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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.
Darkness falls, here comes the rain to wash away the past
He's getting fucking old.. Too old.. He can feel it in the way his joints ache a times, or how the growing cold affects him. That still doesn't stop him from ceaseless patrols, regardless of whether he is viewed as a soldier anymore. Déodat almost prefers the simplicity of being a mere citizen. All his life he has been nothing but war torn and battle hungry.. Now.. He's simply becoming a crotchety old hermit. Well done, Déodat, well done. He brings his self-deprecating narrative to an end and silences the barrage of negativity. He can save it for some poor idiot that might cross his path. A huff of breath escapes from his nostrils and it comes out into a plume of mist.
You're getting fat Déo," Odette says to him through their bond. The white shepherd licks her lips and looks up at him a bit smugly. The bay simply glances at her and shakes his head, though she has a point. He has grown complacent.. Lazy.. Some proud legacy he is. He snorts and walls onward from the Basin. He glances longingly to the west where his newborns lay.. One day, perhaps, they shall find their way north... Yet his heart longs for them. More than once he has contemplated leaving the north to be with them, but, this is home. They are not his only offspring. Still, he trudges onward from the icy north and simply walks... And walks... And walks.
He can feel the weather grow warmer around him. It isn't long before he reaches the fields.. The place of so many beginnings. He smiles at the memories from this place. Quietly he watches Odette prance about and chase after birds and the like. Silently he heaves himself away from the shepherd and finds a place to rest his tired body. "Fucking old.." He grumbles to himself as he begins to graze a bit, content with the significant shift in temperature.
Things seemed to move relatively slow around Helovia from what I had witnessed so far...Perhaps it was simply part of the life of an outcast, masked with the attraction of adventure and unknown while underneath lies the mundane and predictable. When I first entered into the Threshold, greeted by a large group that intended to whisk me away to their herds, I would have expected to have a much more exciting experience at this point when I walked away on my own. I expected wild one night stands, adrenaline rushes and unique challenges...So far, the only thing unique that I had really come across was a candy stallion that smelled good enough to eat.
It was one of the reasons I found myself clambering up the mountain side, giving myself my own challenge to reach the top as quickly as possibly, loving the rush of energy with every step. As I pulled myself up over the last rocky step onto the clearing, I paused to catch my breath. As I did so, my emerald gaze studied the beautiful field that lay hidden in this mountain paradise and settled on a dog that was chasing after birds and such. A muttered voice pulled my attention towards a large...dark...and remarkably handsome stallion with a dangerous red horn. My auds pricked towards him, brushing lightly against my caribou antlers as I turned towards him.
When I stepped closer, I could see from his features that he was considerably older than I was. As far as I was concerned, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It merely meant that this chocolate covered cherry of a man was just more...experienced. "Hey there, handsome! How goes it?" A friendly smiled as offered in between my deep breaths, my coat sleek and shining with sweat from my personal race against time only moments ago.
Darkness falls, here comes the rain to wash away the past
Flirtations go over his head most often.. The red stallion's mind is usually far from such things despite being what he is.. A man. He is rigid and has himself well trained to ignore such primal desires, yet, when the mare throws herself at him he can't help but raise a brow. No matter how well disciplined his mind is not even he can miss that obvious flirtation. He flicks his long tail and the dark tendrils splay over his rump briefly. Quietly he studies her with a mild disinterest.. The mare is young and he can guess near his eldest daughter's age. The realization only seems to put him off further as he takes a step back. Odette scents the new arrival and comes bounding over, yapping gleefully. No amount of time seems to kill her love of new faces. He watches the shepherd walk over and sniff the mare down curiously, her tail wagging furiously as she does.
