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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.
Ampere was quickly spinning out of control of her life. This was no doubt because one never really ever had control, and it was definitely because it was the individuals in her life that were going wayward and you certainly never controlled them, but even so, it was hectic and it was causing her to grind her teeth at night she was so stressed.
Like she'd once taught her son, you needed to take those moments to step away and enjoy the world for what it was, or what it could be. Although this wasn't exactly that, the symbolism was still there, and it was a deep breath in a recent series of huffy ones that should hopefully bring her some sense of peace and solidarity. She had meant to do it sooner, but shit had hit the fan and it had taken a long time to clean it all up, but she was here now, and she hoped that still counted for something.
She hoped it was still good enough for him - now more than ever she needed to make sure she allotted time for her little lightning. The arrival of his new sisters was an unexpected, and unexplained addition to the their family, and she hoped Zekle did not hold it against her, or them. It normally wouldn't concern her, but Zero was a fragile boy and he didn't need any more fissures.
It was easy to make it sound like Zekle needed her, but to be honest, she missed him, especially compared to the girls. They were already strongly independent, leaning on each other instead of her, and it made her feel a bit, unnecessary, like she was just a milk bag. She tried not to let such thoughts creep inside her head, she was sure most parents rejoiced at their foals not demanding them so much, and she might have if she'd had any opportunity to grow tired of them to begin with. Perhaps her boy had spoiled her. He'd been so easy, so carefree, so kind and good-hearted that it had been easy to fall in love with him. But he's getting older, she thought, the notion not an easy one for her to deal with. Soon he wouldn't need her at all, and would he be ready then, to face the world? Time to stop sharing silly stories. Time to make him unbreakable.
"Zero!" she called out, her change to his preferred nickname just one example of her letting him grow and taking him seriously. "C'mon, let's begin!" It was just becoming dawn. She'd left the girls to nap and roused to find her boy already gone. She searched in his favorite places, calling for him to begin their training. She even had a knife picked out for him, its sterling body gleaming in the increasing dawn light as it hovered on electric hands before her.
I'LL BE YOUR NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET a loaded god complex, cock it and pull it
There'd been a lot of things happening recently, and if we're being totally honest, Zero wasn't sure he liked them all. Like: suddenly, without anyone telling him or asking how he felt, he was a big brother. And, y'know, for the most part that was cool. He liked watching the girls wobble around, liked the proud feeling that filled him when he looked down and saw his baby sisters, even if they were a little (a lot) weird. Like, really really weird- and he couldn't say why, exactly, but there was definitely something unsettling about the way they seemed so interested in bones and dead things. Must be Gaucho's influence.
(an opinion that only served to deepen his uncertainty regarding his own parentage, because why else would he and the girls be so different?)
And the worst part was, he couldn't talk to Ma about it. It was the first problem in his short life he couldn't bring to her, because after all, what was he gonna say? "Hey, Ma, how come the last couple babies you pooped out are so, I dunno, weird? Is it maybe something you ate?" Besides, it's not like he really had room to talk.
At least they both had two wings.
While all he had was the metal still growing out of his side. He'd been itching at it, pulling flakes off from where it had stretched over to his hip and making a neat little pile of titanium in the sand. It was the same color as the dawn-lit ocean: the ocean he'd been born beside, here at the far southern point of the Throat.
Zero loved the ocean, and spent a lot of time at the bottom of the island, searching for rocks and daydreaming about the animals who lived within the depths. He wished he could fly over it, or even better, under it- he wanted to meet Pushta the whale again and ask him more questions. Maybe there were more whales! Did Pushta have a family? The idea of baby whales made him grin, and that's how Ma found him, smiling in the dawn, sunbeam eyes staring intently into the foggy grey sea, as though he thought that if he stared high enough, he might just be able to see through the water and into the depths.
Ampere's voice made her son jump and whirl around, lopdised grin growing brighter as an embarassed flush rose into his cheeks. "Hey, Ma!" Zero called brightly, furtively kicking sand over the pile of silver skin: he knew how much Ma hated his defect, and felt no need to draw more attention to it, now that she had a set of twins with perfect wings. "What're we beginnin'?" A flicker of uncertainty flashed across his face. Was he about to get a lecture on how to be a better brother, or on not leaving the Throat so much, or being better about guard and patrol duty (something he was, to be fair, abysmal at), or...? He swallowed. There were so many things.
But the happiness in Zero's deepening voice and sunbeam eyes was real, because no matter what else, his Ma was here (just her) to spend time with him (just him), for maybe the first time since he'd broken his wing. He grinned down at his shorter (hahahaHAHAHAHSUCKIT!) Ma, tailfeathers fluttering merrily in the ocean breeze. And sure, a lot had happened since then. But no matter what, none of it could ever come between the boy and his unfailing love for Ampere the Lightning Mare, Best Fighter and Best Ma this side of the Zerrific Sea.
She found him in the corner of the land, where sand and surf met in near perfect harmony. That his affection mirrored her's for the sea was not something that she failed to notice, and the recognition of it now brought a smile to her features which were too often taut with worry and stress these days. My boy she thinks with an internal sigh of relief, yet even that is fleeting; as the distance closes between them she recognizes for the first time just how big he had gotten.
It's a strange mixture of grief and pride that courses over her, a wash of mother's love and loss that both fills and leaves her empty. Pausing briefly, taken aback by this new realization of just how grown he is, just how little time is left, just how unprepared she has left him... he'd been so weak she tried to argue, and hated herself for it. Her ears flicked uncertainly, but his radiating voice and energy coaxed another smile to her features. He's not grown yet she affirms for herself, but she can't help but wonder where she lost all the time. She had told him once long ago to cherish the moments of peace you carved out of life. Had she forgotten to do that herself? Had she forgotten to make something for them?
No time like the present.
"Your training!" she announced energetically, ignoring the void where his other wing should be and the strange amorphous metal that resided there instead. "If you want to fight gods, we should start with fighting horses," she grinned toothily, her marking stretched further then the dark side of her face with her signature lopsided-wild smile.
She reached out to meet him with a gentle blow of air and a lip at his nape before side-stepping away, wings unfurled faintly for balance.
"Now, my lightning," she murmured, her eyes sharpening into something more dangerous as she yanked on her books of war. "Keep yourself balanced and moving. A still target is easy to hit, so try and coerce your opponent to be still, but you should always remain in motion". Easy for him, she assumed, he was practically one of her raw balls of energy as it was.
"So try and hit me," she bade as she began to trot in the sands, mane whipping about her as she tossed him a look over her shoulder, attempting to circle around him.