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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.
Snow was still all around her as the stormy girl moved towards the Veins of the God's. Her quest wasn't quite done yet, but the filly wanted to be close to the place she would need to go. So for now she would stop at the Rotunda to finish her quest. She still had a light limp, and the bite didn't seem to be healing well. The seeping wound would surely need medical attention after all of this was done and over with. Sighing softly she continued to hobble along her rear leg stiff and sore. Her heavy breathing caused plumes of misty smoke to billow from her muzzle. ""Just one more task, one more painful moment." Her voice a meager whisper upon the freezing air. Brow furrowed she strode on, her tracks oddly marked. Just a little more pain and she would be able to do the same to others. The thought thrilled the stormy filly. She understood why her God had given her such tasks, but she didn't care. The lesson had not done what sparky had planed. He probably thought it would scare her, make her use the magic sparingly, but that would never happen. Once she had the power the girl would go out and hunt down a fight, her first fight, and win.
Filled with determination her pace quicken to a shaky trot. Her amulet was full to the brim, thanks to that crazy chick. Zunden was still puzzled over the stranger reaction she had been given. Why had she been so frighted of her? If the other had been winged or plain it would have made sense, but she had been a unicorn. Shaking her dual horned head to clear it the filly finally made it to the Rotunda. 'Now where is be the best place to use this damn thing?' Green and yellow eyes gazed around until they found a small clearing by the stream. Stepping forward she slowly slide the amulet from around her neck allowing it to fall to the ground. Fuck this was going to hurt, she just knew it would. 'Once I go see Sparky I'll head home and find a healer.' A sigh puffed from her nostrils as she steadied herself. Boldly she raised her right front leg hoof poised to smash the full amulet.
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"Talking" 'Thinking'
A lover not a fighter on the frontline with a poem trying to write yourself a rifle, maybe sharpen up a song to fight the tanks and drones of you being alone
Today he wandered. He usually did. Most of his time is spent wandering - keen eyes searching for those in need of help. The habit stems, perhaps, from his time as an angel but it's never something he's ever really thought about. It's as though his legs have a mind of their own. Little did he know just how needed he (and his healing magic) would be today. His hooves crunch in the snow, his legs churning in a graceful and easy stride as he heads southwest from the Falls and out into the wilds of Helovia. His massive wings are tucked snugly against his sides, like a jacket to shield him from the cold. Tall and lean, he travels fairly quickly with his companion flying overhead.
As he nears the Ancient Rotunda, he sees her. The girl moved with a limp and his blue gaze immediately dropped to her rear leg. The wound was obvious, perhaps more-so to a healer like himself, so he inched closer - quietly, allowing naught but the puff of his breath to give him away. He watched her carefully when she stopped, watched as she slid something from around her neck and watched as she lifted a hoof and stood with it poised above the amulet. His brow furrowed, curiosity getting the better of him. "Hello there." he greets her, easily projecting his deep voice across the space between them. The healer moves then, closing the gap and allowing his gaze to drift down to the wound on her leg. The closer he got, though, the less he needed his vision to confirm what his nose had already determined. Her wound had begun to fester.
That alone meant that he wouldn't be walking away.
Not without healing her first.
His blue eyes returned to the girl's face, not bothering to hide his concern. "That wound of yours needs a healer's touch." he says, unflinching. The lightness in his eyes doesn't fade in the unicorn's presence (he never did fear them like others here did - perhaps that was a mistake and perhaps it would be his demise but so be it). A small smile curls the corners of his lips before he adds, "It just so happens that I could help you with that." Joy surges through his heart with the notion. He longed to be of use but he did his best work like this - helping and healing those he simply stumbled upon. Standing around while the healers taught him about various herbs and their uses was well and good but it just wasn't where he shined.
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She stood poised to smash the amulet bracing herself for the pain she was sure to come. How did lightning feel? She wondered if the clouds flinched when light crackled between them. Maybe that was why there was thunder; clouds screaming their pain. She closed her eyes for a moment ready to strike when a voice called out. Ears flicked back to catch the greeting but her head remained aimed forward. There was no fear in the girl, maybe that would get her killed one day, but she didn't care. Fear was not something she would allow herself to show, much less feel. Of course that couldn't be true, she would feel fear, one day. Fear for herself, her brother, or a babe she would one day birth. That was in the future though, this was now. Her muzzle quivered nostrils dilating allowing her to know it was a stallion. He smelt strong, well cared for, and of water. Was he from her mother's herd? It didn't matter, she didn't care.
