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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.
Tilneys last trek to his former home had now been a handful of months ago. What a night it had been though! Tilney had hardly felt a greater honour than to welcome baby Rein into the world and give all his good wishes to his deer friend Rexanna. Motherhood certainly became her, she was fierce as ever. He was certain that her golden boy would have a remarkable life ahead of him.
That fateful night Tilney had also met one or two new friends. Tiamat of the Basin had stood out to him the most as a dedicated candidate for a future role as a Time Mender. He admired her dedication and apparent love for healing; it reminded him very much of himself.
It was that oceanic mare he had trekked so far to see; Both her and her colleagues. He longer to know more about how menders healed in their northern, frostbitten climate. Flora would be scare up here in the roof of helovia compared to his own lush domain in the western territory. Tilney was also sure that the plant life was much different in the basin; All he knew was that he had a lot to learn about northern healing and mending.
To keep the journey a little less tiresome, Tilney sang most of the way. Lucky for the hibernating birds and various winter creatures, he had quite a pleasant voice. Singing songs about his homeland and even places far far away kept the boredom off the seemingly endless walk. When the bronze boys hooves began to take him through the frozen arch however, he hushed. He didn't want to alert the sentenials - He would forever be frightened of them.
Fearful that he would be treated as an intruder, Tilney kept his distance from the enchanted structure, although he was sure that his home of the Edge was allied with the Basin was it not? Would he still be treated as a tresspasser? Deciding not to gamble the chances, He tossed his cloak over his haunches, shook his lions mane collar to cover his chilling body and sent a wild, echoing neigh and nicker about the basin to announce his arrival.
     tiamat</style> we run like a river runs to the sea</style>
Lowering her head awkwardly, Tiamat grips a handful of sticks in her mouth, with a few others tucked under her chin as she rises, her slender neck arching in towards her chest to hold them. Surely it is an amusing sight to watch, this blue mare nearly waddling in her awkward posture, shuffling through the powdery snow to a larger pile of sticks that sits tucked up against the mountain. Although Tiamat doesn’t need them herself, she figures it would be nice for others—fires are a popular thing this time of year, after all, and she would hate to have someone suffer in the cold.
This particular pile is in the middle of a gathering of caves, and with the wood kept from most of the snow, she figures someone will make use of it. Happily, she works, humming as she toddles around. Tiamat imagines singing to the trees as she hums, occasionally accompanied by the whistle of her horn as a breeze resonates through the hollow carvings. Although she works alone, she doesn’t feel lonely, her features brightened with her usual cheer as she makes her way to the mountain side.
Nudging her current bundle of sticks into her little pile, Tiamat is distracted when she hears the kindly call, the tones of the sound just barely familiar enough to stir vague memories. Raising her head, the ocean mare pivots on dainty heals and pushes towards the Basin’s entrance at a trot, blue knees lifting high as she ploughs through the thick drifts of snow (perhaps having a little too much fun, bounding in dancing leaps and laughing in delight by the time she nears her destination). Once the caramel stallion comes into view, Tiamat recognizes him instantly.
“Tilney!” She calls happily, a wide smile breaking across soft lips, her eyes alight with pleasure and her cheeks flushed from the frigid cold. “What a wonderful surprise,” the ocean mare says breathlessly once she halts before him, not hesitating a moment to reach out to him, dark whiskers seeking to embrace him in a gesture of friendship. She may not be as familiar with the antlered stallion as some others, but that does nothing to stop her from embracing him as a friend. If nothing else, the blue mare had been quite impressed with his chivalry—remembering his generous offer to share his furred garments in order to keep warm.
She only makes the best assumptions of his character.
With her grin never faltering from her lips, the ocean mare continues, a trace of laughter lacing her voice. “What brings you this far north, my friend? You’re quite a ways from home,” there is nothing in her expression to suggest that she would like anything else—the genuine delight in her eyes highlighting how much his visit is appreciated, “Is there anything I can do for you?” The mare leans her body forward as if to take a step, but cloven hooves remain where they are, her long tail curling happily behind her.
