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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 trees were just as thick as they had been when the stallion had left Helovia. The birds called out to each other longingly as their internal clocks clicked away the minutes. Beside him the black and brown dog stood tall and proud as he watched the tasty birds fluttering above them. Saliva filled the predator's mouth as a growl rumbled from his large throat. 'Hungry I hunt.' Daemyn smiled down at his almost full grown beast. 'Stick close though.' Another growl answered his request as the stallion stood in the small clearing. They had both grown more than he realized while they had traveled back to his first home. New, still pink, scars covered his body. Revenge was sweeter than he had ever expected it to be. The stupid king had fallen to his power, and his home had been restored. The bay had stuck around long enough to find a suitable ruler, someone that would take care of the herd with her power and grace. Yes, he had picked a mare to take over his old home. She was clever, gentle, yet firm, and powerful. Akilia would make sure everyone was well taken care of and protected.
The man shook the thoughts away as amethyst eyes watched the trees watching for the equines he knew would come. Someone was always haunting these woods searching for someone else to join their herd. A lazy smile crossed his face as the powerhouse cocked his rear right leg. Even though he felt stronger his abilities with mares was still horrible. Akilia had been different though, it had been easy to converse with her. Maybe it had been the purpose he had felt while following up on his hunch. Either way he still had a long with to go when it came to girls.
Thoughts of blood and gore crossed his brain causing him to build a barrier between him and the canine. He had done enough hunting for the dog when he was a pup. Somethings would never change with the male pair. Even so Mato was very different than he had been as a puppy. Instead of the sweet fun loving fuzz ball he had been, the male was grumpy and standoffish. Daemyn on the other had was almost exactly the same as he had been, besides the fact he felt bolder. Turning back to his thoughts the stallion wondered how the beautiful Nayati was doing. His heart flipped as he thought of her stunning white and scarlet speckled pelt. Sighing heavily he tucked the thoughts away for later. He would find her one day and try to tell her how he felt. Right now he had to find a family to protect. Taking a deep breath as the black adn brown crept from the trees he called out announcing he was there and ready to come home.
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10-05-2015, 11:05 AM (This post was last modified: 10-06-2015, 09:20 AM by Imonada.)
Tallsun light in its sovereign season filters haphazardly through the breeze-tousled canopy arched overhead to dance in dappled geometry across the forest floor. A few shafts, undisturbed, sparkle with dust motes as they shear through the bush, contouring Imonada's lean figure in bright highlights and deep shadows; her Arabesque ancestry translucent, displayed in fine sloped ridges and articulate symmetry. It's there in her sleek neck, too, as it easily stretches to accommodate her foraging amongst the low-laying thicket. Large, loose-petaled flowers in varying shades of canary yellow are being snatched up methodically with clean nips at their stems, each colorful head disappearing quickly into her mouth. Not normally one for mindless grazing, the little blossoms provide her an extra treat in addition to their savory syrupy nectar; a heady astir buzz not unlike one gifted by caffeine. For an addict such as this small flightless pegasus, who wasn't merely drawn to particular effects but also the promise of alteration to her sensitive perceptions, she took her game just about anywhere.
About ready to devour another hapless bloom, a faint growl abruptly stops her instead. Instantly, tension tightens her muscles across the board, her relaxation swirling down the drain as it is milked away by apprehension. Jerking her head up toward the direction of the sound, ears forward and straining, acuity silencing the joyous twinkle of wind and the serenading birdsong, the area falls victim to her nimble survey -- but through the palisade of the trees, she only catches a glimpse of thick flaxen hair set in lazy waves, complimented by a swatch of sunkissed hide splattered with droplets of white like paint flecked from a brush, before the stallion calls out and announces himself with movement to match.
She stays back within the shelter of knitted copse to gauge the situation at first, blatantly eyeing his sturdy form in an informative pursuit -- with, perhaps, a bit of appreciation for his size and exceptional build, a fine embodiment of masculinity she could not help but admire. His dark companion, too, is duly and respectfully noted as she cherry-picks the preferable options of reaction off the conveyor of ideas, before forging ahead with a decision. A soft, ghostly nicker wafts through the heavy summer air, greeting Daemyn as Imonada finally reveals herself to him; a black mare, long wings primed to flex out in customary heralding, her tender expression full of curiosity and wariness.
10-16-2015, 02:47 AM (This post was last modified: 10-18-2015, 11:38 PM by Daemyn.)
They stood silently among the trees waiting eagerly for a Helovian to meet them. Daemyn knew he needed to go back to the Hidden Falls, find his leaders and explain why he had left. Not to mention the beefy stallion had to ask for forgiveness, beg that they understand the position he had been in. There just wasn't anyway he could leave his old herd to such a young prick. Mato woofed softly drawing the speckled bay back to his surroundings. 'Is another.' Ears swiveled until he picked up the sound of another lurking not to far away.
Instead of panicking the stallion merely shifted his weight to all four hooves waiting for whatever this new person was going to do. To his great surprise amethyst eyes caught sight of a tiny jet black mare stepped from the shadows. 'No wonder I couldn't see her Mato.' The dog nodded once hazel eyes glued on the mare. There was mistrust in the fuzzy hound's face and eyes as he surveyed the puny mare. Daemyn carefully instructed the beast not to attack her for no reason. He snarled for a moment his shinny white teeth flashing in the sun.
