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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.
Somehow she found herself once more standing upon the bright, mirrored shore. She didn't know how, or why, but suddenly she was alone and as far south as she could get without trespassing on Dragon's Throat territory or the island that she'd rather never visit again. Alone, except for Petyr. But in the quiet, her mind wanders back to the last time she stood upon these shores. The memories coming in flashes, each one building on the next. It all started with her arrival in the air, an innocent child stumbling upon what would soon be a horrific blood bath. Then suddenly there's the mass of Helovians, surging forward towards an unseen enemy - among them, however, is the spotted form of the (then) Queen Mauja. He inspires her, fills her with the courage to act. But why? And then, just like that, he's gone - the image fading from her memory and leaving her physically feeling his loss. No. she thinks, at first a whisper - almost hesitant. No. firmer now, more adamant and almost angry. Bring him back! she screams in her mind, at her own thoughts but they don't obey. Of course they don't obey. And then Mauja - quiet, wonderful, powerful Mauja - is replaced by her diving into the fray, only vaguely noticing the voice screaming her name. It's more clear now, in the replay, and it only manages to summon the heat of rage within her breast. It was father - the asshole that left her in the dust for what? His own selfish reasons? He didn't have the right to care for her now. Didn't have the right to tell her what she could and couldn't do. "Fuck you." she practically snarls beneath her breath, faint but defiant. The pain of him walking away (and staying away) fuels her hatred.
The rest of the memories come more quickly, blinking from one to next with less darkness and quiet in between for her to react. It was both a blessing and a curse - a blessing because reliving it slowly would have been torturous and a curse because it was all moving so fast, bombarding her senses and leaving her a quivering, half-sobbing mess by the time it was all over. All that lingered was the pain and stiffness in her knees from the creature's blood and the stinging pain on her side where its' tail collided with her and knocked her down. The pain in her head, after the battle ceased and everyone dissipated, was what she remembered the most vividly. Tears swell, hot, in her vivid teal eyes and she has to lock her knees to keep herself from collapsing onto the glossy, mirrored surface of the Halcyon Flats. Petyr presses himself into the pale locks just behind her ears, his fiery hued beak preening the dark tresses of her forelock in an attempt to comfort her, to calm her. But just as her trembling stops and her breathing begins to even out, the vivid green bird suddenly takes off - his destination and 'brilliant idea' intentionally blocked from her viewing pleasure. If she knew where he was going and whom he was going to get, she might have stopped him - not because she wanted to but to honor her mother's wishes (besides, in just half a year she didn't have to heed her mother's rules anymore).
She is startled by his sudden departure, her eyes widening in surprise as she locked onto his retreating form. "HEY!" she yells, "PETYR! GET BACK HERE!" she attempts to scold but her tone sounds more frantic to her own ears than angry and before she knows it his bright green form fades from her sight. Dejected, the filly lowers her gaze to the ground beneath her - the mirrored surface reflecting her own pouty expression and the vibrant purple of her passionflowers around her hooves. "I still needed you..." the girl finally adds, her voice soft and barely above a whisper. And she had. No, she still needs him. He's been by her side for nearly a year now - a constant when everything else in her world wanted to come crashing down upon her. And he left her.
@Rift
Uhm, I have no idea where this came from. Or why she's apparently having a mini breakdown. But you have permission to powerplay Petyr finding Rift and leading him to Nae. <3
IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME
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There were half moons trailing his steps as he wandered along the shore, the salty Frostfall winds tossing and tangling his crimson locks. He wasn't quite sure why he wasn't further inland of the sandy island, where the chilled and furiously crashing waters couldn't affect him, but here he was. Glancing back toward the way he had come, Rift was met with only his hoof prints and a thin mist that hung like a spectre over the beach. Head hung low over the sands, Rift allowed his lips to scrape lightly over the wetted sands, marveling at the plethora of scents that gathered beneath his hooves.
Here he could smell the echo of his King, there the fading essence of an anonymous herd mate, there a hint of barnacle and Ranjiri. His lips pulled into a faint grin at the thought of his gold-limned friend; where had she been these past few weeks? Not that it was uncommon for the ruby eyed mare to run off for lengths at a time, but this particular bout seemed to be especially long. With a huff, the thin stallion straightened and allowed his vision to wander across the wide strip of sea to his left, the mainland a faint dark smudge on the horizon.
A sigh blew from sand-littered nares as he gazed at the churning grey waters of his newfound home; but what was that? A small speck was flitting over the sea, tossed at times dangerously close to the slate surface. Halting, Rift felt the muscles in his shoulders tense as his wings lifted from their place at his sides. He watched the tiny creature battle it's way through the seaside gusts, wings flapping fast enough to be a blur as it neared. Cocking his head to the side, Rift's narrowed eyes suddenly flew wide and he found himself sprinting into the frigid surf to meet Petyr.
Rift was knee-deep in the chilled waters as Petyr landed on his forehead, yanking at the crimson hairs of his forelock. Panic rising in his chest, the scarlet stallion unfurled his wings and found himself airborne before he had even finished processing what had happened. As the sea became smaller and the Dragon's Throat shrunk behind them, Rift remained silent, refusing to allow the cloud of worry that hung over his thoughts to descend into his being.
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Beneath Petyr's guidance - a combination of pulling the hairs of Rift's forelock and various chirps - the pair found themselves steadily descending toward a smudge on the Halycon Flats. Scarlet eyes crawled over every inch of the chocolate spattered yearling and only after he had deduced that she was unhurt did Rift allow himself to relax. The flowers that sprung up beneath her hooves framed her reflection and, as he landed softly beside her, he noted the sadness and anger that filled her expression.
With a trill, Petyr flitted back to his place upon Naerys' withers and began to preen, a satisfied glint in his beaded eyes. Brows knitting together in frustration, Rift turned so that Naerys' rump brushed against his left shoulder while her shoulder pressed against his flank. He detested that she had been forbidden to see him, that through the anger and suspicion he had inspired, he could do nothing to protect her.
Yet here he was, standing side to side with the child he felt such a yearning to care for.
"Don't look up, remember, your mother forbid you to see me. If you don't see me, are you really breaking the rules?" His voice was soft and light, but there was a backdrop of deeper emotion hidden there, "What has happened, Naerys? Why do you look so torn?" Moving his head so that he could bump the girl with his nose, Rift was split between whooping for joy and sobbing with relief that she was here, that she was whole and otherwise uninjured.
All he knew was that his chest didn't ache any more at the sight of her and that she was something to fight for.
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