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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.
He's fuzzy, that's the only word to describe him. Winter fuzz has covered him thick and fast despite the warm days in the Throat, and he's not sure if he really liked looking like one of the peaches ma described as her favorite fruit. They're out of the Throat today, his constant tip-toed comments and hint dropping has worked, and all three of them are set for a day in the meadow. Maybe he can get her to show him more of the world if he's careful. It's a whole world of fun, and he can't deny the glee that he felt when he stood on top of one of the small hilly mounds and saw nothing but white.
He vaguely nodded toward his mother when she called her usual 'I'm keeping my eyes on you, Byron. Don't you go running off. Again.' She knew and he knew it, that he wouldn't listen and he'd be gone in a puff of wind the moment she took her eyes of him. At least here, ma wouldn't have to rifle through trees and cave nooks to find him, he thought, she can use those wings of hers and find me! Or use that new bird of hers to keep an eye on him. So he waited, he bounced in the snow in comical strides to amuse his slightly younger brother. Each jump punctuated with flailing limbs struck out to the sides and a tongue poked out, until his ma turned her attention to other things and with a shoulder bump and gentle nicker to his brother, he's off in a trail of snow.
He half-slid along until he ambled up one of the hills where a barren oak tree stood, his long limbs climbed with a little bit of trouble but once he was up there he let out a wooped whinny. Taking a moment, he simply stared down, head slightly cocked to the side. Now, to get to the real fun, he tip toed forward before he began to bound down the hill, back legs buckled under himself as he began to slide, a streak of dappled silver and cream barreling down the white covered greenery with childish laughter.
In search of food, she had managed to shuffle her way through the smaller drifts and into the meadow. Without the protection of many trees, the snow was deeper here and the going slow. Aware of her vulnerability to predators in these conditions, the old mare chose to stay close to the edge, where the snow was not as thick and the shadows were longer. A herd of deer browsed just beyond her, and she also kept them in sight, relying on their superior abilities to detect any sign of danger early on. It was only when she was satisfied with these precautions that she lowered her head and began to paw amongst the snow for her breakfast.
Her satisfaction, however, was short-lived. No sooner had she taken the first bite of the soggy grasses then did the deer look up in unison, freeze, and came thundering past her. Alarmed, she began to follow, though her arthritic joints and the heavy snow prevented any hasty flight. And then she heard a child’s laughter. She slowed.
Lo and behold, there he was, the source of the panic himself: a mere colt, sliding down one of the drifts with his legs splayed and giggling hysterically all the while. Sheba’s face twisted into a scowl--that was what had interrupted her breakfast? Trudging back to the patch that she had cleared, she grabbed another dead mouthful, glaring at him balefully all the while. So much for a peaceful morning, the crone thought grumpily, yanking away at her breakfast.
OOC: Cranky Sheba is just lurking at the edge of the meadow. She’s also questing, so she looks super old, thin, and dirty.
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
no living man could find the key
And from that day a very beast was he
Snow blanketed the meadow, harshly reflecting soft winter light. He hated waking up. Maybe he merely hated the daytime in general. The light always seemed a little too bright for his eyes, and the sun too hot on his golden flanks (perhaps the latter being a lingering trait from his days in the Basin).
With a heavy sigh, the boy began to rise reluctantly from his resting place, the gnawing of his stomach being the only incentive that made him do so. It felt as though the earth itself had glued it's soil to his skin. He tenderly lifted his hooves, and for a moment, he actually believed the ground might come with them and the grasses would leech into his feet then wound up the length of his legs till he was swallowed whole.
This didn't happen, of course, but the boy felt the sensation nonetheless. It chilled his spine more than the snow did. Once the yearling felt sure that the ground hadn't stuck to his hooves, he left his spot eagerly, swishing his dark, silvery tail against his hocks, azure gaze alert as he sought an adequate spot to graze. Oh, but his gaze wasn't alert enough to pick out the alabaster unicorn whom he shared the meadow with. It wasn't until another small, leggy specimen came barreling past that Rein took a moment to more carefully survey the land for other fauna.
The golden boy's ears swiveled backwards, awkwardly watching the antlered colt laugh and play in the snow. His eyes flicked between the child and the bedraggled mare, finding himself in a strange psyche. He wasn't joke with the mare about how silly kids could be, but he wasn't young enough to join the kid. It wasn't surprising that he didn't really fit in, he never had, but it caused him to feel conflicted anyway.
His eyes slid from the horses to his hooves, dismayed to find a trail of blood streaking down his left foreleg. His gash had opened up again.
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