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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.
02-04-2016, 03:52 AM (This post was last modified: 02-09-2016, 03:35 PM by Ilios.)
I'd sell my soul just to see your face.
And I'd break my bones just to heal your pain.
He hadn't inwardly complained about being sent this far north in the early Frostfall, but he sure bitched on the inside. His thin desert coat made it way to chilly for him. He trudged through the knee deep snow a scowl over his handsome face. The stallion was not happy about having to come all the way up there. Sure he had flown most of the way making it a much faster trip then the equines or unicorns would have done. he just hoped the others of his patrol would be here soon. The sun hung high in the sun as he found a descent place to stop and wait. There was a nice aspen standing alone about half way up the mountain. His mind wondered to Rexanna and her beautiful golden painted hide.
A heavy sigh ruffled his muzzle as he imagined her running through the snow calling his name. A nasty nagging voice whispered that she would never seek him out. She could never love a winged stallion like himself. She couldn't ever fall for a desert dwelling boy. He was so naive to dream over such a beauty. She was older, more experienced, and much more mature. The stallion closed his silver eyes and tried to put her out of his mind. She would never fall for him, and he would never feel her sweet love. He sighed heavily and leaned against the tree. 'Hurry up guys.' His thoughts were grumpy as he tried to squish out his own feelings.
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OOC/Tags;; @Misael@Morrigan @Ivezho Sorry it's so short!
Well, not hunting perse (the tender-hearted girl had not a cunning enough heart), but her bright, wide and inquisitive eyes were scanning the startlingly white horizon for any sign of the predators her family had so sworn to mind. It seemed like a strange concept to a creature who would ordinarily have been considered prey, but she was already fond of the family who had fostered her, and she wished with a solemn heart to do their generosity justice. Already the life she had lived with her sisters in the dank darkness of Deep Forest felt like an entire lifetime ago - a whole world away - and not ever could she remember feeling so fresh and free. Still, this task they had been given was more complex than it seemed, and when after an hour the little kitsune had failed to find trace of the elusive species, young Zahra gave up.
"Oh, it's no use Bird..." she sighed, dragging a heavy black hoof through the soft surface of the snow dejectedly. She was under the impression that wolves were practically as prevalent as the rabbits they fed upon (she shuddered at the fleeting thought), and it was a terrible bother to learn otherwise. Bird's large triangle ears swivelled to meet the tune of her sister's frustrating, and a gentle whimper was offered in comfort. Perhaps it was time to admit defeat and turn for home - question Ashamin or Eldada about the actual whereabouts of these animals. "I think so," the filly hummed thoughtfully as though someone else had made the suggestion aloud, noting the sun's prime position in the vast blue sky with a brief glance. She turned with a smile back to the kitsune though suddenly and shrugged her small shoulders; "The day's still young, lets explore."
They began a trek in a new direction - south east, towards the looming shadow of a mountain - through the thick blanket of snow, but soon enough paused when blurred movement in the distance ahead caught their notice. Twin ears danced forward, undeniably intrigued and broadening nostrils tested the cold air for any sign of the figure's identity - no wind blew around them to betray it. Still, Zahra was hardly deterred. Brushing the soft, golden fur between her pallid sister's ears, she broke forward at a brisk trot; all the while eager eyes were set upon the other. As she watched, the stranger came to rest somewhere high upon the mountain (melding into the dull shades of brown, black and grey), and for a moment the yearling's hope wavered.
It seemed unlikely that they would find that stranger now...
Never the less, they pressed ambitiously forward and after some time came to be climbing the flank of hill which she imagined, would reveal the location of the other. Carefully, and with useless wings held ajar, Zahra scrabbled upwards until a narrow goat track found their path - with significantly more ease, she and Bird (and the spider hidden safely upon her), hastened through the quiet afternoon towards the sky.
and unlock that which beats within his glowing chest.
Ivezho had probably been a little too enthusiastic about being sent north for his patrol this season.
He had intentions of coming this far north even more regularly than each season - while the Throat was definitely his home, parts of his heart lived up here. His fondness for the icy-eyed maiden urged him to travel this way - and having a patrol up here was just as good an excuse to listen to said fondness and increase his chances of seeing her again.
