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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.
02-27-2017, 12:22 AM (This post was last modified: 03-07-2017, 06:09 PM by Gyda.)
If it's anger that you want I would love to feed my wolves So look at me while I'm getting too close
Your dependency had been shed like a second skin and age had awarded you freedoms that you’d only dreamt of as a small, ignorant child. However, it had also saddled you with daunting responsibility. It didn’t matter where you rambled so long as you promised eminent return. And it didn’t matter where you slept beneath the wide berth of stars above so long as they kept you company through the night. Yet, losing such childish restrictions hadn’t left you entirely ungrateful for your mother’s attentive eye or her protective suggestions. Instead, it was a humbling reminder of just how far you’d come and how far you had left to go.
Behind you were visions of golden copses and greying, timeworn harbors that bore little resemblance to the vibrant, emerald wildwood of Helovia. You had traipsed from one seaboard to the next, savoring the damp scent of the earth just before an errant rainstorm or reveling in the heat of a mild summer’s day. Yet, there were times in which you spent infinite hours wasted by the throes of your nostalgia. At first they were mere mild transgressions that lasted no more than a wrinkle of your time between the long, meandering days of adventure. But it wasn’t long before those transgressions became iniquities far too glaring in their implications to avoid.
It would have been a lie to deny the reasoning behind your homecoming and you had no intention of masking those desires if pressed. However, the fabric of your life had always been a modest ensemble despite your buoyant nature, which was why you had chosen not to return so immediately to the South and its foreboding flame. The Dragon’s Throat was your home, but whether or not you’d been truly missed was another matter that you weren’t ready to discuss.
Instead you sought the familiar coast of the Endless Blue and the memories it afforded you, as they were so similar to the ones you’d experienced on warmer, southern shores. As you picked your way across the prismatic seaside, you found yourself searching the smooth, colored pieces scattered atop the sand for a cerulean trinket to toss into the waves. You wanted to watch as the water’s glimmering face sloshed over the glass, curious to see if it's ultramarine hues would waver despite the change of location. Perhaps you related it to yourself, the glass, or maybe your curiosity was just another of your quests born out of sheer wonder for the world... Even you had a hard time deciphering the difference.
03-01-2017, 03:02 PM (This post was last modified: 03-05-2017, 03:48 AM by Patrick.)
Patrick
As has become standard for him, the boy does not remain long at home before he is off across the bridge and out into the world beyond again. Once more, as with his previous adventures, he embarks on this trek alone. There are those who might be saddened by this but the child is a stubborn loner and he doesn't seem the least phased by it. While there are those he cares for, those he admires and those who he may even consider friends some day he hasn't really bonded strongly with anyone. Besides traveling with another would only mean matching his pace to theirs and he likes to go fast or slow as he pleases.
Today he is moving slowly, even dreamily, across the expanse between ocean front and ocean front. He has been outside the confines of his homeland for some days now and is only just coming upon the great western sea. Patrick has traveled west in the past but not quite this far. So, as he comes over a low rise with tall grass brushing his knees and looks down upon the sparkling blue water he gives a sigh of amazement and pleasure.
"Oh... pretty..."
The colt likes pretty, shiny things and waves glittering in the sunlight are no doubt near the top of his list. This part of the ocean has even more of a shine than any other, though. Thanks to the scattering of glass on the beach and the great arch in front of the reef, it is quite magical. Patrick's blue eyes grow wider with each sweep of his gaze over the landscape ahead of him.
This is a grand place indeed, so fine and sparkly. I want to keep a few of those glittering shards, they would look amazing in my collection. Maybe I could bring some back for Ko too. I wonder what she might be able to paint on them...
Of course, there is also the arch. It is a glittering gate looming in splendor above the waves. I want to follow that path through the beckoning doorway and see where it leads, but just this once I am somewhat unsure about venturing inside alone. On the other hand, I don't want to go all the way back to the Throat to get Pop or Ko either. I am not far from the Edge here though am I? Maybe I could find Yael, Lyanna or Maude.
Turning my gaze northwest I suddenly find that I am not alone on this beach as I'd first thought. There, among the glass shards, is a girl. She is tallish, well taller than me, and slender. At this point, taller than me tends to mean older than me but I've never been shy around older girls before, why start now? She doesn't appear to be wailing, or in fact making any sound at all and this is encouraging. I am still not sure what I would have done with Maude and her tears if Yael hadn't been there. Anyway, this current older girl wears a simple, rusty-red coat, boldly marked about the face and lacking any other adornment. I find this simplicity both oddly refreshing and lovely. In the world of Helovia, and especially Dragon's Throat, it is rarer than one might think.
For a short time, the younger lad stands, appearing transfixed by sight of the girl down near the waves. Eventually, he shakes himself free of the trance and heads towards her. His legs, still rather disproportionately long, carry his frame over the sand with an easy and deceptive speed. Coming near he pulls up in time to leave a safe distance between them. With a warm shine in his eyes and a friendly glow to his whole face he turns in an attempt to meet her gaze.
"Hi! Together?"
His head tips towards the glass arch in explanation and then he waits in patient and hopeful silence for her answer...
If it's anger that you want I would love to feed my wolves So look at me while I'm getting too close
As you watched the iridescent face of the turquoise shard topple over ridges of sand just beneath the ocean water, you had yet to notice the young colt approaching from behind. If you had, you would have admired the pale cornflower blue of his eyes or the deep marine dappling scattered about his right flank. You were hardly wreathed in color like the many specimens you’d seen all throughout Helovia, but your mother had called you beautiful nonetheless. It wasn’t until you had tuned to lay pale, nondescript eyes on the piercing cerulean jewels this stranger viewed the world from, that you truly understood what your mother had somehow seen in you. Of course, you also encountered your very first bought of true, unadulterated jealousy.
In your visceral struggle, you endeavored to avoid the mounting envy that curled your lips despite the colt’s good-natured salutation. His approach was inevitable as far as you could discern, so you rotated on your heels to better face him as he finished off his invitation to permit camaraderie between two such wayfarers. You couldn’t recall a time in which you’d met the boyish newcomer, but something about him struck you as familiar even if you weren’t yet convinced enough to put your finger on what that might be. Instead, you smiled, girlish and coy, before nodding loosely toward the underground cavern you’d somehow failed to acknowledge before. “Sure.”
The colt’s speech was still somewhat disconnected by youth and you imagined him a bit younger than you (though only by a short time) judging by his size. It made you wonder what the two of you could possibly have in common or what you might do now that you had taken to following him toward the two bright stones that marked the aforementioned underground depression.
As the two of you passed beneath the cave’s wide mouth, streams of sea water spouted from its lip. You were careful to avoid the runs, but still unable to evade them entirely. In your frustration over the matter, you darted ahead of the colt only to realize what a girl you were when it came to the elements. Sheepishly, you turned to regard the boy with another demure grin, “What’s your name then?” It had been quite some time since you had shared your headspace with anyone else, so perhaps you appeared awkward or strained, but to you it felt natural… even if it wasn’t. “I’m Gyda.”