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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.
Tae felt a chill rush through her bones as her Father said that he had something he wanted to tell her. Something that was difficult. She swallowed hard. She could feel her magic working in her bones, making her body appear like a ghostly representation of herself. It was as though a strong breeze could easily make her disappear entirely. It couldn’t, of course, but at the moment Tae almost wished it would. She was a child, hadn’t he showed her that? She clearly wasn’t deserving of the type of information she had previously demanded, and if that was going to be the continued subject of their conversation, Tae was no longer sure that she wanted it.
Still, her ghostly eyes rose to meet her Father’s and she willingly followed him into the more shallow areas of the Oasis. She had asked for this after all, and it was apparently too late now to go back. Straightening, Tae folded her wings even more tightly around her body. There was nothing inherent in the gesture that was indicative of adults, but for some reason, it made Tae feel as though she should be taken more seriously.
With what she hoped was a semblance of authority and poise, Tae nodded her mandible marked skull. Taking a deep breath and allowing herself one slow blink to calm herself, she spoke. ”Anha'm charolat.” Her voice did not betray her, and was smooth and steady.
On the bank, the hellhound and wolf had retreated and were now laying in the shade of one of the few trees in the area. Because the sun was high there was not much shade to be had, and so the wolves huddled close together, foregoing the heat that their bodies would waft onto each other, for the recluse of the shade.
tae
i'm a cold day in august, i'm a stream too shallow
i'm a heart shaped box with no letter inside
He was momentarily taken aback by her response to him. She was acting more like a daughter of Sohalia, rather than one of Ampere. Ominous news delivered to Sohalia was always met with grace and poise, patience and a silent turning of wheels. With Ampere on the other hand … He might have expected a stomp or snort, might have expected her to demand that he get on with it and say what he had to say as quickly as possible. This was clearly not Tae’s reaction, and he wasn’t sure whether this fact should please him, or cause him dismay.
But there was little time for this line of thought just now. She had invited him to continue, and the dun knew that the longer he lingered with the thoughts unspoken, the harder it would be to have them come out.
”Chek….” He began, his voice that of one addressing an equal, rather than a Father speaking to his daughter. Because in this, she was his equal. This was a moral failing he was about to confess, and such things were not appropriate between a father and child. But between a khal and a member of his herd? Certainly. Especially one who had pointedly asked him of it.
Gaucho continued, implying without coming right out and saying it, that Ampere’s disappearance had in fact worried and hurt him more than he had let on. This much he had expected Tae to already have gleaned for herself. Pausing, the dun looked behind them, into the Oasis. It was where he had first met Ampere, and in his minds-eye he could easily see the blue of her feathers glistening in the sun as she bathed. It pained him to verbalized just what it was he had to say.
The wind stirred over head, pulling casually at their water logged manes and tails, and seemingly completely oblivious of the depth and importance of the conversation occurring below its warm airstream fingers. And why should it? These lands would live and thrive long after all of them were no more than bone dust upon the bloody sands. Why should the wind and the light bother with what it was Gaucho had to say to his daughter, regardless of the importance that it held for the four ears who would hear it?
And so the wind swept onwards, and Tae stood silently.
It bothered her that it was taking so long for her Father to speak. Was there perhaps even more that he was going to share? Over and above the cursory information that she had requested? Did it have to do with the herd? With their family? Perhaps with her sister (who, surprisingly, had not appeared yet. Tae thought that perhaps she would, for her taller sibling was never too far from her. That she hadn’t yet was also mildly worrisome)?\\
Taking a breath, the girl looked encouragingly up at her Father. Her pale eyes were wide, though she tried to hold back the alarm which was slowly building.
”Anha'm charolat.” She repeated once again, nodding her mandible marked skull reassuringly. It felt so strange to be offering encouragement to her Father, a creature so powerful that none had ever managed to best him. And yet here is was, a yearling looking up into the face of one of the most powerful stallions Helovia had ever seen, pleading for him to go on.
tae
i'm a cold day in august, i'm a stream too shallow
i'm a heart shaped box with no letter inside
That his daughter had to offer him encouragement not once, but twice caused a twinge of shame to twist down Gaucho's spine.
”Davra, davra." The dun agreed, flicking his tail impatiently as if was the one who had been waiting, and not the other way around. Gaucho began speaking, slowly at first and then with gradual confidence and his leader-like cadence. He spoke of how he had loved Sohalia first, but how she had disappeared from the lands for one reason or another. It was then that Tae's brother Zero (and unknowingly, Hertz), had been born. Sohalia had returned and Ampere had gone her own way for a time. He explained that he and Ampere had not been together during that first coupling, merely found each other as man and woman might. Tae's large eyes didn't seem startled by this explanation, which Gaucho found mildly comforting. Perhaps she was more mature than she appeared.
Continuing, he explained how Sohalia had left again, and this time a firm pairing had sprung between he and Ampere, resulting in the two of them. His voice drifted off, for this much background information was not necessarily vital to the situation. So switching gears, he clarified that what was important, was that he had equal but non-competing feelings for both mares. And so when he found out that upon Sohalia's most recent re-entry into their borders that she had been unfaithful with another stallion before, Gaucho had been angry. ”Zhokwa athostar." He punctuated with a grunt, snapping his tail once again at the memory.
Now for the difficult part...
With a sigh, Gaucho continued, detailing (roughly at least) how he had come across Nyx shortly after learning the news from Aleta, and how her electrical magic (so like Ampere's) and the strength of her body had drawn him in. And ultimately, drawn him in in other ways as well.