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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.
That issue of biosecurity had the moon doctor at his witts end; He had spent all afternoon clearing the greenhouse, then scrubbing it clean with pales of water he'd carried from the creek before beginning the quarantine on some potentially infected plants. Those that were quite obviously infected by the dreaded, mysterious fungi he took to to the cliffs and tossed them off one by one.
The sun was downing and as he carried his last pale of pots to the sea cliffs. "Aiya" he whispered, his lanterns light complimenting the silver glow of mother moon. One by one Tilney grasped a pot between his teeth and spilled the contents over the edge; he couldn't help but watch as the dirt and infected flora hit the rocks and disappeared on its way to the swirling sea below.
The last pot however; it was moving. Instead of Tossing it over the edge, Tilney tossed it with fright behind him and onto a tree. Dirt was sent flying, tree roots tumbling, and a squeal sounded. "Oh! so sorry" Tilney spoke to whatever it was inhabiting the glass pot.
Nervous cloven feet took him over towards the moving pile of dirt and glass shards that was all that remained of the infected waste. Clearing away the dirt, Tilney uncovered a small mint-coloured speckled egg. It was cracked at the top, with two minuscule ears poking out. On further inspection, Tilney saw two marvellous eyes staring back at him from inside the egg.
What was this small creature? So far he had seen the top of a round skull, pointy ears, round black eyes and mousy brown fur. Was it some sort of possum? Rodent? A grin crossed the gronze stallions face as the creature wriggled and squirmed until more cracks appeared, then sugglednly the structure around it shattered. Out came two magnificent wings, equipped with claws and feet. "Hello little bat!" Tilney uttered to the small creature, looking into its wide eyes. "you are safe" was his next whisper, assuring the babe that it would be safe with him. Tilney could recall the bats from his homeland were very similar to this; there were stories told to young ones of a bat named Peatree who gave summer fruits to good foals. Peatree. Tilney would name him Peatree.
07-19-2016, 10:09 AM (This post was last modified: 07-19-2016, 10:10 AM by Anzanie.)
anzanie
Anzanie had remained in the World's Edge for her duties, steadying her mind of the whirlwind it had occurred in the past few moons. It had been hard, but the troubled Glazier could feel big things coming. The uncertainty, however, gave her the sensation of her bodice shaking like a flower. She had thoroughly loved being in the Edge, being inside Helovia at a time of peace and tranquility, using her crafting gifts for the good of the herd. But she had not played or felt the duty wear off. It was time to explore.
The afternoon was deeply hot at this point in time but she felt its heat only giving her a relaxing warmth ebb into her bones as her pillars carried her over to the border. She felt her way through the tall trees until she felt the presence of another. A male voice sounded through the distance, an elation of some sorts in the tone. Anzanie brushed off her tassles from her bodice and trotted into the direction of the noise, feeling her way through to where the brute was. And there he stood, a beautiful example of a stag, adorned with antlers over a soft red-brown coat with an ivory tree-like marking spreading over his shoulder. Underneath was a cracked egg shell, a tiny creature with huge pools looking at him. It melted Anzanie's heart.
She stepped closer to the stranger, feeling pleasant and happy that he had been there to witness such a beautiful moment, and silently wished that she could have done the same. With a soft voice she spoke, "What a sweet little thing you have there!" She hesitated, smiling with her pale pools at him, "It's nice to meet you, I am Anzanie, one of the Glaziers."
07-20-2016, 10:32 AM (This post was last modified: 07-20-2016, 10:33 AM by Sacre.
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After all his wandering, Sacre had come to the conclusion that, no matter how much he pushed it aside, there was always something claustrophobic about living in the Worlds Edge. He turned a corner and stopped; if he closed his eyes, shut out the world and listened to only the sounds of rustling trees, it wasn’t so bad. It was like hitting a pause button on life and, his once motionless body, now swung to the sweet serenade of nature and her gentle ambience. Everything that stressed him (captivity, death… loneliness) disappeared in the sweep of his eyelids, like pulling down the shutters, to drown out the devilish world that haunted his step. He couldn’t stay like that forever, unfortunately, and when his eyes opened again they were tinged with a mild regret that he couldn’t just live in the peacefulness of trees. A stifled sigh caught in his throat and he gurgled out a laugh instead, this was no good, he was losing to his painful past and Sacre—hated losing.
