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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.
10-25-2016, 10:48 PM (This post was last modified: 11-12-2016, 05:39 PM by Ultima.)
Her knees touched the earth with immeasurable delicacy, the rain-studded grass bending beneath her cannon bones without protest. She made no protest, either.
Since she’d sailed over the lake hours ago she’d been flying, the sullen rawness in her muscles tamped down by the profound emptiness of her mind, her throat stoppered with feeling. All she had at that moment was a wealth of silence. Even Snapdragon was quiet. Only the wind spoke – and it was always the wind, wasn’t it? – combing through the fields in whispers; the storm had its back to them, traveling further west, and in the vacuum there was nothing but calm. Before and after, she thought, there had been calm, broad and unfathomable as heaven.
Numb, she thought, was a better word.
Whether it was traveling the long night through a frigid Orangemoon deluge, or the frightful words that had been said to her, the girl felt bottomless with nothing. Pure void, existing somewhere in the middle of a triangle of rage, serenity, and grief. Echoes, negations; she hadn’t felt quite so blurry and vast since a year ago, living that half-life in the Meadow. Perhaps she should have stopped there, instead, for old times’ sake. The sky, at least, was the same, if a bit closer.
“We’ve lost a friend,” she said eventually, the words hoarse and hardly distinguishable from the wind’s murmuring, eaten at the edges by little moths of fatigue. Before she’d spoken Snapdragon clambered down from her back and curled into a tight circle on her knees, pressing against her narrow chest. Inside, her heart beat unperturbed, as if this were any other pre-dawn beneath the cold autumn stars. Numb, she thought again, her gaze wandering through the paling constellations. That still none of them were familiar didn’t faze her; they reflected in her eyes strangely, with all the value of words written to the blind.
Yes. Blind. Dumb, too, and numb, one last time, for the charm of it; tremors rolled softly from head to toe and yet she couldn’t feel herself shivering. If Snapdragon hadn’t been a part both native and separate from herself, she might not have felt him, either. But he made himself known, plucking gently at their bond until she curled her neck overhead, damp hair tenting around his tiny white body. He butt his head against her jaw, crooning quietly in the dark.
“What do you think about that?”
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but there is a truth and it's on your side— dawn is coming— open your eyes. ultima
The doe had been venturing as of late – after her reunion with her brother and spending time with her niece Maude, she began to grow restless once again. However, after so many attempts to trying to find the Edge to no avail – she was successful this time in being able to locate her home. And that’s truly what it had grown to be, her home, welcomed as one of them with open arms. What a strange concept it had been for her after so many years of wandering aimlessly. After growing up with Tilney and so many of their siblings, only to witness the death of their beloved sister Carlisle and the mental breakdown her closest brother had endured. It was rough, and she often tried to run from her problems, but when something so serious as that happened, something in her snapped. She couldn’t stand to deal with the problems that faced her during those dark times.
And so, like all the other times, she wandered aimlessly. Aimlessly to a place the dappled mare had never been, the Heavenly Fields. The rain drizzled down gently, soaking the water beneath her cloven hooves as the clouds swirled overhead. Perhaps that was part of her more melancholy mood as of late – when things were supposed to be bright and cheerful and all she could do was sit there and dwell on the things that had gone wrong in the past. Despite having family near her, she still felt rather alone. Yet, perhaps that was for the better. Only time would truly be able to tell.
Yet, as Aelfwine trudged along the soaked grasses, she spotted a pale figure among them. Intrigued, her green gaze glued to the figure – the eyes surprisingly a mirror image of Tilney’s in their candescent verdant haze. She neared, slowing as she approached as to not startle the pale creature, adorned with many pairs of wings. “Hello.” She called out, hesitating in her steps as she lifted her heavy crown of horns higher, water dripping from each tine. She tried to offer the mare a small smile before her monochromatic body edged closer – still wary, yet quiet and vulnerable for the place where the air seemed to have a thick tension to it – almost chokingly so. With that, she moved to show more of her body in an attempt to become less of a threat, showing the dapples and dark tones of her legs as well as the brief ivory tree marking that snaked down her rump. “I hope I’m not intruding. My name’s Aelfwine.” She began, her green gaze seeking out the mare’s own gilded hues.
Roses hang like paintings of you Oh, How beautiful you are
Colours of halcyon reflected on the deceivers neck as his nose turned westbound, evergrey thoughts drifting to the only shelter he could think of that laid in wait.
The Helovian weather for whatever reason dare not fight fair; he was left a soaking mess, hair a sodden lump and clamped in a groggy number of strings along his neck and legs. A tree hollow was all the palomino wished for really, just anything that might bat the rain off.
Once again the man had been to the Blood Falls, though this time decided on a scenic route over the backbone of the Hidden Falls rather than skirting beneath it across the meadow. Don't be afraid to take the path never trodden - that had been Farengars words to him when his legs became less knobbly and his ribs began to fill.
Now Toulouse questioned if he would ever make that mistake ever again.
There was no doubt at all in that cold, grey brain that he would be tucked into bed by now if he had just taken the normal route.
He never knew rain could seep under each hair, some drops even seeming to slither like pythons along his bones, their fork tongues kissing his skin. No feeling was more unpleasant than this Toulouse reckoned as his marble gaze cast skywards, a silent curse shooting from that gaze to whichever god it had been who sent these clouds to drench them.
It gets worse the blonde one told himself, for in no time at all it would be Frostfall.
Taking his place under a naked tree, Toulouse glared at the world around him as he waited for the weather to change. Many things this stag did were impractical, but this beat a lot of things on his record. Nothing could be more stupid than standing in the rain with an umbrella frame and counting on your hopes to change it.
Those beautiful hopes were lifted when the sight of the winged one filled his gaze, watching as her fetlocks met with the meadowgrass below. How fluent she looked, yet there was a shaken element to her demeanour. It was the way she hung her pretty head and stood on her skinny feet perhaps. Eyeing her dual wings with envy, watching the beads of rainwater fall from the silken feathers, Toulouse thought of how lucky she was to have those to keep the elements off. Dainty as she was, she probably needed them.
Another approached, antlered and calm. She was a fuller mare with a much more cautious glance and the most beautiful dapples Toulouse might of ever witnessed.
Now shivering, the vampire made his approach. "Gorgeous day" He grumbled to the women, though did his best to flash a fang-filled grin. "Forgive me ma'am, might I stand under your wings? I fear I might catch a fever if I shiver too long" He questioned the ivory mare, though when he recalled how distraught she had appeared upon landing in the field he forbade himself from speaking again until he asked her of her wellbeing. "Again, forgive me my lady but are you.... upset...?"
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