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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.
Shivers ran delicately across ink stained flesh as I stepped hesitantly back into the magical lands that the only family I had left resided in. Guilt flickered restlessly through my nervous system as I remembered those I had left behind in these beautiful, mysterious lands, specifically the golden mare who had such a vivid imagination that painted the whole world in a beautiful child-like way. With her, it had been easy to forget all of the evils that this universe seemed to hold and just...laugh, smile, run through a field like a small child once again. The right most corner of my midnight stained kissers turned up in a sad ghost of a smile as I drifted back to the reason I had left in the first place.
A lump formed tight in my throat, blocking out most of my airway, leaving only enough space for a decent amount of livable air to seep through. Dark harks flicked back as I felt the presence of the small puffin creep into my consciousness. "Happy." The childish voice crept through the delicate mind bond that was still growing stronger with every day that Barnabas and I were together. He was happy to be back in the lands that he had been hatched in and the joyous emotions were hard to avoid with how much of it was coursing through the avian's small body. Swallowing hard I tucked white bottomed wings in close to sleek sides so that way my bonded would be able to get a better view of the world around us, the world that in this part was still so vividly green even though the chill of Orangemoon was overly present in the breeze that danced about us.
Dark harks flicked forwards in a show of almost feigned interest as I moved easily between the thick trunks of trees and heavy undergrowth towards the edge of the Threshold where I would wait and see what welcoming committee would arrive this time. Having already known the lands I was still quite likely to wind up returning to the Edge where I knew my family was tucked away safely, I couldn't help but wonder if they missed me. Or if the newest sister had taken over and caused them to forget that I had ever even found the lands of Helovia. Sighing I looked over my shoulder at the black, white, and orange bird I shared my soul with, a smile creeping slowly across dark features. "We are home Barn." A gentle coo was my response as the puffin ruffled his feathers happily and I turned back to look out over the great open lands of Helovia, unsure if I should head home on my own or wait for company.
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01-09-2016, 06:16 PM (This post was last modified: 01-10-2016, 11:21 AM by Ming Yue.)
She had never come this way before, having never actually been through the tradition of accessing Helovia by means of the Threshold. Her glass horns reflected the pale Orangemoon sun of this day and they glowed with pretty crystaline mannerisms, whilst the rest of her bodice was laced with glowing azurine splashes across her dark body. She had gained much meat across her frame since she had become part of Helovia from the Rift, you could no longer see her bones and her pelt shone again. But Orangemoon meant the seasons were becoming colder and harsher and with a sadness Ming Yue thought of how she could return back to that sorry state through a harsh Frostfall.
But putting all thoughts aside she continued through the still lush grass of the Threshold and sweeped amongst the long trees of all kinds of bark. Her mind was now content within this sweet place and the sound of nothing was soothing on her lobes. But not long was it that Ming Yue was disturbed by the noise of something wandering through the foliage...
Who was this creature? Not having any soul within her line of sight she followed the direction of the noise before it left too quick and it was not long that she was able to see through the thick foliage of the trees. It was a brute, a winged brute. He was largely made up of ebony, ebony along his pelt, through to his tassles and wings from what she could see. She gained the courage to walk closer, spotting with her orange pools other features including the striking dark mossy orbs of his cranium. And that was he shorter than she expected. But that was only height, his wingspan would have been enough to probably double her own height. With a keen eye she also noticed the companion beside him which was some sort of bird-like creature, small and fluffed up made of black and white feathers. Ming Yue stepped even closer, trying to mind not to hit her daggers along the bits of dying bark and stones that were loosely littered across the terraria. In the hope of facing the stranger head on she turned to walk straight towards him whilst uttering a greeting, "I see you know this place already?"Her words were cool and calm just like herself, and the azurine fae smiled sweetly at the strange brute in the hope of forming an acquaintance with him, "My name is Ming Yue, may I ask your name... I mean names?" The dame knew this could go well or badly, depending on how the stag would want to be with her.
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01-13-2016, 01:53 AM (This post was last modified: 01-13-2016, 01:54 AM by Jahzara.)
Jahzara
By the kindness of her newest King, Jahzara had been graced with a second chance at redeeming herself to the World's Edge. It was only a few days ago that her world had been shattered, her sheltered mind thrown into a fit of anxiety and self-pressure to admit to strangers that she had problems that simply couldn't be fixed. There were certain matters of the mind, the sparks of electricity that race through the brain and travel in waves, that could never be avoided no matter how much the golden mare tried. There were many that knew of her hallucinations; specifically the purple pony that was now traveling with her to the Threshold. Yet there was only an inkling of others that knew of the terrifying monster that lurked in her mind, the draft stallion of smoke and mist that called for Jahzara when her depression threatened to rise, when the world of reality around her seemed too much to bare. It was her anxiety personified, every personal fear that she could ever imagine wrapped up into a massive beast that would swallow her whole into the darkest pits of her mind.
