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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.
She slips into the door (across the border) when the fresh full moon was high. She hopes, she pleas with the Gods that her father will not be waiting around for her, ready to scorn her for being away since the beginning of Birdsong. A part of her hopes that he is though, because she would at least get to confirm that he's well and fine after the fires. It would be a rare spectacle, an impossible happening, if mere fires were to snuff the life of Archibald the Dauntless, but she wouldn't want to be so cocky and face such a dreadful thing like losing her beloved father because she laughed in the face of chance. She heard of the fires when she was on the western coasts exploring what she'd never seen before – the exact thing she's been doing since the day she strode out of here. The news came late, but she's lucky it came at all, and with it there was no news of loss of lives, but again she wouldn't want to be cocky.
She walks on charred land but she can tell it's been a few weeks since this particular spot burnt – fragile greenery pokes from it's blackened soil. The trees are mostly eaten away, only skeletons left in their memory. She creeps out into the open after crossing into the Falls territory without (she hopes) being seen. The familiar, comforting, sound of the falls growling in the distance do little to soothe her aching chest. It is devastation, from what she can see. The chrome light of the moon illuminates the raped landscape.
The sound of shivering leaves catch her attention as she strolls depressingly through the scorched rubble. There is something left! Her heartbeat flutters and her cat-tail flicks and dances with her perfectly executed pivot. Long loping strides float her effortlessly eastward to a small copse of trees left unburnt. Her caprine toes pick their falling spots carefully as she hops and weaves through the debris Moonlight shimmers on the untouched leaves – it is a thicket of long grass and a few large boulders, big enough to walk up and look around, with ancient pines dotted around it. A perfect spot to spend the night until she can look for her father come the dawn. She settles in to nibble at the hardly grazed on grass and hang out quietly in the calm night, looking around every once and a while for sign of a family member...
09-14-2016, 09:26 AM (This post was last modified: 09-14-2016, 09:26 AM by Asavvi.)
I was looking for a breath of life,
A little touch of heavenly light
The Falls wasn't precisely what Asavvi had thought it would be; it had been described to her as a lush and vibrant place, a little hidden paradise but she had come to find it to be quite different. It didn't bother the little star-seeker. Though the landscape was charred and ashy, she had been able to use her magic to look beneath the devastation and see the potential. As she explored the herdland, she pulled up her illusions, images of what the falls had been and could be again if given a little time. No, the Falls were not what she had expected, but they were just what she had needed them to be: Hidden.
As she became more and more familiar with the winding deerpaths and waterways, Asavvi had begun to relax. Her captors would not find her here if they came (if they had bothered to pursue her at all) and perhaps more importantly now, she didn't see why her family would find out she was here. She missed them terribly, but mixed with the longing to see them was a whole mess of other emotion and thoughts that she couldn't separate or make sense of. She would seek them out someday, at leas she assumed as much, but not until she was ready to face what they were and to reconcile that with what she was now.
Three of the girl's stars were out tonight, bobbing along to light her path as she looked for a place to settle in. Even if the full moon was bright enough, she preferred to have her starts about her, even if only a few of them. Their light was soft and seemed so much warmer to her than the moon's silvery glow; Asavvi knew very well they weren't sentient, but took comfort in their company all the same. The familiarity, the warmth, it was the closest thing she'd had to companionship in a long while, and though it was she who created them, it oft seemed that they were leading her.
Glints of green caught her attention and she was pleased to find a collection of untouched foliage. Carefully Asavvi and her stars pick their way into the little glen, skirting boulders and tall the bases of the large trees only to draw up when she discovers the area already occupied. A surprised little intake of breath hissed through her lips as the draws up short, almost shying away from the unexpected company. Composure comes swiftly however, even if her nerves thrum. To calm herself the wings at the star-girl's sides tighten around and she tries for a smile "Um, hello. I hope I'm not intruding."
09-23-2016, 02:55 PM (This post was last modified: 09-23-2016, 02:56 PM by Macaria.)
i've got my feet on the ground
and i don't go to sleep to dream
When only the crickets and frogs are singing their soft songs it is quite easy to hear footfall or breathing of the light wind. It carries sound so gently to her sensitive gray-black ears. Mists gather in thin veils, hovering in random spots, still translucent but blurring the edges of whatever they lay near. Coincidentally they reflect light in a beautiful way as well, whether it be the cold chrome light of the moon or the buzzing warmth of small companion stars. She blinks those golden eyes as the floating sheets of fog illuminate with a faint orange, then a brighter yellow. The moist leaves twinkle with the same shades of light and soon a few spheres of glowing starlight dance their way closer, accompanying the body of a darkish pegasus – a young mare (a filly like her, really), on closer observation. Ari sees the mare much sooner than the mare realizes the big dappled unicorn's presence.
“Oh no no,” She giggles to herself a finishes the bit of lush grass between her teeth, her long cat-tail tossing its white plume from side to side. She watches the winged mare's magic at work; wonderment in her wet star-glow eyes. “That's beautiful.” Her voice comes out dreamily, almost too lightly to hear plainly. “I'm Macaria.” She snaps her eyes back to face her present company, a smile still naturally curled at the edges of her rosy lips.
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