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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.
In the peacefulness of late morning, the ocean mare stands at the edges of their special lake, looking down upon the water’s glassy surface. There are many thoughts running through her head, as there always has been of late—ever concerned for the wellbeing of her herd family, she finds herself picking through her responsibilities, trying to organize them so as to not let them down. However, with the ranks now filled (the absence of her fellow Lady aside), she tells herself that she can have a moment to slow down and relax.
Breathing in deeply through her nose, Tiamat savors the familiarity of the mountain air—the crispness of the foothills, the aroma of pine trees, and the freshness of both earth and rock. It all means home, and she loves it. The warmth of the summer sun is a welcome comfort as it bathes her back, haloing her in a soft breath of light.
She would stand here forever, if she could, but before long, duty calls her back to reality. Clearing her throat, the Ocean’s Light turns her body, pondering on her friend and new herd mate. With anticipation bubbling inside her chest, she thinks it is now time for him to prove himself to his herd family, and accept the Basin as it has accepted him.
Raising her head towards her mother sky and lifting herself into a half-rear with the force of her effort, the Ocean’s Light releases a mighty whinny from her lips, a soprano sound that is echoed and reinforced between the mountainsides. At her shoulder, Nimue complements her bondmate’s call with a high-pitched trill of whistles—not as mighty as the mare’s, but distinct nonetheless. Landing on all four hooves again, Tiamat allows her pale eyes to roam over her beloved valley.
“Toulouse!” She calls again for the blonde-haired man, excitement (more than anything) lacing her voice. “It is time for your expedition!” With the length of her lion tail twitching behind her, the blue Lady eagerly awaits the gelding’s arrival.
03-28-2017, 03:31 AM (This post was last modified: 03-28-2017, 03:35 AM by Toulouse.)
Resolve is never stronger than in the morning
after the night It was never weaker
The serpent's midday slumber was halted, stolen and broken when the call of the Lady resonated and echoed across the floor and ridges of the gully. His cave, one he'd found abandoned and almost compeltely covered in layers of old grime and snow lay on the opposite side of the hill to the Haruspex's cave; a grotto well out of sight and mind from many of his herd brothers and sisters.
Craning his head upwards from where it lay rested against the cave floor, Toulouse gave a gruff sigh. His expedition; yet another task he must add to the list.
Launching his body up from his hocks, Toulouse was soon marching along a well-worn hunting track en-route to the main expanse of the valley. Where Tiamat was he could only guess, though his nose and ears told him it was south west from his current location, towards the lake.
Sure enough, after a lengthy journey along the lake shore he caught sight of the mother of their herd; the ocean's light herself. "Tiamat" He called over the bay, his pace picking up from a walk to an expressive trot as he continued around the last leg of the lake shore. Truthfully, he was unsure how to greet this lady. She was a friend, yet she did not demand respect like his superiors had at his former herd. "My Lady" was what he settled with, a courteous bow of his crown and shoulders taking effect as he spoke.
"I trust you are well, my friend?" he began, though then decided it might be best to get straight to business; save any pleasure for later. "and you have a task for me, is that right?" he stepped closer, close enough so that those diaphonous whiskers upon his nose could gently touch her own. His eyes of sunny meadows and sea water drank up her form as they traced her figure form hoof to head, finally settling upon her own oceanic gaze. " please, by all means go ahead. I am at your service, and ready to serve my herd-brothers and sisters also"
The sound of her name echoing across the lake has the ocean mare turning her head, a smile widening across her lips when she spies just the man she wants to see. Stepping forward when he draws near, she responds with a small inclination of her own curved horn, her grin softening in amusement when the gelding doesn’t waste much time with pleasantries. “I am! Especially while enjoying this beautiful day,” Tiamat responds anyway, lifting her face briefly to the sun and shaking out her mane with a chorus of seashells.
Looking back to the blonde man, she continues with a simple, “I do!” Her voice portrays her own excitement, eager for him to become as much a part of this herd family as anyone else. To hear him express the same desire warms her broad, infectious grin. “I am so glad to hear that, Toulouse. I adore you, but I know there are some individuals that have not warmed up to you as…agreeably. I think it will do both you, and some herd members, good if you were to complete an expedition to better earn their trust and prove yourself to the Basin. Does that sound fair enough?” She offers him a cheering wink, confident that he will be able to do this.
“Now, for your tasks,” a breathy chuckle of laughter manages to lace her words, seeping from the anticipation that bubbles deliciously within her chest. She takes a step forward, looking up into those glassy, iridescent eyes of his. “I want you to assist at least three different members of the Basin in their daily tasks—whether it be something in their rank, or simply tidying their cave, or cleaning up around our valley. Spend the day with them, get to know them, and let them see the Toulouse that I know.”
The Ocean’s Light pauses, allowing the information to sink in before she continues. “Also, in service to the herd as a whole,” her pearly eyes sweep pointedly across the valley around them, “I would like you to visit the Sentinels at least once, and clean up any scrap metal that has fallen from their frames—the metal will be stored in a corner of the secret tent, to await the Sentinels’ restoration.” The machines are precious their herd, and she hopes that this will allow him the opportunity to marvel at their strength, despite their ruin.
Skimming her leonine tail across the tall grass behind her, the blue Lady eyes the gelding for a moment more, wondering about his reaction to this little expedition given to him. “Any questions?” She tilts her head to the side, allowing the sunlight to highlight the delicate lines of her face.
notes; There's no time limit; if anything doesn't make sense, let me know! c: “Speech.”