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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.
02-22-2016, 11:24 AM (This post was last modified: 02-22-2016, 12:12 PM by Odd.)
It was Vorsa, scouting ahead as she was want to do these days, who heard the disgruntled screeches of the birds. Immediately - as both Gwahir and Etoire did - Vorsa sent the information spiralling back to Gaucho who, like Meg, immediately descended from his lofty patrol.
As soon as his steely gaze fell upon the trio below, he frowned. Why Rasta here? He rumbled silently to himself, banking and allowing himself to swiftly sink lower towards the bloody sands and the assembled group.
Rasta had never been overly pleasant to Gaucho. At nearly every herd meeting she voiced her dissidence and disdain seemingly without a filter. She had openly rebuked Midas’ decision to name him lead all those long seasons ago, and her doubtfulness of Gaucho’s leadership had only grown. He hadn’t been surprised when she had abandoned her throat-family to go to the Falls, but he had been disappointed. The blind mare had never been one of his favourites, but he had sworn an oath to the Throat, and the loss of her presence within their ranks had been felt by the dun. Even so, he didn’t take abandonment lightly.
But that had just been her interactions with him. Not to mention her rudeness when Meg had visited the Falls looking for news of Sohalia, and her conflicts with other members of the herd.
So Gaucho was fully taken aback when he heard that the mare wanted to join them. Even more so to learn that Cera had played some part in it.
Keeping his thoughts veiled behind his stoic albeit exaggeratedly primitive features, Gaucho landed. He nodded his antlered skull decisively to Meg first, and then to Cera. His flaming wings tucked themselves neatly against his flanks, allowing Versa to land upon one of them, her burning orangey-red body adding to the flames which constantly burned there.
“Rasta.” His voice was polite, but distant. He hadn’t forgotten the one pleasant conversation they had had - all those long seasons ago about Sohalia - but even when Rasta was trying to appear helpful, she was still quite curt. And even so, one conversation without incident did not erase from his mind all of the other ones which had ended with trouble.
“You member of Throat once. You condemn Gaucho’s leadership then. Argue at every herd meeting, then abandon Throat. You show disrespect to Throat’s leaders - to Gaucho -“ He paused and nosed towards Meg, “to Megaera.” His voice was not necessarily judgemental or angry; he stated the facts as clearly as he saw them. Not that he thought Rasta particularly owed any of them an apology - if her station in life was to be a mocking, unhelpful voice at all times, then so be it. Gaucho didn’t care. But nor was he required to welcome her back into their family.
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