As he braced to speak he felt the familiar tingle of unease and embarrassment taking hold of his heart. Swallowing the lump in his throat the stallion let his gravely voice ring out, "Hello Miss, please rest easy, we mean no ill harm. My name is Daemyn and this," he paused to nod down at the black and tan, "Is Mato." He smiled softly as he gazed down at her tiny frame. He wondered how old she really was as purple eyes gazed quickly over her body. She did not hold the air of a foal, but more of grace and etched beauty of a full grown mare. He smiled softly and dipped his head respectfully. He knew he should say more, but was unable to speak in front of the pretty ebony mare. Instead he stood in silence cocking his rear right once more. Mato on the other hand had his fuzzy mane standing erect upon his neck. Dropping his large head the dog crept forward slowly nose quivering drawing in her scent. 'Falls.' The dog halted and sat between the two eyes never leaving the newcomer.
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10-25-2015, 10:43 AM (This post was last modified: 10-25-2015, 10:43 AM by Imonada.)
Instinctively, Imonada's long, velvety ears, dark and fuzzy, swivel backward and lay prone against her poll when Mato sneers at her, but her expression remains fixed. She considers pacing over to the canine and offering her snout to sniff as a peace-offering, but even as a small horse she worried her approach would be interpreted as aggression, so she opts instead for displaying good will and welcoming to ease everyone.
Somewhat humble but endlessly patient, she allows Daemyn to soak her in from that polite distance she characteristically maintains with acquaintances, graciously and quietly accepting appraisals, adopting a bit of a prim and demure positioning; feet paired and mirroring one another, her posture straight and just shy of military, with her tail lifted and tilted to allow the black silkstream of thick hair to flutter like ribbons around her lean legs. Those fabulous wings of her neatly folded away and stored at her sides like cherished treasures, uneven. A fit figure she cuts, attempting to convey reception and approachability through sloe-eyed aesthetics.
Unbeknownst to him, it was a result of carefully calculated reasoning, for the ideal effect.
""Tis quite alright, sir." As if to emphasize, her lips curl at the corners delightfully in a friendly, toothy smile that bares pearly caps all in a neat row. With Cobra coursing hot through her veins, she felt in control. On top of the world. Feeling, sensing everything, from the way her own breath ghosted warm out her nose, to the heat of the sun laid across her backside and felt by every centimeter stretch of highly sensitive skin, to the fine distinction between the legitimate canticle of a ocher orchard oriole and that of the answering counterfeit of a mockingbird, to the way the ground was exceptionally soft and yielding beneath her hooves. A collage of infinite awareness filtered through content.
"My name is Imonada. I work under Knox at the Hidden Falls." She relied heavily on intuition; in this case, being reticent felt pointless, if not counterproductive. What was the purpose of hoarding secrets and information if it was never to be employed? Besides, her allegiance and role weren't classified. "It is nice to meet you, Daemyn. And you, too, Mato. Tell me, do you two have a place to stay? The Threshold is not for camping."
Amethyst eyes watched the short mare carefully as she stood erect and proper. Was she a warrior of some sort? He wondered how such a small framed Pegasus could hold that kind of position. Surely she held some other kind of place within the Falls. Curious calm gaze drifted to try and meet her's; even her eyes were black as coal. Mato sat between them allowing his ruff to slowly lay flat along his back. He still wasn't excited to be back among other equines, but this one didn't seem to mean any harm.
Hazel eyes watched the mare as his head tilted slightly to the right. 'She seems good enough, and I'm sure she will agree to bring us back to our family.' His thoughts were calm and relaxed as he tired to ease the tension in the large dog. Her words were warm and calm as she drew him back to her. "He isn't really used to being around others." He returned her bright smile happily. His own stunning alabaster teeth flashing in the sun light.
His light bay and white speckled pelt warmed by bright Tallsun sun. He smiled calmly down at the mare. She seemed just as content as he did, just to stand there. Alas, the introductions were not over as she continued. He knew how recruiting in the Threshold worked, and he was fine with every word she had to offer. He smiled once more as she once more agreed that she was from the Hidden Falls. He nodded although he had no idea who Knox was. "It's a pleasure Imonada." He could feel his nerves rising as he spoke in his bass pitched voice.
Purple eyes turned to his hound for support. Mato stood and walked calmly back to his bonded and leaned upon his sturdy legs. If it wasn't for Mato Daemyn might not have been able to carry on. "We once lived in the Hidden Falls, under Kaj and Archibald. We would be happy if we could return to our home." Taking a deep breath he turned his gaze back to the mare hope simmering in his heart.
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10-31-2015, 07:58 PM (This post was last modified: 10-31-2015, 07:58 PM by Imonada.)
Her carefully crafted image breaks apart gradually as she relaxes, becoming sincerely personable; the growing ease inside reflecting back upon her worldly surface, her dusky eyes scanning the violet pools of his own. Such lovely eyes... "Well, then I will respect his boundaries," she supplies, with a slight dip of her narrow chin. The furtive exchange between the stallion and his companion elicits a nearly imperceptible tilt of her head as she watches with quiet, sparkling interest. It concerns her, as paranoid as she is sometimes, and she quickly prepares herself for a bomb to be dropped -- but all he does is tell her that Hidden Falls was his home, too, albeit a tad shyly. She lets loose breath she did not even know she was holding and her face brightens in response to his admission. "Good! We can all head back together." Her normally casual, smokey voice has taken on an airy and clarion measure of delight; she enjoyed others and their company, even if for the wrong reasons sometimes.
"I won't lie; I am new to Helovia. Well newish. I was chased out my home last winter and wound up here in Birdsong. Brisa took me in, do you know her? Very kind, very white." She angles away and motions back where she had come in a clear suggestion, framed in the natural archway of two gnarled beech trees paired together and liberally draped with a pelt of glossy vines. "Come on, both of you." Scaly clouds in the pale periwinkle sky creep over the sun with a tepid stream of wind, bringing the day's heat to heel. It will be a nice, cozy evening for their upcoming journey. Pleased with the knowledge, her encouragement lacks true urgency.
"I want to grab flowers for someone, at some point. What brings you back to this land, if you don't mind me asking?"