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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.
These moving parts inside of me - Well, they’ve been shutting down for quite some time Leaving only rust behind
You were born upon the very bones of a new beginning. You were not meant for the world and yet you came. You came in a rush, an explosion of light, a clap of thunder. You were a force of nature without wanting to be. You were different in such a way that even those close to you would never understand what you would one day become. So you were different, you were special, and you were born.
You would recall this someday when the sun wasn’t quite so blinding and the sand wasn’t quite so blistering. You would recall this when those golden eyes didn’t follow your every spill and your every tumble – and they would follow, those watchful eyes. They would protect you when your mother simply couldn’t and they would find you when the south tried to swallow you whole.
Even as you pressed onward into the endless hills of gilded heat and rolling sand waves, you knew that the beast would trail shortly behind. Mother would sound out his name to you more than once in the coming weeks, but Ro-mul was merely a set of vowels and consonants that you couldn’t yet grasp. Besides he wasn’t yours, he was only hers, your mother's. Yet, he still followed, keeping a protective hold on you as you wandered and romped.
At times you invited him to join you in your frolicking, but he would simply turn his stern wolfish grimace away from you, likely longing to watch over another maiden with markings too similar to yours. You’d taken after her a great deal, you know.. right down to her eyes, her design, and even part of her disposition. Your mother had given you only the very best parts of herself and you had yet to fully figure that out. Perhaps that was why she sent the wolf to protect you and to keep you from drifting too far from her side—you were quite the drifter after all.
The sun seemed to beat down upon your narrow back as you cavorted throughout the Throat with your head tossed back and your eyes tracing a path through the clouds overhead. Your coat seemed to shine in such a light and across the downy fuzz there glinted a crimson shadow. It would take months before you shed away your youth in exchange for adolescence, but your beauty was obvious just beneath it all. Perhaps you would be just as stunning as your mother or perhaps you would take after your grim and handsome father—it was hard to say.
For a time you paused to harass the white-haired wolf sent to reprimand you and for a time he simply ignored your call to arms. But eventually he grew tired of your antics and turned his back to your blasé conundrums, clearly aware of your intentions. It had become a ritual between the two of you—you pressing him to turn away and he finally obliging— and once you’d achieved your results, you’d fight your way over the dunes toward the ocean.
Sometimes you thought of yourself as an escape artist, a true fiend, until you would later glimpse those golden eyes peering at you dancing amongst the waves. Maybe it was just a game that the two of you played and liked to pretend… because you certainly didn’t fool the wolf and he didn’t fool you. At least not yet. At least not now.
Gyda
Down my arms, a thousand satellites Suddenly discover signs of life
When not out in Helovia searching for her brother and family, Vastra spent her days in the Throat learning everything she could about the flora and fauna that lived there. Without guidance, many of the names she gave to the creatures were made up gibberish. But she adored them all - whether they were slimy slugs that stuck to her legs when she went wading into the lake or birds she tried to get close to on the beaches as they hunted in the shallows.
On this day, in the heat lessened by the clouds rolling in front of the sun, she was observing some lizards leap to catch abundant flies near the ocean. Or, that had been the plan, until larger movements caught her attention and she turned her head to watch two figures crest the dunes neighbouring the ocean.
It was another red filly - but where Vastra was red like the sand and fire, this filly red like blood, red like the sea creatures Vastra had discovered with Castor. She was a rich red that stood out blatantly from the dunes and rocks and desert of their surrounding. The mere fact that this strange filly did not look like she belonged here was enough reason for Vastra to abandon her observation of the lizards and approach the pair.
Slowly she rose, careful not to frighten the lizards, and moved away and towards the other girl. She had not yet met another girl her age before. “Hello.” The word came out cautiously, as though the wingless filly was a viper and not a fellow horse. Really, Vastra might not have approached even a viper with so much caution. She was learning about them slowly, the snakes and the creatures that shared her home - and which ones needed to be given a wider berth than the others. She had spent days, those listless lonely days without Castor, lying out in the sand and letting creatures learn about her as she learned about them.
So was this filly and the wolf part of those that she needed to avoid? Or one she could approach?
She hung back a little, just to be safe, but her eyes were bright with curiosity and crossed the distance for her.
That curious gaze shifted to the wolf, who seemed even more out of place in the desert with his white fur than the filly. “That yours?” She asked cautiously, aware now that she was more likely to come across someone that could speak the common tongue instead of that used by her family.
the embers of a fire still burning as they die
stay bright to keep us side by side
These moving parts inside of me - Well, they’ve been shutting down for quite some time Leaving only rust behind
The waves were frothy and warm near the shore. The sun had beaten through their reflective defenses and managed to make its way toward the naked ocean floor. You were mesmerized, smitten even, by the continual heave of its breast as the sea breathed life and saltwater kisses across the sand. You danced and bucked, tilted and swayed, in and out of the surf, squealing and calling for the white wolf to join you from afar. He was kind enough to humor you with a grunt and a sullen sigh, but remained unmoving toward your childish cajoling. Too bad mother wasn’t around to command him otherwise…
As you shimmied and turned, your tiny hooves leaving equally tiny impressions along the beach, you almost failed to notice the unfamiliar addition to your play. It was a filly no older than yourself and a pretty and interesting one at that. She was much like you in ways that your brother simply wasn’t and it caused you pause. Suddenly the waves seemed to drop away behind you as you stood staring, drenched in the remnants of the ocean’s tide. What little forelock you had grown in the short month you’d been alive was now plastered across your poll, a tangled and unrecognizable mess. Yet, from beneath it, you peered at the stranger with those pale and unassuming eyes.
