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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.
Aithniel took time to survey the Dragon's Throat from new angles and what she saw was concerning. Despite her desires to make shelters for her herd, she knew that this issue would have to be settled first. With a sigh, she shoved her hoof over the crumbling edge of their island, watching it fall into the ocean. How long did they have before it all eroded away? How long until they were no longer an island but a tomb? It was disconcerting, and even Zera, who was mostly impartial toward others, seemed disturbed.
The Inquisitor quickly hurried back to the center of the island, reaching the fire in minutes with her wings spread. She looked around with narrowed, silver eyes to find anyone who could give her the whereabouts of Maren. Even though the God of the Sun was her father, Maren was the diviner. She had a connection to him by virtue of her post that even Aithniel could not possess. That was an honor and a privilege that she knew Maren took seriously.
"Maren!" she called, her tone urgent but not demanding. "We need to summon the God of the Sun at once and ask him what we must do to fix our island. The edges are crumbling into the ocean, and I am worried we may one day have no rock beneath our hooves," she explained, trying to appear as queenly as possible even though she still felt like a warrior. Was this how it was for Gaucho? She hoped so...
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Aithniel is using my VOTG pass to summon the Sun God.
Quest: reinforce the island so that it does not succumb to natural destruction from being turned into an island.
12-26-2016, 11:14 AM (This post was last modified: 12-27-2016, 06:51 AM by Maren.)
M A R E N
- By the precepts of her purity -
The air she inhaled held the ripples of winter, shivering as she breathed them out in the form of hazy clouds. The tigermare was sitting outside the temple, her left back hoof on a rest while she watched the shimmering dunes move. She could almost hear the Diviner's Fire's crackling flames that burned behind the dune-like formation in its dancy red swirls. Mr. Teatime was purring next to her, swishing his tigertail on the entrance of the Sun God's Temple to keep it from dust. It was a duty Maren had assigned to him, though of course she knew it was barely a way to keep him busy through the day. Those who had lived in the Throat for some time knew that the desert dust was the everyday dresscode for an average desert dweller. Sometimes with and something without a puff of the salty sea's parfume, or the blush of a burned nose. Naturally, that all depended on the individual.
Maren coughed when her companion swooped (swished?) a poorly aimed dustcloud of sand in her face. "Achum, you might want to adjust your angle of incidence, my friend," she said with teary eyes. But it was then that she heard her name mix in with the hissing winds that swirled around the temple, and she turned her head to see the Inquisitor approach them.
The Young Demi-Goddess looked as strong-willed as always amidst the gold of their land. The Diviner was in the midst of her nod to greet the Sultana when the girl's words went straight to the point. Aithniel's urgent confession rained down with an explanation. "How strange, that does sounds worthy of our concern," she admitted in a thoughtful and slow old-lady voice, even though she was not. However, a slightly more troubled expression now framed her silent eyes. Was their land truly falling apart? "Let us not waste any time then, to the Holy Fire it is!" And she successfully managed to escape Mr.Teatime's dusty efforts, without hurting his feelings, and crossed the heavy sands that separated them from the Diviner's Fire.
As much as their sea felt like a true companion to her as well, she could not afford to misplace her priorities this time. When she had found herself in front of the Fire, along with the Demi-Godess. She watched the curling flames lick and devour the air, watched it spin and dance in its wild and enchanting way, when she scraped her dusty throat to speak in order to hopefully reach him. "God of the Sun, please hear our prayers as we wish to speak to You, Patron of our golden land, as we worry about the state of our island."
The God listened as Maren's voice spiraled towards his ears. He had wondered how long it would take before the ramifications of Gaucho's long-ago actions were finally realized and addressed. And it filled him with pride that it was his daughter who should be the one to tackle this issue. With her ever clever mind it did not surprise him that one of Aithniel's fire acts as lead was a strategic one, but nevertheless he beamed with fiery fatherly pride as he appeared in a shower of flames.
"Aithniel." He offered warmly, brushing a golden-white feather across his daughter's back in greeting before pulling away. He did not want to suggest that Aithniel's ascension had anything to do with his love for her, and so he regarded her for the time being in her capacity as lead, rather than as his adored daughter. "Maren." He continued, nodding to the halo'd mare with a smile.
"Tell me. What is it you propose? Since Gaucho made our home into an island, the seas have grown restless now that they have not been bridled by the land which once parted them. "
The God's molten gaze turned out to the sea. From here the destruction and degradation was not as apparent, but the God had seen for himself the way the edges of the island had been eaten away by the unnatural changes made so many seasons ago.