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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.
The morning dawned in the eastern sky, the growing light coaxing Xolani's eyes open. The waters of the oasis lapped at the sands before her, sands that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was difficult to imagine that the desert was, in truth, an island, but having had to ride a boat to pass through the salty waters between the Dragon's Throat and the rest of Helovia, the mare could attest that it was true. Overhead, a few palm fronds waved in a slight morning breeze. No doubt the wind would die down as the sun's heat warmed the golden sands, but for now, it was actually quite pleasant to be awake. She was certainly glad to have arrived in the dead of winter, for it would give her time to grow accustomed to the brutal warmth of the desert.
Ilios and Ampere had departed soon after reaching the shore of their headland, each drawn to their own duties. She had followed their directions to reach the oasis, where she had settled in easily beneath a cluster of palms. She remembered that she was surprised, last night, to find that she had been exhausted, not only from her journey from the Threshold, but from all that had plagued her since her departure from her homeland, as well. It had been lovely to simply relax by the water, eating her dinner, and then lower herself to the ground to sleep. It had been some time since she had felt safe enough to sleep lying down, and that in and of itself indicated that she had made the right choice by following Ilios to this - her new home.
Today, she awoke feeling refreshed and ready to face the world outside her little copse of palms. She hadn't had the opportunity the day before to explore, or to meet any of her new family. The thought filled her with equal parts hesitations and excitement, for if all who dwelled in these sands were as kind and welcoming as Ilios and Ampere had been, she felt that she would soon come to fit quite nicely into whatever niche she found in this herd. Orange blossomed on her coat, galloping as a herd from flank to shoulder and then back again, as she pondered the possibilities of the day ahead, largely drowning out any green clouds of apprehension. The mare began to wander along the edge of the oasis, hoping to find someone else lingering by the water on this gentle Frostfall morning.
With tired eyes the child awoke that morning with a lazy start. With wings folded close, Ru was reluctant to move the rest of her body. However – the sun had broken above the horizon line, rays piercing out to blind the youth instead. Without shade or shelter to ignore the sun’s call, she sighed reluctantly and lifted her head. Squinting, unaccustomed to the bright landscape ahead of her.
It was odd for the child to stay in one place. But the prospect of discovering what lay ahead of her in this new ‘home’ sparked an overwhelming desire to move. If not for the random flow of ideas and thought, she would have slowly made her way to some place: slow and groggy.
With an exuberant chirp she hoisted herself up, shaking off the sand and giggling. Prancing ahead with a bounce to her step, the bay dun filly darted towards the oasis. Momentarily halting her pursuit for rich, fertile lands and treasure – for a couple mouthfuls of cool water. Yes, the dear had needs after all… and the day was ripe for pillaging!
Her long, lanky limbs carried her across the sands and sparse grasses. Allowing her eyes to dart and graze the surroundings. She’d vaguely recalled traversing a desert at a young age, but the image was filled with gaps and fuzzy senses. The only thing she could truly recall was the stark, red sand – a heavy orange hue that rippled above like great mountains into the heavens. Except these mountains could move, they were subordinate to the winds and dust storms. The child grunted and tossed her head, shaking it briefly. Those had been awful, a million particles of sand pelting against her body – she shuddered at the thought, preferring to plow forward than relive the experience.
The sight of the oasis provided a hopeful encounter. Lush foliage, and clean water; she spurred on at a gallop with a squeal. Beautiful! Hugging the bulk of her wings tight and close to her body, she propelled herself faster along the fading sands; and among the undergrowth, until…
Her darkened limbs, marred by the haphazard markings beyond, drove into the cool liquid. Causing a ruckus, splashing and disturbing the early morn with squeals and sharp, rusted laughs. Preoccupied by the luxury of an oasis, to really notice the stranger skirting along the edge.
Enraptured by the coolness of the oasis, her wings fanned out from the shock. Flapping several times as the youth settled and pawed at the water.
The sun was rising, bright and warm against the ivory mare's coat. The air was cool, but the day promised to be warm, a hint towards the end of Frostfall. In the desert, the nights had been cold, but the days had been quite nice, even for winter; Xolani was glad that she had chosen to come to this land with Ilios. Otherwise, she might have been freezing somewhere by herself, or in the company of those who would do no more than look down upon her and laugh. Of course, she was not so plain anymore -- no, now she was a plethora of colors that danced and played all across her body. If only her parents could see her now!
