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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.
02-29-2016, 04:43 PM (This post was last modified: 04-02-2016, 10:12 PM by Nymeria.)
And I've grown familiar
With villains that live in my head
The coast was not cold enough for snow to fall—especially not this coast, edged with sumptuous, dark mountains and subtropic plants—but it did have a tendency towards bouts of heavy rain come winter.
It was by no means a pleasant rain so much as a nightmarish deluge, a cold and foul storm that thundered against sand and sea alike. Occasional a fork of lightning would split apart the marbled gray skies, leaving the world edged in a fine, violet light for a split second. Nymeria didn't mind the storm as much as she could have. Oh, she was wet, soaked down to the bone, skin lashing tightly across the curves of her sensuous hips—but she was warm when others would be cold. Her magic was astonishingly practical and diverse in application: the water that drizzled down her skin and pooled in the crook of her spine she was able to keep constantly heated, preventing any sort of unpleasant chilling sensation. And as for a more visual result? She steamed in a strange and enigmatic way, grey shrouding her form in an ethereal cloak.
The water was everywhere—it drowned out all other sounds—and bless, it felt good to be deaf. Lilómiel, cradled upon her withers, was less interested in her apathy. His eyes burned in the shadows (a flaming and heated red) and his tongue periodically slithered forth from his teeth to check the air. The rain was less a blessing than a curse to him; she supposed if she exhaled flame she might feel the same.
Still, she was hardly expecting them to engage in conflict anytime soon. This was a routine patrol; she was out seeking information, nothing more and nothing less.
Well... maybe not nothing more or less. She was seeking something else—but that something was a little more difficult to label.
Alune had wandered far from the World's Edge, from the safe canopy of the Moon's thick forest and sharp edges, he had gone to the farthest coast and beyond. The crossing to the Island had been less than exciting, the low tide had made it considerably easier before the ocean came to claim what had been lost. A greedy maw of frothing foam and dark blue waters, tumultous in their motion and dedicated in their reclaiming. The air was no better, humid and heavy, it tasted of rainstorms and a hard night. There would be no going back to the mainland for the blue hued Goliath.
Even when the rain had hit, the tears hard and unrelenting on his hide to reduce his luminous looking locks to silver spirals which stuck wetly to his thick neck. The glistening scythes which crowned his head glistened and glowed with each fork of lightning which lashed across the sky, in the night and chaotic elements, they spoke of deadly intent — silent lullabies of danger and ribbon flesh. This lordly seer was not always the pious creature he appeared to be, and in the night he came forth as a beast blessed with the moon's touch. He had long grown used to the way the rain pelted off of him, soaking and revealing the ample amounts of hardened muscle and sinew which rippled beneath. Marked him as a man of action and not just a man of sweet stories and chivalrous words. Plate sized hooves made the ground groan and squelch unpleasantly under his lapis hooves, yield beneath his titanic mass as it moved with a grace which betrayed everything he appeared as now. He floated, serenely but determined over the ruined grasses and sucking mud in order to find a safe haven for the night.
He saw her then, out of the corner of his silver orbs, all curves and smoke. Like a phantasmal dream come to life with an exhaled breath to break the silence. A breath exhaled between lust and roving minds. A vision to be sure, the large stallion noted. Despite himself, he was still just a stallion, and he appreciated the curves and delicate but intentional dips which made her, her. The dragon which rested upon her withers did not escape his gaze either, a creature which body he hoped to become one with. To take shape and fly as they did. So far, his quest had been slow to start. One day soon, he would be glistening silver scales with crowns more impressive than the four which sat upon his head now. One day.
She was a vision that should not be out in a rainstorm no matter the reason. Alune's hooves stilled to a stop and he swung his chiselled head in her direction. "What brings a fair lady out in this weather?" He rumbled out, thick baritone like dark velvet against satin, neck outstretched to extend greetings towards her. "Surely, you would feel more comfortable out of the rain?" The Seer suggested, leonine tail resting with a flick against the mud and tarnished grasses.
We are all like the bright moon
we still have our darker side
There's someone, Lilómiel informed her warily. Someone? She asked with melodious concern.
Nym drifted to an idle halt, minuscule droplets of water clinging to her lush lashes. Rain trickled down her spine, swirled down her flanks; her mane, dripping and wet, knotted across her sinewy neck. Her nostrils flared delicately to expose a thin ribbon of red flesh, but with the downpour she could find no trace of the stranger Lil had detected. Brows pinch together—she closes her eyes, focusing on the bond between dragon and equine.
It was an unnecessary motion. There, a faint drumbeat beneath the melody of the rain on sand and sea, were the sounds of approaching hooves. Like she'd experienced with past horses of considerable size, there was a certain tempo and heftiness to the stranger's pace.
For a moment longer she savoured her relative silence. Then she turned her head, haunches still posed towards the stallion's face, peering seductively over her rump. A faint smile (a leftover from a happier woman) pressed itself upon her silvered features. The stallion—he was not what she expecting, but when was that ever the case? Time and time again Helovia had proven to be more diverse than she remembered. Gone were the days of Argen's roan coat and Volterra's simple white blaze; now it was all brightly-colored unicorns and horned stallions.
His coat (muted blue) was a sonata unto itself, a countermelody to her smoke and shadow. She admired it—lingered over it—before her eyes made their way up to Alune's chiseled face.
"You'd be surprised," she said coolly, simultaneously answering and ignoring both questions at once. "How about you come and join me?"
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