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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.
To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars
Silence in the meadow.
No shouts broke the night; no voices save the voice of the wind as it whispered through the grass and the thistle. Above, the moon held court in the sky surrounded by her banner of stars. On this crisp and cloudless night they danced and shined their hardest but could never surpass her brilliancy. So bright was the celestial hoard that it seemed they should have sang out an anthem glory but as always they were hushed.
The faerie girl was silent too.
Any who knew her would think that strange, but there was no song for her to sing when her heart was joyless. She stood alone in the soft sweep of the meadow with her eyes lifted to the moon. Aisling thought not of how beautiful it was, as she once would have, but of how cold if looked, how far away. Across that distance its light set her pale frame glowing against the purple birdsong swathe, but she did not laugh or play or sing out to the stars for they were not the cheerful company they once had been.
She’d been alone before but never lonely. A year past since she had set out from home and she had always kept good cheer but the winter had taken that from her. It had been cold and empty and left her feeling much the same and spring had yet to works its magic. Day after day she wandered, and with no distractions the little mare’s disappointment had fed off itself and run away from her control; and what a disappointment Helovia was… No sooner had she made friends then they had gone. Kvothe and Finn and the promise of a family in their troupe of travelers had been so sweet but it had been months since she’d seen hide or hair of either.
She’d thought herself a gypsy, a wanderer and had done so well when the weather was fair, but when summer had faded and winter’s grip closed she’d had no shelter from the cold, so laughs and smiles to warm her. And now the little singer had no song, only the pale moon and far-away stars.
Imma let you finish, but something really important just came up.
I notice her, all standing by her lonesome, because I have working eyes and in the not-really-winter not-really-spring night she’s all pale white and shit so she stands out. I stand out too, you know, but that which makes my coat unique is a little less noticeable. Nighttime sucks for that, no one trulyu gets to admire the way white fades to bubblegum pink on my points. The dark hours should be spent cuddling with that special someone, or several special someones. I preferred the latter, you know, but there's nothing wrong with just one cuddle buddy either.
I wonder what she's doing here, when she should be snuggling up to one or several of her preferred gender, and I don't really know why but I feel sad looking at her. Which I am not a big fan of, if you didn't know. I bring happiness and joy to all those around me and sadness is not allowed in this world when I'm around. Just ask the Basin, I asked them to outlaw scowls the other day.
Shoulda seen the reaction I got - buncha law breakers they are. Ashamin would have smiled.
Anyway so now I'm here and it's pretty obvious what I have to do. Oh yeah, it's happening. I'm going to go say hi. To a stranger. Ohhh man.
For a split second I thought about approaching quietly, because it's a pretty quiet evening, and then I laugh because I remember who I am. "Miss!! Miss!!"
I never understood how horses can be graceful. I am several hundred pounds of fat and sugar so pretty sure my approach was obvious - trotting through the meadow to get to her as fast as those little pink legs would carry me. I'm aiming to come stand beside her because now I'm curious about what she's looking at? The sky??? But I'll ask about that later.
"Oh miss, I'm so glad I found you!" I finally get out, breathing heavily with the strain of those 30 seconds of activity.
08-29-2015, 05:36 PM (This post was last modified: 08-29-2015, 06:59 PM by Aisling.
Edit Reason: so many typos and tense-shifts D:
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To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars
Even in her melancholy, the faerie girl was a dreamer, and standing there staring at the moon was exactly what one of her tragic heroines would do. There was a part in every story where all seemed lost; where the looming clouds of doom seemed like they would linger forever and all was hopeless. It was then, the princess would make a wish, or cast a spell, or do something terribly beautiful and tragic and then would come the sun, metaphorically or literally. Aisling always like the stories where the break in the darkness meant the coming of a dashing hero (for they were always dashing) to save the day.
The silence of the night is broken abruptly and the the little white mare jumpes in surprise. She moves, her sturdy little hooves fidgety with fright as she spins her hindquarters around so she can face the sound. The shout had not come from a nightbeast or any approaching army, but in fact a unicorn, just about her size, who glows in the moonlight just as bright as herself as he approaches her.
The red-maned man comes to stand beside her and speaks as if he had met her before and that has the mare blinking rapidly in surprise and pulling her head back before stating out of storm-grey eyes. “Creideamh!” the curse comes out quiet and breathless as she glances behind to see if there might be some other that he was speaking to but there only the shifting grass and darkness. “Ah.. are ye?” she asks, still quite uncertain, turning her face back toward the little stallion. Her long braid swayes with the motion, ribbons dancing at the end of it.
