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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.
and from the rain
comes a river running wild
that will create an empire for you
So…I thought that I had seen brother run this way. Through the darkness, I had managed to rouse myself from my deep, beautiful slumber when I felt him leave—the cold air biting in his absence—and this time, I was determined not to be left out.
Blearily I had blinked through the night shadows, only half trying to not wake Ma (perhaps I don’t have all the finesse or sensibility that brother has), and stumbled a few times before I was actually awake enough to march after him. I had been tempted to call out, to let him know that I’d sacrificed my beauty sleep for him, but with a narrowed glance cast over my shoulder at the heaping shadow of Ma, I had not.
And now, well—I have no freakin’ idea where brother has run off to.
Grumbling to myself, I rest in the meager shadow of a naked tree, one of the few (and pathetic, seriously) structures that offer aid from this icy, flat, and barren wasteland. My eyes are narrowed as I look around, the dawn having arrived by now, painting the landscape in pastel colors of pink and yellow. It’s probably considered beautiful to some, it definitely isn’t ugly, but I’m too tired and grumpy to notice. Instead I pout, huffing out overly dramatic breaths of air and watch as the white billows slowly dissipate.
I’m not exactly sure how much time has passed, or if brother is even nearby at all. All I know is that it’s cold as balls here, I’m tired, and now that I think about it, I’m hungry. Hangry—it’s a thing, and I feel it coming on.
Lowering my head, I push the snow around a little bit (as if anything useful would turn up), before something else steals my attention. In the distance, a figure—someone—seems to be moving. From where I am I can’t tell if they’re moving towards or away from me, but immediately I think of brother—that must be him! Whinnying happily, I bound towards him, my skinny legs struggling to keep up with my excitement.
A grating, high pitched whinny pierced her ears— she was getting so irritated with the incessant attack of sounds above the waves. The sea was calm, sound waves were subtle. Here, in the air, noises were thrown about with reckless abandon. It made her ear drums sore, and sent a thread of pain between her too-large eyes.
Eyes that were snapped to the horizon, watching the bounding, small creature approach. There seemed to be so many youths here, she had seen some fight in the Isles and had come across one in the Heart Caves. At first, her ridges raised in warning at the exuberantly approaching foal. Sharp fins flare out while tail vibrates a her barbs click in warning. She was in a foul mood, to be certain, the air was dry and the powdery white substance was cold, even if it did dissolve to liquid when it warmed.
Her body was built for temperate seas, not mountain plateaus. And she was certainly not accustomed to interacting with children. But, even she took pause at the blood spatter upon the filly’s face, ridges smoothing and fins folding slightly before she realized it was a marking. How strange. (The irony of her calling a marking strange was not lost on her.)
A scaled ear tipped forward as she held her ground against the approaching child, unblinking eyes not leaving the small body. "What do you want?” her throaty growl shattered the dawn’s stillness as her was thrown at the blood-marked juvenile. Her foul temper leaked into her words, face, and voice.
and from the rain
comes a river running wild
that will create an empire for you
I run—far too blinded by my excitement, my eagerness that flares through my veins to notice how the figure’s shape changes. The distance between us closes, and I just keep on running, totally oblivious for now of the steely eyes that are already pinning me down. Laughing breathlessly (it feels weird, I’m not used to laughing like this) I throw myself through the snow, kicking up my heels in a spirited buck for good measure. The flurries of snow tossed up by my hooves fly in every direction, some jumping up to bite me in the butt with their icy chill.
I toss my head, snorting a guttural breath before blinking the snowflakes from my eyes. “Woah,” I gasp suddenly, finally noticing that this person is, in fact, very much not my brother. I’m not even sure if they’re an equine at all! As the distance between us continues to diminish, the more I’m convinced that this has to be some sort of…alien or something. Definitely not from this world (and definitely not right). “Holy mother of monsters!” The words hiss from my teeth in a spit of breath, and I force my legs to stiffen in an effort to slow down and avoid a collision with this thing.
At last I come to a graceless halt, my bright gold eyes meeting the stranger’s boldly, my curiosity (wonder? Disgust?) overshadowing any fear that I probably should feel. All I can do is gawk at the creature, almost unbelieving that it’s real at all! There are fins—fins?!—raised from her body, and a snake instead of a normal tail, with barbed needles at the end, and it doesn’t seem like her skin is made of soft flesh and fur—but of scales and, and—and I don’t even know what . To top it all off, she’s huge.
I’m startled by her voice—not because it’s too abnormal (it’s probably the most normal attribute about this thing), but I’m so distracted by how…strange she is! “I—” What do I even say? I’m almost surprised I can understand her language at all. I lick my lips and flick my tail before continuing. “I thought you were someone else,” my voice is careful almost, the words slow as my eyes narrow in study of her features, my attention splattered all over the place. Finally, I can stand it no longer. “What are you?” It is a brazen question (more of a demand, really), and I look at her, not having a clue what she’s gonna do next.
04-29-2016, 11:08 AM (This post was last modified: 04-29-2016, 11:09 AM by Aquila.)
of the sea
The gasp, the hiss, the locking of limbs and flurry of snow as the foal slams to a shocked halt before her— it does not surprise the militant woman. Others find her ridges strange, her stare alien, her fins otherworldly. And they are right to. She is otherworldly. She is from the Rift, from beneath the waves; she is a woman that knows the martial arts much better than how to converse with a foal— a filly, as the lilt of this blood-marked child indicates.
Scaled ears pin as an icy spray of snow precedes the abrupt halt of the filly. A harsh, snarling snort shakes free the snowflakes from her face, but still some takes purchase amid the ridges of her neck— uncomfortably cold and slowly melting amid her scales. Large eyes stare unnervingly into the child’s gold eyes, impatiently waiting for an answer to her question.
She falters over her words at first, causing the seahorse to flick of her tail that brings a rattle from her barbs. “I thought you were someone else.” Her scaled lips twitch, “Clearly.” Her low voice was dry, as it is apparent by the shocked look on the filly’s face (and her following question) that Aquila is not what the youth was expecting.
The tips of her sharp teeth purposefully show as she answers the brazen, demanded question of the filly, “I am Akvian,” her throaty voice is proud, now, as ridges flaring on her arching, muscular neck. “My name is Aquila,” her gaze still does not blink or break from the filly’s, “Yours?”
Though the youth’s bold nature rankles the mare as a challenge, she cannot fight the child. (Can she?) So, instead, she waits for an answer.
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