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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.
The greenhouse stood nearby, close enough to cast rippling, rainbow patterns on the earth about her hooves. She was supposed to be inside the greenhouse, learning, and she certainly had meant to this morning when she’d set off on her father’s wishes, because she also most certainly wanted to be a good healer, too. As she’d made her way there, however, she began to recall just how boring it could be memorizing the names of plants, and what sort of earth they liked being planted in. Who cared how much water this flower wanted, or that shrub, anyway?
So, it had been easy to get distracted along the way. At first, it had been a pair of squirrels chasing each other up, down, and through the trees. She’d followed them until they led her, most fatefully, to a fox den. Though the pups had been frightened by her at first, she’d finally got to touch one of them with her muzzle after laying outside the opening for long enough that he’d thought she’d gone away. The fox kit had been so frightened by the light touch of her nose that he’d unleashed a squeal of terror that, at first, had made her giggle. Soon after, however, the mother fox had arrived, and it was Maude’s turn to flee with whinnied terror.
Her wild run had brought her, inevitably, to where she was supposed to be. Having been trudging with her eyes downcast, she’d noticed the refraction of light through the glass.
Dipping her creamy, cloven hoof in and out of the shiny dashes, she’d delighted in the prettiness of the peculiar array of colors against her russet fur and pale hooves. Now, however, even the sight of the light against the smooth, white pearls Auntie had given her had lost its exciting touch, and she was actually debating going to study plants, after all.
Lately, Alysanne had only been visiting the garden and greenhouse at night - it was an effective way to ensure that she wouldn’t run into anyone else. She was in a strange spot where she both hated and craved the company of others - especially at night. It was easy to distract herself during the daylight - there was always something to do, somewhere to go.
But she was gradually running out of things to do at night.
The plants in the garden were becoming dormant for the season, with just a few left to collect seeds from, but those in the almost-finished greenhouse were still greener and needed more attention.
With Hemlock in his second favourite spot, half snoozing curled up in the crook of Alysanne’s folded wings, the pair made their way over to the greenhouse - surprised to see a young filly standing there, seemingly marvelling at the refraction of light on the ground from the glass walls. Instantly she felt it, the tug on her heart - the reminder that Alysanne wanted to be a mother again. She wanted a foal, wanted Naerys and Artorius here with her.
But such thoughts didn’t belong in her mind right now. She swatted them away with a flick of her tail as she let the sunlight warm her heart. “Hello little one.” Alysanne had heard that Arah and Tilney had a daughter but she had yet to see the little girl for herself. It seemed incredibly likely that this was her but, well, it was never good to make assumptions in Helovia. She lowered her head just a little bit, closer to the eye-level of the filly, her green eyes shining bright. Hemlock liked when Alysanne was around foals - she was close to her old self, the self he knew when he first hatched. Before everything had started to crumble.
She had to admit that she liked herself better around foals too.
“I’m Aly. Can I help you with something?” Her voice was gentle, curious - wondering what might have brought the pretty antlered girl here to the greenhouse.
If you could only understand—through my heart and through my veins
An angel of entertainment arrives, with great, big, white wings that are dipped in onyx, a pretty owl tucked in the curvature where they became one with her painted body. Looking up at the pair with wide, innocent eyes that glittered with hopeful happiness at the prospect of making new friends, especially ones who’d spared her from having to study after all, Maude can only smile all the wider when the woman lowers her head so that she could look into her pretty green eyes.
“Hello!” chimes the cherub in swift reply.
Looking at the dozing owl curiously when she’s not given his name, Maude tries her best to nudge that nagging thought aside, to be polite to Aly. She’d already helped the chestnut dipped sapling, of course, but even honest Maude knows when to hold her tongue. What if Aly was friends with daddy, and told him that she’d been avoiding the greenhouse all day? It was best that she didn’t allude to the fact that she had been avoiding anything at all, even if it was just boredom. The cause of the boredom might then come up, and, well, she was just too clever for that!
“I’m Maude,” shares the filly, instead, her eyes occasionally looking from Aly’s pretty green ones to the owls adorably round face (and his sharply contrasting, almost frightening, dark eyes), “I was just playin’ wiff the light and my pearls! What’s your friend’s name?”
She, of course, means the owl she keeps obviously gandering at.
“Sure is cute!” buoyantly continues the filly, “Is he soft? He looks soft.”
It was silly of Alysanne to have not introduced her companion, but she had not thought he would wake and would not have wished to disturb him if he did. The filly’s eyes were keen, however, in picking him out and of course he would want to meet the girl! Foals and foxes were his favourite things in the entire world (after Aly and dragonflies - which were his favourite snack).
He poked his small brown head out of Aly’s soft white wings to get a good look at Maude just as his bonded was answering her question. “His name is Hemlock, would you like to meet him?” She watched the girl for a reaction before she turned her head slightly to catch the small bundle of brown feathers that was her companion - calling softly to him. For the benefit of Maude, she spoke aloud and not through their bond. “Hemlock, my love, come meet our new friend.”
He hooted in an excited fashion - adoring Maude already for thinking him cute. It was not a compliment that he took well sometimes, but it all depended on who was giving it. From foals, however, it was less a criticism than it seemed to be from adults.
In a flurry of brown wings, he hopped from his nest in Alysanne’s wings and to the ground - bouncing a few exaggerated leaps towards the filly before hooting again, his way of greeting her personally. “I think he likes you.” Alysanne stated with a laugh, as though it were not obvious. She lifted her head up once more, her green eyes shining with warmth as she watched the two before hre. “He’s very soft, you can touch him if you would like.”
If you could only understand—through my heart and through my veins
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