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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.
02-07-2017, 12:12 AM (This post was last modified: 02-07-2017, 12:32 AM by Kiri.)
Kiri
Now that Kiri stood closer to this stallion she could see how dark he is. The shadows that disguised him had played tricks on her eyes. She examined the colored lines that ran across his entire body and up his wings. Simply exquisite
Her mind is torn between her family and all the strange things about this place. She contemplated on how different, intriguing, and wondrous things are here compared to the same small island that she had spent her entire life on. She thought of her older sister trying to teach her the ways of herd life with the Maori which was quite the task for Kiri who only wanted to examine the bugs she spied in the grasses. She remembered her father who was as kind as he was strong and wise. He was also one of the fastest horses in the whole herd. How she looked up to him all covered in scars from his battles. She remembered curling up at his side and listening to his stories. She wanted to be just like him when she grew up. Her mother was the family clown. Always keeping everyone entertained with her wild antics. She always had a way of getting herself in some sort of predicament. Her father was always having to help her out of some mud hole or untangle her from some vine or comfort her as she healed from some cut she got from going somewhere she shouldn’t have.
Even in the worry that Kiri was experiencing, her memories could still bring a smile to her lips.
Her ears perked up as he spread his massive wings and then he spoke. She smiled genuinely at the thought of what it must be like to fly. What do clouds feel like anyways? Kiri’s antlers turned with her head as she looked from one tip of his wing to the tip of the other. She focused again on him as he spoke again. His words were not of much comfort unfortunately but also they were so strange. He can’t be of much use looking for them. Kiri's brow furrowed at why it would be that he can't help. Is he incapable? Unwilling? Can he not see?
Before Kiri could speak she heard steps coming closer. Kiri turned her body to face whomever it was that might be there. Hazel eyes focused in on perhaps the sharpest looking mare Kiri had ever seen. Her colors are pleasant on the eyes but its the sharpness in her structure that Kiri finds the most appealing. It hints towards something peculiar and taunting at the darker corners of the mind.
All fascination in Kiri’s eyes faded as soon as the mare began to speak. Liar! It’s not possible… Part of Kiri wanted to just to just shake this mare for saying something so preposterous! The other part wanted to break out in laughter till her company thought her off her rocker in more ways than one. Instead she just stared at the mare. Say something! Kiri thought to herself before saying the customary greeting of her people.
Kia ora.
Pausing for a moment she collected her thoughts.
There must be some mistake. I have never heard of Helvia or Helovia. I was birthed on Te Waka-a-Aoraki or The canoe of Aoraki in your language. My family was running with me just a moment ago I swear.
She spoke the name of her island as she looked at the stallion who called himself Shahroka. Worlds Edge, Dragons Throat. What kind of names are those for homes anyways?
There was a storm… a bright flash of light close by took everyone by surprise. Someone broke the fence where the two leggers kept us and everyone ran. I was running with them to the woods where we all got split up…. How does that even happen?
The something popped into her head.
Wait! Are you gods? Did you bring me here!?
They didn’t look like gods but how the hell would I know what gods look like anyways but right now it is the only thing that makes sense. What would they be gods of…perhaps of the birds and the stones? Her eyes are inquisitive but her mind feels like someone has taken Kiri’s little world and placed it in a mason jar like some little bug and shook it till Kiri couldn’t tell up from down anymore.
(“Kia ora” – Maori greeting)
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@shahrokh @manon
Apologies for the long post. Did not realize how long it was getting. I'll keep the word count down on the next one.
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