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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.
11-20-2015, 02:34 PM (This post was last modified: 11-20-2015, 02:36 PM by Bucephalus.)
Bucephalus the Morningstar
They came on the heels of the night, the fire of sunset blazing in their eyes. Azeeza was hard-pressed to outfly her beloved, four pairs of dark wings heralding in the night even as they tried to outrace it's shade. "Home!" The cry of Azeeza's delight trilled through the air in screech and the dark stallion's thoughts in words, and with a surge of feathers and power, Bucephalus surged higher, spirit and soul light, burden of darkness forgotten and abandoned in the wake of homecoming.
He climbed, spiraling over the sands of the Throat, dancing with the wind and with the small raptor who shared his tainted soul and judged him not. Together they wheeled, ascending into the sky on thermals from the land below, and higher they flew, delight unrestrained.
They knew not the welcome they would recieve
They knew not what waited, what would happen
They did not care.
As one, bird and pegasus folded their wings, surrendering to the brutal grip of gravity as it cast them down from the heavens. Closer came the windblown sands, reaching to crush and shatter the delicate bones of the winged beings as they fell.
Bucephalus felt the tightness in his throat, and a wild laugh was snatched from the wind before he snapped open his wings, drag jerking him, straining the pinions that kept him aloft. Azeeza pulled up beside him, fluttering away with the swiftness of a striking snake as the dark stallion descended at a much less breakneck pace, hooves pawing at air until solid earth greeted him.
Cantering, he circled, wings fanning the air, itching to take once more to the sky and hurtle himself across the land, to the tree that served as his bed, to the herd that he could not bring himself to harm. Azeeza dove, landing with ease on her beloved's withers, shifting in place until the stallion folded his wings. Refined features lifted, ears pricked as he looked to the south, tension and dread beginning to replace the freedom and joy that had occupied him so completely merely moments prior. They did not know who would greet themm, who had seen their aerial display, did not know whether or not the sands would truly become their home once more.
Now, they cared.
Now, they worried.
"Speech."
"Azeeza"
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Silently, the maiden waded in the shallows off of the Dragon’s Throat, letting the cool water swirl around her fetlocks. Even as evening fell, it provided little relief from the scorching summer sun, but without trees there was not much to be done apart from flying to the mainland for some shade. How she missed the damp embrace of the dark wood in the Edge! Even at Tallsun’s worst, the Edge had never been as unbearably uncomfortable as this godsforsaken desert. Moodily, she shook a sweaty strand of hair from her neck.
But who was she to pout? Nasreen asked herself as she plodded through the waves, following the shoreline. They had offered her a home here, after all, and without them she’d surely be lost. She should be more grateful, she scolded herself. Still…in her time here, the girl had made few friends, and her only contribution to the herd was common footsoldiering for seasonal patrols. Her new home had held the promise of so much more, yet here she was, feeling as empty and alone as an outcast. Confused, the mare kicked a hoof across her reflection in the sea, sending droplets flying like shattered crystal.
Nasreen didn’t know what caused her to look up; perhaps it was the far-off cry of a hawk, or perhaps it was Fate itself that drew her eyes to the sky. Either way, she couldn’t believe what she saw. She had stopped watching the horizon long ago, but now that the silhouette that she had so eagerly awaited had actually appeared…her thoughts trailed off as she watched the stallion swoop into one of his trademark dives and her stomach did likewise. Bucephalus was back.
She did not understand what spurred her into a full gallop as his hooves touched the sand, shooting to meet him like an arrow fired from the east. But she was running, her own hooves barely skimming the ground as she rushed up to meet him, breathless and a bit dazed. When she halted before him and the hawk that perched so gracefully upon his shoulders, she found that she didn’t know what to say—what could she say, after all, when she couldn’t make sense of all the feelings that were suddenly vying for attention in her brain? And so she settled with next-to-nothing, doing her best to keep her grey gaze distant as she commented, “You’re back?” Though she hadn’t intended it to, it came out as a question rather than a greeting. And now something behind the clear silver eyes flickered, and they sought the stallion’s gold stare for the first time in seasons, wondering if this time, he would stay.
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