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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.
02-02-2017, 09:47 AM (This post was last modified: 02-02-2017, 10:12 AM by Castor.)
Apparently there's some "serious epic shit" happening in Helovia. Good thing I know absolutely nothing about any of it. 10/10 for observations skills on Cas' report card. So knows. Much informed. Wow.
In all seriousness though-- wait, who am I kidding, I've never been serious a day in my life. Where's the fun in that?! Mom was REAL serious when I was a baby and it was a downer, Dad(who is apparently a big scary black guy) is super serious and like, don't tell anyone, but he kinda scares me holy shit. Nizho's fucking serious too, like he's always going on and on and on about some other sister that went missing a million years ago, and I'm like "Boi, I got my own Ginger Twin to keep track of, I can't be weighed down with your failures as a brother." I uh.... I don't think he appreciated that very much.
So, In the spirit of being the opposite of serious I've been oot-n-aboot and letting myself be in charge of fuckall. The downside of this however is that there's like, no one around and as much fun being a wayward adventurer is, like, I've been wondering if I should go home. It's kinda been a whilesince I've checked in, afterall, not like I'm lonely or anything >.> Also, I have GOT to ask Mom because I think I might be pulling some sort of reverse Benjamin Button shit cause my winter coat (which now only have a few stubborn fuzzy tufts left) left behind some grey hairs. Like, what is this salt and pepper nonsense?!
I follow the stream back in an easterly sort of direction, knowing that it'll mostly point me toward the Throat and shiiiiit if I'm not impatient to start flying. Like, I feel like i'm close, but my wings haven't quiiiiiite gotten the hang of it yet, so I'm relegated to walking like a chump. Oh shit. What if I do age super rapidly and all the sudden I'm to old and rickety and shit and I never get to fly................... NAHHHHHHH Like life would be that cruel.
My gangly as fuckstrong and muscular legs carry me though the water, because why walk in the grass when you can walk directly in the stream, ya know? Water is like, so frickin cool (never get me started on the ocean man, I will talk about that shit forever) and I like the sounds it makes when I splash in it so I end up not walking so much as doing the funky fresh little shimmy. "Making my way downstream, walkin fast, splashin past and I'm homebound, duhnananananaaa~" I uh, may or may not also be kinda singing. #NextHelovianIdol
The girl hears singing, and her first instinct is to shrink away from it. If this is another task, or big reveal, or really anything that involves crowds, she wants absolutely nothing to do with it. However as her initial panic begins to subside, she realizes that she actually recognizes the voice, un-melodic and bizarre as it might be.
Castor, her mind supplies, and she feels her heart quicken and a cold sweat break out across her pale skin. The boy represents something familiar to her, but also something unknown. He has seen so much more of the world, is so outgoing and confident, and she? She is a handicapped and nearly-wordless girl who sticks to the sands of her own home and rarely does anything of interest.
Part of her wants to run away ("run", harhar), but a bigger part of her wants to step out of the small copse of trees that she's huddled in. Maybe Castor is going back to the Throat, and he can walk with her. It would be awkward, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about getting lost.
She knows that her small voice will not carry to where he is loudly singing, so instead she reaches out with her magic. Suddenly the water he splashes through lights up with watercolour paint - or at least the illusions of it - and his ever step is punctuated by bright splotches of colour. Slowly, because her knees awkwardly point inwards hindering her steps, she walks out of the trees, large blue eyes on his retreating form, hoping that he might turn around to look for her.
So like, I know there's not like, singing competitions in Helovia, but if i'm being honest i prooobably wouldn't win one... Unless they were awarding a side prize for "Most Enthusiastic". My warbling is terribly off key (Or so I've been told, cause keys are like, little metal things for the bridge so idk what they have to do with singing) and I bet the local critters are putting some serious thought into relocating but my disturbance of the peace doesn't particularly cross my one-track mind. I only stop when, looking down at my waterlogged legs suddenly look like their splashing in a technicolor stream.
"!!!!!!!!!!" is the most accurate way to describe both the emotion and the expression on my face, because I'm a toad if I don't instantly recognize the effects of Kolr's magic (it IS how we met after all). Gosh, water is about the coolest thing but she somehow makes it about ten times cooler with her color stuff. (HAHA!! Kolr/color! I just got that!) I stop with a jerk, my not-quite-big-enough wings flaring out at my sides in surprise. My eyes are probably saucers, and boy howdy there's no stopping a dopey smile and I don't see why you would.
Anywho, I'm hella pumped because I haven't seen that girl in a whiiiile. Well, I don't strictly see her now, though she must be around here somewhere.... I do quick spin, my head leading the way as I spiral around, spraying water out in a wide arch. (Note to self: see if you can spin fast enough to start a waterspout next time you're at the beach) And here my enthusiasm gets the best of me because I spin to fast on the first go-round and don't actually see where Kolr is standing under a little bunck of trees, but like, i get there eventually.
"Kolr! Hey!" I shout and I'm off like a shot, out of the water, up on the bank and straight for my friend. It's a full-tilt, no-breaks kind of run, and it doesn't cross my mind that that might startle her. I should know better by now, and honestly I mostly do, but i just get a little excited ya know? And when I get excited I forget things like that. "Heeeyyyy I haven't seen you in foreeever! How ya been? See anything cool? Meet anyone fun?" I'm babbling already as I remember to kick on the breaks and come to a stylishly skidding halt riiiiight in front of the little tree-bunch.
Castor
I'm slicker than an oil spill
She say she won't, but I bet she will
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[O] -shows up fifteen minutes late with starbucks-
