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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.
12-29-2016, 09:15 PM (This post was last modified: 12-29-2016, 09:37 PM by Serenity.)
I need Serenity
She sighed, heavily.
Despite the season pushing on and pulling her with it, she was immobile. She didn't move or advance; she didn't make any progress. She was still caught up in her misery, wallowing alone at her lack of memories and the determination to get them back. She felt like the world was mocking her, after she turned tail so quickly without even trying. But at the point she was at, perhaps it was better to ignore the past--she had contemplated it before, but what if her memories really did more harm than good? She could recall slight glimpses of demons and destruction, but had that been part of Helovia or somewhere else?
Maybe she didn't want to know.
So she moved on through the meadow and found herself in a thicket of overgrowth, trees bending to conceal something like she was with the truth of her situation. She harbored mixed feelings about it all and so she kept herself in solitude, wandering while her stars tried to remind her of who she really was. Navy and gold body pushed through the branches and rested on the edge of the hidden waters; she had found what the grove kept locked away--would she find what she kept sealed tightly within herself? Would someone else do it before she could?
Toulouse
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It was not anything like a T'detan oasis or a palm-shaded beach of the western realm, though perhaps the Secret Grove was Hevloias greatest attempt at Eden.As the serpent tread noiselessly among the clover and willow leaves he detected another's presence, his curled ears twitching at the sound.
The gilded woman did almost naught to disguise her footfalls as she herself tottered lakeside, pressing through the greenery with loud shaking sound as leaves warped and collided. While she had done a remarkable dissapearing act, the snake knew exactly where she had gone by the scar left in the trees.
And so it was with a smirk that the gelding slinked through, only he left a number of minutes of time distance before he attempted to travel through the leafy portal. His reason for following?
Curiosity? Mischievousness?
No, really he just hadn't hunted in over a week and his bones were starting to show; Toulouse was so hungry he could eat a horse!
It had been so long since he had eaten horse.
On the other side was a remarkable, crystaline pond. Its view and the picture it granted him seemed so much purer and untained then the one offered at various other points around the secret grove - this one was new, only discovered by following his dinner through an overgrown hedge.
The vampires lips twitched at the thought of a feast, to quench his thirst and hunger. The crystaline ponds of his own that lazily resided in his skull glanced around the pretty micture in search of her, the one he had followed here and hoped she could help make his hunt a short one.
She would have laughed if she knew of her follower's intentions--not at what he was capable of, but thinking of her as a meal. She couldn't imagine her feathers to be very tasty, or the blood of her pegasus ancestors running through her veins. Not that she would know what the blood of another would taste like. Yet it was perhaps to both of their sakes that she didn't know what he thinking, much less that she had someone shadowing her.
She kept herself still at the edge where land and water met, golden gaze glazing over the surface of the green-reflected lake. It was peaceful, there, quiet and a sort of calm she hadn't encountered in some time. Most of her exploration landed her in the company of the horned however, and that alone would send her to the ends of her comfort. She relaxed in the faux-solitude she believed she was in. Her wings released their tension and dropped slightly at her sides--little did she know how vulnerable she would have been to a predator. She was in no position to run or fly.
Minutes passed by without an inkling of sound from either her or the forest, and she lifted one leg to begin her wade into the coveted water. But something felt strange, and paranoia turned her to look behind her, back toward the thicket and underbrush. Had something just moved? She squinted and lowered her leg, cautiously changing her direction to face back at her path. Hello? Is someone there? You need not be afraid of me..." Her voice was not its standard breezey tone, but neither was it strong; she felt a sense of worry over the intruder being a malvolent unicorn out to attack her. Yet if it wasn't--well, she wished them to appear so she could make the proper introductions.
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