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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.
When Einarr landed on the sands once more, it was near midnight. The moon was reaching her highest point above the desert, and she was swollen with delight. Cloven hooves touched down on the peak of a dune, sands gently rolling over his ankles. Between his teeth glittered a Dragon's Throat key, ripped away from Voodoo's mane in his most recent battle. The bloodied stallion had not lasted long. In fact, the stallion had not even fought back--his small, fierce companion initiated the battle between them. Einarr's victory had come swiftly. The warden did not see the point in drawing out the battle, for the stallion had appeared to be confused and afraid at Einarr's challenge. Once the key was between his teeth, the warden ripped it away from Voodoo and made his way back to the sands.
Dark amber eyes moved around in their sockets as he searched the sands for the shifting forms of his Sultan and Chancellor. He did not expect them to be waiting around for him to return, but he knew that it would not take long for them to notice he had been victorious. Shaking his body out, Einarr spread his wings like massive sails on his shoulders and tucked his rump. Like a child, full of mirth, the dark stallion slid down the side of the dune. Although he felt like a playing child, he looked more like a blackened knight riding down the sand than a child. His face was composed and his muscles were tightened, nearly breaking through taught, dark skin and blackened fur. He was a sentinel of justice, a dutiful warrior that had listened carefully and well to the commands of his superiors. This was not his first mission from them, and he knew it would not be his last. Of the Dragon's Throat warriors, Einarr would contend that he stood at the top.
At the bottom of the dune, Einarr lifted his head and trotted proudly toward the oasis, tail waving like a banner behind him and chin lifted regally.
When Cera had heard of the missing Throat Key, he had not been worried. The Prince knew of Voodoo and his connection to Ryuu, had met the soft spoken childish stallion himself. Cera held strong faith in the warriors of their land, and he knew that Voodoo would be incapable of keeping the key for himself when the time came where the warriors finally tracked him down. Though it was not a rank he was part of, Cera had still felt a partial possessive quality to the event, if only because the key had been crafted by he and his disciples. It had never been lost on Cera that he was essentially crafting the Throat's greatest weakness, their singular loophole, but it was a task he took up for the sake of his herd and the equality it should rightfully hold. Souls like Ryuu and Sikeax deserved to be in the Throat as much as their feathered brethren after all. There were simply some...inescapable complications that came alongside that.
The pair had been at the oasis, the night hour far from bothering them. Where there is the sun, there must be the moon, and Cera had finally learned the forgiveness necessary to enjoy Her radiance once more. Ilaria was swimming about in the shallows while Cera's muzzle was nudging its way into the water, drinking his fill and watching her with idle eyes. He had learned of Maren's church, and had vowed to help her once his Lord blessed him with the coming season the ability to craft once more. He and Ranjiri had expended themselves on the multitude of keys that they had created, and wasn't that an ironic thing considering his train of thought?
The sound of rolling sand attracted his attention and the Golden Prince lifted his head, water dripping off his pale muzzle as he turned to face the stallion that approached. He recognized Einarr, for he'd crafted for him and had seen him at various Throat functions and meetings. Wings shifted in deference, head tilting downward in greeting. But what truly caught his attention was the familiar glint of shaped metal between the guardian's teeth. Ah, so Einarr had been the one sent to retrieve it?
Cera turned and approached the dark stallion, an appreciative smile on his face. "You retrieved it," he noted happily. "I had no doubts you would. Voodoo is not a formidable opponent. May I have it so I may distribute it?" It was his job as head Forger after all, but he felt a great surge of relief that it had been returned to its proper place in the end.
She had seen him, or at least what she thought was him (he was as black as the night around them after all), as she banked around the eastern desert on her normal patrol route. Ampere preferred the evening shifts, utilizing the color of her pelt to her advantage in this hour, and working away from the heat which was better spent in lounge and rest (in her opinion). Unhurried, she finished her scan of their domain while her wings brought her closer with each gentle stroke on the wind, pushing her towards the heart of the desert, the oasis.
Cera was already present and speaking by the time she'd tilted and descended, her wings clapping at Einarr's victory while her hooves settled and scattered sand. A bemused expression found its way to her lips as her ear's caught the Golden Prince's voice while she collected herself, wings folding easily to her backside. Her tail feathers gave a little shake before folding up neatly against the curve of her rump, the comfort accentuated by a quick slap of her tail against warm flanks.
"I take it you were successful then Einarr?" she asked brightly, and though she was confident in his abilities and that he had, the question still hung in the tone for him to confirm - let him take his win and garner the well earned pride.
Quietly her eyes appraised her warrior, thinking not for the first time that he would make a fine Gladiator. Her lips pursed in thought as her mind wandered to Gaucho and one of their more recent, discussions.
For all her past qualms with Einarr, there was no doubting his skill in his career. At the very least, she could appreciate the stallion for that.
His regal dance of celebration was cut short as their head crafter approached him. Einarr let a smile break his lips, though it was quite disturbed by the key jutting out between his teeth. Although he did not know the painted crafter well, Einarr trusted him. The bloodrider had been an unknown to him, and still Cera followed his duty and crafted for him--and he had scolded Rhoa for running a burning, brandished tongue. The warden respected the harsh and quick discipline he felt appropriate to give to the prince. Not many were brave enough to rebuke the son of a Khal, and those that were certainly held high respect from the Khal himself. Einarr knew that well, as he had seen that respect given to his own duty in this mission, as well as in his birth herd with his position as warden and his father before him as his birth khalasar's most decorated Ko--beneath only that Khal himself.
As the Golden Prince spoke, Einarr lowered his head to set the key down in the sands. He nodded when he lifted his head, granting permission for the crafter to assume possession of the key. "Voodoo's companion started fight with Einarr." The dark stallion chuckled some, remembering the image of the bloodstained boy's fearful expression when Einarr descended upon him like a black angel of death. "Einarr expend more energy looking for boy than fighting him. Einarr think he should not have gotten key in first place. Voodoo is coward." The stallion tucked his chin matter of factly, tail flicking against his hocks.
The sound of Ampere's approach made Einarr turn toward her. His chest swelled up and his wings ruffled under her blue gaze, full of approval and pride. Einarr felt no ill will toward the mare--what had transpired between them in the past was not personal. Einarr would have called any member of the herd for acting in the manner she had, with such needless disrespect for another herd member. It had not been because Einarr had some vendetta against Ampere herself (or that Laedere was his fried, and she had been the one attacked), but merely because Einarr saw it as one of his ingrained duties to keep justice, especially within his herd. "Ai."
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