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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.
"Throat very hot and waters falling too not friendly!" The soothsayer told the birds lazily perched on her antlers; she wasn't used to them not replying. In the country she had been raised, all animals spoke the common tongue - Even some of the smarter kinds of mice. The splashed lady was complaining to the volery about how she was yet to find her place in Helovia. She had journey here from so far away under the illusion that it would be the perfect burial site for her sister remains until they were in fact stolen during her trek through the threshold; and not only that, but Tuppence also had been told it would make a wonderful home for her once she had completed her task. Home? Home was where your friends and family were waiting. The moody mare had been greeted at the throat with naught but strange looks, and even rudeness at the falls. Both of these places were not homes.
And so the gypsy travelled again, singing with her unique, scratchy voice (haunting as her singing was, it was somewhat wonderful) from dawn until dusk. The spooky songs filled the forest until the sun had bid its farewells and mother moon had begun her watch, Tuppence finally finding a place to rest by a lake. Songs still fell from the womans mouth as she waded into the pristine water to wash the days sweat and dirt away - her company of three birds had left for the shelter of trees long ago, and so finally she felt she had the right amount of privacy to shed her jewelry and soak. Another tradition where she was from - being uncovered by jewels was a site for your mated partner only.
Scooping back the skull and coin-laiden leather strings onto her antlers the sooty maiden turned her attention to finding an adequate berry bush or some source of food. She thanked the moon in song now as she walked for providing a wonderful amount of light this night - perhaps it was a full moon? Tuppence could not tell, either it was a wonderful whole and full moon tonight or it was just a day away. How lonely she felt though - she longed for her family, for any company who would talk back without rudeness.
08-29-2016, 07:59 AM (This post was last modified: 08-29-2016, 07:59 AM by Ashamin.)
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It was the song that first pulled him in. The melody was distant and strange, the voice that wove it was dark and tantalizing. Ashamin did not feel seduced in the proper sense, maybe, but his curiousity could not be contained. He had spent a lot of time in this meadow as of late, seeking out the best spots for his loyal company to graze and gather, and never before had he heard this song in his wanderings.
A little wandering further, and he found its source. She dressed herself in a garb that suited the lilt of her tongue, in trinkets that, like his, reminded him of something ancient, dead, and filled with a magic of its own. But perhaps it was just the mare beneath the jewels that gave off this air, and perhaps she granted the jewels this property. At a certain point from where he stood in the distance she blurred together, becoming a distant patch of spotted stars, jewels, or maybe just a disturbance in his usual sight. Ashamin knew that he could see her clearly, and even if his companions hadn't honed his nocturnal ways they could have lent the Clovenheart a good description, but somehow she still seemed obscured.
It was not that his companions urged Ashamin to stay back, or to avoid the sight. Lochan was too burdened by the same curiousity, and Rakt was too eager for the possibility of any sort of fight. But both Cerndyr approached with far more caution than their bonded, and so when Ashamin moved forward recklessly to greet the moonsinger, they almost called out for him to stop.
Almost, and yet...
The Clovenheart moved forth unhindered, cutting through the tall dry grasses with a confident stride. The sort of dizzy apparition that was this mare faded into something more concrete with every step, and so too did his heart race at the anticipation of hearing the singer speak, if she even could.
"Your song is lovely," Ashamin called, though he knew even as he spoke that lovely was not the right word. Haunting, maybe. Dangerous, even, but not lovely. The Clovenheart tilted his head as he watched he seek out food, and as he did so the necklace he wore clattered as its many charms struck each other. Behind him, his two companions froze as if in headlights. "I am Ashamin the Clovenheart, of the Unbound. I know of a better place to graze, if you would like. I spend much of my time in this meadow."
See Ashamin's profile for more information about Lochan, Rakt, and his various items.
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Her body moved with an un-flawed perfect grave through the meadow. Cream tresses kissed the ground softly that she walked on. The rose gold mare was like a golden Goddess. Feminine curves glowed in the silver light of the now rising moon. Teal flecked eyes gazed to the bright silver orb above her crowned skull. Raeden never felt uncomfortable at night, she knew her lady moon would protect her. Silver flecked orbs found their way back to earth and her gaze fell upon her companion.Tin was watching the land around them. Green eyes steadily moved from tree to tree, then from bush to bush. A smirk grew across the mares maw as she watched the buck, what trouble would they get into tonight?
Their steps grew quiet as the word of a song was heard in the distance. Golden ears perked and listened for the direction that it came from. Eyes narrowed as she searched for the maker of this sound. Its eerie tones felt heavy in her chest, and Tin's eyes found their way to his companion. You go find THAT sound? He questioned the mares motives as she moved forward. Ears guided her to what looked like a haunted figure in the distance. Soft dry grass reached up kissing the sleuth's stomach with a soft touch. Green and teal orbs looked upon the creature in front of them. It felt off, but Raeden did not let that stop her. Then another scent was picked up...
A Stallion, and two companions? Tilting her head she watched a figure wonder towards the haunting shadow. He looked to be a paint by the way the moon bounced from his pelt. Cream hooves took a step closer to the pair. The sleuth was reluctant to go any further, but her doubt was washed away when she heard the conversation. Tin quietly came to a halt next to her as he painted a picture of the two equines in the distance. Her sleek skull nodded to the buck as she encouraged him to step forward with her. The clinging of items was heard, but it was not from the sleuth.
The cloak she wore hung over her left shoulder. Striped legs moved towards the pair, and the two glass bracelets reflected the moons light. Nestled between the glass ornate creations was a golden bracelet that looked like two twigs. Raeden usually did not travel with her items, but tonight she had no choice. The buck usually did not accompany her on night trips, but tonight was different. As she moved closer and closer, the wing armor that was tied around her neck, made a silent wind chime sound. It whispered in the night like a sweet lullaby. Then she stood only feet away from the other two. The stallion was the first to say something, Ashamin from the Unbound. Teal eyes ripped from the haunting mare in front of her and looked to the clovenheart. A soft smile fell upon her maw before she spoke "Hello I am Raeden. I noticed your song, it sounded like it was meant for the moon. Maybe if you're luck the Moon Goddess will hear you. " Kind words flowed from her mouth like warm honey. Eyes shifted towards Ashamin, maybe she can learn about the Unbound from him...
"talk talk talk"
OOC::: I hope you don't mind! Raeden is just trying to learn about the Unbound.
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