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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.
Lena spent many hours within the first vestiges of Birdsong diligent and dedicated, funneling through tasks left behind at the lure of winter, determined not to mull over the somber state flickering through the mountainsides. She dashed through the greenhouse as a fairy, sweeping away cobwebs, broken, withered leaves occupying the floor, and perusing through herbs dried out over the Frostfall, making mental notes of which plants needed to be replenished, which hadn’t been used at all, and if there were any new ones she’d like to obtain – ignoring the painful lull flickering over her sentiments when her mind wasn’t fully occupied. When her eyes became crossed, swimming along the sights of so many different blades, she and Imogen altered their course, opting to duck beneath the aperture of the glass building (brushing off a few lingering patches of snow as she passed), and wander through the vast grounds of the Basin.
The Mender focused her senses on the sounds of spring, a beautiful, transient fixture of blossoms and warm wind, of birds trilling, of serenity and repose even in the monumental loss of the Reaper – how time and the seasons managed to move on, despite even the dimmest and darkest of days. She even thought to bask in the glow of it, in the sun blessing grounds and melting rime, but it didn’t seem right to dance in the beacon of light and auroras, when their thrones had toppled and pillars had been crushed into dust.
So they wound their way around the borders, mere beings poised in the aftermath of diligence and poise, strength and power, some of the last, fleeting remnants of another time, another place, another empire fallen and reborn. She hadn’t meant to wind up across from the rusted, metallic sentinels with their eerie, unseeing eyes, close to the grind of stone and the whisper of destruction, but her gaze still locked onto them, wondering, pondering, why everything could not remain the same, when another figure presided close by. Imogen and her ceased their wayward movement, the kitsune’s ears pricked, gaze sliding to the lingering wolf, while Lena’s stare strayed immediately to the sable form against the final, clinging remains of snow, winged (feathers dyed in crimson, in ivory, in Stygian tufts). “Greetings,” the femme cast towards the stranger (and how odd, because she seemed eerily familiar too – like she’d seen her before, come across her form in so many other intermingling facets, as if they’d been passing spirits, both on their own missions, crossing at different intervals). “I’m Lena,” she proffered, granting a piece of song, giving the smallest of smiles, uncertain, unsure, of what had brought the newcomer here – if she was a threat, or if she meant to be a part of the walls, the summits, the peaks and valleys. But she wouldn’t break or alter her repose, humming with kindness, with diligence, despite all the hardships worn upon her hide, curled and coiled within her frame. Her melodic voice strung together again, amiable and considerate, thoughts poised, ready, fervent for something, anything. “How may I help you?”