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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.
Zandora I already know I'm going to hell So at this very point... It's go big or go home
I am not weak. I am strong. The vixen of onyx's told herself in the early hours of this day. Her life had become uneventful, bland, boring to say the least. She felt as if the darkest of the clouds always seemed to find her, never allowing the rays of happiness to shine through their canopy of blacks and greys. Zandora once had been strong, she had not let the crippling hands of the world do what they do best; cripple. Now, the times had changed and those very knarled, twisted, hands had woven themselves around her heart, her mind, with a needle and thread of destruction. Even with shields of thick calloused layers and denial, Zandora had absolutely shattered at the metallic needle's touch. She was reduced to a mere body, the flames, and fires that brought Zandora to life becoming barren and iced over. Not much had changed, she was still lost in a world that she did not belong in, but at least the warmth of flames licked and heated her barrel. This world was for those who had mastered its cruel ways, and even as a daughter of a devil, Zandora still felt as if the weights of life was much too heavy for her. Her father's layer with it's raw, torturous ways, had not prepared her for this land, and quite frankly, nothing could.And nothing ever would.
A chilled breeze awoke her from her travels to the depths of her mind. The little sprouts of greens and bright chromes had once again been covered by the bleaching, drowning, white of snow. Tallsun melted from her hooves, time escaping her at speeds that passed her before she even begun to think that the next week was approaching. The Orangemoon weather brought a grey sky and heavy snowing, her tassels becoming speckled with the clumps of snow that gathered on her frozen body. She had traveled to a clearing just outside the basing, the familiar pines of the icy caps to watch her in a spar in this morning.
Pacing back and forth, Zandora warmed her body as the prepared for what was to come. She offered the battlefield for anyone tonight, and the thought slightly scared her. Anyone could answer her, and that left limits and pre-strategizing to the dust of tallsun. This was not going to be like the spar with Ashamin, she would not allow it to reach such heights. The pain, the blood, the cold, all came rushing back to her as she stared at the empty blankets of snow. Forcing herself to shove it away, she blinked, not allowing it to haunt her or to distract her any longer. Sighing, Zandora reminded herself.
I am not weak. I am strong.
Setting: It's snowy, pines circle a large clearing. A gray sky covers the morning sun, and it's pretty cold. The snow is about 6 inches, but is pretty light and fluffy.
WC: 461/800
Timeline: Normal
0/2 attack
0/1 defense
OCC: IIios can have the first attack! Hope this is good :)
He was on his way, finally, to hunt down the home of his daughter and lover. He needed to make an entrance, one that would earn him a place within their icy home. Trepidation bubbled below the stoic exterior as the golden stallion moved proudly through the thickening snow. In his angst the stud hoped that there would be a fight along the way to calm his nerves. Pausing the golden stud shook out his short black and white mane, attempting to clear his head.
Snow crunched softly under his large black hooves. Ilios knew he stood out like a sore thumb, but that was just how he liked it. Kind of hard to find a spar when you were hiding. A dark chuckle rumbled from his throat at the thought of jumping from shadow to shadow quivering in the dark. He had been warned of the basin since he could remember. The stallion could picture the scars lacing his mother's body and her ominous words of possible death if he ventured to close to the unicorns. No longer a defenseless colt the young man was knocking on the gate he had come to associate with death.
The sweet scent of a mare drew his silver gaze and sharp ears around. Already he was taking in their surroundings; the thick plush snow, the ebony and amethyst mare, and dark sky. She was lithe, delicate looking, the same height as his own fifteen hands. The breeding that sang through her veins also looked to have damned her strength, but blessed her endurance. He would have to play this one smart. He was sure she would be able to fight long after he ran out of steam. Confidently he made his way closer halting a few feet away to watch her for a moment. He could feel the fiery eagerness that accompanied battle rising in his chest.
Remembering his manners to male dipped his horned head keeping his wings pulled close. "Greeting miss, I am Ilios. I assume you are here for a spar?" He paused briefly for an answer before continuing, "I wish you luck." He gave them both a second before running straight at her. Carefully he kept his silver eyes upon her chest; easier to read her movements that way. Right as he reached her the stud ducked his head low and tossed it side to side. He was aiming to cut her upper legs or chest. If he could stay close and avoid her own razor sharp horn, he might stand a chance. Quickly he tried to side step to her left attempting to avoid her counter attack.
Speech
Words;; 437
Tags/OOC;; Attacks 1/3 0/1 defense Ilios enters the "arena" and introduces himself then runs right at her. He tries to cut her chest and upper legs, then he tries to step to her left side and avoid her attack.
Good luck! <3
Zandora I already know I'm going to hell So at this very point... It's go big or go home
Her call was answered with the crunch of snow and the white breath of a stallion. She hadn't seen the man before, but perhaps not knowing her opponent was better off. For knowing Ashamin had not done her any well, but rather fucked her over. She would forever be wary of that battle, of that night, of what they did to each other. Never could she let herself slip away so easily. Shaking away the thoughts that constantly ate at her, she let her mind rest. The eyes of the silver cream were felt on her, and she too let her orbs drift across his skin. He was no taller then her it seemed, but he was well muscled, and she would have to threat this one appropriately.
It was in these moments of preparation that her life in hell taunted her. She could feel the sting of her muscles as they bled, bled, bled. The sting of his teeth, the string of his words. Her father had been the result of the demons that so oftenly haunted her. He had been the result of her inability to pick herself up after the nights in the woods that a single tear was shed. He had been the result of everything that she was. There were times that Zandora had the strength to fight his influences, to fight herself, to the fight the urge to quit. But, it seemed that it was too often that she didn't have such strength. It was what brought her to the battlefield tonight. This wasn't a battle between her and the cream, this was a battle between Zandora and Zandora. A war rather.
You are not weak, you are strong.
The man, Ilios, introduced himself, and Zandora was thankful for the quickness. Her name was mumbled out as she too dipped her crowned head. A thick, wild, angry, fire began burning in her core, the determination of winning against herself dancing wickedly. With a toss of snow and thundering of the stallion's hooves, the spar begun. Her muscles tensed as Ilios begun his attack, mind running over each move he may attempt and how she could evade such hits. Time slowed as he neared her, the swing of his head causing Zandora to quickly shy away from the sharpness of his horn, hindquarters pivoting her body left, and away from his horn. Snorting Zandora arched her neck down, exposing the tip of her horn as she swung her head to try and slice his shoulder as he passed her.
I am capable, I am able.
Setting: It's snowy, pines circle a large clearing. A gray sky covers the morning sun, and it's pretty cold. The snow is about 6 inches, but is pretty light and fluffy.
WC: 439/800
Timeline: Normal
1/3 attack
OCC: yeet! I was a little confused on which side he attacked Zandora on, so I just worked with what I had.
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