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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.
09-12-2016, 09:05 AM (This post was last modified: 09-17-2016, 04:47 AM by Tilney.)
Not a day passed that Tilney did not daydream about the lily flower knitted into his mane. In fact, not an hour went past that he did not wonder about it. It had been placed there by the most unlikely creature - a Serval, found not far from the Secret Grove! Mere yards from the Ancient Rotunda the feline had prowled and prodded, stripping the brains of the bystanders.
Tilney had possibly been the most agitated by the large cats hair triggered queries which was so so rare for the flaxen lad to get agitated at all. Really, it was because his pride had been hurt. He had been cackled and laughed at.
Some how that same cat had chosen him to gift this flower, this power to. Tilney was allowed the wondrous privilege of talking to one of their beloved deities.
And so he had mulled for days over what on earth he would say to them. Who on earth would he talk to? He paid his respects to Father Sun every single night when he whispered the word Aiya, but never to the patron Goddess of his homeland. She had brought prosperity to his herd, its lands, his family. Surely she deserved just as many thanks.
Tilney had decided he would do just that - and in person. He would pose her no daunting questions like that wicked serval suggested.
The trip to the south had been a tedious one; there was sadness on the wind here. Growing closer the the Throat, the flaxen physician wondered if he might pay Sikeax a visit. She was not expecting him and perhaps surprises weren't taken well in their land - it might be wise to skip this opportunity. Besides, he had to return to prepare for his next journey to the Basin. Carlisle had kept him company on the final leg or the journey, and how glad tilney was to see her again; it had been many weeks since he had conversed with his dear sister last.
Soon their gazes were set once again upon the blue, stormy sight of the Veins of the Gods.
For the seconds time Carlisle insisted on waiting behind; Tilney would rather she not come anyway. Across the treacherous land bridge he waltzed, marbled feet skipping delicately over the old volcanic rock. It posed a question to his own racing mind; just how old was the rocks he stood on?
It was not long until the shrines came into view, and the blackened altar dedicated to the patron Goddess of his homeland was not hard to pick out. The spotted cats instructions had been to place the flower upon the altar; and thats exactly what the flaxen man did.
Tilney plucked the perfect, crisp lily from its place in his mane. He admired it for a moment as it lay on the cracked table and how pristine it was, pure and unwilted.
Now all there was to do was wait. Tilney knelt, extending a knee and holding his weight with the other. His glorious crown was bowed in respect of the divine beings surrounding him, waiting for any to appear.
The Goddess was pleased that one of her herd had found the flower that she had given to the seval. It was a fickle creature to be sure, but as a creature who did the bidding of the Gods, she did trust the small creature to wisely make the decision of into whose hands the precious flowers fell. That it had chosen one from her own herd only solidified her approval of its selection criteria.
A shadow suddenly fell across the shines. Through this curtain of darkness a slit of starshine suddenly appeared, growing brighter and brighter as the Goddess appeared through this make-shift curtain. The Goddess' coat appeared tingled with starlight as the curtain of darkness behind her closed and slowly disappeared. Her pale silvery eyes lingered upon the stallion before her as a smile touched her lips and gaze. "Hello healer," she began, her voice a melody that wafted towards him through the stillness that separated them. "I am glad that it is you who found that-" She motioned delicately towards the flower that he had placed on her shrine. Suddenly the bloom rose into the air and landed on the top of one of the larger rocks that encircled her shrine. There it began to blackened and further solidify until it was an etching into the surface of the rock itself. A permanent marker of the offering he had brought.
Her silvery gaze traced the markings in the stone with an almost whimsical smile, before she pulled her weighty stare away to regard Tilney once more.
That curtain Tilney found himself gazing past while magnificently enchanting was somewhat alarming. The bronze physician took a rigid few paces backwards, minding the cracks in the black volcanic rock and aiming his cloven hooves away from the edges of the blue pools. A bewildered, dazzled gasp took a hold of Tilneys voice when the star appeared, the goddess stepping from the night. What a sight it was to behold. It was very unlike how he could recall seeing the Sun god on numerous occasions. He stood and straightened on the goddess's approach.
The deities greeting was much more humble than he had anticipated and so his feet found their original stance before the wind ruined shrine. She hinted of the serval and how she was glad it had chosen him for it! Surely she only meant that because she watched over the herd; not because she knew him? Tilney was a no one, In fact he was quite decided on the fact that he was the least worthy to receive that lily. He was the least worthy to speak to the gods, or so he assumed.
"Mother Moon" was Tilneys own humble greeting; he daren't bejewel it with a thousand fancy words when her own greeting had been so kind. Tilney again bowed; knee against the bedrock, the other extended towards the shrine, and his crown tucked neatly between the two. "I am not so sure if I was the most deserving candidate my lady, though I can assure you I am even more glad than to have been given it." the man gave his own gesture towards the lily before his eyes found the onyx bodice of Mother Moon. "How beautiful this night is" The flaxen lad commented, turning his nose briefly to the stars, and then back to the master who created it.
Tilney's modesty made the Goddess tsk slightly under her breath, though the sound was more amused than disapproving. While it was true that there was real randomness in Helovia - things which could occur without the knowledge of the Gods and for no apparent reason - they were few and far between. Just because the Goddess' influence on the happenings of her smaller minions, did not mean that they escaped her thoughts.
"Dessert has nothing to do with it." She chided and then laughed, a sound like small silver bells. "Rarely do we get what we deserve in this life Tilney's, but if we pay attention, we get what is owed to us. How long have you lived under my skies, wrapped in my fog? Why shouldn't it be your turn to speak with me, you who has so much to say?"
At his mentioned of the sky, the Goddess's smile widened. Her pale eyes rose to the heavens, where she allowed herself a long, appreciative eyeful of the twinkling stars. "Why thank you." She said at last, as the delicate curve of her neck constricted, and her pupil-less gaze once again found the healer's face.
"What is on your mind, Tilney? I know that you did not waste such a precious gift, just to come here and tell me things that I already know." Her leonine tail curled around her hocks, flicking every so often. The long lashed that coated her eyes seemed to sparkle as if bits of starlight had caught there and stayed.
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