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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.
12-23-2015, 08:46 PM (This post was last modified: 01-01-2016, 12:52 PM by Spice.)
Spice
It's easy to love. All you have to do is find someone or something that you are willing to put your heart and soul into and would die without. But it isn't easy to find that person. I'd been thinking about this kind of thing lately. Love. Families. Why they stick together or fall apart. Reason for it. Just love in general, and it's come to me that I've never been in love. I've been in love with family and friends but never someone outside of those main two. Never have I yearned to feel someone's pelt against mine in utter motive to keep me and only me warm. I have never been in love. But it isn't something I want to ponder more, because its one of those things where you're happy when you wake up and at the beginning of the day you're all good and nothings going to bring you down until BAM. You think of that one something that makes you sad. Makes you cringe; or makes you mad. And you instantly let it put you in a bad mood. Even if you brush it off and keep going about your normal every day things, it will stay at the back of your mind until you acknowledge it again and at least try to fix it. That was what I was feeling now. I was feeling lonely and in need of someone to love. Whether it be friend or some sort of family. Wayne has been quiet and I can feel her pondering through the bond. For now I've been putting all my love to her. Well, as much as I could give her anyway. She was perfect for that kind of thing. Standing in the sand of my home, the Dragon's Throat, I feel a connection to a family that I have yet to meet all of the relatives in. My home made me happy. I would say home if I could but with my adventurous father to blame, I've be wandering. But now I stand still in the morning, a light fog hung over the dunes and it wasn't too hot or too cold. Just right. I did not speak a word, but closed my eyes and thought about love. For that was what had pulled be down into the slump I'd been in for so long.
There is a rhythm - a pulsing vertigo in my life that consumes my every breath. But it isn't so painful as it once was. My family is ... different now. Ivezho has returned, and yet he hasn't filled the void in my life that I surely thought he would. Life hasn't collapsed back into what was good and whole and right. It is merely another sort of different. Yet I am okay with it. My heart is still weary, heavy, and broken, but I am okay.
When was the last time I thought that?
I feel myself smiling - and it feels quite foreign - but I allow it. I move easily across the sands. My gaze doesn't quite connect with anything in the landscape; I am moving, but I am not looking. I just am, without thought or consequence.
I am Rhoa, and I am just going for a walk.
The warm air billows around me, cradling me in its heat and sweaty embrace. I allow that too - for these winds supporting me from my earliest days. They are like an old friend, a memory that is still so vivid. I inhale deeply, and the salty tang in the air widens my smile.
Yes. This is home.
I am glad that I am back.
My gaze sweeps right, and there, nestled like a piece of art into the landscape is Spice. Immediatel my hooves remember the feeling of running across the sands to the Endless Blue - so that Spice could swim for the first time. I remember bringing her back here, and welcoming her to my Father and into the Throat.
I remember everything, and it lightens my heart.
I don't call out to her, but I do move her direction. I have grown - I am fully a stallion now, all muscle and tight lines. I am not quite as wide and tough as my Father, Sohalia's lines have tempered his bulk nicely. My eyes focus upon her, and yet I am still silent.
What need is there to shout?
rhoa
these seconds when i'm shaking leave me shuddering for days
I was a woman now. This I'd realized when I saw him. He was a grown stallion, and what was I? What did that make me? Grown as well? It sure didn't feel like it, but I wasn't complaining. Although I might not have noticed my face maturing and my mane growing and my my smile widening, I still grew. I still grew from the last time I'd saw him. Our last reunion. A smile flickers across my face as he walks ever-so-gracefully over the sands towards me. Just watching him it seems he's mastered the step.
Unlike I who have yet to even stay here for too many nights at a time. I am a true wanderer though still bound to a land of choice and of family. Rhoa was family and friend and I would never let him or my heard go.
When I realize things like this is when I smile and let myself go and just, be. It seemed my friend was doing the same. He'd appeared out of the mist like a beautiful young man, towards me and my troubles. He seemed like he was just fine. Nothing seemed to trouble him in the way he moved, his posture. I wondered what he saw in me.
What I showed through the body language I offered to him. "Rhoa" I whisper finally when we are face to face. "I've missed you so much..!" Throughout the words I speak my voice gets higher and more excited and more me. I would shake the slumping shoulders and neck. I would shake the frown and the sadness and I'd be happy or at least fine.
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