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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 dark. Cold, too, but the chill doesn't bother me. It's too dark for me to up and about at this hour, but I don't think I care. I'm too tired and too far away from where I live (feels strange to call it home) to fly back now. I let out a smoky sigh, shaking my head back and forth. This place didn't seem too bad, so I suppose it wouldn't hurt to sleep here for a night.
I wondered, briefly, if my mother would be worried. I'm an adult and all, but after being gone so long, she's trying to make up for lost time. If I were a foal at this moment in time and spent a night away from her side, she would tear down Helovia looking for me, I think. I'm no foal anymore, though. Would she ever have more children as a way to make up for how she fucked up raising Shida and me? I doubt it, but the thought remains. I don't think I would care unless she forgot about us. Then I'd care. Strangely enough, we could totally get pregnant and have kids at the same time. That would be weird.
My thoughts were now whirling with 'what if' scenarios. Sleep tugged at my eyelids, not helping me slow down my thoughts. I sat beneath a large tree, leaning up against it's trunk. For a while, I just sat there and pondered my thoughts. Gradually my thoughts did quiet, and I fell into a blissful sleep under the tree...
The vixen runs on pale paws, her time is almost up. They’re coming for her, they’ll be here soon. With every step she bounds, the blood from her wounds staining her alabaster fur red. She trips, rolling head over tail through the forest, spattering blood on the trees, the branches, and the grass. The vixen finds her footing, breaking back into her run, though she is slowed even further.
The knife she carried between her jaws had been placed hilt down in it’s sheath. She had stabbed herself. But there is no time to waste, the vixen can’t let them get a hold of the knife.
Then they’ll know…
Her mahogany eyes dart around wildly, rapidly, looking for a solution as she limp-runs around trees and fallen branches. She is almost numb to the pain. Though excruciating, it is no worse than what they will do to her and her family if she is caught.
But then she sees it. Her savior. A pale cream figure, large dark wings, and a horn. It is curled up on the forest floor, supposedly sleeping for the night. The vixen’s heart races as she leaps towards the horse, tossing the knife and its sheath at the strange equine. The vixen does not wait for the horse to say something.
“Take it,” yelps the vixen, turning to leap in a different direction. She does not wait around for the horse to say anything, she simply uses her last bit of strength to flee. She will run till she dies.
The white vixen then vanishes into the night, never to be seen again.
My dreams are filled with butterflies and hellhounds bounding across a pond. It's snowing, but the flakes never seem to hit the water. When I try to follow the butterflies and hellhound across the water, I sink. They don't even look back at me. They keep going, making soft ripples on top of the water. I try to call out to them, but I can't speak. I can't do anything but watch them run away without me.
I'm jolted from my strange dream by the feeling of something small being thrown at my wing, near my shoulder. I let out an agitated snort, my smoky exhale particularly ominous. When I look over, I see a small, white shape. Sleep still blurs my vision, so I don't see exactly what it is. I consider the fact that it's an angel, but it's blotched with red and too tiny to be an angel, I think. It makes some strange noise at me, then leaves as soon as it came.
My pale brow furrows, blinking sleep from my eyes and standing up wearily. Was I hallucinating? I don't remember taking anything. I had vowed not to dabble in that sort of thing after watching what had happened to my father. Sure, the temptation was there every now and then (I am his daughter, after all), but I had resisted it well.
When I look down, I see there is blood where the tiny pale figure was. It couldn't have been a hallucination, then. I notice then the small item that had been thrown at me by the pale figure. It looks to be a dagger, but it's cover in blood. I frown, picking it up and removing it from it's sheath to wipe the fluid off.
It's little, and gold, with a white hilt and floral designs to match it's sheath. I move to place it back in it's sheath, but I find that it doesn't fit well with the hilt turned upwards. I place it with the hilt down, though, and it's a perfect fit, it's tip sticking out quite dangerously. I don't believe the little figure will be coming back for it anytime soon, so I strap it to my left cannon. I would hang onto it for the white thing I had seen, till it needed the dagger back.