friends and those who took the time to see her for who she was, she was able to accept her fate, to embrace her new life and to grow into the beautiful young lady she is now.
In retrospect, Myrrine most likely wouldn't change anything that happened to her, past or present, because she knew it made her stronger and turned her into who she is, and she kinda liked who she was. Smiling softly at her own thoughts she finally returned her focus to the man, keeping that smile present and gentle, as her lilt escaped her in hushed, soft tones, like a gentle chime riding on the wings of a butterfly," Hello there. Are you alright? Is someone coming after you? If so, I'm sure we can find a safe place to hide. Are you hurt? I know a little bit about herbs, so if there are any injuries you have I should be able to assist in tending to them. My name is Myrrine by the way, it's a pleasure to meet you sir!" She was all smiles, all sunshine and rainbows and sickenly sweet goodness that either made others melt or vomit. Not that she ever noticed such things, for she was only focused on what she did for others, not herself.
There is another coming towards him. It sends a wave of panic and he throws his head back in panic. He takes several steps back as she nickers to him. For a moment he thinks of the other tiny mare that had reached out to him. As the little creature comes closer he contemplates lingering to see what she may offer. For a flicker of a moment he is actually brave. Maitimo looks the filly in the eyes and goes completely still. Then he frantically starts to shake his head as she starts the tidal wave of questions. It becomes too much and he steps away from her, his pace quickening with each step. Paranoia takes control and all he can think is the little filyl is an agent. She is a trap meant to lower his guard and lure him to captivity. Never again. Never again will he let himself return to His grasp. The stallion throws his head back and keeps stepping backwards for the mare.
"You serve him," Maitimo says, his voice coming out weak. "I know it. Please.. Leave me alone.. I just want to be left alone." Every instinct screams for him to run but he finds himself locked in place. All he can do is stare at the filly who offers him help. No, no, there is no one who can help him he tells himself. No one who can silence the fear and anguish that has seized his mind and heart. Maitimo is trapped within the hell that has been crafted for him. Even gods turn a blind eye away from him in his suffering. The lionheart crumples beneath the weight of his anxiety and breaks down into a violent fit of tears.
For a very long moment he simply stands there and weeps. Tears fall from his cheeks and hit the ground until he finally he looks at the little filly. "I'm so alone," he whispers. "I've been alone for so long."
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All she had wanted to do was help, to relieve him of his worries and fears, but it seemed she had done the opposite, and it was all going to hell. Her eyes widened as he began to grow anxious, shaking his head and swiftly pacing away from her. Without thinking she slowly lowers her head, her body following suit at the slowest speed she can muster. Soon she's laying down in the snow, quietly waiting for him to calm down. She had spooked him, and that was enough for him to steer away and go into his head, and so she did all she could; wait. It reminded her of that day with Vincent all of those months ago, when all she did was smile at him and he balked, nearly speeding off and begging her to stay away; when he was 19hh and she had been maybe 13hh. She had somehow calmed him, showed she truly meant no harm, and since then they had been nothing but close. She missed him dearly, and often wondered where he had vanished to after the invasion, but she couldn't think about that now when there was someone who needed her. Letting her hazel eyes look at him calmly she let him speak, listening attentively and only focused on him, her brow furrowing in confusion at his accusations, but not growing offended.
Speaking low, she pressed her skull upon her legs to make herself look even smaller, speaking soothingly in a tone that was like milk and honey, "I'm sorry that I startled you Sir, I was merely trying to see if you were alright. I don't know who you are speaking of, but I can assure you the only ones I work for are the Gods of these lands. Only they can direct my path." She smiled softly, watching his every move, watching as he seemed to only spiral deeper into an abyss of sorrow and fear. Suddenly; he's crying. Tears streaming down those blue cheeks and hitting the icy snow, and all she could do was stare with concern. She longed to go to him and embrace him, to brush those tears away with her muzzle and look into those lonely eyes of his and tell him that she would be here, that she would help him should he need it; but she couldn't and it made her feel so helpless.
She took in a deep breath slowly, trying to calm herself so that she didn't make any sudden moves. She wanted to help him relax, not feel that she was the enemy. And so she watched him, her eyes filled with concern for him, and when he whispered those depressing words to her, she nearly lost it then and there. She sniffled, trying to keep her own tears away, for she hated to see anyone cry, and while curling her petite legs to her stomach she watched him, slowly lifting her head and speaking again in that tone of tenderness, "I'm so sorry that you are alone Sir... I truly am. I... I really want to help you. I will be your friend if you so wish, and if not I would be happy to just keep you company for awhile... even if it means I remain right here." She looked at him hopefully, praying that he should accept, that he should bring himself to realize that she really meant no harm. She couldn't make him though, and so she only waited, watching him patiently, silently, begging him to just accept her offer.
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