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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.
The water laps against the soft feathering of his fetlocks as he steps into the tide, washing around his hooves with its current unchanged. The stallion gives a long, luxurious sigh and takes another step, closing his eyes against the brisk sea breeze and revelling in the water that tickles his legs. He has always felt as one with the ocean, as much part of the ebb and flow of the tide as he is with the solid ground beneath his feet. Perhaps it's his pirate origins or just his breeding, but he cannot resist the allure of the sea.
He only wishes he could breathe underwater, so he could submerge himself beneath the waves and view what lies beneath.
As it is, he must simply content himself with paddling and swimming. The islands a short distance away beckon to him, but to get there Bartholomeo must swim. This doesn't bother him in the slightest, and in a few more steps he's up to his chest in salty brine. He kicks off from the rocky sand beneath his hooves, feeling the water swell against his body as he powers himself through it with his muscular legs. He's soon sunk to his neck, but the land beneath the waves holds no fear for the pirate man. He boosts himself through at a solid, resolute doggy-paddle, his limbs churning until they ache. He does not fear drowning - he is a pirate, the sea cannot possibly take him.
Soon, he emerges upon the Riptide Isles. It seems warmer here than the rest of Helovia, the shore untounched by the snow and frost of winter. Bartholomeo enjoys the warmer temperatures, and his damp bay coat is soon drying in the weak Frostfall sun. He sets off to explore between the boulders of the shoreline, intrigued by what he could possibly discover in the small rock pools and piles of seaweed that litter the sand.
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Tilney
The isles had always been a source of great twists and turns for Tilney. Here it had been where a simple herb gathering had turned into months at sea, a demise he thought would be the end of him. Then it had brought that one fateful day that had cemented his depressive state and solidified all his misjudgements and misguided actions to one pathetic pinnacle; here it was he created that new life with the exotic stranger, two faces he'd not yet laid his eyes upon. Two sons were the rumors, both antlered and marked with a tree.
There were other rumors, ones circulating about another tree stamped mutt only this one was not a babe born out of an angry affair. It was a male with black locks and beaded braids, one who prefered the company of the sea and no other. There was only one person in all the lands who could fit that description so perfectly.
Upon crossing the waves and tides Tilney found himself gazing upwards at the grand cliff face beside him. the mouth of the isles and their terrifying, gaping cracks called him forth to meet his destiny it seemed. A splash was hear amongst the flutter of birds escaping the canopy and upon turning his nares Tilney caught the sight of a brown-tinted man. "Bartholomeo?" The stag called, hoping more than anything that his brother would be the one to stand against the shore. It surely was him; he could see the splashes of white he remembered so fonly littering his shoulders and the ominous black tree harnessing his neck. "Bartholomeo..."
It isn't long before the pirate's earthy green eyes land upon the approaching form of a stranger, and his heart begins to hammer as he notices that the outline looks familiar. Finally it resolves itself, and the stag gives a great joyous whinny as his chestnut sibling calls his name and moves towards him. Of course, he'd known Tilney must be around, and he'd had every intention of hunting down his younger sibling in the near future, but to have them stumble upon each other is simply too good for words!
The stag turns, his wild black mane blowing in the sea breeze as his face upturns in a broad grin. "Brother!" he booms in delight, quickly closing the distance between them and seeking to knock his antlers gently against those of his sibling. His roaming bay muzzle hunts for Tilney's own, whuffing soft blasts of warm air towards the younger stallion's white-snipped nose. "Tilney, by the God of the sea himself, it is so good to see you again." He steps back to scrutinise his sibling all over; the distinctive white tree marking, the pale antlers, and the...lantern? Hmm, that's an interesting addition.
"We have so much to catch up on. But first..." The pirate's trademark wicked grin flexes across his muzzle, and he hunts around for a suitable prop. He finds a small piece of driftwood, vaguely cup-shaped with a hollowed centre and a small twig extending from the side to use as a handle. The bay dips his skull and hooks the makeshift tankard onto one of the tines of his antlers, dipping it in the sea water so it dribbles salty brine down onto his head. "I raise this tankard to the fantastic news I've recently received - that my baby brother is no longer a virgin." His eyes twinkle good-naturedly with just a hint of wickedness. "If only we had some ale to mark this momentous day!" He looks around for some fermented apples, but his search is futile. Damn, it's been so long since he indulged...
02-23-2017, 08:56 PM (This post was last modified: 02-23-2017, 08:58 PM by Tilney.)
Tilney
"Bart, Oh Bart" The overwhelmed gent chortled to his brother as he strode towards him. Flicking his green eyes over the stag from hoof to ear, it was hard to regocnise him; he was not the sun-bleached blonde boy he knew any longer. His hair had grown darker with age though still retained some of that golden glow in his black forest of braids (or were they dreadlocks?)
With a great, hearty grunt, Tilney lowered his crown and braced for his brother's rather violent embrace. Their horns met with a THWACK! just like old times, causing a wide grin and a mumbling laugh to fall from the chestnut's muzzle.
It was as this brother of his breathed softly into his nares that he truly felt who the man he embraced was.
His greatest idol and truest friend.
"You're really here" Tilney uttered in what sounded like disbeleif, though really he was just stating that Bartholomeo was, in fact, finally here with him.
Though what the painted brute spoke next, dunking a perculiar piece of driftwood into the sea and announcing a toast to Tilney's virginity that caused him to groan, his green irises dissapearing into his skull momentarily. "Must you really, brother!?" The stag bellowed, a short-lived laugh escaping his maw. "It has been years since we last saw one another and first you must mention.... THAT!"
Truthfully, it was more than refreshing to hear that kind of chatter. With all the tight politics of the Edge it was about time Tilney was introduced to some smut.
So it was with a grand smile that Tilney looked back to his brother and sighed a hearty sigh. "I am so glad to see you"
The stag's broad grin widens and he unleashes a hearty, booming laugh with such force it makes the faux-tankard jangle loudly against his antlers. He lowers his head to swiftly rid himself of the prop before wiggling his eyebrows at his younger sibling. "Forgive me, brother, but I was so delighted with the news. I thought you were going to die as pure as the day you were born - I'm delighted to see you indulging in the nefarious side of life."
Another great boom of a laugh as the chimeric stallion steps back to admire his sibling. Tilney's not the boy he remembers - in more ways than one - and Bart is pleased to see the chestnut has grown up into a handsome young man. The pirate's features soften and he releases a small whicker of genuine love and affection. "I met your son, Byron. He is a fine lad, Tilney - you must be proud." A shadow crosses the bay's eyes as Jack's image flashes in front of his vision, but the lapse in his concentration is only momentary and the warm smile is soon back in place. "And your daughter, Maude, is the sweetest little thing I've ever met. She must get her looks from her mother." He flashes another grin.
I am so glad to see you. Bartholomeo gives a gentle whicker and steps forth to try and press his dark muzzle into his brother's shoulder. "And I you, brother." He hadn't realised how much he'd missed his family until he became reacquainted with them. "So, aside from bedding every woman this side of the ocean, what have you been up to?" Those handsome eyebrows of his wiggle again. "Tell me everything."
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