Finally he strode into her line of sight. The wings caught her attention causing her green and gold eyes to narrow slightly. There was no need to be hasty though. He gazed at her dark grey face and her bright eyes tried to catch his as he spoke. She wanted to know what he thought would be in it for him. She watched him carefully as he questioned her leg, then offered to help. Zunden wasn't much for help, but if she didn't seek it soon, she feared the worst. Even the young mare could feel it getting worse, could smell the infection. Instead of her usual sharp voice she softened it so it was almost friendly, almost. "I'll accept your offer, but first I must smash this amulet. You might want to step back so you don't get zapped to." A wicked thought of cracking it with him so near fizzled through her dark brain. Sure the look on his handsome face would be funny, but he might not be so willing to help her if she zapped him for no reason.
She waited a few moments for him to either back away or stay there, either way didn't matter to her. Eyes closed as she threw her foot down. A sharp crack sent a wave of nauseating pain rushing through her. Her body stiffened all at once, causing ever single muscle to spasm all at once. Teeth slammed shut with an audible click, as her bright eyes flew open. A yelp of pain whistled through her muzzle. As soon as it started it all stopped. Her dual horned head dropped as she panted her body quaking all of her muzzles throbbing. After a few gasping breaths the girl raised her eyes back to the much taller golden painted stallion. Her eyes pleaded for him to help her now. Talk
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The soul that lives within my chest
Just won't allow me to turn out like the rest
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A lover not a fighter on the frontline with a poem trying to write yourself a rifle, maybe sharpen up a song to fight the tanks and drones of you being alone
He couldn't say he'd ever encountered a situation quite like this before. As he approached, she barely moved at all; only her ears flicked back on her skull towards him - hinting at signs of life. In that moment, he almost wondered if she was somehow frozen in that particular position but that conclusion seemed rather unlikely. Which only served to draw him in more. As he shifts closer, careful to appear neutral to the mare, he inhales deeply. His nostrils flaring as he samples the air, testing it, though what he finds is not highly unusual. The horned girl smells of the north. For a pegasus, he has spent a fair amount of time in the frigid north. Never trespassing on the Basin, no, but he has gone as far as the northern reaches of the Steppe. Contrary to the tales he'd been told upon his arrival to Helovia, he's never once been harassed or messed with for going so far north. Not that he'd ever gone looking for trouble. He is far too old for that nonsense.
The girl's demeanor is cautious at best, standoffish at worst. Not one to assume the worst in anyone, he took her slightly narrowed gaze and barely friendly voice as signs of caution. Caution stemming from her wounded leg, perhaps. He met her mismatched gaze when she sought his - trying, perhaps, to make it clear that he only wanted to help. Listening carefully to her words, he merely nods and steps backwards enough to increase the space between them. It didn't matter how badly he wanted to find out why she was going to smash the amulet or how much he longed to help her - something in her tone told him that it didn't matter what he said or did, she is going to follow this through. He watches wearily, concern clear upon his features, as her eyes close and her hoof slams down on the amulet with a loud crack. The girl visibly stiffens all over for a few brief moments - it was quick, though to him it felt agonizingly long. With the festering wound on her leg, she was in no shape to be inflicting more damage upon herself.
He didn't wait for her eyes to plead for his help before he moved towards her. The tall and lean pegasus moved swiftly to her side while she gasped for breath. With immense focus, he pulls forth the light and sends it to her heart and brain. The warm, soothing light healing away the damage from the shock. His focus is so intense and the damage unlike anything he'd ever encountered before, sent a sharp pain up his spine and into his head. The feeling of pressure in his skull is so strong that his vision temporarily narrows. As the light fades, the throbbing in his head becomes more consistent, sending little waves of nausea into the pit of his stomach. Refusing to let it hinder him, he returns his attention to the young mare, the blue of his gaze meeting the green and gold of hers. "Are you alright?" he asks, barely able to hide the strain in his voice. Although weakened, he stood tall and after a few moments, he turned his attention to her leg. Despite the pounding in his head, he seeks the light and pulls it forth. He focuses, sending it to the festering wound on her leg. A glowing light forms over her wound and around that section of her leg - it's soothing warmth killing the infection and healing it to the point of a fresh scar. This was simpler, more akin to what he's used to dealing with but the previous injury weakened him. He can feel a liquid seeping from his nostrils but what he can't see is the blood oozing, dripping, and staining the soft flesh above his upper lip. "There. As good as new. Well, except for the scar." he says proudly, though his voice betrays his exhaustion. With a small nod of his head, he looks her over once more then steps back to give her some space.
Healing, for him, had always come with a cost. Taking damage onto himself always seemed completely worth it, however, so he'd never found reason to complain. That was always what he'd wanted - to take away their pain.
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