03-01-2016, 06:02 AM (This post was last modified: 03-01-2016, 06:03 AM by Tilney.)
tilney
and oh, there is more to this life
Just like magic the fellow he had come here seeking was the first to show her blue body on the snow-swept horizon. Tilney! she had called; he was glad she actually remembered his name! The bronze man accepted her embrace with once of his own, lightly tucking his head over her shell littered neck. "Tiamat!" He cooed "It's wonderful to see you again". Of course he hadnt come all this way without a reason, so when she quizzed him he replied instantaneously. "I have come seeking you actually! I was wondering if you had the time to teach me about the flora you use to heal up here in this climate, and also Northern healing practises in general"
His words had been clear but excited. He couldn't wait to learn form Tiamat and possibly other basin menders. This bronze man knew there was much to learn. The time he had spent as a scourge had been incredibly short and he unfortunately had not learned much at all. A lesson with Tiamat would better prepare him as a healer as he would know how to heal in different climates. What if he found himself injured at the frostbreath steppe? Presently he had no idea what to do when you were ill in the snow, he was used to the mild climate of the Worlds Edge.
He would take the opportunity though to ask Tiamat if she knew how little Rein was, and his mother. Both were very dear to him. It had also been where tilney had met the lovely oceanic healer. "Tell me, do you know how Rein and dear Rexanna are getting on? Perhaps I might pay them a visit while I am up north"
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also @Rexanna and @Rein - you are mentioned, feel free to jump in, tilney would love that!
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     tiamat</style> we run like a river runs to the sea</style>
The ocean mare can’t help but widen her smile at the caramel stallion’s greeting, his welcome every bit as bright and genuine as her own. He reaches for her as she does for him, and she breathes in his scent of ocean air and pine, delighting in the warmth of their embrace. When the cold Frostfall air settles in between them again, it doesn’t take long for her dear friend to explain his reasons for traveling up the mountainside. White eyes widen happily when he reveals that he has come looking for her (while it is certainly a pleasant surprise, it is a surprise all the same), and delicate ears slant intently forward as he continues.
He has come to learn! While the blue mare has very little knowledge about healing magic and its properties, she does know herbs—very well, actually. She is flattered that Tilney finds her knowledgeable enough to seek her out and learn from her. “Of course! I would love to,” if it is possible, Tiamat’s smile widens even more, the joy in her expression reaching to illuminate her eyes (a spark of playfulness playing in her gaze), “but only if you share some knowledge from your homeland—where is it again?” A breath of laughter sings through the cold air, her jest mingled with curiosity.
She looks up to him with her tail arcing happily behind her, though a dainty blue ear flicks briefly to the side when he asks after Rexanna and her son. Tiamat has not sought out the golden mare like she probably should have done, especially in the weeks following the ordeal of a birth; but she has seen the pair from a distance around the Basin, and has noticed nothing amiss. She is confident that Rexanna—or Ashamin—would seek her out if there was anything gravely wrong.
“Unfortunately I’ve only seen them from a distance, but they both seem to be doing wonderfully. Little Rein has already seemed to make good use of his legs,” Tiamat shakes her head with a soft smile, remembering that leggy little boy who looks so much like his parents. She is delighted for them both, knowing Rexanna and Ashamin to be good—great—people. They deserve happiness.
Exhaling blissfully, the blue mare nods her head in earnest agreement when Tilney mentions seeing them. “Oh I hope you do! I’m sure they would love to see you,” there is no trace of doubt in her tone, confident as she is in this world and its good people. “We might see them around here; come! I’ll show you to the medic’s cave, and our greenhouse,” gesturing over her shoulder, Tiamat pivots on dainty heels before heading down the mountainside and into the Basin’s snow-covered valley. She lifts cloven hooves high in a bouncy trot, pushing her way through the snow, making sure that the caramel stallion is never far from her shoulder.
notes; OH MY GOODNESS I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!<333
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