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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.
10-01-2016, 06:04 PM (This post was last modified: 10-01-2016, 07:11 PM by Kiada.
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You think I'll be the dark sky
Her mother had sent her off during the Festival. She had a job to do, and it was to find other children and try to get them to join the foal games. Yet, Kiada couldn’t quite remember where her Mother had said the foal games would be, and so she gave her own companion a job. She had sent the ivory vulture up into the sky, to find a place that would be perfect in the center for stupid childish shenanigans she didn’t want to be a part of. But Kiada was growing smarter as the days passed, and she quickly learned that if she wanted to get something done and a decent reputation to hopefully one day lead, she needed to do stupid things she didn’t want to – all for the sake of at least saving face.
Soon, Khairi had decided on a spot, a lush place of grasses and rockery in an expansive area where you could see the fireworks and the auroras up above to cradle her attention to the games. The flames that licked along her back wavered and shifted into happy little otters in the hopes that it might entice others to join her. She had been practicing her emotions, practicing the way she portrayed herself with the fire that erupted from her spine, and so far, everything was going great. However, the faces she’d soon find herself around would determine whether or not she kept up the simple masking charade. Her gaze drifted once again, searching for the familiar mirrored face of her brother – knowing that he would more than likely end up showing.
Her tiny hooves carried her spotted body in the center before she lifted her ebony head toward the sky, nickering out a tiny filly-like greeting for others of her age to join her. She hoped they’d be able to hear her, she really wanted this to be a success. Her gaze drifted across the horizon as Khairi began to sweep across the Basin in search of children to join his bonded. And with that, the filly stood there waiting, listening for the familiar sounds of wings and hooves, hoping that others might be more interested in this idea than she was.
This is for the foal games! :D You can have your character find Kiada or have Khairi (her bearded vulture companion) guide them to her! Not sure what they're going to do, but feel free to have them post with ideas or something! Also, post order is a lie as always <3 @Kianzo
IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.
Her eyes, in a rare moment darted to the skies. As a trickster, her attention was more often aimed at the ground and those around her; how would she plan a trick if she wasn’t watching others? But, still, in a moment of foal-like wonder, her eyes darted towards the heavens when the snap of fireworks sounded. The thief-lady (the one that was alongside mom; Roxanne? Regina?) must be practicing things, for it was early, still.
Still, candied, bright teal eyes looked up and found a large, bright white raptor soaring and calling in the skies. Her curiosity piqued, small limbs of pink-hued lemon beginning to quickly scamper, following the flying vulture from the ground.
And the filly was rewarded with one of the thief-lady’s twins (Rexanna! she finally remembered). Her gaze narrowed slightly, warily, at the fiery otters along the other’s back, “Are they hot?” Her pert voice was full of suspicion. She remembers the hot springs stinging her legs when she and her pops had wandered into the hot water. Pops had told her it was the heat that they (those made of candy) should avoid. And the filly, not keen on any kind of pain, had heeded his words (the first she had ever heeded).
Then her gaze darted around, looking for others to arrive, “So, what’re we doing? Why’d your bird come get me?” Her bright gaze darted towards the oversized vulture, lemon-freckled face scrunching slightly as she waited fro the fiery filly to answer her.
“Are they hot?” The voice seemed laced in suspicion, yet all Kiada could muster toward the other child was a small snort. “No.” She admitted abruptly, ocean eyes trailing over to see if her answer would relieve the lemon child any. She didn’t know the filly very well, but that didn’t mean anything in herd life as Kiada was beginning to find out. Yet, she was still the only one to have arrived as Khairi landed sharply among her withers, his talons digging into her familiar scarring along her spine as he steadied himself. The filly didn’t even flinch anymore, she was used to the sharp stabbing sensation that was the vulture as he landed upon her back.
“We’re supposed to play games, I guess. It’s for the Festival. My mayi told me to start it.” She began, shifting her weight to look upon the filly. “You get the prize, though, since you’re the first one to arrive. What kind of game do you think we should play?” She questioned with a tilt of her head. The spotted child hadn’t a clue what normal children played. Part of her wondered if Kianzo would show, if he would be the one to tell her what kind of games children took part in, what would be interesting to others and nothing too dark like their games had been. She reminisced in the game of killing the rabbits when she met Thranduil with her brother for the first time. No, they couldn’t play games like that. But what did they play? Was it a mixture of hide and seek, or tag, or guess who our parents are?
What even was fun anymore? Her eyes danced around seeking for more children only to be sadly disappointed when she didn’t see the mirrored face of her own. A frown grew on her pink splotched lips, yet her head tilted toward the lemon drop filly with a curious eye.
10-08-2016, 08:57 PM (This post was last modified: 10-08-2016, 08:58 PM by Larue.)
Larue
The filly’s ever-alert and always-wandering attention darted to vulture as he landed amongst the fire on the other girl’s back—effectively answer her question about the heat even as the golden girl verbally did. The lemony filly snorted at the word ”supposed”, inherently disliking whatever it was they were ’supposed’ to do, even it if was playing games.
So her lemon-freckled ears tilted back, bright teal eyes darting side to side conspiratorially, before she glanced back to the fire-backed filly at the mention of the word ”prize.” Her eyes narrowed slightly in interest, momentarily forgetting the plan she was hatching, “A prize? What kind of prize?” A rose-thorn hoof impatiently dug in the dirt as she waiting for an answer.
But she didn’t wait long, her avid young mind jumping back into it’s planned prank. “Hey,” she paused, realizing she didn’t know the other filly’s name, “—uh, what’s your name? I’m Rue—“ and abruptly she jumped back into her plotting, “I have some of this plant that makes you really itchy. There’s this old bag’o’bones that I thought I saw laying down and watching the lights over there,” a vague jerk of her candied horn indicated a general location towards the lake. “D’you wanna come with me and drop it all over him?” Her eyes and face, which had grown brighter and more excited with every word, were positively gleaming with enthusiasm, now.
Her tail twitched with anticipation as she waited for an answer, “C’mon, it’ll be fun! It’s not like that old hag could catch us, anyway.” She giggled slightly, already leaning towards her stash of poison ivy. Luckily the plant’s itchy poison did not have the same effect on her skin as it did regular, non-candy skin.
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