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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 giant, tawny stallion tucked his wings tightly against his sides as more and more began to appear in front of the ghoul. And, with the arrival of more beautiful mares, he did the gentlemanly (gentlestalliony?) thing and shifted backwards towards the red willow’s weeping limbs, allowing them to go forward and claim their own tricks or treats.
And he waited… and waited.
And waited for his own trick to make itself known. Eager apprehension gleamed from his sharp, raptor gaze in the russet shadows, tangled mane and tail swaying with the intermittent evening breeze…
Except there was no evening breeze.
Starkly white ears sweep forward as his thick, swarthy neck craned to the side—what was making his multicolored, coarse locks move, if not the wind? He flicked his tail once, sending the snarled strands flipping through the air—only to see something fall out of it. Or somethings? His bright yellow-and-red ringed irises narrowed on the gleaming, conical lump that now nestled in the dark red grasses.
His pale muzzle reached out, nostrils flared as he scented the strange thing—and it smelled sweet. Whiskered lips parted, taking it greedily into his mouth—and it tasted sweet. Another flick of his tail sent a few more sweets of various sizes scattering to the ground, which he happily lipped up into his waiting mouth.
He then shook his mane, as it had grown heavy with candy snarled in the tangled strands. Some of it when flying to the ground with soft thumps, while others became even more hopelessly knotted into his mane. “Tricks can be delicious,” he murmured around yet another mouthful of candy. His bearded head rose, eyes glancing towards the far-off gather of equines and then to the ripples in the bloodied water where some of the candy had fallen.
And then a round, clear, sugary treat slipped out of his forelock and fell directly over his eye. He squinted with a snort.
the vulture feeds while it can until there's no trace left of man
11-02-2016, 06:39 AM (This post was last modified: 11-02-2016, 06:48 AM by Sacre.
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I’m standing in front of destiny
That has passed me by again.
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A fearsome groan ripped through the Blood Falls as if an angry monster was about to descend upon it—but it wasn't a monster. It wasn't really fearsome either. The noise came from the belly of Sacre, who had been tricked by some shadowy demon who gave such innocent looking candy, candy that was now tormenting the fox-boy so much so that he thought he'd rather face down an angry monster. It didn't help that his two bonded friends were sat on a fallen log, laughing at him for being so stupid as to not only ask for a trick but to eat it as well... Idiot. With a great painful sigh, he wished one of the Doctors were here, where was Timmy when you needed him? It was his own fault for asking for a trick or even entertaining the joker by answering his question.
He walked, slowly, so slowly, through the woodland, trying to ignore the giggles following him from behind and the sudden candy that now dropped in front of him.
"No way" he moaned at the innocent treats. He was even being followed by the lying lumps of shit.
His sunken gaze caught a glance of a red leg and he tracked upwards only to find a tawny pegasus who was dropping the bundles of joy from the strands of his hair. Wordlessly, for he preferred to suffer silently, he watched the stallion with a pain-stricken face as the guy leaned down to pick one up "ehrm I wouldn't—" too late. Grimacing, Sacre eyeballed the pegasus as he proclaimed it delicious and the fox-boy wondered if he'd find it delicious later. Or maybe the trick was one tailored only for Sacre to which that just made it worse.
One more dropped into the eye of Mr. Candy Mane and Sacre didn't know whether laugh or cry if he could do either without his stomach twisting in cursed pain.
A’mal sat perched on Najya’s withers, holding her prize from the creature proudly in her claws. It was all Najya could do to keep from rolling her eyes. Figures that the little dragon couldn’t be parted from her, erm, prize. Hair. Hair that was roughly the same color as Najya’s own mane and tail, but this certainly wasn’t her own hair. This was a stranger’s hair. A stranger’s dirty hair. The thought made Najya a bit nauseous, but the little dragon was not put off at all by her bonded’s disgust. As Najya made her way from the gathering, A’mal was formulating a plan.
Najya flicked a curled ear in the direction of the little dragon, curious as to why she was so intently excited over something so unexciting, but preceeded forward regardless, carefully picking her way through the crowd as the others began to disperse. A’mal, clinging tightly to the leather straps across her bonded’s withers with her hind legs, had other ideas and, careful to mask her intent from her bondmate, got to work in the safety of Najya’s blind spot.
