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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.
His mother had left him. So Libertad followed. He fled from the confines of Helovia after mere childish need and quickly found himself lost. Not even his trail of red could lead him back to the safety of his sister… Oh d’Arcy.. In the time away he found so quickly that there is only one individual he truly needs and it is not his mother. The rose had taken his adventures on his own and in the weeks since he can feel his body changing. A starving beast is beginning it’s slow awakening and he hasn’t found the satisfaction to the hunger. He makes his way back to familiar grounds and he can feel excitement swell into his chest. The colt shifts his gait into a fast gallop. His hooves rumble against the ground and his eyes grow wide in anticipation. d’Arcy will be waiting for him.. d’Arcy will come to him and he can feel that starving beast rumbling at the thought of his sister.
He doesn’t pause at the borders to wait. Libertad just continues to gallop and take in the familiarity of his childhood home. His roses follow behind him and leave their mark upon the ground, practically announcing his return.
“D’ARCY!” Libertad calls, his voice having deepened since their last meeting. Already he can imagine the smile upon his sister’s face. Oh how overjoyed she’ll be for him to have finally returned from his journeys, and there’s not even a sneaking suspicion that the filly will be upset or angry with him. How could d’Arcy be upset? They are two halves that shall be made whole once again and perhaps she’ll revel in this new body of his. Part of him even hopes to settle the growing hunger inside of himself. The strain from his running catches up to him and he wheezes from his ailment. After a brief coughing fit, the rose resumes his search for his twin and his eyes scan over the area eagerly for some sign of her.
?
She stops dead in her tracks, and for the barest breath if a moment stares transfixed at the line of blood that crosses her path on the snow flecked ground. Perhaps some would be frightened, perhaps others would think some wounded animal had come this way... But d'Arcy knows the pattern, knows the smell, knows that this blood is her blood and that Libertad had found his way home.
Mother had told them she was going, but her twin had given no such warning, and it was his departures, his absence that had been the first thing to ever truly hurt the red girl. He had been her wombmate, her perfect other half, and he had left her. She had spent weeks, months? trying to patch up the gaping hole. In getting to know and learning from the herd’s sneaks she had tried to find some other place and purpose to fill the void that he had left. ’You don’t need him to live, d’Arcy! You don’t need anyone!’ she had repeated to herself, trying desperately to make it true.
"D'ARCY!"
The call is a dagger to the heart, one that buries itself deep and twists and leaves her bleeding. And, oh, it's blood that calls to her, the voice has changed but she knows it and it pulls her from any sense of calm she though she had found to tear at her down, wrecked like a ship upon the rocks. How could she have deluded herself that she didn’t need him? Her eyes and heart lift in the direction of the sound and the red shadow is off through the trees at a breakneck pace.
And there he is, just ahead… He’s taller now and beautiful—so beautiful she might have wept—and indeed there are tears in her eyes as she skids to a halt just yard away. There’s a fear there, one that keeps her from reaching for him, that he might disappear again. Somewhere in her heart too, was a bitter regret, for now that he had returned she had tasted her last of the sweetness of an independent heart. "Libertad." It's barely a whisper, a plea and a prayer.
You'll see her in your nightmares, you'll see her in your dreams
She'll appear out of nowhere but she ain't what she seems
She comes and when he sees that red frame everything is right. Libertad can’t help but draw his eyes hungrily over her body… That body that was pressed against his in the womb, the one he has been separated from for far too long. He grins when she speaks his name and slowly he steps towards her. That hunger in him doesn’t quiet.. It roars and he can only guess it is his sheer need for his sister.. The need to be close.. The need to touch her.. Libertad moves to stand on d’Arcy’s right and tries to press his side into her’s.
“I missed you.” He says in a low voice, that strange craving he feels in his body creeps into his voice. Desire leaves him unsettled.. What is happening to him and his body? Mother had been oh so busy.. Far too busy to tend to her children and explain these changes. It is undeniable that he resents his mother’s departure even if she had warned them. Libertad had been hardly more than a boy when she simply decided to leave.. Yet he had left d’Arcy.. but that is different he tells himself. They are not the same. Libertad had gotten lost. He hadn’t meant to leave d’Arcy, besides.. She is his just as he is hers.. The rose denies the abandonment vehemently in his mind, telling himself there is no wrong that was done. D’Arcy cannot possibly be angry at him for he completes her. Libertad reaches out to grasp a strand of her hair and give it a gentle tug, an affectionate antic from their younger days.
The rose then turns his face to press it close to her ear. “I won’t leave again.” He says, a soft promise and he tells himself that will be enough.
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