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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.
09-09-2016, 01:25 AM (This post was last modified: 09-09-2016, 01:26 AM by Manon.)
So it had begun - her life in Helovia, as part of a strange, curious and entirely beautiful assemblage of others. The Edge itself had drawn her in, the aesthetic of it: a wall of glass, shattered. Manon could think of no better place to be... but one. The ocean called to her, pining and undulating until she had been able to take it no longer - off the cliffs edge and to the water, along the beaches until her dancers legs had ached and her eyes were full. It was in her blood, she supposed. Relative to the blue wolf, a far off mystery she had never solved. With the blue in her, it was said, she would always yearn for the sand in her hair and salt upon her freckled skin. She could attest to that. Already, she missed the warmth of Tallsun, the fire of the sun reaching through her skin and into flesh - that heat was slowly being replaced by frigidity, and her sharp bones were protesting (albeit quietly.).
The sun was high in the sky as she stared outward, a stark, feminine figure outlined against a wash of endless blue. She had always known she was fierce, beautiful - easily placed into a category that was too oft forgotten. Oh, the beautiful ones. They could yell and scream and rage to the sky for all their worth, but again and again would be remembered for their allure, their comeliness. Rarely did their actions generate notice, save for some. Manon cared little about what others said about her: they could say she was pretty, stunning, artistic - or they could say she was brash, rude and ugly. Neither mattered. She was what she was. And she would be what she was made to be... whatever that meant. A slow sigh slipped from between her silken lips as she watched the ever-moving water, silver lashes low and brushing her sharp, angular cheekbones. Beautiful indeed.
Thoughts moved ceaselessly through her handsome head, swimming and swirling and never stopping long enough for her to consider them. Her whole life, she had sought power - but power over what, or whom she did not know. Even the reasons were beyond her. Love had escaped her, though she knew she was yet young, and though she found vast pleasure in pretty girls (and very occasionally, rough men), she had no attachment to anyone living or dead. Well, perhaps Swallow. Perhaps Saker. Thoughts of her siblings roused a spark, extinguished quickly underneath her fierce brow - they were gone, now. Far, far away. She wasn't even entirely sure Helovia was the same world she had been born into. Another sigh whispered over her full, sensual lips, opalescent eyes dipping back to her salt laden water as if to find answers, or even questions. The day was long, and she moved very little.
ooc; gah sorry I'm literally so awful at starters, pls forgive me haha
Ansgar is right: the equine mare standing along the shore of the beach is pretty. In fact, Sjal feels almost frumpy in comparison. Now, our princess is not an ugly girl, but she is rather plain. She inherited her mother's straight face and her father's drafty build, and her dull black coat is brightened only by her bald face and white socks. Her eyes are arguably the nicest thing about her; they are a rich amber that can go from molten gold to blazing orange in a blink. Of course, the dual horns that rest upon her brow are equally remarkable, but altogether do not make her a standout beauty.
But that mare is lovely, all long lines and sharp angles, colored a pretty bay sprinkled with a silvery varnish and speckled here and there with little brown spots. All but one lanky leg are tipped in white, a color that matches the long, flowing locks that adorn her neck and rump. Upon closer inspection, the princess notices that her ears are rimmed with ivory and two diamonds align on her face. The mare wears a crown of twigs and chains, with several crystals twisting to and fro, sending light dancing across the sand. Sjal is momentarily stunned. 'Pretty,' indeed.
Sjal usually hates the beach - it is hot, and sandy, and loud - but she is suddenly glad that she came today. A lazy smile spreads itself across the girl's face. Even if she feels plain and unattractive beside the sharp beauty, she will no doubt enjoy the encounter all the same. And so she steps forward, meandering slowly until she arrives beside the other mare, leaving enough space that the stranger won't feel threatened. Ansgar swoops in from above to land upon Sjal's haunches, her wings fluttering quickly to slow her downward momentum and avoid her talons slicing into her bond-mate's rump.
"Well, hello there," Sjal purrs then, unknowingly sounding just like her dearly departed mother. "Want some company?"
"Speak." --Ansgar.--
@Manon - ugh Idk this was kind if an icky post so :| It will be better, I promise!
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