The cold bit at his coat and the wind tugged at his mane and feathers , but Ivezho shone like a beacon against the wintry weather, a Sun in his own right, a light against the gloom of the snowy clouds above. The chill might have dampened the spirits of anyone else, but it only told Ivezho that he was closer to her, to the Basin, the land of unicorns and ice and snow.
But, if it weren't for that, he would have agreed with Ilios' sentiments; it was bloody cold.
"Hail, Ilios!" he called as his wings snapped out from his sides to scoop the chilly air and carry him towards the teal-and-crème stallion. In his flight, he noticed something, someone else. She was slight in build, dark and pale with streaks of gold in her hair - she had caught his eye, and as he landed deftly on the mountainside, his attention was swivelled towards her.
"Hail!" he called to the mare, curious as to what he and Ilios might have found on their patrol. "Who goes there?!"
I'd sell my soul just to see your face.
And I'd break my bones just to heal your pain.
He stood silently upon the mountain grumbling inwardly about the cold climate when the sound of wings caught his attention. Silver eyes looked up curiously as his name was called. A smile touched his lips, he had heard the names of his assigned partners, but he wasn't so sure which one this was. "Hello! Are you Ivezho or Misael?" He smiled sheepishly up at the silver and black stallion. He noticed there was a faint glow coming from his body, drawing the stallion's curiosity. "I'm sorry I don't know your name, I'm still learning everyone's name." He chuckled softly then followed the stallion from the ground as he seemed to spy something.
It didn't take but a few strides to find the young black white and golden girl. Then he noticed the small fox like creature moving with her. Sharp silver eyes gazed longingly at the beautiful four tailed, golden trimmed creature. He smiled even as he felt the familiar jealousy rise in his chest. "Hello miss!" He smiled brightly as he stopped a few feet away from her. She was young and pretty, and ever so familiar. His long tail swished at his hocks as he watched the pair. "I'm Ilios, we come from the Dragon's Throat. Who might you two be?" He smiled kindly down at the pair as he dipped his head towards both of them.
He knew from Penna and Parelia, how much it could offend companions not to great them as well. He was sure someone somewhere would make fun of him for treating companions the same as horses, but he would just shrug it off. Silver eyes flickered to the stallion curiously. His words had sounded a little harsh to him, but as long as he stayed pleasant Ilios would ignore it. He didn't take to others speaking down to strangers, there was no point in being rude without a reason. He watched the stallion carefully, even if he was a herd mate, if he lashed out the stallion would be in for a rude awakening. For now he stood quietly turning his attention back to the filly and her fox creature.
He was late in his arrival to the patrol. Why was he always assigned patrols in the north? Did they not understand that he hates the cold? I mean there's a reason why out of all herds he did not choose the Aurora Basin, and he did choose the Throat. One day, he'll get assigned somewhere and south, hopefully at least. He had made this walk from north to south a few times too many, so the beast searched his mind for any he may wish to visit while up here. Memories of a lady in gold flash in his mind, and now the walk seemed but a jog away, for Miseal would get much more then a nod of Gaucho's head for doing his duties, yes he would be richly rewarded when he tracked down the maiden of cerulean eyes.
He focused on his rank magic, not wishing to chat with any of those that were unnecessary, wanting only to get these tedious patrols over with. I mean at least throw a few pretty women in the mix? Then the patrols would be much more worth-while. Shaking off such young thoughts, the chromed settles upon a gathering, figuring that they must be his patrolling partners. There was an vast array of colors ranging from creams and greens, blacks and whites, to tans and rusts. All these equines were also winged, a bit of envy coursed through his veins, oh how lovely it would be to be given such a gift of flight. The vine boy spoke, and Miseal finally could put names to all these people. "Well he's not Miseal, as I am. And you aren't Ivezho, so you're Illios, I'm Miseal an informant of the throat, and that's Ivezho. He stated blankly, not entirely interested in being here, as his thoughts were elsewhere. Turning his golden's to the mare they all questioned, he waited for her response, a single ear pointed forward whilst the other lay back in disinterest.
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