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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.
09-30-2016, 10:54 AM (This post was last modified: 09-30-2016, 10:55 AM by Maude.)
Autumn was beautiful.
Gone were the laboriously hot afternoons languidly spent beneath shady trees and singing brooks. Now, the afternoons were brief, and delightfully perfect, following mornings that were crisp and pure. When night fell, the heat of those afternoons swiftly dissipated, leaving a crystalline chill to the air that promised great changes yet to come.
Dancing among the falling, orange, red, and yellow foliage of the forest, the healer’s daughter leaps and pirouettes, giggling as the rough, dry leaves drag across her body, and kiss her ginger nose; the afternoon sun trickles through the beams overhead and warms her back, obscuring the slight chill of the wind that tousles the leaves loose from their weakening holds. Under hoof, the crunchy song of those already fallen coincides with her capricious prancing, and it is to this stamped and tramped beat that her childish, sing-song voice invents what is surely her one hundred and seventy ninth unique (and imperfect) creation.
“Red leaf, bright leaf, fallin’ from above,” sings Maude, in her less than pleasant (but none the less enthusiastic) voice, “dancing in the leaves, in a perfect, uh… grove!”
Attempting a particularly daring aerial dance move involving leaping off a nearby stump, the young doe almost manages it; stumbling over a loose branch as she comes back down, however, she is sent tumbling gracelessly to the forest floor, her cheerful song dissipating in an adorably piteous, “Ooomph!”
Sitting back on her haunches, and shaking the leaves from her mane, the darling scowls heartily at the branch for its unjust and sudden betrayal. Rising all the way to her feet, she stomps over to it haughtily, the pearls Ultima had given her at her birth jangling around her ankle, where she was keeping them safe, until the cremello filly had grown in a proper set of antlers.
“How rude, sir!” she condemns of the imaginary-fellow of a branch, giving it a playful shove, “Taking a nap in the middle of a dance floor. Who does somethin’ like that, anyway?”
10-02-2016, 04:02 PM (This post was last modified: 10-02-2016, 04:04 PM by Tandavi.)
"Perhaps he wanted to slow dance, and did not know how to ask you."
I would like to say my voice precedes my body; it does not. There is a more than minimal chance the filly sees me before I speak. From the edge of the clearing I watch, entranced, as the child twirls and danced, her youthful abandon and un-self-conscious affect enviable. Garbed in gold and cream, like me, the child nonetheless seems at home in a way I never have- not here, not since I was the filly's age. The Edge has not embraced me into its misty arms; it rejects me, marking me as outlier, as other, and I comply with this judgment by standing apart. Even in autumn, when the trees are garbed in fire and gold, I am a bright brand on the horizon, woefully incapable of anything resembling camouflage.
This is alright. Natraj has a plan, you see, and like many of his plans, it involves me making a fool of myself as I attempt to socialize, exposing myself to a stranger and praying they look upon me with mercy, if nothing else. I protest this plan. It's foolish, I tell him, And I don't want to meet the filly. This is a lie- I do want to meet the girl who dances in the woods, her voice and body a flash of memory, a ghost of youth and cousins and happier times. I want to tell her about other nymphs, other flames that flickered once within these woods. I want to be her, to be her youth and merriment, her innocence and insolence. I yearn for her, for the child who was left behind in the dark.
Where did that girl go?
Natraj knows I feel this way; he feels no guilt disregarding my protests, which is not unusual for my brother. I roll my eyes as he bounds away, his small dark body far stealthier than mine, his flame-tipped tails waving eagerly in his wake. With a sigh, I stride forward, my voice an alto chord on the cool autumn air, my expression something I pray resembles kindness, mirth. A smile flickers at the edge of my lips, broadening as I catch a glimpse of tails darting toward the offending branch. Perhaps, if the girl continues to look at me instead of the tree, my brother's marvelous plan will come to fruition after all.
- Tandavi -
I'll light a fire in your new shoes - look out that your soles don't burn to the floor
Though Maude hears the hoof beats of another approaching before she hears them speak, she doesn’t really bother looking around at them, too enthralled with her imagined game to be worried about who was going where in the Edge today. She figures it isn’t anyone she knows, anyway. So, when that set of hoof beats becomes a voice, answering the very question that the cream darling had just asked the inanimate stick, she looks over to the speaker with some measure of surprise.
It’s not fear that bleeds across her face, the naïve trust of a child forbidding such a dark sensation; rather, her doll’s features take on a startled sort of expression which immediately blooms into a broad smile, and eagerly sparkling eyes. Dancing about on her dainty hooves to more fully face the stranger, her pale tail lifts in friendly cheer, ginger rimmed ears lifted. On immediate inspection, Maude determines the woman to be less beautiful than her mother, but far more interestingly decorated; her pale mane was adorned with lots of baubles and objects so numerous that the cremello doll is sure she’d never be able to count them all, and her coat shimmered with flecks of gold. Mildly disconcerted by the deep, black wells of the stranger’s eyes, Maude tries her best to look at the stranger’s face without having to look in the strange, dark wells. Tandavi’s unusual gaze, however, was not enough to suppress the young doe’s flamboyant friendliness.
“Oh, hello!” the cherub chimes, trailed by her childish giggle, light and easy. Liking the idea of a grown up, especially a pretty one, playing her game, Maude glances back at the stick most coyly, before looking back to Tandavi with a bright grin. “Do you think so? It’s quite unorphaned-ox for a lady to ask a gentleman to dance…”
Her casual failure to use the right word goes unnoticed. Being in the presence of an older lady made Maude feel as if she had to compensate by flaunting a vocabulary she hadn’t mastered yet. She also doesn’t notice Natraj, for all her efforts to impress the copper mare.
“Think I should anyway?” she playfully questions, yellow-green eyes sparkling.
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