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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.
08-30-2016, 10:21 AM (This post was last modified: 09-03-2016, 08:00 PM by Tembovu.
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Luciérnaga so we treat our love like a fire-fly
She followed the black and red marked stallion silently. Wide, golden eyes taking in everything they passed. This was all so new- so different. It seemed they passed through many forests, down many valleys, and up many mountains. All this walking was making her exhausted, and honestly, she was somewhat agitated about the fact that she could've made the distance in half the time if she had flew. Sweat was clinging to her purple flanks and dappled her neck under her soft lavender locks. Where she had came from, everyone flew everywhere. Here, it was apparently different. Which, I guess that's what she got for choosing to follow a horse without wings. A soft giggle passed her lips and before she knew it, her nares caught a familiar scent. It was the smell that had clung to the coat of Sacre. The smell of what was now her home.
Luci paused. Her inquisitive eyes taking in the World's Edge. A glass wall separates the area from the outside and she is amazed at the talent it must've taken to build such a thing. Thick forestry covers everything, and suddenly she feels she might be constrained here. Where could she stretch her wings in fly? How could she stretch her wings and fly amongst all these trees? Absorbed in her thoughts, she hadn't realized that the stallion she had been following vanished. Her audits flickered forward and sideways in confusion. Eyes darting this way and that in search of the black fox boy. Sacre? She called out, her voice wavering with anxiety. No reply. He was, indeed, gone. Heart rate accelerates a bit as she begins to panic. How will she know where to go? What if others don't believe she's really be brought here by him? Tears brim in her eyes.
She lowers her dainty skull and begins walking, following the edge of the glass wall until she comes to a narrow opening. Eyes follow it all the way up, ending up towards the sky- This must be some sort of protective measure. But what was so dangerous that they would near protecting from here? Again, panic grips her heart. She slowly enters the passageway, her heart racing. Tears finally breaking the dam of eye lids and slowly trickling down her cheeks. She felt lost. She felt alone. Luciérnaga had finally felt excited about something when she met Sacre. Months of wondering alone had left her afraid and tired, and now he showed the promise of something new. Of a home, of friends. And just like that he had vanished and she was here- alone again in an unknown forest.
Eyes scan the area constantly, audits flickering to catch every little sound that surrounds her. Tall trees loom overhead, but she is actually thankful for them because they block the heat of the blazing sun. It is quite a bit cooler inside their shade. But- the sun is starting its descent in the sky, and before long she will be in total darkness. In a forest where she knows no one. She continues forward, moving at a fairly quick place as she searches for some form of life. Before long, the tree line breaks and she skids to a halt on the edge of a hefty cliff. Her breath catches in her throat and her eyes widen- World's Edge. Now this- this is what she was looking for. She leapt into the air, darting off the edge of the cliff, sheer wings folded against her back as she drove down towards the rocky waters. Spreading them only feet from the water, she caught the wind and glided smoothly across the top of the water, golden toes dipping gently into the waves. An elated glee escaped her lips, and suddenly she was carefree again. Lost in the joy of flying.
09-03-2016, 08:00 PM (This post was last modified: 09-03-2016, 08:01 PM by Tembovu.)
Tembovu & Mbwene
The Elephant King’s hide twitched against the thirsty insects that thickened the air this late in the season. The Dorobian plains had thickened his skin against many bloodthirsty pests; but these and grown vicious in the long, dry days. His thick, coarse, black tail stirred restlessly around his cream, thick hocks; no matter the tempo, he could not move his tail quickly enough to shoo all of the flies away. Though the grazing was better in the forest, the sea breeze that rushed over the cliff’s edge provided much better insect-relief.
”Sacre?” His heavy skull rose from his cropping of dry grasses, thick and massive horn slicing through the light mist as his navy eyes probed the forest’s murky green light. Black-rimmed ears tilted forward, listening for the unfamiliar voice to sound again. It did not, but his perked ears caught the rustling sounds of hooves on the needled floor. So his own, great ivory hooves began to move, following the sounds of passage through the ancient forest; they took him closer to the very cliffs he had wanted to revisit.
He broke through the trees just in time to see a figure leaping into the air. His black lips parted, beginning to sound a bugle of warning—but it died halfway finished as she lifted onto the briny breeze. His navy eyes narrowed—he did not see wings? Ah, there; on closer scrutiny he found the nearly transparent, glimmering appendages beating impossibly quickly through the air.
“Hello there!” His deep voice boomed down the sheer, white cliffs, “Are you new to the Edge? He paused, still studying the (he now realized) brightly colored woman. She did not look familiar, and he would remember wings such as those. Only three others (Myrinne, Laume, and Quentin) had anything remotely like them. “I am Tembovu, King here,” his introduced rolled deeply down the sea cliffs.
Mbwene, relatively disinterested for the moment, continued to scoop lush mosses into her mouth with her long trunk.
She has always loved forests, despite the wings on her back. The two did not really go hand in hand, because she also loved to fly. Here though, she had found the best of both worlds. She could launch herself off the cliff and take to the sky easily, returning that way when she chose. But she could also get lost in the misty forests of the Edge, the trees caressing her back with their long, spindly fingers. So much like Morham, except somewhere along the way, the trees in the Edge became home, and Morham a distant memory. She would never forget her home, her family, but at least, she had begun to feel like her life wasn’t over.
She’s on her way back from the Threshold, flying in via the cliffs because at least the breeze in the sky was better than getting eaten alive by flies on the ground. Either place still left her getting broiled by the sun. Being black really did not help that matter. Her coat absorbed the heat, and she missed Erthe’s cool touch. It was like hanging out on an iceberg, and it was amazing.
The Edge is just starting to come into view when she sees someone plunging off the cliff. The mare is pretty easy to spot, being purple and gold. Though Lyanna doesn’t see wings at first, though after a moment, the faint outline of them appears. She hears a familiar, deep voice, calling down off the cliff. Only Tembovu could be heard from one part of the cliff to the next, she thinks, a smile slipping onto her face. She comes in closer to the cliff, enough to give Tembovu a nod. Something of a silent, I’ll go get her, look in her eyes, before she folds her wings and dives down the cliff.
A laugh escapes her lips, because like the new mare (she must be new, Lyanna would remember this one from a meeting if she’d been around that long), flying is everying. Flying is a freedom that she cannot explain or replace. Lyanna levels out as she nears the water, steering her course to catch up with the mare. “Hello,” she calls, loudly enough to be heard over the wind and the waves, but not nearly as loud as Tembovu had to call. “Lyanna,” she adds, offering her name and a smile. “I see you’ve found the best flying place we offer.”
lyanna
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@Luciérnaga and @Tembovu - hope you don't mind Lyanna joining, but she can't resist flying.
Please tag in all posts Magic use/power playing is okay, but check before serious injury/death Image by Kiki
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