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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.
and unlock that which beats within his glowing chest.
It was time to grow up.
Ivezho had procrastinated long enough. He had left his birthlands too long ago, and taken far too long to return to them. Finally, he angled his path south, and stayed on it - ignoring any would-be distractions and diversions.
It was surprisingly easier than he expected.
To say he was looking forward to it would be a lie - but not an entire lie. He was excited, energised - but also nervous, terrified.
Like a beacon, a glowing prodigal son, he came in the night, for darkness did not scare him - he had never known darkness, not truly, for he carried the light of the burning sun within him, it filled him out, it seemed to be bursting at every bend of his body, every joint and feather. Even the depths of his nostrils never seemed dark - on a misty night, when he breathed deeply and exhaled the warm air, he appeared almost as if he breathed fire, or light.
He supposed it was some homage to his father, some mark of his heritage that he would never be able to escape - not that he felt he needed to escape it so much as embrace it. He didn't hate his blood, or his family, he just didn't want to be defined by it - he didn't want to feel pressured into behaving a certain way, or living up to certain expectations, just because of the names of his parents, or siblings.
Ranjiri's words echoed in his mind, and still he rejected them ignored them, denied their significance. He would live a life for himself no matter what she, or anyone, thought about it.
He had to return here of his own accord, he had to make the decision on his own, or else he might have returned otherwise, but without conviction, without purpose, without any intention of staying longer than a day, a season, a year.
Ivezho wanted to stay here for the rest of his life.
He flew over the gap between the mainland and his homeland with ease, scooping the breeze like an old friend and using it to make his landing on the sand smooth, easy, welcoming. Landing was one thing, however - he still needed to face the locals.
With a low rumble, he announced his presence to the lands, and awaited the arrival of whatever welcoming committee might come.
Idly, he wondered how many of them he might be related to.
02-08-2016, 05:13 AM (This post was last modified: 02-08-2016, 05:14 AM by Zenobia.)
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Sometimes I wondered what I was doing back in the lands of the mighty Dragon. Family, I'd remind myself, but as I took a look around all I could see was small cracks growing larger and larger within the foundation of my personal, inner family. Everything around me was crumbling apart. As the eldest sibling, and eldest sister on top of that, I felt it was my responsibility to substitute my mother's role while she was currently on her.. break. Outing? Where ever she was. Because, unlike my father, I fully believed she was coming back.
However, I was no Sohalia the Transcended.
None of my siblings came to me like they did my mother. I was trying so damn hard to keep this family apart and to no avail. I felt as if a bigger rift was growing between us. Hell, I took a mission away from Dragon's Throat just so I could get a chance to breathe and reevaluate the situation. What had I done wrong? Had I not instilled enough hope? Not offered enough guidance?
I was already an aunt. I had two more half-siblings birthed by a woman I couldn't stand, sired by a man I tried so hard to convince the woman I thought he loved would be coming back. Half of my family wasn't even around. I searched for them: scoured Helovia whilst on my previous mission. There was no sign of any of them.
No matter how hard I tried, I could feel my grasp on the family ties loosening. Ever so slowly everything was unraveling. The happy family I dreamed of was disappearing before my very eyes. I wanted to cry, I wanted to give up, but I couldn't. There was still a miserably naive part of me that kept thinking things would go back to the way they were before. Not to mention, I couldn't let anything happen to my family. Even my half-siblings. They still shared my blood, still lived in the same herd.
His arrival was like a ray of hope in the dark sky, forcibly creating a silver lining among the darkness. Patrolling was the only thing that kept me sane anymore. When I saw him, however, I thought I had lost my mind. But as I dared to follow, dared to believe, the reality began to hit me. As Ivezho, my dear missing brother, hit the ground I was quick to land beside me.
"Gaezo!" Excitement forced its way through my weariness as I went in for an attempt to muzzle him. "I have missed you." In that moment of pure bliss, I didn't even notice my voice crack beneath my emotions.
and unlock that which beats within his glowing chest.
His nerves seemed to be racing one another - his skin twitched as grains of sand scattered against him, lifted by the light breeze. He was hypersensitive to everything - he thought he heard something - what was it? A guard, a patrol? His presence was not like to go unnoticed - in fact he-
-expected to be discovered very soon. And he was.
"Zen!" he abandoned the language they were all raised on - opting for her moniker instead, pressing forward with wings opens and throat wuffling warmly at the sight of her. He was stunned at the difference in height between them - Zenobia had clearly taken after their mother in stature, where he and his twin had father's height - he made to scoop his head over her petite withers and hold her in a fierce embrace. Their magics seemed to spark off each other - he had forgotten that to touch Zenobia was to taste a strange static in the back of our throat, while his light-from-within glowed warmly against the pre-dawn night.
"I've missed you too-" he said, nipping at her dark locks playfully, wondering where she had been but not game enough to ask - for hadn't he left too? He had little and less of a right to question her than she did to question him - he was just pleased enough to see her, alive, well, happy.
"Been keeping out of trouble?" he asked with a grin as he pulled back from their embrace, smiling radiantly as he considered her with his deep viridian pools, (pools that had, on occasion recently, looked at mares in a totally different light). "Or making it wherever you go, as usual?" He asked playfully, teasingly - what else were brothers for?
She would have had have been blind to not see the glowing thing in the sky that fell quickly toward the ground. It wasn't a desire to protect anyone from anything that drove the young mare to take to the sky to investigate. It was her own curiosity and the fact that she knew someone who glowed. She remembered him saying that he was from the land of sun and sand. Was it possible that he had finally decided to come back to the Throat? After their meeting and the fact that he had stayed away from the Dragon's Throat she figured that he wanted to stay lost and shoved him to the back of her memory where she could forget about him easily.
But as she approached she could see him (and some other mare) more clearly.
Mordecai angled her wings and her striped body fell toward the ground. Sand sprayed as her hooves touched the ground and she trotted forward several steps before stopping. Her dark wings folded against and she stood for a moment regarding Ivezho and the smaller mare. Black eyes slid from the pale girl to the glowing stallion and her head tilted slightly. "Hash yer zin lei?" She directed her question to Ivezho as she thought back to what he'd said to her. "Che hash yer..." She paused then as she tried to find the word she wanted to use but came up blank. "...home?"
Not that it truly mattered one way or the other to her whether or not he called the Throat home. Still, there was a smug part of her that had known that she would eventually see him again.
"...home?"
Translation:
Hash yer zin lei? - are you still lost?
Che hash yer...
MORDECAI
maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed
i'll fight this bloody war with every strangled breath