He eyes the mare for a moment longer, realizing just how long he's stood there like a mute. "Well," Déodat says finally, his deep vocals breaking his extended silence. He lets his bonded satisfy her curiosity before she trots back over and sits beside the red stallion's hooves. Her tail continues to wag her tail eagerly. "Is there something you need from he?" He asks with his usual flat tone. It should be expected by now with how the inhabitants of Pantheon seem to be.. They never pass one another by, rather they always feel so compelled to stop and speak with whomever might pass. At least he can rest upon the fact he speaks amongst his own kind rather than the others that roam this land. Of course, he knows that within himself his convictions to his hatred have started to dwindle. The man knows a certain comfort amongst his own kind that he'll never feel amongst the other races of Helovia, but, his need for eradication has finally ceased. Regardless of superiority, the unicorn will never truly hold rein over this place.. They will only ever truly hold the north and that is enough.
Quietly he starts to circle the mare and study her entire frame before snorting. Unimpressive and rather small, he decides. No matter how much he might crave it, he deems her an unworthy opponent. So he just returns to standing in front of her and eyes her once more."talk"
While the stallion stared rather blankly at me with nothing more than a brow raised, I mirrored his actions and returned the lifted brow. I wasn't exactly used to being eyed up and down by others, particularly when they were so...quiet about it. Did I have something in my mane? A smudge on my nose? The yapping of his canine companion made me forget about my worries, reminding me that I had little need to look forward to impressing a complete stranger. A cheerful smile spread across my lips as I lowered my crown to the shepherd, allowing her to sniff my muzzle is she so wished. She was adorable, her friendliness a welcome change from the stallion's stand off-ish attitude. As the dog left me and returned to the stallion's side, I couldn't help but smirk when he finally spoke. "Ah, so you do speak."
His words weren't exactly an open invitation for conversation, his question worded in such a way that it seemed he didn't really want me to give him an answer. To my surprise, he stepped forward to circle around me and offers me nothing but a disapproving snort. My crown jerks up defensively, chin tucked as my antlers tilted towards him ever so slightly. My own flaxen tresses smacked against my spotted hide, flaring out the scent of my ever frustrating heat. I offered a short snort of my own, words flowing out sarcastically before I could stop them."Not unless you know how to scratch a rather particular itch..." Glancing towards the shepherd, I smirked back at her with a playful wink. "Is he always such a chipper bucket of fun?"
Shifting my weight to relax one hoof on it's tip, I returned my emerald gaze to the older beast."My name is Eira, might I know who I have the pleasure of meeting today?" I'll be honest, I wondered just a bit how long it would take until I could bug the shit out of this man. He seemed like he'd be fun to mess with, to see just how far I could take things with him before he either turned on me, walked away or joined in on the fun. I hoped that his companion could sense the good intentions of my game, trying to dig this stallion out of his shell and crack that judgmental wall just a tiny bit.
Darkness falls, here comes the rain to wash away the past
The mare mimics his actions, which he can’t decide whether it’s intended as mockery or not. She seems to welcome the attention from his companion. Déodat stares in mild surprise as she welcomes the overbearing greeting from his companion. Odette often forgets her place he knows, but, he won’t draw her away.. She is her own being and he is simply her bonded not her master. When she opens her mouth again it only elicits a snort from him.
As he circles her that familiar scent wafts into his nostrils.. It awakens that primal part of him that tries to sink it’s way into his subconscious. Déodat buries such desires, he’s not a creature driven solely by instinct. Yet he can’t quite shake it away all the way.. No matter how much he wishes to deny the desires of his flesh, he cannot ignore their existence.
“I’m doubtful I can indulge you.” He says, letting a bit of iciness slip from his tone. When the mare addresses his shepherd both ears pin against his skulls. It doesn’t offend him as much as it grates his nerves.. Why are so many of Helovia’s inhabitants such pests? He is almost regretting leaving the Basin.. The day is still young, though. There is still much time for her to leave and let him be to mind his own business.. No matter how might his body might be drawn to that familiar scent in the air.
“My name is Déodat.” He says before glancing down at his companion. “This is my bonded Odette, who you seem so very fond of.”"talk"
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