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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 waves broke over shallow coral, cold spray blowing out to sea by the Frostfall breezes. They were strange breakers, to be certain, and the coral was oddly shaped… Perhaps a boulder? But did a boulder rise and grow from the depths? And did it writhe and struggle, a mixture of red fins, tan fins, aqua flashes, and opalescent scales? No.
What rose from the cool waves was neither coral nor boulder. It was horse— in some sense of the word. An aquatic warrior, plated in the sea’s armor and fitted with gills, crested from the surf. And in her jaws flailed a fish— a disc-shaped fish of gleaming, metallic scales and vermillion fins, as large as the woman’s barrel. It struggled, trying to returned to the sea; its size lent it strength, as strained and jerked the mare’s neck in its flailing. But, slowly, doggedly, the sea-borne mare drug the dying fish towards the shore.
It flopped desperately once, twice, sending a spray of salt and sand into the mare’s ridged face. But the fish, in all its opalescent glory, was as exhausted as the militant woman that tenaciously drug it out of the sea. Its exhaustion led to its demise, while Aquila’s led to her feast. The water had been frigid, where she had dove so deep trying to find some kind of passage back to her home— back to the Rift and Akvo. But the only thing she had found had been this ligurio*. It had been the ocean’s strange apology, for a ligurio was a difficult delectable to find and catch. Their flesh was sweet, their skin beauteous, their muscles strong and large.
There was a soft sucking sound as the gills on her shoulders opened and shut with each flare of her nostrils, body searching for more oxygen. It had been a long, arduous swim from the deep, all the while fighting this large fish. Too large eyes glare around her, head hung low as fish-blood dripped from her scaled lips onto the opalescent scales.
Fins around her face moving with each breath, she dropped her head and slowly began to slice into the ligurio’s flesh with her bladed horn.
Aquila is at the southern shores of DT, and she wants to join a herd, but has no idea she's in a herdland :O
Also, the fish she's drug up on the sand is this pretty thing
approach at your own risk, she might get territorial of her catch ;]
05-03-2016, 10:01 PM (This post was last modified: 05-03-2016, 10:04 PM by Megaera.)
She saw the creature rise from the sea. The unexpected movement had caught her attention as she crested a sandy dune and because it was so very unexpected if pt and end to the routine patrol and gave her a target of focus. She was perhaps a quarter mile and the hawk-eyed Sultana stopped to watch the progression up onto the beach. The horse (at least it looked mostly like a horse was dragging a strange disk-fish up from the depths in a sight that was utterly baffling and down right alarming. The southern reaches of her home were not so often visited, even by residents and so to see a silhouette she did not recognize doing strange and dubious things with a fish was definitely cause for alarm.
She approached with caution, eyeing the figure as it started slicing up it’s catch. It seemed to be eating(?) the fish and that was strange enough; unnerved the Sultana’s ears fell back and her posture shifted to an intimidating if not downright aggressive mode. Head low and wings high and flared, she moved forward, stopping a safe distance away. Meg did not even venture to suspect that the striped mare had ventured here by sea, even with the rest that would have seemed to farfetched. In that case, she very much wanted to know how the stranger had managed to make her way through her home without detection. “You there.” Her words were stern and the attitude was mirrored in her hard gaze. “How did you cross the bridge?” To Meg that was the only way the creature could have come to be here, unless she had wings hidden under those scales.
”.”
OOC :: @Aquila Timeline note: before herd meeting/Meg’s journey to the veins, (pregnancy not yet showing)
Megaera there is a war inside my heart gone silent
both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
Her brief glance about had yielded no others— but she was unused to scanning dunes. Her sight was better acclimated to scanning reefs and undersea valleys, and so the dark bay mare mare had escaped Aquila’s vision. So wholly had her attention been on carving off the opalescent skin and consuming the succulent flesh, that the shadow of raised winged and flared feathers moving on the sand so close to her caught her off-guard.
But her guard quickly flared up, in the form of flashing aqua stripes, raised ridges, and flared fins. Her gills and nostrils still sucked for oxygen, but slowly her barrel was calming its rapid movement for air— though exhaustion still sagged her usually athletic frame.
A growl issued from her throat, she was too tired to defend herself from a winged predator— even if this dark bay mare was smaller than herself. Unblinking, aqua eyes rake over the lithe body of the pegasus woman, severe stare lingering on her wings. It was rare that the seahorse was allowed to study them so closely while they were unfurled— usually she was fighting or disappearing beneath the waves. So, she took advantage, studying their structure for weakness, points the would yield beneath her teeth or arteries that would slice beneath her horn.
Eyes jerked to the woman’s lowered, aggressive face as she spoke. The Akvian’s own head dropped, mirroring the pegasus’s, to hover above her prey. Fins fanned, tail barbs rattled, teeth bared, ridges rose— her body seemed to say, This is mine, of the gleaming, bloody carcass at her webbed hooves.
A snort pushed past her flared nostrils, “Bridge?” Her growl was deep and disbelieving, “I need no bridge for water.” Her ridges undulated as she spoke, as if to highlight her words. She paused, eyes sweeping the threatening, winged body— part of her wished to defend her catch, another part wished to disappear beneath the waves. But she was too tired for either actions, so instead she asked, “Why is there a bridge to here?” Her body did not relax, but the growl left her voice.