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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.
He wanted to get in a spar before the snow set in; he could tell Frostfall was upon Helovia. He needed to loosen himself up, wear off the angst that had dug itself deep into his heart. His legs felt light, but his brain was heavy; weighed down with to many thoughts. Blood and pain always helped to chip away extra thoughts. His muscles bulged under his golden and teal pelt with anticipation. The colt was now a stallion, having just turned three. He could feel the power rippling under his coat. 'If only I was experienced as I am young.' A snort blew from his tender muzzle as he surveyed the Thistle meadow. So many things had happened to him here, that he was drawn to the place. Bright silver eyes sought out the best place to hold the spar. He flexed and eased his muscles, warming them up. That was the perk to starting a fight; you got to warm up brace yourself. A grim smile touched his face as he took in the weak sun light and the still air. His heart started to pick up it's normal rhythm, Lub-dub, Lub-dub. The muscle pounded adrenaline and testosterone through his system as he readied his mind. Silver eyes closed as he tried to clear the distractions away.
After a few breathes the stallion broke the silence around him. His voice rang out powerful and demanding, "I, Ilios, wish to spar, come." It was simple, a polite, challenge to any in the area. He tossed his horned head in aggravation pawing at the ground to further the challenge. Ilios was sure to keep his wings pulled tight to his body as he waited for another to appear. Would they burst forth and attack or would they stop and introduce themselves like he had? He braced ears pricked, nostrils flaring, and eyes sharp. He was anxious to prove himself and let out all of his pent up testosterone.
Speech
Words;; 328
OOC/Tags;; @Rohan
0/3 Attacks | 0/1 Defense
Setting: Set in the thistle meadow before any snow fall, chilly, no wind, mid-day
Recap: Ilios finds a good spot then stops to collect his thoughts, warm his muscles up, and pump himself up. Then he calls out for someone to come spar him.
Feel free to start right off!
Ilios
Dear father, In my heart I know I failed you, but you left me here alone
lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all, but lend me your heart—
From the World’s Edge the stallion had wandered, his patrol of the foggy borders extending to breach out past his forested herd land, long legs carrying him at a measured two-beat rhythm. The miles have passed steadily beneath pale hooves, his eyes seemingly glazed over while thought obscures vision, and his body becomes a numbed and hollowed harbor for these musings. It isn’t until the crystal splash of water that he is roused from his daze, icy droplets spraying upwards to dampen his thick hide while he crosses the shallow stream of the—
—the Thistle Meadow.
Of course it would be here(of all places!) that he would wander to.
The Warlander’s lips twist into an irritable scowl. His mind urges him to turn—to run—but his body does not move; he is frozen, trapped, with his green eyes left drifting over the familiar landscape. Invariably his attention is drawn to that tree, trailing down the naked branches to the dark trunk, following the grain of the bark to its roots—and, ultimately, to the body that rests beneath them. Rohan remembers digging away at the ground, soft with the spring dew, to shape the earthen grave; he remembers her face, her tears, the way her lashes had fluttered, and her lips had trembled…
Huffing a growl, he shakes his antlered head, looking pointedly away from that core of memories; he mustn’t dwell on them now. He can’t.
It is the voice of a stranger that delivers him, distracts him with an anchor of diversion, and Rohan clings to it readily. Forcing his thoughts to flee behind him (and praying that they will die there), the Warlander follows the stranger’s trail. Fortunately, the winged stallion is not hard to locate, and it isn’t long before Rohan finds himself creeping behind his new opponent. Not caring to evaluate or think much through anything now, he charges suddenly forward. Closing the distance between them, he swings his head to the side as he comes up behind the other and runs past Ilios’ right, the points of his antlers seeking to pierce, graze, or lacerate flesh.
Rohan does not stop his momentum until he has passed Ilios, the length of his tail brushing the ground as he spins to face the other stallion directly. “I’ll be happy to oblige,” he says with a roguish twist of his lips, “my name is Rohan.”
“Speech.”
Attack: 1/3
WC: 400
Summary: Rohan runs up behind Ilios and swings his antlers while he keeps running, hoping to graze the skin along Ilios' right side.