That is where she had been, lurking within the World's Edge as an empty vessel of a mare, her conscious long gone from her eyes to any that tried to speak to her. It didn't matter how much she cried and pleaded for the beast to set her free, Charles refused to release her until he deemed worthy. He cared not for how it affected her life, it mattered not to him that it would only make matters worse for her in the end. If anything, he welcomed the fragile state her mentality was left in when she was released from her mental prison. It made her all the more susceptible to capture once again, it made him stronger with each passing day as his voice rasped in the back of her mind, calling her, telling her all the fears she didn't want to admit to having and spinning lies about how everything would come unraveling in the end. Still now, as she trotted towards the Threshold, she could hear him.
It was all Jahzara could do to keep moving forward, holding on to the words of Tembovu as she sought out anyone that would be in need of a home, any being that she could offer a home to in the World's Edge. 'Jahzara, I am more than happy to help you fight Charles, if ever he threatens to take you again.' It was a burden that she had never asked her new King to bear, a fight that she doubted that he could even fight, yet it brought her reassurance. It was exactly what she needed to hear to soothe her just enough to calm her, just enough to shine a glimmer of hope that she stood a fighting chance. That glimmer of hope lingered in her eyes as a reminder that her fairy tale was not necessarily over. After all, what a boring story it would be to have a fairy tale without a villain, a tragedy to overcome, an unseen battle of epic proportions that raged in her mind...That glimmer reminded her to simply turn the page.
'Hey Jay, I think...I think I smell something...It's familiar...' The imagined voice of Jahzara's best friend pulled the golden mare away from the rasp of Charles, Lily's words a welcome change. The golden's nares flared at the suggestion of a recognizable scent, her heart faltering for a split second as she stopped dead in her tracks. The scent was absolutely familiar, though she never expected to come across it again. Lily stopped to look back at the Arabian cross, raising a brow with confusion as the golden girl flicked her ears back into her mane. 'Jay? What is it? What's got you so-' The pony cut off her own words as she made the connection, her fuzzy mane bobbing while she jerked her head to the direction of the scent. 'It can't be...Can it?' Jahzara merely shook her head slightly, unsure on whether or not she should continue forward. "I don't know...I thought..."
A knowing nod from the figment of her imagination saved Jahzara from uttering the words she feared to say, the worry that she never wanted to admit, the fear that had nearly crippled her after she awoke from one of her blackouts. Alone, afraid and without any familiarity or friends from before the Edge had changed after the invasions. She had missed that majority of the invasions, Charles had deemed it too stressful for her and only set her free a short while after the invasions were over. Once she had realized how much she missed, she found that many of her original herd had vanished. Her friends and family, the familiar faces that she knew only in passing...So many of them were gone, including him. To this day, she had never truly known what had become of the majority of them. Whether they had left the herds, or even lost their lives in the fights. Unfortunately, Charles fed on the dread of the latter and managed to escalate it into something that she had merely accepted. Until now...
With her eyes wide, Jahzara suddenly burst forward with such unexpected energy that even Lily barely had time to get out of the way. 'HEY! Stubby legs, remember?! Wait up!' But the pony's complaints fell on deaf ears as the spotted girl raced through the trees, barely even aware of her surroundings as she rushed towards the scent. 'Alright....Nah, you're right...I'll catch up...' Lily's grumbles faded as the scent grew stronger, adding fuel to the fire of her desperation to find him. It wasn't until a feminine perfume filled the air that she slowed, just in time to turn around that last tree blocking her already poor vision. The sides of her barrel heaved, flaxen tresses wind-blown and wild around her face as she stopped the instant her eyes fell on him.
"Ar...Artor?"
Jahzara's voice shook as her nickname for the ebony stallion escaped from her lips, her own body trembling as she took a tentative step closer. There was an uneasy look etched into her expression, a timid feeling that if she came to close to Artorius, he would vanish before her. While only seconds had passed since she had rounded that turn, to the girl it felt as though time had frozen. An eternity passed in a passing glance, the air heavier in that moment than a thousand years under the pressure of a stormy sky. He was exactly as she had remembered him, everything that she had never been. The sleek darkness of his ebony coat; the peaceful night sky to her playful afternoon gold. The freedom of his feathered wings to her grounded hooves. The deep emerald of his eyes, the color of life to her earth and sky gaze. Even the small puffin he had was still perched on his shoulders like always, albeit older and less...fluffball. If it wasn't for the fact that there was another mare with them, Jahzara could have closed her eyes and imagined that they had never left the fields where they raced and she danced with the temporary magic of the Earth God.
'Ahem, Jay...Say something, there is still that unicorn chick...' Lily whispered, bumping her hip into Jahzara's leg as she appeared in the Arabian girl's imagination. Glancing over to the bi-colored mare, beautiful and unique in so many ways, Jahzara gave a brief nod to her in greeting. "I'm Jahzara, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I just..." Like a magnet she was drawn to look back at Artorius, her voice fading slightly as she tried to word the flood of thoughts that ran through her mind without overbearing them. "I thought you were gone."
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