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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.
Patrick stays hunkered down in the pond as the fight out among the trees gets truly violent. At some point in the chaos one of the other foals, a filly who must be quite pretty when she is not soaked and terrified, shifted nearer and pressed up against his side. This sudden contact makes his skin twitch but, while he casts her a confused sideways glance, he manages not to move. His ears do go flat when she begins to wail however.
Eeek! Is this what girls who talk sound like? I've never really thought one way or the other about Ko's tenancy towards silence. I think I must now say, "thank you sister". The little antlered lady's words do make some sense, at least what I can decipher through the wailing. Of course, there is a whole crew of very distracted adults out there and this makes such words, sensible or not, unlikely to be listened to. Since leaving for me pretty much means slogging through pond water and then back through that mess of ants and ice and larger horses... I think I will just stay here until it quiets down. Miss sensible apparently agrees because, despite her own advice and her friend's sudden departure for the trees, she too stays put.
The chaotic scene continues to play out with much yelling, fire flinging and ice pelting. In the end the big flying bug falls, though not in complete failure. When she does a strange shimmering light leaves her large body and settles itself over the golden mare who'd taken up a guardian stance before the pond. The young colt watches with interest as the mare glows for a moment after impact and then the glow fades to look as if nothing has happened. He does not even lift his head until the mare has completed paying her respects to the fallen queen.
A thick quiet has settled over the glade now and the quiet seems to be sticking. Patrick pulls his upper body out of the water and looks around carefully.
"Safe now."
This small reassurance is offered to the stranger girl as he begins to make his exit from the pond. Once on firm ground again he turns about to assess his damages. There are scratches from rolling on sticks and other bits of ant-trap debris but nothing too serious. He is also covered in welts and damp with smelly pond water. These last two facts seem to bother him the most and he makes a few attempts to bite at the itchy lumps but this doesn't seem to do much good.
"Ick..."
He grumbles a bit then sighs and makes an obvious attempt to ignore the discomfort, though he can not stop his hide from continuing to twitch. He turns first towards the forest where the other colt had gone and calls out after him." 'lo? Still there?"
With one ear trained in that direction he shifts his attention to the filly. After a moment he gives a quick dip of his muzzle to his chest in the standard polite introduction always offered to new faces.
like a jar, you housed infinite tenderness
and infinite tenderness shattered you
Silence falls; the eerie stillness conveys far more about the somber event than words ever could, and Yael remains still as the others melt away. Perhaps she is now too empathetic with the bugs - after all, had she not just eagerly offered up on invertebrate as dinner for another? Hunger is a universal emotion. They all must eat to survive, but what or rather, whom they eat is a choice each can make freely. But avarice in spiders and protection in ants (aside from a group mentality, which, much like bees, seemed to be limited to the warriors) was unusual. And they killed the Queen. For power. For a power which (if it was anything like the event some thirty-odd years ago) now lays within her.
Yael has been entrusted with it. And in this, she takes her role very seriously, much as she did before. There is a kinship of sorts amongst good mothers, amongst noble and protective Queens who would give their lives for their children if necessary. The little golden Ima chooses to believe that is the reason the Ant Queen’s magic came to her.
A swishing sound, the movement of limbs through water, draws her attention to the foals who’d sought relief in the pool. She pivots and watches as a rather gangly, sand-colored colt comes out and begins to inspect his battle wounds. In tandem with his, a dull burning seem to spread across her body and she grimaces. Yes, they were safe, but a little worse for the wear. Some cool mud would be nice and soothing - perhaps the children would like some too? Yael takes a few steps towards the colt and fillies, should they choose to stick around. “Are you all ok? I’m Yael.” A gentle smile stretches across her face as a lilted voice floats towards them.
Maybe they could get the introductions over with quickly, and then all take a nice roll in the mud.
Watching the poor, deceased Queen fall to the ground, Maude’s eyes well with tears, which pour over her pale lashes, and down her snowy cheeks, into the slowly rippling pond below; behind the first plip plop of those pitiful tears is a sniffle, and then a quiet, moaning wail of heart broken sadness, an audible release of the hurt that has suddenly flooded her breast. Even when boy she stands alongside professes that it is safe, the maiden finds very little inward relief in the notion that they are no longer in danger.
"Oh no!" she softly moans, her hooves coming to life beneath her, and carrying her dainty frame with bouncy, splashing steps to the shore, where she teary stares at the torn hole in the earth, into which the ants had carried the Queen, "how could we?"
Sobs and sniffles wrack her small body as she just keeps staring, and even when the pretty, gold mare the Queen’s magic had blessed approaches, and the colt asks her what her name is, she just keeps looking at the horrible act that she and the others had helped to commit. In her chest, a shame grows, dark, and awful feeling, and alongside it, the smallest ember of anger at the spiders begins to grow. It takes her much longer than usual to turn to the strangers, who she would greet with a bright smile any other day, her eyes instead filled with tears, and her heart a deep, cold well of regret, and sorrow.
"I… I’m o-o-okay," she cries, not caring that the ant bites sting, at least not until she looks back and sees Patrick itching at his. Deciding she can’t bring the Queen back to life, but that she can help everyone’s bites stop hurting as bad, she glances at the shrubbery surrounding them, and spies just the plant she’ll need. Before she goes to get it, however, she looks at both Pat (a name she quite likes, she decides) and Yael, and smiles a weak, bleary grin of greeting, diminished by a snuffle. When she continues to speak, her words also continued to be perforated by her tears, and sucked in breaths. "I, I, I’m Maude. I, I’m train…training to be a he-e-e-ealer, and…"
Sucking in a particularly deep breath and stomping her hoof down, as if the motion might smash her tears back inside of her, the child clenches her eyes shut for a second or two, trying her best to get herself together, so she can manage to help. What good was all her stupid schooling if she didn’t use it at times like these, right? However, every time she tries to start over, she finds herself stuttering, and impotently wailing, again.
"I’m sorry!" she emotionally gurgles, "I am just so upset! The p-p-p-poor ants!"
Maude
How should we like it if the stars were to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.
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