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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.
No frost lingered in the grass this morning, and it was as clear as sign as Erthë had ever found that frostfall truly was over. It brought a sigh from her chest, a sound of resignation that misted in the warming air and made her cold breath glitter in the pearly light as it pooled down through the canopy. Birdsong had a way of making her melancholy, far more so than fall. The rebirth that went on all around her brought the mind to all the things that would never return, and more than ever she felt the absence of those loved ones that should have been by her side.
Stepping out though the rim of the forest, she found that the wind had already begun to scatter the mists along the cliff. If the light and the soft ripple of the ocean below were any indicators it would be another beautiful day, warm and damp and full of heady scents; rot and mildew mixing with the perfume of flowers and sticky deciduous leaves bursting out of their husks. The cry of terns and gulls off the edge of the cliffs saluted the return of the migratory birds; soon it would be a perilous thing indeed to wander the pale rocks, unless one enjoyed being dive-bombed by nesting birds and the sometimes earsplitting din of their cries.
Bleary eyed and not yet fully awake, Erthë spared the serene landscape a mere passing glance before she bowed her head to the earth, more intent on foraging for the tender spring grasses than bird-spotting. There would be much to do later in the day, but for now the place was hers and hers alone; the relative silence was heartening, erasing the memory of nightly terrors as gently as the sun did dry the dew that coated all that was the Edge.
Likely the peace would not last long - it never did around here. Nevertheless, the Sage would make the most of it while she could.
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Waiting for the rain I'm bracing for the thunder A twig that wouldn't sway in the wind
@Letha - very generic, lacking in interesting openings atm. Hope you can use it somehow. :)
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Letha had not traveled far from where her parents had first brought her to the World's Edge. While she could not understand the words her mother had said to her, she understood the stern knit to her mother's brow when she spoke. This was truly how Letha got through her life, not being able to hear the words that were spoken to her by her parents. She made her decisions based on the way their faces looked, and the glances they gave each other. She was not quite certain if her parents had figured out the disability the filly had developed, for even she herself did not know it was a disability. It happened so quickly after her birth that there was no way for her to know that there was another way to live than in complete silence.
Deafness was interesting for this girl, and the world, even if they did not know it.
Trotting briskly, the girl took in everything around her with wonder. Her ocean colored eyes were wide and painted with all of her youthful innocence as she looked as to what might be her home. The Hidden Falls was beautiful, but the mists that clung to this forest were something ethereal, an entirely different beast to behold. In the Hidden Falls she had never felt so captivated by every nook and cranny, so enthralled by the enticing scents and wondrous, looming trees. No, the Hidden Falls had not been this glorious. It was different--still beautiful--but something about this place made Letha believe she was destined to live here.
Perhaps this place had been made for just her.
Flicking her tail and fluttering her tiny wings, the girl continued to trot through the forest. Pushing her way past dense underbrush, the grulla girl stumbled upon the grazing mare. She stopped, standing stark still, holding her breath as she stood in the woman's midst.
How would she greet her?
Suddenly, Letha wished to be near Dragomir and Ranjiri again.
The rustle of shifting underbrush brought her head up in a fluid motion, not abrupt but steadily, deliberate. Erthë was of the firm belief that nothing harmful would move through the forest with so many vigilant eyes around, making her reaction more a display of deeply running, constantly unsatisfied curiosity than anything else. Pale eyes scoured the edge of the woods and came to rest upon the spindly foal, widening at first in surprise before suddenly warming into a smile.
"Hi there" she said, greeting the little one with head cocked and ears erect. "Yours is a face I have not seen before... Where did you come from, tiny?"
Erthë regarded the foal curiously, attempting to piece together built and coloration of the babe - a girl, as it turned out, a little filly that hardly looked to be more than a few weeks old - with the horses she knew in the herd. None came to mind however, which meant that she either did not know her family as well as she ought, or that the kid was new to the land. Finding the latter to be a much more intriguing thought, she spared a glance around the area to see if she could spot a mother...
Not that she expected to, not really. Every foal she had ever known, except perhaps Murtagh and Maude, had romped around away from their parents side from the moment they learned how to run. As the herd was a safe enough place the young Sage did not feel overly concerned; it was hard to get lost around here. The family would be reunited before long, no doubt.
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Waiting for the rain I'm bracing for the thunder A twig that wouldn't sway in the wind
03-04-2017, 10:07 AM (This post was last modified: 03-04-2017, 10:08 AM by Letha.)
I was looking for a breath of a life
A little touch of heavenly light
The girl hardly moved. She was stuck here before this woman, this stranger, unable to make her brain tell her limbs what to do. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and her cheeks warmed. She did not know it, but the amiable girl was embarrassed. She was embarrassed that she had stumbled upon the blue lady without knowing, and without intent; she was embarrassed that she was now not able to understand the woman she had so rudely intruded on and explain herself. Little, solid hooves shifted somewhat in the loamy soil, the mists curling around her naked ankles like shackles.
Nothing about this stranger before her seemed to emit the red, flashing light of danger, but Letha's inward desire for self-preservation had always been high. It was what caused her to follow her mother far out of the Hidden Falls when hunger roared in her belly, despite the GoldenShade's stern command to stay with Dragomir. Now, Letha's brain told her turn around, tuck her tail, run and bleat loudly for the safety of her parents. Her body, however, as tiny and rail-thin as it was, would not cooperate. There was something in the back of her mind that was keeping the muscles still, the legs in place.
Maybe it was the way the blue lady before her cocked her head and opened her mouth to speak. Her face did not wrinkle by the mouth and nostrils, nor did her ears turn to pin into her curled mane. Those were the initial signs Letha understood as dangerous. Those were the signs that Letha understood that she was not in the right place, definitely not at the right time, and someone was probably going to bite or kick her. Ocean eyes widened some, the soft waves showing Letha's concern and youthful misunderstanding.
She lowered her head some, ears falling to the side gently, and she nibbled at the grass, never taking her eyes off the blue woman.
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