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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.
07-16-2016, 09:26 PM (This post was last modified: 07-29-2016, 05:53 PM by Zyanya.)
TO LET MY HEART BE MOVED, TO LAUGH FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, TO FIND MEANING IN EVERYDAY LIFE...
With the night sky running uninterrupted above her head, the small porcelain doll travels easily in the North. Unlike most nights, she retreats from the embrace of the mountains. Instead, tiny patterns from her delicate hooves draw a path in the thin layer of snow, which gives way to the sun of summer even in the most brutal of climates. The moon above carves a crescent in the sky, but it is not the source of illumination on the darkened earth below.
High above the angel wrapped in pale gold and blue, lights dance in the sky. The wonder of the lights captured Zyanya's heart her first night spent up north, and even now, weeks after her arrival, the soft lavender eyes draw upward.
Teal hues are the first to be seen, but against the glimmering stones of stars in the distance, hues of gold and violet shimmer and wave. A smile rests upon her lips, yet, with the state of her thoughts, it is a hollow expression.
Maybe because she is alone, maybe because it has been so long, her heart wavers in the cold summer night in the Steppe. Images of her former home at night flicker in the caverns of her mind, twinkling like the stars above. They are reminders of what she used to have, what she now lacks. For all the warm hearts residing in the Aurora Basin, none of them beat with her in mind. Somewhere, far away from her now, the blood of her family reverberates and mourns the loss of Zyanya. The thought echoes across the empty expanse of the North, and in her own heart, she feels desperate to see their familiar faces.
Were it possible, she would transcend the distance between them all, step back into the past, and live happily. The knowledge that it came to this harsher reality, with such glowing memories of her childhood, makes the disappointment crash down when she does not begin to float through time and space. Instead, her hooves crunch down on the crisp surface of snow, feeling the earth below.
A sigh, ever so small, escapes from her lips into the night air. A puff of mist forms around her face for a brief moment, and she halts. Where could she go from here?
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ooc -- hope you don't mind me just tagging you for this one, smitty!
08-26-2016, 12:27 PM (This post was last modified: 08-26-2016, 12:28 PM by Kianzo.)
Kianzo
The night with it’s darkness found favor in the colt. Where most foals were borne with an innate fear of the night and its terrors (mother nature did somewhat try to endow her children with some survival instinct), such a fear did not find purchase in Kianzo.
No, he felt alive in the night.
A steady, heart-beat driven tick of his dark, foal-fuzz tail accompanied the quick, lanky trot of dark legs through the moonlit night. His bright blue eyes flashed ever so often as he glanced towards the star-studded sky. Despite his ingrained comfort in darkness, he was in small parts appreciative of the light given by the evening’s celestial bodies so that he cold actually see.
He moved alone—for it seemed sister was more interested in other foals (this phase would pass, he hopedknew). He would make sure this was so; his thoughts took a darker turn when thinking of his he could use his magic on those that stole his sister’s time from him…
Such thoughts were interrupted when his scanning eyes were drawn to another bright body in the night. This was a unicorn, pale with cool highlights and vaguely familiar. His bright blue eyes narrowed, small body slowing for a moment as he tried to see who this mare was.
Slender, dark legs suddenly strike out onto the icy snow in a gracefully gangly canter as realization hit him. Zyanya! a mare who had greeting he and his sister properly when she came into the Basin. His fuzzy, black-rimmed ears swept forward as his glare pinned onto her pale body.
“Zyanya,” his young but deep voice called across the snow, slightly eager to be near another who may be swayed by his antics, “Why’re you out here at night?” His body slowed as he neared her, intensely blue stare aimed at her face.
TO LET MY HEART BE MOVED, TO LAUGH FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, TO FIND MEANING IN EVERYDAY LIFE...
Zyanya.
The sound of her own name startles the mare, thinking it a trick of her imagination, the desperate hope in her heart carrying her family to her. The voice, however familiar, is not once belonging to the baritone of her father or brother. Turning her head abruptly, causing the long waves of her mane to dance in the starlight, she comes to see a tiny, black framed face. The smile that was hollow remains, this time with a glimmer of joy. The boy who had come with Rexanna to greet her, the one she learned was named Kianzo.
"Your Highness," she says politely, dipping her head in a slight bow. After all, Rexanna had confirmed this boy to the be the son of a King, even if it was not the King of her home. Not entirely sure how royalty worked in Helovia, the girl wanted to be sure that she never offended by being too familiar with those of high ranking families. Ingrained in her mind from the very moment she joined the noble court of Seren, the elegant dance of politics.
For a moment, his question takes her by surprise. For another long moment, she wonders why she had reason to be out here, in the Steppe, instead of the guarded walls of the Aurora Basin. "I felt the need to walk, I suppose," she says noncommittally, unsure of her true reason. While it was not a lie, her legs had been restless all evening, and she had walked the entire expanse of the Basin before deciding to stretch her legs across the vast plain. Gently, her eyes return to the boy, golden with piercing blue eyes.
"And you, sir?" The question posed is not an interrogation, but an attempt for conversation when she was caught off guard. "It is unusual to see you without Kiada," she notes absently, thinking of the sister who had been near to him, almost mimicking his every move, when they had met. The two, while different, were remarkably similar. Their coloring was like opposite sides of the same coin, and their personalities seemed both mischievous and vibrant. Kianzo, she was fairly sure, was the more confident of the pair, but Kiada hardly seemed like a shy girl.
The dark humor and tendencies of the twins had obviously escaped her attention entirely.
10-09-2016, 12:03 AM (This post was last modified: 10-09-2016, 12:04 AM by Kianzo.)
Kianzo
The colt felt a dark thrill fill his barrel and race up his spine as the palely beautiful mare dipped her brow an greeted him with a ”Your Highness.” A smirk flashed across his foal-fuzz muzzle, before settling in as easily lopsided grin (a gift from his still-absent father). And he feels another thrill (this one of accomplishment rather than the from the trappings of power) as surprise steals across her face before answer his question. He was glad to have caught her off guard. Though the answer was not as exciting as he had hoped for from unsuspecting honesty.
But it was then his turn to be surprised as she turned his question back on him. Especially when the milk-dipped woman of bluish highlights mentioned his sister—answering her own question without intending to. His crooked grin faded and his black rimmed ears laid back; bright blue eyes leaving her lavender eyes to glance across the twinkling star’s shine on her shimmering skin.
He bit the inside of one check with his milk teeth, uncertain how to word his answer. Kiada was better at conversing with others, while his talents lay with commanding and issuing effective insults (of course, often paired with use of his magic). And so his youth brought truth to his lips while his character brought dark derision, “Kia is spending time with other foals” he nearly spat the words, “Leaving me to explore without her.”
And then he fell into a surly silence, bright blue glare leaving her face for the blinking stars above. His tail twitched at his haunches, a scowl shadowing his young, bright face. “Do you walk alone at night a lot?” his question was nearly muttered to the stars, though was directed at his stargazing partner—attempting to not think of his sister.
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