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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.
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Aithniel
Fireball;
Aithniel stood upon the warm sands of the Dragon's Throat and flexed her nimble toes through the grains. Today was a good day to practice her skills in battle. The sun overhead was wan from the winter, but the cloudless sky would prove useful. A gentle breeze rolled through to cool the sweat they would eventually work up, and she inhaled deeply as she planned this physical argument. She rolled her shoulders and watched her opponent arrive.
Fortunately this was planned by Volterra - a particularly salty stallion. Who knew that being a good fuck and giving him a child as well as winning a battle would do nothing to earn his support. She snorted bitterly through her mousy, gray nostrils at the thought and rolled her silver eyes. Hopefully her continued work in the Dragon's Throat would prove her worth to everything, including the massive, black male.
Aithniel nodded her head to her opponent - a rather handsome colt if a rich color with silver eyes not entirely unlike her own. He was taller than she, but Aith was used to being the short one. In all honesty, she didn't mind. Being small meant that she was also fast, and hopefully that would work to her advantage today. Maybe not. She didn’t know this kid at all. Perhaps he was one of those child prodigies who were annoyingly good at one, particular thing.
Zera rolled his eyes and the royal griffin examined the talons on his right paw with boredom. He mentally chastised Aithniel for being so cavalier about this battle, but she brushed off his stodgy attitude. While he was not exactly wrong, she didn’t care. This was for practice, and she deserved to be able to make a few mistakes.
“You ready, kid?” she asked, stretching out her wings and flapping once as she leapt into the air. A breeze grabbed at her feathers, stabilizing her lift-off. Zera, annoyed by the sudden lurch, tumbled over the side and stretched his wings as well, cutting his bond-mate a sassy look. “I’ll start us off.”
Aithniel summoned a fireball with her magic and flung it in his direction. The diameter was smaller than her usual size as she had no intentions of actually hurting the boy. Maybe he would think differently, but this was a spar in her mind. There was no need for excessive violence while practicing. She spiraled around in the sky while Zera tagged along at her tail, keeping a watchful eye on his bond-mate’s back.
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DT spar midday in the DT/winter
She throws a fireball at him
There was something bubbling within the young stallion's chest. It burned like fire and tugged on him like quicksand, twisted and rolled like a crocodile and fluttered like a swarm of locust. It was not one emotion that moved inside of him, but many. He could not even place them all in his mind. He swallowed hard, cloven toes digging in the sand as he moved toward the soon-to-be battlefield. Fear, excitement, thrill... he listed them with each step he took--steps closer and closer to the oncoming defeat he knew was inevitable. The new draft stallion had paired him against their leader, which in any other situation might be nice, but not this one. This particular leader was a demi-god and she was raised in a herd once led by a khal and khaleesi--which meant Aithniel had savagery in her that was trained into the warriors under Gaucho and Megaera's rule. He swallowed again, stopping a few horse lengths away from his opponent.
His youthful face betrayed his knowledge. Nizho stood before her with his brows knit together and his silver eyes shifting, showing clearly the apprehension within him. Although he displayed the turmoil within him, he did not forget the training of his parents. His shifting eyes moved across the mousy grey body of the queen, taking in as much information about her as he could. The Inquisitor was shorter than he was, but twice his age, which meant that she knew how to use her body better than he did. While they seemed quite matched in muscle tone and, consequently, strength, Nizho was not going to take that for anything. She was a demi-god for Sun's sake! She could have the strength of two stallions and the apprentice would not be able to tell that. He shifted, wings readying for flight. "Yeah, I think so." He responded to her, trying to steel his face and show some semblance of the inherited resolve from his parents--both mighty and fierce warriors.
Aithniel lifted herself into the air and Nizho watched her, staying in his position on the sands but raising his wings in further preparation. He did not know quite what to expect from the woman, but he thought that if he stayed on the ground at least until she attempted a strike, he could use his nimbleness and avoid her before launching himself to match her skyward. He felt the muscles coil beneath his inky fur as adrenaline pulsed through him. This was his first true spar, and the blood in his body pounded in his ears as Aithniel finally positioned herself for attack. His dark ears perked at something bright forming next to the demi-goddess. Curiosity wracked his brain for a split second before panic exploded like fireworks behind his coldfire eyes. MOVE, STUPID! His brain screamed, but for a time he could not will himself to get out of the way. He was captivated by her magic, even as it raged toward him.
It seemed like the last possible second before he moved, and his own stupidity cost him some of his speed. He sucked in a breath that sounded like a short, tight gasp as his cloven hooves scrambled beneath him. His hind end tucked up underneath him and his wings spread out wide, his head flailing back into the air as he spun to his right. The fireball collided with the sands where he had been standing, sizzling hot and boiling like nothing he had ever encountered up-close before. Flames licked away from the impact, striking his left forearm harshly. Panic continued to whirl within his brain, clashing hot and heavy with the sensation of pain. His wings acted before he could consciously command them, and he was in the air as he pulled his pulsing, smarting leg toward his chest. Panic and pain shifted to some short burst of rage, and the young stallion found himself flying blindly toward Aithniel, his neck outstretched and teeth aiming to grasp onto the joint of her left wing while his unhindered right leg struck out aimlessly.