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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.
It's almost a blur in my head.. Which memories are mine and which belong to others? What is my name? The slightest touch and I am greeted by a wave of other's lives. I see their sufferings, their joys, their triumphs, and their losses. I lose myself amongst the lives of others.. The colt I was drifts amongst the flood of images that I carry with me. In my wanderings I become no one yet everyone. Who am I? I don't want memories.. I don't want others identities.. I want mine. Then it dawns on me.. I am reminded.. It's a subtle thing really.. A whisper rather than a shout. A gentle caress that turns my mind towards my true self.
I am Kari. I am Kari and I am from Helovia... Where is Helovia though? What is this place that drifts through my mind over and over again? Hmm.. Both names linger in my mind until I find it.. Until I find this Helovia. So I fly for what seems like years, though I know it is mere weeks. My sheer desperation to find myself again makes me impatient. In those weeks, though, I remember.. I remember my mother and I remember my home. The Throat.. The hot desert sands..
The Threshold.. Yes, that is what this place is. I seek out that familiar scent of the sands and desert. I seek out the Throat. Perhaps faces there might bring to light my full identity beyond the snippets I've dragged from my polluted mind. Perhaps I might find Mother.. Oh mother how long it has been.. I am more a man than a boy now, and I can't help but ponder if she'll lament over the wasted years.. Will she weep for the boy that has lost her name amongst the thousands of identities he carries? .. Is my mother even the type to weep?
HP:42.5 Helovia Hard Mode
Permission granted at all times to use magic and violence on Kari
11-28-2015, 04:54 AM (This post was last modified: 11-28-2015, 04:55 AM by Rift.)
This is something
All or nothing
RIFT
The wind tangled his locks as hew flew, their scarlet strands streaming out behind him and flashing in the sun. He had spent the morning exploring the Dragon's Throat, strolling about those ruby sands and following the various scent trails that they held. Now, as the sands clung to his coat and matted at his mane and tail, the chestnut lad realized that the Throat had finally started to feel like home to him.
He had accepted Gaucho as his sovereign, the antlered stallion with his thick voice and kind words. A smile spread over his lips at the thought of his introduction to the flame-winged Sultan; how nervous he had been in the face of such a noble soul and how proud he was now to hail from such a united family of equines, pegasi, and unicorns alike.
As he neared the Threshold, his most familiar haunt, Rift spied a splash of color amongst the emerald and beige. Invisible brow raising in interest, the lanky stallion tilted his wings and altered his course toward the earth. Landing softly and folding his wings slowly to his side so as not to kick up any debris at the equine, Rift nodded a few times in greeting before speaking.
"Hello and well met, stranger! I am Rift, I hail from the Dragon's Throat. Are you new to Helovia, lost, or both?" His voice was jovial and welcoming as he politely assessed the alicorn that stood before him. The strangers' form was limned in silver, feathered and lithe and carefully sculpted by both genetics and activity. Scuffing a front hoof against the soft green mosses layering the earth, Rift waited patiently for a reply.
I can make out a new figure and both my ears perk up. He bears wings, like myself.. I am quiet, simply watching and waiting. When he introduces himself I dip my head ever so slightly, yet I can't help but perk up at the mention of Throat.. Home. Is Mother waiting for me? Is she there ready to embrace her son? If only I knew her name.. I shove her to the side of my mind as I have to dig again, to pull out my name. It takes several momnts before I know for sure it is my own name, and not anothers. How easy it is to lose myself within the confines of my mind.. There are too many selves here. Too many identities. Even if they are not my own.. They are still pieces that I carry.. Just as much me as me is... Now I wonder if that makes any sense. Me as me is? That does not even sound like proper English.... Oh bother.. That's right.. Introductions... Must introduce myself.. Who am I? I have to start the process of unwinding myself again. I have to dig deep into my mind and I find myself again..
"Kari," I says softly. I shift the tip of my leonine tail, and spread out my wings a bit. "I-I'm not lost actually.." I shift my weight from side to side, suddenly feeling a bit shy. "I'm.. I was from the Dragon's Thraot. I came back to Helovia so I can come home.. I also am hoping to find my mother." Maybe this man knows her. If anyon can help me piece together the scattered fragments my mother can. I can only go under assumption on what he's here for.. So I step toward him, careful to keep enough distance so I don't dare touch. My mind doesn't need to carry yet another identity inside of it.
"Could you lead me home?" I ask with a gentle voice. "I am eager to return and I.. I don't remember the way. I have not been here since I was very young." I shift nervously, or.. Do I shift eagerly? I'm not precisely sure. All I do know is that I wish to be on my way.. I wish to see this Throat.. I want to go Home
The stallion's head cocked to the side as he considered the silvery lad, something about the way that he shifted and searched for words ringing a bell to Rift's own past. Narrowing his eyes ever so slightly, so that the figure before him began to blur, Rift saw it; the child before him looked much like his childhood friend, Mnemosyne. Everything from the wings to the silvery sheen of his coat matched up with Rift's memory, causing his tongue to feel thick and useless, a dead thing in his jaws.
Kari. His name is Kari.
With a forced cough and a slight shake of his head, Rift focused once more on the matter at hand. The words that poured forth were timid and unsure, causing the sunset stallion's heart to ache with empathy. Mnemosyne had lost her way and her family as well, her mind betraying her just as her spirit did in their last days together. Rift blinked rapidly, the fog of his past threatening to engulf him within it's syrupy grasp.
"Hello, Kari. Welcome back home." Rift's words were halting and strained, as if there was something lodged in his throat (there was, all five million of his feelings), "Yes, I can lead you home. Can you fly?" He had turned his shoulder away and spread his wings in preparation for take off, his mind still relatively murky.
Hopefully the pair could make it home before the anxiety took the helm.
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HP:42.5
