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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.
05-02-2016, 01:44 AM (This post was last modified: 05-02-2016, 01:48 AM by Ru.)
She was alone once more, taking to the skies once more – searching. She wasn’t sure what for, but it was a restless feeling, a product of her loneliness that ached in her wings. She broke away from the earth, to taste the endless freedom in the heavens above. Where no boundaries could suffocate her spirit, and all possibilities unraveled their weights – this was home away from home. Her pillar, her rock, despite the tempest that lurked between the rough winds; Ru would learn her ways, become as ruthless and cunning as the gales. Perhaps as frightening as the lightning; would people notice her then? Would the sounds draw their ears, and their eyes to her silent mouth?
A soft sigh exited her dark maw, her breath catching against the strong winds shifting against her – shoving the weak breath back into her mouth. It was like choking, making her cough. She merely titled her head down to avoid the forceful streams. Lost, dissolved before it even filled the wavering voice behind it. Though it did not matter. Her tears would not change the way the world was, her isolation would only discourage others from drawing near. It may have been foolish then, to seek the Hidden Falls. Not knowing where exactly it lay, with only fuzzy memories as a guide.
On the other hand the work of getting there put her mind at ease. It was a restless day, clouds blotted the sky now and then; and she, the lonesome sparrow fluttered in and out of the chilling mist. Vapor covering the dun-skin yearling like a million, tiny crystals. Strangely, it was pleasant – the cold biting at your skin, with the wind to rage in your ears. Hearing nothing, numbed and untouchable.
She followed the river closest to the Threshold, making her way north. Inevitably she gave in to fatigue, and drifted towards the edges of the Hidden Falls at its most southern borders. The girl made an easy landing upon a meadow, few trees present. A little hill that rolled further on to thicker forests, rivers and mists that lazily wafted ahead. After such a journey she shook herself of the ice and snow, spluttering off as much as she could. She continued further on, walking along the crest of said hill, and pausing on its rounded summit. A breeze of the softer type rolled on by, carrying the subtle hints of equine. It brought a twitch to her nose. She wondered what she would find there, in the Hidden Falls; if December would somehow catch her scent, or if they’d miss each other entirely. The thought of the heavy mare, large and strong, brought a faint smile to her lips. It seemed like ages ago, since she’d first broke into this Helovia. It was as if… nothing had really changed though. Except for the hardening of her heart, and the ever present, wistful ache in her bones – for which flying could only cure.
Right then, as she stood there simply embracing the terrain. The sun’s light shot out, basking the white of winter in a golden glow. It sparkled here, it was alive with a cold, welcoming burn in the eyes. As the wind twisted once more, the yearling girl lifted her head. Closing her coral eyes in delight of the wind kissing at her bare neck. The sting of the sun’s reflection causing her eyes to water, picked up by a brief and sudden gust.
At least she didn’t feel completely naked and ugly, with the sparse layer of white feathers converging on the spine of her neck. Not yet thick and full, still odd and growing in that strange body of her’s. Maybe one day she would feel right again.
where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about
They followed the wind, wandering with it's push and pull, though inevitably ending up where their hearts belonged. Her hooves were sore, her body weary from traveling so much. She had taken to exploring Helovia further, just to introduce her companion to the land. She didn't know it well herself, but she found it important to know it nonetheless. Having Hero around gave her the perfect excuse to explore Helovia more, for her companion was as eager to learn as she was.
He had grown greatly in the season since she'd first met him. He used to be a scraggly looking reptile with leathery, useless looking wings and a bright, open mind. His body had grown, his muscles hardened, his wings became useful and used often. His mind was still open, though it now possessed a small wealth of knowledge, most notably of herbs.
He liked the study of herbs as much as she did.
He clutched a piece of willow bark in one claw, a flower from her mane in the other. He trilled upon his perch on her withers, waving the willow as if to say, 'I haven't lost it yet! I know it's important and I still have it!' She tilted her head to the side and offered her companion a tired, though genuine, smile before turning back to the route ahead.
She pricked her tulip shaped ears forward, the dainty tips kissing their mate. Waterfalls. They were close. She quickened her pace, picking up a sweeping trot and leaving a flourishing trail of flowers and petals in her wake as they fell from their hold in her hair. Hero chirped from his post, tucking the willow into her long curtain of mane so he could use his claw to grip a lock for balance.
The doctor leapt across the border, smiling, happy to be home and happy for it to be spring. She trotted forward a bit farther into the herdland, breathing in the familiar smell of home as she wound her leonine tail around her hocks. Home. A gust of wind blew through her hair, sending even more petals and flowers scattering the area around her. But she was in a happy mood, and smiled at the departing petals.
Snap. Crack.
She flicked an ear to the side, her dragon poking his head up from the nest of ebony hair he had made in her mane. A girl stood not to far from them, a pegasus, covered in feathers like no other she had ever known. So obviously the duchess had to investigate. Well, maybe she wouldn't directly do so first. She would order Hero do it instead.
The little dragon obeyed orders. Though he could be a ditzy creature and occasionally misunderstood her meaning, he would always do whatever she told him to do. She hung by a tree, watching the pegasus girl, leaning on the bark for support as her dragon listened intently to her orders. Once he thought he understood he leapt from his perch, sailing through the wind to the girl's side, a flower from Agnodice's mane still clutched in his claw.
He trilled a greeting to the girl, hovering by her head and extending his claw out, offering the flower (though he did so with a twinge of sadness - the flower was a soft, pink lily, one of his favorites to look at).
Ru’s thoughts scattered, leaving her with their soft murmurings. Like a swarm of bees, muted in the background. With the winds they dissolved further, until they seemed to have been forgotten. But not without the coolness of her heart, or the long gaze that searched the Falls for something familiar. By now her mother had become nothing more than a distant memory, a story no one would ever utter. Ru, incapable of speech, wished she could at least produce a word or two – wouldn’t that have made life easier?
The trilling sound snapped her from her gazing. Startled, briefly, as she stepped away from the flying creature that uttered it. Muscles tensing, legs eager to dart from something that might reach for her flesh, tear it to pieces, devour her body whole!
Flinching, despite the dragon’s small appearance. The serpent seemed to be offering her a – a flower? A bubbling sound of wonder gurgles from her throat. She tilts her head in an air of wonder that breaks her cool gaze. Deciding that, if the dragon – it was a dragon? Wasn’t it? – Were to harm her in any way, it would have attacked her sooner or later.
And with that, a happy, foalish smile swept her face. She coos back, and carefully stretches her head out to take the lily with her teeth. Squealing and flaring her nose from the smell. Frowning lightly, wondering where she might place it for safe keeping, she turns her neck and ushers a wing forward. At least the girl would remember and take the intention to heart. Hoping it wouldn’t blow off quickly, she manages to stick it in between the feathers closest to her body. The pink, soft petals poking out.
A flash of inspiration and giddiness idles in, when days seemed much happier – and the world was ripe for the taking. Ru playfully rears from where she stands, nudging her muzzle towards him, like one should poke in a simple game of chase. She falls back to the ground, ducking her head and skirting away from. Clucking at the black, serpentine friend.