Romul fell to attention almost immediately, the wolf gathering himself alongside you despite the waves, and motioned for you to stay close. It was the first time you had ever seen him come so near the ocean's edge and in spite of the situation, it made you smile. However, above the rushing of the swell and the cooing of the southern gales, your new friend (though nervous) called out to you from a distance. You struggled with her speech, turning the single word over in your mind as you strung meaning and intent throughout, before finally responding with an attentive, “Hel-lo.”
Then, you watched her brandy-colored eyes trailing toward your mother’s companion while Romul returned her interest with an absentminded chuffing. It was meant to sound protective and alert, but his duties lie elsewhere in the Throat and you were but a mere distraction from said responsibility. You chuckled for a moment, the sound itself washing away beneath the layers of seaside song, and then returned your smiles to the beautiful new acquaintance you hoped to obtain.
“No…” you stressed as you attempted speech for the second time without your mother there to guide your tongue. “It’s—not.”
You shook your head sending a leftover spray of saltwater dancing about your face. “I’m… Gyda.” The sound of your voice felt foreign even to your own ears, but somehow exhilarating, as if you wanted nothing more than to keep talking. For the first time in your life you had manged to introduce yourself to someone instead of leaving your mother to do it for you. How well you were learning now…
Gyda
Down my arms, a thousand satellites Suddenly discover signs of life
Vastra was not put off in the slightest when she discovered that the wolf did not belong to the girl, it only spurred her curiosity further. If it wasn’t her wolf then whose was it? Or was it wild? It had greeted her with a strange chuffing noise that delighted Vastra to no end. What a wonderful sound! Far more interesting than the language that she - and the other filly - fumbled over in their youth. But she did not know how to respond back to the wolf so she only let her gaze linger on it for a moment longer before, reluctantly, looking toward the rich brown girl who was introducing herself.
Gyda.
Yes, that would do.
“I’m Vastra.” She responded quietly her head tilting slightly to the left as she regarded the pair before her. She liked them because they were bubbly and enthusiastic the way she had seen some of the other horses around here act. But, now that they had been introduced, she had reached the end of her social skills. What came next? She hadn’t too much experience interacting with those her own age or… anyone outside of her family really. Or anyone in her family… Alright, her socialization was pretty much nil at this point.
After fidgeting her wings and shuffling one of her hooves against the sand, her dark brown eyes trailed to the ocean. “You were.. playing?” She asked cautiously, trying to figure out what was the next thing to say. She’d like to play or explore with this pair before her but what if they didn’t want to with her?
the embers of a fire still burning as they die
stay bright to keep us side by side
These moving parts inside of me - Well, they’ve been shutting down for quite some time Leaving only rust behind
You were unaccustomed to fillies and colts and solely in tune with the nature of your wolven friend (if one could call him such). In fact, as you stared at the rosy colored girl with her ochre eyes and white snipped nose, all you could imagine was the dozens of waves you were missing as they rolled onto the shore. Some were quite small while others were quite large and they often pushed you about as they fell into your knees in the shallows of the sandy shelf you were continuously told to mind. You hadn’t yet tested the depths beyond the sandbar, because Romul was trained to pay you a harsh lashing should you disobey, but you knew that one day you would sneak a visit to the deep waters to play. It was a game you had become increasingly good at as you aged (fooling the wolf), but perhaps with this Vastra you would be able to win once and for all.
When the crimson girl had finally gathered the courage to ask what you’d been doing, you turned to face her with a devious smile. Little did she know how engrossed you’d become with finding ways to think ‘outside’ the box. Maybe if she’d known, she would have left you alone on the beach, but you hoped for more than a passerby who had no sense of adventure at all. “Yes!” you nearly squealed with delight when she’d asked, and then you welcomed her to your game by kicking up your heels and gallivanting once more into the waves as they sailed across the oceanfront. Romul was quick to follow behind now that you’d gained an onlooker and he appeared to panic slightly at the sight of your rambunctious behavior. Your mother had never been so high-strung.
“Come –o- on!” you beckoned between fits of laughter as you watched Romul tire and turn away from the seaside. He’d set the example for the other filly and endorsed an unintentional game of tag. On a whim, you turned to check on your friend (if you could safely call her that) and despite Romul’s warnings to stay close, you decided against his precautions. “Catch me!”
Again you spun away, kicking sand and shells about in your wake, you returned to your play as before. Only, hopefully this time, you wouldn’t be so alone when you trudged down the beach into the burning sunlight of the Throat.
Gyda
Down my arms, a thousand satellites Suddenly discover signs of life
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