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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.
Ralik snorted as he paced along the shore of the Dragon's Throat, his gaze fixed on the opposite shore. Normally he wouldn't let the sea stand in his way, but for the first time that he could remember he did. He had discovered, quite quickly, that the magic he'd possessed that allowed him to shift into a seafaring creature was gone. Naturally this irritated him, but it also concerned him that the immortality he'd possessed outside of Helovia was also gone. If this were the case he wouldn't be able to cross the ocean without risking death and he certainly wasn't ready to die yet.
Honestly he Dragon's Throat was that bad -- it had wenches, sand, sun, and the ocean. But he would have liked it better if he wasn't confined to the island without his flask. He was too used to being the captin of his own life, not feeling like he was being held prisoner on an island like a mutineer. He wanted to walk around Helovia, to explore and see what the land had to offer, but until he had a key to activate the fire bridge (which sucked) or found someone who had a key (which also sucked) he was stuck. Had he known beforehand while they were in the Threshold that the Throat required a key he would have gone with Tiamat to her home in the Basin.
His pacing stopped and he turned his back to the ocean, his eyes sweeping across the desert in search of someone that he could shout at to let him out. He spotted Nephele rather easily, her chimeric coat was one that he wouldn't easily forget. "Hey!" He shouted across the sands. "Wench!" That ought to be enough to bring her over, not every mare liked being called wench and he felt it safe enough to assume that Nephele would be one.
12-20-2016, 06:56 PM (This post was last modified: 12-20-2016, 07:01 PM by Nephele.)
There was only so much rugged handsomeness one could rely on to save them, especially when they referred to mares as Wenches. Now, she was a sucker for any handsome rugged man who had the chiselled features and the muscles, but sometimes it was just a damn shame when they opened their mouth and honeyed words were the last things that poured out of them.
Colour her unamused as she glided over the desert sands, only to be met with the salt laced call of 'Hey Wench!'. Sea blue and molten gold peered over at the pirate with an unamused gaze, and her wings dipped to carry her over toward him. Wench, she was a warrioress, an amazonian. Not some two dubloon maid who swished her tail at any man that might throw gold in her direction. Atreus seemed to have the same opinion, the bird flew ahead and settled into flying lazy circular patterns around the pirate. A not so silent warning that he would shit, or claw, or do both to the pirate if he so pleased.
"Ralik, my favorite pirate in all the sands." Her eyelashes fluttered at him while she hoped her sugared words were enough to rot him to the bone. The Key which sat around her neck jostled pleasantly in her glide aided trot as her hooves touched down on the sand. "How are you finding the Throat?"
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
― Terry Pratchett
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