Normally pleased by any new company, the shock of the man’s approach and his form of address has the girl momentarily in shock, not to mention she was distracted by some cool, delightful smell. “Would there be something the matter? It’s sorry I am, but I don’t believe we’ve met.” Her sweet little little lilt was still fuzzy with confusion and dimmed by her melancholy mood, but in her heart the little flicker started; the faerie girl shined brightest in good company.
e d e n if you were to leave, fulfill someone else's dreams, I think I might be totally lost
The pale mare slipped into the meadow, feeling triumphant in her endeavors. She was beginning to find her way around the northern part of Helovia with ease. She wasn't particularly gifted at finding her way around at all, but she was learning to the best of her abilities. Eden had quite a bit of time on her hooves, so wandering around, adventuring, and making a mental map of her home seemed to be a decent way to waste it.
Eden surveyed the meadow, unused to seeing it at night. The meadow seemed to be so alive despite the moon's presence. Across the way were two figures, chatting, it seemed. They piqued her curiosity. The meadow wasn't too terribly far from the Basin, so she deemed it possible that the pair could be one of her acquaintances.
She crossed the meadow swiftly, approaching the two figures. Upon closer inspection, Eden realized the duo were sort of...tiny and definitely not her acquaintances. She slowed her approach, second guessing her decision to greet them. She was too close to turn around, they had likely already seen her. To leave now would be rude. Eden suppressed a groan, she wasn't willing to put her reputation (if she had one) just because she didn't feel like socializing. She deduced that the tiny two wouldn't be a threat for obvious reasons. She amused herself with thoughts of the two aggressively running into her side then falling over, like hitting a wall.
Eden stepped up to the two, a smile on her lips. One was a stallion, his white coat gleaming and dripping with red accents. He smelled of peppermint and intrigued Eden. The other was a mare, her coat a pale color as well, though she lacked the minty scents of the other one. "Fellow night owls, I presume?" Eden questioned the duo with a flick of her tail. "My name's Eden."
Okay so I guess my entrance was probably a little confusing or something. I really didn’t intend that (haha totally did) but the result is entertaining. I mean granted, there are preferred methods for greeting someone as adorable as myself but what are you going to do. I haven’t had time to train this delightful creature yet. Have I mentioned how she’s almost my size? My size!!! I can’t really remember if I’ve met anyone so close to the perfect height before so I’m pretty excited about it. I’m trying to be subtle about it. But I imagine she’s probably thinking the same thing - ‘man that sugary-sweet, handsome fella is a gorgeous specimen of 13 hands’.
Oh yeah, that’s definitely what was going through her head.
She asked if something was the matter which was just so cute of her. “What? Oh nothing’s wrong, sweetie. I’m just really glad I ran into you.” Cue a winning smile. The smile sticks around, of course, because I am fortunate enough that someone else came across our merry little gathering just a couple moments later.
She’s taller than me and Moonsugar (you know because her coat shines like… sugar... under the moon... okay I can do better) over there but I’m not about to turn away a gorgeous lady just because she’s tall. “You got it, sugar! Night owls we are.” Which is a really weird phrase because aren’t most owls night owls? Why the need to specify? Wouldn’t the term ‘owl’ work just fine? “Pleasure to meet you, Eden.” What a delightful name, this paradise mare. “My name is Johnny.” Green eyes, bright with a grin because what ELSE am I going to do when surrounded by two lovely maries, slide over the first, near-perfect-height mare and I wonder if she’ll excuse my odd entrance and join in the conversation. I certainly hope so!
11-05-2015, 12:19 PM (This post was last modified: 11-05-2015, 12:20 PM by Aisling.)
To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars
It was a passing strange feeling, to suddenly be confronted with such relaxed and easy happiness, when she had just moments before been determinedly engrossed in her melancholy. She eyed minty stag with a curiosity. His happiness seemed to come from nowhere but it was an infectious thing. Glad to see her even though they had never met before? The faerie though it such a charming notion, like maybe it was fate that they had come across each other, or perhaps that had indeed met before but only in a dream. A shy little smile began to tug at her lips but before she could speak again they matched set of ponies was joined by a taller mare.
The second unicorn introduced herself with a smile and Aisling gave a nod of hello. “A night-creature I am as often as not. ‘Tis the best time for watching the stars. Blessed evening to you, Eden.” She turned back to Johnny when he gave his name and finally smiled in earnest. When his green eyes moved in her direction, the meeting of gazes forced a soft bubble of laughter up from her belly. “I am glad to have run into you, too Johnny, my name is Aisling.”
Is that really all it takes to banish sadness? A friendly face who is happy to see you? The God of Sun might have been right to send me on this quest of mine, even if I’ve been neglecting it, emotions are strange things. She pondered for a moment, letting the smile on her lips sink down into her heart. The hope and happiness of meeting new friends was a warming comfort against the coldness of losing old ones. “Three pale creatures, meeting under a bright moon… sounds like the start of a good song to me, though perhaps it would add to the poetry of it if I had a horn upon my head like the both of you. Are ye both wanderers as well?”
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