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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 swell of wingless citizens had not occurred without Cera's notice. He had no qualms with their arrival, rejoicing in the growth of their ranks rather than focusing on the tasks they created for him at the same time. Without Ranjiri he could not supply them all with keys immediately, his resources did not stretch that far. But he had taken it upon himself to begin crafting them, trusting that Sohalia and Maren would cover any work they needed on finishing the church. The temple was not Cera's first priority, after all, no matter how excited he was for its completion. His first priority was making sure that all citizens could walk freely between the land masses, and not feel imprisoned in the desert by their differences.
Cera had created a cache of metal for such uses, to spare himself the energy required to go around hunting for it, dragging, and compiling it from the earth. The Prince wandered over to it early that morning, Ilaria like a half-dead lump on his hindquarters, bemoaning his choice of hours. Cera ignored her, because she could sleep the entire week away if he let her. Her muttering was easy enough to tune out, with how she slipped into snoring every once in a while, words trailing off into intermittent snatches of sleep.
Cera rolled his eyes at her as he directed the metal into the fire, watching for the perfect shade of red before pulling them back out and dipping them into the water of the bucket he left by the Diviner's fire. The metal sizzled and cooled and he pulled them once more from the bubbling liquid, laying them down upon the sands and smiling at the exact replica's he'd managed to create. Humble though the Golden Prince was, he took pride in his excellence and mastery over metal.
Lifting his head he called across the sands, hoping the popular destination of the Diviner's fires would herald denizens in need of the keys.
"If you are in need of keys for the bridge, please come to me! I have them here for you!" That was good enough, right? Ilaria grumbled nonsensically from his rump and flipped her tail irritably over her eyes in response.
11-03-2016, 11:22 AM (This post was last modified: 11-03-2016, 11:22 AM by Xolani.)
To be honest, Xolani had never expected to be given a key. She was just a lowly citizen, barely even capable of performing the tasks of her rank. As an Apostle, she should be spreading the work of the Sun, offering pieces of history and culture to her family within the Throat. Perhaps she should even be offering wisdom beyond the borders of their herdland. But she was a mute. How was she to sing the songs of their spirituality without a voice? And yet she longed for a way to let herself in and out of their borders. How frustrating it was to have to ask someone else every time she wanted to travel beyond the ocean and onto the mainland! So when she heard the half-familiar voice call for those in need of a key, the silent mare could not help but turn toward the summons and approach hopefully.
The stallion who had called for those in need of keys was a gold-tinged paint, a crafter of the herd, if the mare remembered correctly. Though she had never spoken to him – she didn’t even know his name – she recognized his face. His was a kind eye, a soft-spoken voice. He was the rare type of pegasus around whom the plain, previously unwanted mare felt comfortable. With that in mind, Xolani found a bit more spring in her step, and even managed to offer a shy smile as she halted a short distance away from the young steed.
Her head dipped in a respectful nod of greeting, rising again only to a height that was lower than his; her ears were trained on him attentively, her body language nothing but submissive. A smile appeared on her petite maw. She had made sure to position herself so that he would have a clear view of her body – not for any vain or promiscuous reason, but in order for her to communicate effectively. Upon her sides, a light yellow tinged slightly with green – the color of hope for the silent mare – swirled into being, forming the silhouette of a key. And so it was that she made her request.
He does not have to wait long for the silhouettes against the evening sky to appear, dark figures dancing against the distant horizon as they wander inland towards his booming voice. Even if he had stood there all evening, Cera wouldn't have been bothered - he was an unnervingly patient soul, and willing to remain in one place if it meant those in need of his keys could find him without difficulty. The Throat was expansive, after all. And Ilaria certainly wouldn't have found room to complain, as her sleep would be interrupted far fewer times if Cera stood still - not that his hindquarters were a bed thank you very much. Ilaria snorted at him through their bond, and the Prince cheerily ignored her. How many times had she awoken him in the dead of the night to journey to the Labyrinth for bamboo for a midnight snack? Payback was a bitch.
The first maiden to appear is beautifully colorful, and he smiles in welcome as she wanders closer in silence. The pair had never met, but Cera knew with the lack of wings at her watercolor sides that she was undoubtedly in need of one regardless of their relationship to one another. Her kind face and shy approach was endearing, and Cera didn't speak, feeling as if it wasn't necessary with her quiet approach. Maybe she was a bashful sort? He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable with his rather verbose personality.
Until she turned, and Cera stared blankly at her, completely uncomprehending until he saw the colors on her side begin to move. He stared in awe, the particular display of magic enchanting, and realized that like Rasta, she had an impairment - one that probably kept her from speaking. And the image on her side was clearly an imitation of the keys on the frond lengths in front of him - a rudimentary necklace, but one that would last with the tight knots Ilaria had unwillingly tied in them.
With a smile he picked one up and gestured for her to move closer so he could slip it around her neck and deposit it against her chest.
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