On second thought, she did not particularly wish to see them. They had never been particularly accepting, not in the way that she thought that parents should be. They had been ashamed of her, and a small part of her hated them for breeding her inner self-loathing. She continued to walk, meandering her way along the edge of the oasis. She cast thoughts of her parents from her mind, for she had no desire to encourage that kind of negativity in her new life. Instead, she would focus on the oasis in all its glory. There was such a lovely little lake, beautiful, towering palms, and there were plenty of others around --
A blur of tan flew by her, followed by the sound of a splash; green tinged with blue colored the mare's coat with splashes of surprise that did not take any particular shape, and she turned to regard a young filly who was splashing in the oasis. Xolani cocked her head to the side, regarding the girl quizzically. It did not appear that she had been noticed, and for a moment she considered leaving the foal to her own devices. Something held her in place, though, and after a moment, she realized that she did not want to leave the child without any supervision. Bad things could happen to babes who went off on their own, and she had no desire to have the child drown just because she had chosen to walk away.
She waited on the shore, wondering if the little pegasus would turn to see her or if she would merely watch in silence, never to be noticed.
@Ru - sorry for the wait, I was trying to give it a chance to get more participants ;D
Please tag Xolani in all replies.
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She giggled as her reflection warped in the water. Her pawing declined as her coral eyes viewed the surface for a moment longer. Briefly sensing her mother’s gaze in the orbs that stared back, infantile smile and all. With a heavy sigh she dipped her head, gathering the cool water. Drinking its essence with the slight burn of its frigid character. With a few more gulps to satiate her thirst, she stilled. That familiar feeling of being watched and observed crawled up her skin. Eyes shifted up to finally regard the crème figure standing beyond at the shore.
Ru snorted, wiggling her nose from the water when she pulled her head up. A light nicker exited from the youth, before she smiled and grinned happily. The filly bound towards the stranger, gallanting with the splashes to match her excitement. By now her coat and legs had all but darkened from the liquid, splotches and all. Ru came to stop, hopping in place before the mare with a splash and a giggle. Unabashed by her playfulness, she squealed and dipped her head in greetings.
She couldn’t tell if she’d captured a particular color etched upon the mare. It may have only been a lapse in perception as she made her way to the stranger. The soft features of the one before however, prove intriguing nonetheless. With locks that poured out with a long, silky abundance. Nothing like the tufts that lines her broad neck, or the stubble of a tail flicking now and then.
Ru tilted her head in thought, chirped, and quickly finished her greeting by poking the mare with her muzzle. Stretching out, aiming for her chest before darting back with a hop; wings shuffling just slightly out and in, anticipating, anxious to move and – perhaps, gain a fellow friend in the early hours of the morn.
@Xolani eh, no worries. I apologize for my late reply. :F
The silent mare was struck by the realization that the filly was the first equine that she had met in Helovia who was not brilliantly colored in some manner. Though the child was far from the mare's perception of "normal" with her white, feathered mane and strange tail, she was a mixture of tans and ivory, offering a vague sense of comfort to Xolani. With a tilted head and a smile, she watched as the babe giggled at the water, dipping her head in to take a sip before bounding about playfully. Finally noticing the watching stranger, the child splashed her way to shore, stopping just shy of the mare's chest and peering up at her with a grin.
The simple dip of her head in greeting made the mare wonder if perhaps this child, like her, was mute - or perhaps she simply chose not to speak. Either way, Xolani immediately relaxed, comforted by the familiarity of the greeting. Her own head bowed politely, a pleasant smile of welcome on her face. A light orange of playfulness bounced its way onto her pelt, shaping the tiny pegasus filly playing in the water. A yellow equine joined the image, depicting Xolani's peace and joy.
Suddenly, the little filly jumped forward, bumping her muzzle against the mare's chest and bounding away, just out of reach. The movement drew a grin and a silent giggle from Xolani whose shoulders bounced up and down without a sound. She jumped slightly in place, splaying her legs as though about to charge; then she trotted forward, her neck stretched out and down, aiming to tag the filly on the rump. If the girl wanted to play, then play they would!
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