“Come on” he whispered to his two fox friends and together they began again, weaving through the mists of their new home and listening to nothing but the comforting sound of nature’s serenading band.
It was night by the time he reached the cliffs and a squeal of the antlered stallion caught his attention.
”Lantern!””Egg!” a Kitsune marvelled and a red fox jumped.
Sacre knew what would come next and his young voice called them before they ran off on excited paws, ready to greet the poor stallion who surely wouldn’t have asked for two nosy foxes intruding on his business. He knelt down on his knees and ushered the two disgruntled vulpine to climb up onto his back. Chaos averted; Sacre began to make his way towards the antlered fellow.
”A girl!””A girl!” this time his bonded duo chimed in perfect harmony and Sacre stopped a moment to watch the painted mare go over first.
She too looked interested in the marvel at the feet of the lantern lit fellow and the fox boy smiled as he remembered the first time he had seen Helovia’s miracle in an egg. In a dank, dark cave Sacre found his own egg, a gift that he had so possessively guarded from the many within and the wraiths outside. In that bleak time it had seemed like a blessing, when the egg had rolled and cracked, revealing two black beady eyes stuck to a bundle of red fluff. The fox boy was always overjoyed when he saw another hatching.
“Whoa” he cooed when he had resumed walking over, stopping a few steps away from them and stretching his neck to see what the guy was doing. A bat! Sacre had never seen one up close, though he’d seen many flitter about, he’d never known how cute the dancing shadows were. “Congratulations Sir” the fox boy offered to the lantern man, a smile beaming from one end of his face to the other “I’ve never seen a bat so close” he marvelled as two pairs of beady eyes watched curiously from his sooty back.
“What you gunna call it?” he brightly asked after Anzanie had introduced herself, he logged her title (she must be head crafter?) and her pretty face, his arab like head hitched to to one side curiously whilst waves of unruly black forelock tangled on his red horn.
awww a fruit bat! <3
there's something tragic about you something so magic about you
"oh, careful!" was the young mans coo as the tiny ashen mammal began to claw through the grass in Tilneys general direction, huge beady eyes agape towards him. What a curious creature? Did it think Tilney was its mother perhaps? Surely it might of picked something a little more similar in size. Next to startle the golden lad was the voice of a pretty painted creature. She was the owner of quite a glorious horn and a wonderful scarf that Tilney couldn't help but be envious of. "What a sweet little thing you have there!" "Lovely isn't he!" was Tilneys chime in response, a dorkish smike framing his own face.
"woah--"
Tilneys nares turned to come across an alarming black stag who was covered in blood? No, it was just a beautifully stained pelt. What magnificent colouring he had. The gentleman offered congratulations (though Tilney did not know what on earth for) and then mentioned he'd never seen a bat up close. "Oh, niether have I to be truthful!" the golden stag replied, his lantern crooning over the subject of their discussion. Anzanie was the painted lass's name, and she was a Glazier "It's a pleasure to meet you Anzanie. I am Tilney - a Moon Doctor!" "Unfortunately caring for bat newborns aren't my speciality" Tilney jested, that same childlike grin plastered on his countenance. In all seriousness though, would it be hard to care for this babe? It would need food and water and warmth. Those things wouldn't be too hard to find. If it got sick however, then he would be at a loss. The dark winged creature began his ascent up tilneys leg, using the claws on his wings and his ties to scale Tilneys socked leg. When the little creature was settled in his mane, Tilney straightened his neck and looked to the two other equids present with a gleaming grin; He had already decided on the name. "Where I am from we were told stories as foals of a bat named Peatree who gave tasty summer berries to good foals while they slept." "I will name him Peatree!"
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