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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.
03-24-2016, 11:07 PM (This post was last modified: 03-24-2016, 11:09 PM by Merialeth.)
Merialeth
"Don't answer my questions." Merialeth pouted on the Earth God's shrine. "I get them from someone else." 'He knows all of the answers-- anyways.' She did not need the Hidden Falls members to answer her questions if she could talk to the god. Even the most patient of the herd members was getting tired of her endless questions. But she could not help it!
Merialeth had finally found her words. They were unexpectedly heavy on her tongue. Whenever they came to her she let them roll. How could they expect her to hold them there? How strong did they think she was?
"God of Ear-," Earth. Earth. Merialeth screwed her eyes shut in concentration. 'Earth' was a hard word. She had to practice the 'th' sound. Most of the time it came out more like a 'ff' sound. Who knows what would come if she asked for the 'God of the Earff'? This was important. She had to get it right. She had to make sure that the right guy came.
The painted girl had gone to the Storyteller's Pool. She had called to the God of the Earth there and it had not worked! Merialeth had not talked to him out loud there so now she did; which was okay, the filly liked to hear her own voice. At the pool she had also called him the 'Earff' god. So maybe if she got it right and she talked out loud here he might come! "Earth." Merialeth's face scrunched up even more in the final effort of pronouncing the word, then once she realized she had said it her face immediately changed to an expression of delight. "Earth God!"
Having shouted for the god Merialeth settled herself next to his shrine. There she waited and prepared the questions that she would ask him once he appeared.
Merialeth is coming to get the update to her magic! Give her some crazy quest, make her work for it (;
'Magic::Update::The memories she infuses into crystals can be viewed.'
The earth rumbled gently. Although snow did not often fall on the Veins - or what little did was seemingly swept away by the warmer elements among his kin - a little had fallen, here and there. As the earth shook, the snow danced and flourished on the top of the stones, singing silently of the Earth God's arrival. He appeared like a boulder being slowly hoisted through the earth - bits of stone and dirt fell away from his massive, sloping shoulders. His eyes appeared like two sparkly gems, held deeply within a rustic facade of strength and patience. He looked down at the young filly, with a warm smile.
"Hello youngling." He offered, nodding his horned skull in a greeting.
He had indeed heard her calling to him from the Storyteller's pool - and perhaps one day, should she ever find herself in the position of Storyteller - he would answer her there. For now, that position was reserved and his appearance within the Falls was similarly reserved.
The God's gaze scanned the girl with a polite paternal patience. He wondered what it could be, that one so young as she, was here to ask him for. Clearly she wanted something, and the God bore her gaze with an idle curiosity, wondering just what it could be, that one still so new to the world, could want enough to trek all the way out here to ask him for. And so, folding his massively feathered wings against he flanks, he waited silently for the answer to that particular question.
She had trekked her for miles, trying to keep up despite the girls endless energy. She had run off without permission... again, and the ivory lass was ready to blow her top. Yet she was so concerned as to whether or not her painted princess would cause trouble or hurt herself, that the angered subsided (for now), and her main task was to keep up with her only child. The trek was heading to somewhere she wasn't entirely familiar with, a place she had been told that the Gods will appear in order to grant you wishes or bring you gifts. Though she felt such things didn't seem very logical, she wasn't one to always assume others were wrong until she found out about it by herself. She noticed her child slowing down, looking around as if searching for something, for someone, and she couldn't help but shake her head and smile in amusement to herself. The girl was neither like her mother or father, she was a hurricane that could not be stopped, but December wouldn't have her any other way.
When she finally stopped, the mare took this chance to quicken her pace and ambush the little rascal. She could hear her broken words as she closed the distance, pride swelling in her chest despite knowing she needed to be firm. Her little girl had recently begun speaking, asking questions about the world around her and her parents, and it made her feel so relieved to know that there wasn't something different about her little baby after all. Yet once this pride went away, the concern and scolding expression returned, her throat clearing to make her presence known before calling out, gently nipping her beloved's withers in a quick reprimand,"Merialeth I have told you many times not to leave without my permission and Carl as an escort." The ground was moving, shaking and rumbling in one spot before she could say much more, and instinctively she brought herself in front of her daughter in front of her protectively, steel eyes hard and ready to fight off anything that came before her.
What she didn't expect was such a massive man as he. Towering over her with twice the bulk and hooves nearly the size of her head she took pause, watching him and registering him as a God. The Earth God to be exact, the patron of their beloved home. He was the one he was to bow down to, to never once question and whose home she was meant to love and protect. Which she did, or at least the memories she had acquired during her stay there. If anything, the only reason she held such love for her home was because of Midas, the only leader within those lands she truly respected. Despite the hurt it felt for him to be gone she carried on, she tolerated her new leaders, and she always respected the Earth God and his desires. Despite this, her maternal instincts and paranoid tendencies when it came to one thing she cared the most for in this world, were kicking in and causing her to refuse to budge. She didn't want to move, to leave them be, not when anything could happen.
Her body instinctively pressed against the babe's, eyes locking with the Earth God's respectfully, but an air of uncertainty within them. She was not going to budge, not going to move even though this man was a God. It something were to happen she would fight to the death so that her child might be safe. To assume such things would happen around one of the ascended was entirely absurd, but her damaged heart and soul was one that could only assume the worst in anyone when it came to her offspring. This wouldn't last forever, no, not likely, but until she was out of the new mommy phase, nothing was going to be able to easily access her little one. Even so, she dipped her head respectfully to him, even though she refused to move, and listened to him patiently speak to her child kindly. Once he was finished, she looked down to her with gentle grey eyes, searching her lovingly as she spoke," Now don't get too excited Meria. Be polite when you ask, and if he says no then you need to be okay with that."
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"SPEECH"
NOTES; December is the worst and I'm sorry but she's not xD