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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.
All these days I've been broken and hopeless and I
I don't feel like I'm coping, I'm hoping that I
Can live and let go, so I can get through it."
The creature was in a pitiful state. Once, in another life, she'd been beautiful, desirable even. Now she was a lost and confused shell of her former self. Slowly, dumbly even, her eyelids fluttered open, heart thudded in her chest. The feeling of being so alive frightened her. For months she'd believed herself as dead. Only wondering the plains as a ghost, but she felt the life pumping through her veins. There was someone that she had to survive for, another that called her name and one that sang to her soul. A girl. A young girl. Her girl? Her daughter.
With that thought the doe sat up straight, eye widening as she struggled to remember the face of her child. A child that was alive. A daughter that she knew was still alive. Her daughter. Dry, cracked chops mouthed a name, the name that would be forever branded into her soul. "Ma...Maude." The child that she had laboured for, the daughter that she had birthed into this world. Then she was taken away.
There was another one, someone who owned her heart. Some part of her knew she'd given it away willing this time. No questions. No insecurity. Tilney. Her other half. The one who picked her up and pasted her back together. She needed him now, wanted him to hold her and let her know that it was going to be okay. Where was he? At their home...their home that she'd escaped to and he'd found her again. Worlds edge. "Tilney..." she panted, eyes wide and crazed. There was no one around to hear her but she spoke anyway. Her voice was rough and dry, merely more than a whisper. "Edge."
Arah knew that someone else was missing. The one bonded to her soul but Wynter was gone and no where to be found. For the first time in years she would have to finish this journey by herself. Her family needed her and she had to get back to them because at this moment she also needed them.
Her daughter.
Her partner.
Yet her legs shook and she stumbled, weakened legs barely able to hold her weight. Each step that she took was harder than the one before, yet the doe was determined. "Maude...Edge...Help!" Her shout was barely above a whisper. Someone. Anyone.
It was most likely out of sheer curiosity or boredom the Toulouse had wound up in the Heavenly Fields. While beautiful, it was probably the most useless place in all of Helovia. He took a number of steps across the meadow once he had reached the height of the (almost unclimable) ascent and then nearly turned around to walk home again. The fog was so thick that there was no view to see, and it really was all terribly underwhelming.
Looking up to the sky where supposedly the gods resided, Toulouse gave a great huff. This was the second time he had found himself in these fields and he couldn't imagine why he thought they would be any better than the last.
It was then, as he watched the sky for something, that he heard a faint cry. A gasp, a breath. Turning his nose, Toulouse gave a gasp of his own when he saw the cloud-coloured doe a mess in the heath. She appeared to have been there not only for weeks... but possibly months. The plants had begun to blanket her and shroud her. Entomb her.
Was she a god though? Was this one of the four?
Uon closeer inspection Toulouse noticed a fine wrack of antlers and the remains of an ivory pelt - not that it was ivory anymore. If this was a god or an angel, they had been ripped from the sky.
Stepping fourth with slinking, careful steps, the sleuth approached. "Oh, By the gods" He uttered upon seeing her state. How was this woman alive? She was mortal it seemed, and not a deity or any sort. She wasn't quite ethereal enough for that.
Thoughts crossed his mind about how he could help her and how much effort it would take. She probably needed food and water, a healer most of all - all things he could not provide nor really cared to. This simply was not his problem. There was one easy solution - a kind strike to the cranium would do the trick and ensure it didn't become his problem, because it was becoming that way; it grew as his problem increasingly by the second.
He couldn't help but feel for the woman though; anyone would. Most of all though, he wondered who she was. "Who are you?" was his whisper.
All these days I've been broken and hopeless and I
I don't feel like I'm coping, I'm hoping that I
Can live and let go, so I can get through it."
Her prayers had been answered. A face peered down at her, two eyes blinking at the courious sight the befell then. Staring back her own golden orbs blinked, stunned that one had finally come to her. How long had the doe waited, desperately waiting for someone to discover her. Once her fine irony coat would have been a stark contrast to the world around her but the muddied and mattered hairs were dull and filthy. "Oh." The doe's chops more formed the shape around the word then actually spoke it, the sound that escaped was breathless and raspy. Water. At this point she believed that water was essential to her survival. Perhaps that would pull her over the line towards surging this ordeal. "Please...my daughter" Begging the stranger to help her was the last strand, her last hope for returning to her family.
The steps he took towards her were painfully slow. Her half deranged mind wanted to hurry him, she was desperate. The other half kept her calm, her thoughts leaning towards accepting his shock and allowing him the time he needed in order to help her later. The doe was not in the best condition that she'd ever been in, in fact Arah believed that she looked as if she were clinging onto the very last strand of life. "Please." Arah begged again in her broken voice. "I beg of you." Water. My daughter. My partner. Home.
Who was she? The question confused her, causing her eyes to blink and brows to furrow in confusion. Later she would think on how she must have looked like a stunned small deer. "I...I'm Arah." Lungs burned she desperately tried to draw in enough breath in order to speak. "Please, The Edge. I need to get home." Manners was not on her mind, she did not ask who he was or thank him for at least showing some interest in her situation. There was not enough liquid in her body to produce tears, only a dry, hoarse cough.
11-21-2016, 11:41 PM (This post was last modified: 11-22-2016, 12:12 AM by Toulouse.)
TINKER TAILOR SOLDIER SAILOR
Like a wolf hung over a sheep Toulouse watched the crumpled mare in the heath, his pale eyes wandering over her ruined flesh and fading yellow eyes. How had she become like this? Arah of the Worlds Edge - a woman who belonged to his new home apparently. The name had come up before along with the Emissaries and that of the King's Son.
While she begged and prayed, Toulouse couldn't pitty her. She was mortal with deaths pale hands gripping her, its beady eyes watching her from through the trees and its vile voice calling to her. Why not just give in?
The night creature crooned downwards, his muzzle not far from her cheek. It was almost pleasant to hear her muffled cried, her weeping. "I know how to make you sleep" fell from his velveteen lips, which called to her with the same voice as death had.
Just one bite and it would be over; just one chomp with his fangs.
But she was from the Edge, An asset to his herd. Groaning, the gelding took a step away and considered an alternative course of action. He could save her? But god, what on earth was in it for him?
It did not take the perlino to figure out a scenario, a plan that could possibly work out in his favour.
The gratitude of the King and Queen, and the entire herd was a most valuable thing. To kill her here and now would be a minor indulgence.
With a rumbling voice the lion man looked down upon the sheep and gave a grissly whisper "Pray that the wolves don't find you". And with that, he was off in the direction of home.
How long would it take him? He wasn't quite sure, but he would try to return with a search as soon as possible. He would run to alert the monarchs of Arahs location and that she was, in fact, alive. "I will be back for you in a few days time, do try to hold on" was the beast's final cheer as he galloped across the skyscraping meadow.
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