As she made her way from the gathering, the little mare caught sight of two who stood apart from the other - two who seemed to be having very different reactions to the shadow creature’s gifts. Curious, Najya made her way over to the two, and found it curious that A’mal took no notice at all that she’d deviated away from their southerly route. Najya dipped her head in greeting to them both, but her curled ears pricked in interest when the winged stallion mentioned his trick. She craned her neck to see what it was he’d picked up from the ground and her hazel eyes widened realization dawned on her.
“Seems you got quite lucky,” Najya offered, with a small laugh, once she recognized that it was indeed candy that was raining from the stallion’s mane. A’mal came to mutual recognition at the same time, and immediately the excited chirps began. It was only when the dragon excitedly leapt from Najya’s shoulders that the little mare realized just what she’d been up to. The hair - the dirty braid she’d been gifted - now hung from the little dragon’s twin horns, as if the dragon had been blessed with a glorious (dirty) braided mane of her own. Najya, for perhaps the first time in her entire life, was speechless.
Undeterred, the dragon happily snatched up as many candies as she could with her front claws before finally setting eyes upon Sacre and the sorry state the stallion was in. The dragon tilted her head at the stallion, concern filling her bond with Najya, and promptly marched her way over to the red and black stallion, depositing her hoard of candies before him. She then sat, offering him a series of happy chirps, before popping one of the candies into her mouth.
It was only then that Najya found words, finally willing to acknowledge how ridiculous this situation must seem. “No, A’mal, I don’t think he wants anymore,” she said, looking from the little dragon to the red and black stallion with a little shake of her head, “Peppermint, however, will help,” she offered, with a sad smile at the clearly suffering stallion, wishing she could be more helpful. She did remember her mother used to brew a peppermint tea for those suffering like Sacre now clearly was, unfortunately she didn’t have any on hand and couldn’t be much help to him now.
“I’m Najya, from the Throat.” Najya then looked back to the pegasus, and upon better look noticed the candy dangling precariously in front of his eye. ”Oh,” genuine concern colored her voice as she took an automatic step closer to the stallion, ”Do you need help with that one, just there?” she asked, with a little nod, and feeling quite foolish for not having noticed sooner.
Amazing how distracting a dragon wearing dirty hair galavanting in a pile of candy produced from hair could be.
11-29-2016, 12:34 AM (This post was last modified: 11-29-2016, 12:34 AM by Graasvoel.)
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Ears, starkly white against the dark shadows and black mane, snapped forward at the loud moan that rumbled through the crowd. But it wasn’t a good moan (the kind borne of pleasure); no, this sounded pained. Sharp eyes glance away from the ruby, rippling water, seeking the source of the sound.
And he was rewarded with a warning: “I wouldn’t—”. His lips paused around a particularly large, crunchy, sugary treat while his head tilted questioningly. But then he took the sweet into his mouth and loudly crunched it—a little pain was always worth the pleasure.
A grin quirked up the sides of his mouth, “What eats your stomach, friend?” His gruff voice sounded around him chewing his treat— gaze drawn to the hunched posture and pained expression. Though his attention did not last long on the red-stained, black stallion for another approached them.
Raptor eyes swivel to the source of the new voice. This one was decidedly feminine, as was the slender litheness of her body. Though the red-horned was not stocky, both physiques were dwarfed by the vulture’s broad and heavy frame. He grinned, glancing towards the dragon that eagerly snatched up candies, a rough chuckle sounding at the white lizard’s unhelpful overly helpfulness.
“I’m only lucky now that I’m in your company, beautiful Najya,” he finally said, after she was finished talking. His head slowly rose from it’s scrounging of candies from the grass, red eyes not leaving the mare’s beautiful face, “Are you a nurse?” he questioned, his muzzle gesturing towards the other, black stallion, indicating her offer of advice about peppermint brought about his question.
And then he grinned, holding still, “Yes, I do,” his eyes gleamed with amusement as he answered her question—a favor from a nurse? This night may be in for more treats than he originally thought.
the vulture feeds while it can until there's no trace left of man