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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.
Mesec still couldn’t believe it. Another egg! Lucius was guarding it fiercely, nesting in the crook of Mesec’s wings as they were folded on his back. It didn’t look like Lucius’ egg but the zephyr was convinced that it was going to be another one of him. He had adopted Everly and now the proud roc was hoping for a son he could take under his wing too. The makings of their very own flock! A flock of beautiful, star-strewn birds. Whenever Mesec attempted to point out that there were many different companions that could be housed within the egg, he was blatantly ignored and the dreamy thoughts of Lucius continued without a hitch.
They travelled back to the Edge slowly and by foot. Mesec had expected the egg to hatch immediately, as Lucius did, but it did not seem so inclined. Perhaps it was cold, which was why his other companion was playing the role of mother hen and using his body heat to keep it warm as they travelled.
It was a short trip back to the Edge, thankfully, and Mesec began searching for somewhere out of reach of the wind where they could hunker down and wait for the egg to hatch. He had no idea how long it might be or whether the cold was delaying the action, even with Lucius acting as an incubator. Perhaps they should have travelled south... but it was a long trek to the Heart, especially on hoof.
Remembering the silver-barked trees that grew in the Edge, Mesec wandered the woods until he found one of the groves - the low lying branches having kept snow from blowing into this little spot. It was probably as good as they were going to be able to find - the snow was only a couple inches deep here and the wind wasn’t as biting, so Mesec led the way into the little grove before lowering himself to the ground - very, very carefully. His silver eyes looked to Vesper with a smile, gesturing to Lucius and the egg he was protecting. “What do you think it’s going to be?”
No sooner did he ask, though, than Lucius gave a squawk of surprise and stood up, stepping away from the egg where it was nestled among Mesec’s dark feathers. It had begun to shake a little bit and there was a long crack along the surface facing upward. Mesec froze with his head turned, not wanting any actions of his to damage the creature or the egg, watching with held breath as he egg began to hatch. “Looks like you’re going to be a mother.” He gently teased to Lucius, but the zephyr’s eyes were wide and he had his own head tilted so he could better watch the egg as it began to hatch.
What emerged first wasn’t a beak or a talon, but a small little black nose - sniffing at the cold air before retreating as if whoever it was decided that it was simply too cold to hatch today.
He’d started out this day as he had the last, waking in some cold little hole stiff and without a view. It made what had been a rather delighted mood, rather sour. There had to be somewhere in this place a comfortable keep, somewhere he could either slip away too or keep an eye on things below. Yet the place must indeed be elusive for this was the second morning where his bed had not passed the test. At least a far morning jog, with a little run and buck with Haldir, seemed to cure all ill effects of the night.
So as he came to a small grove, simply learning this new land of his, he was rather in a quitter mood. Not yet awakened to his full devilry, yet not foul tempered either. Along his current trail he had seen others, many he did not recognize, so he kept his distance for now. Content to watch and observe before moving on soundlessly through the snow. Haldir was not as content. The stag was feeling the high from the run more than his bonded, and surged on through the undergrowth, even lending his antlers as a test of a tree’s strength (which more often than not resulted in a mound of snow on his back).
In doing so, Haldir found the small growing family first. He lean body jerked to an upright halt, instincts tingling with senses of scared moments. The gold for his part only looked up with half interest, his earth eyes not sparking until they saw who law in the stag’s moon eyes. Mesec. One hark twists back and his curled tail hold from his swinging pattern. Once before the two had met, but he was in another skin. His mind rolls over how to play such a scene. He didn’t know much, only that the boy’s name was Mesec and he was the Moon Goddess’s son. Beyond that, he was quite in the dark. So as the gold stepped up to play he didn’t exactly have all the cards he wished.
But it seemed it wouldn’t matter anyway. The shadow’s son seemed to be quite preoccupied with another at the moment. Gold harks lean forward to see their full attention resting on a cracked egg. ”Companion?” the whispered haunts of the stag slip in, but he gets no signals from the gold, as usual. (Unlike those normally bonded the gold and the stag rarely held full conversations through their bond, much was vested in mutual understanding).
Breaking into this happy moment the gold at first is silent. Where many would bound forth a congratulations, the gold was not. Nor was an apology on his lips for the intrusion. He was never much of the mindset to think his own bonded something to be celebrated. It had been nearly two years now since that day, and it was muddled in his memory by some foreign illness, but he did remember it wasn’t a happy moment. Shortly after he’d taken a stint in the Throat, and tried several times to abandon the thing. Not exactly a happy start.
Of course, not all those moments had been so terrible…the stag wasn’t remembering those. Instead he remembered quite moments shared, or the few times the gold nearly went to war for the dark little one. He knew, even if no one else (including the gold) could tell, that the Laurelin did in fact love him.
All these thoughts drifted silently. Passing by as the two looked silently, and stilly on, each with totally opposite views of the event unfolding.
OOC:: Jolly Thran come to crash your happy moment with his creepy stalker memories XD I think his current mental phrase going through his head "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all" hehe
@Mesec "speech"
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