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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.
Toulouse's deployment to the Green Labyrinth was somewhat expected. He could only expect that Iona would maneouvre him as far from the herd as possible.
Evangeline was the name of his patrolling partner, though he was quite certain this former doctor had not been seen in the herdlands for some time and thus had perhaps not even received her orders. He would assume this was, again, just a trick to send him out alone.
Though, he did have company.
The small snake coiled sleepily around one of the upper horns burried into his skull, having enjoyed a nap for most of the journey south east. Boomslang was not one for travelling; snakes never were.
The specter was, to an extent, unsure of what he had even come this far to observe. Perhaps it was just anything out of the usual, though there was always something unusual in any given part of the country. Last time he was in this green wilderness he came upon some talking spiders.
My reflection makes a dark and beautiful contrast to the vibrant greens reflected on the surface of the pool for the brief moment I observe it before I wade into the shallows to bathe myself. The summer air crowds me heavy enough to draw beads of sweat from my hide, bringing a slight glisten to my shoulders and back but no more then this. Even now my breath is even and unperturbed, for I am Hearth, hardened traveler of the world and no stranger to the tolls of heat if this be called even that. Born in the frigid mountains of Galla I was merely used to colder places and for that how could a mare have shame? None I say.
That being said I relished in the cool touch of the forest pool as it glides across my skin with each step I take inward, exciting a series of shivers down my body. Doubtless it is kept so by the prolific if thready shade cast upon it by the reed trees in this strange but beautiful place. Stray sunlight beams glimmered evanescently like fire flies all round as the trees sway nearly as if with breath of their own, seeming to lean to-and-fore with interest at me same as before. Yes, it is not the first time I have visited this place, as is a wanderers way, though this be far any place I favor truth be said. Here the trees – if they are even that – crowd too closely, making my great wings ache for freedom and hinder any true sense of direction, fostering an atmosphere of confusion that my ilk find baleful in every right and so my distrust. That is not to say I tremor with fear in this place. I am of the winged kind and may flee at my own whim should the need arise, nor am I petty enough to avoid a place for such slight discomforts as I have baser needs to satisfy.
For a body to travel it must be healthy and for that to be one must eat, drink, and rest. That is what I have come here for. Now knee deep in the water I dip my head till my maw breaches the surface and sup the clear liquid eagerly, splashing some onto my shoulder and flanks to enjoy its touch as well. Beside me my great wings hover just over the water, idly fanning the air to create a breeze of their own between long awaited stretches.
At some time I notice the sound of footsteps nearby and cast my gaze over to what I believed to be the source and saw the outline of someone approaching. It appeared to be one of the horned sort, which amused me for the last time I was here I meet Sjal and she was also horned.
03-15-2017, 08:40 PM (This post was last modified: 03-15-2017, 08:40 PM by Toulouse.)
' and i am not the same '
The crown of bones upon his head craned upward towards the capony, his eyes of deep azure and glaucious green piercing the leaves above in an attempt to find the sun. What time of day was it? The forest's cieling was so dense, one would hardly notice the day pass, nor any birds or pegasi above. How could anything thrive here, only just able to see the sun?
There was something far too quiet about the bamboo maze that was the Green Labyrinth. Ghostly, silent, and much too serene for a forest full of wild growth; the birdsong hardly existed, nor did anything but the crackle of kindling under each footstep. The lack of any senses began to suffocate the gelding, his nose scrunching with discomfort and a grunt erupting from his throat as his mind constricted. This place truly teased him.
It was as he paused, his face turned to the ultraviolet like a sunflower seeking sun, that the voice was heard like a switchblade to the silence. 'lo, stranger' the voice had cooed.
Closing his ivory eyelids over those vintage eyes, the Specter gave a gruff sigh. Toulouse might have assumed this was Evangeline, though given the seriousness of the word stranger, planting it upon him as if it was his actual name, told him that no - he was, in fact, a stranger, and she was no herd-sister of his.
"Do you know this place?" The agent uttered, his face not yet turned from the sun, nor his eyelids unfolded from the crystals within.
A moment or two later he gave another exhale, this time opening his eyes and turning directly upon his forehand by swinging his hocks away from the strange woman, now facing her.
This hen was coloured in the most peculiar array of browns and slashing stripes. Comely was her figure and more than agreeable in her dark eyes; perhaps if he truly swung that way, this tall dove would rate highly in his books.
ooc; HEY THERE! pls note his rank has changed but at the time this thread is set he was World's Edge Specter! :D @hearth
let me know if you like ot be tagged :D
03-29-2017, 09:15 PM (This post was last modified: 03-29-2017, 09:16 PM by Hearth.)
Hearth
The stranger approached and lumbered on without taking his eyes from the canopy, a bemused expression etched on his face before turning and acknowledging me, his question poised in the air. By the time his gaze tore from its bewildered state at the canopy to look upon me I had set myself to shrugging nonchanlantly, my great wings taking it upon themselves to accent the gesture with ponderous weight. " I know it as much as it allows itself to be known.“I say, tilting my own head up at the crowded ceiling of leaves and outreaching branches that interwove with one another to make a natural snare, or so it seemed. The part in me, the one borne of air spirit, naturally is unsettled here but I am not held prisoner by fear or nervousness. I’d rather call it a distaste and it is an opinion that seems to me to be shared with the stranger. After a moment I continue, stilling eyeing the canopy and pointing one of my fair wings upward. "Above it is simple – verdant fields surrounded by wood and marsh in changing designs. Within…it is difficult to say.” At this I turn my head toward the stranger and observe him properly, my curiosity suddenly peaked by his unusual attire but my face remains idle aside from the slightest action of my brow to betray the thought. A band of gold glistened on his brow and tied to that was a blood hued scarf that donned the length of his rather lithe and petite body on both sides. It is an odd trinket and the thought to touch it occurred to me, to feel its material and test if it were as light as it appeared to be. The urge in my muscles to do so quivered beneath my skin ready to spring but discipline won out in the moments struggle. Doubtless my foalish want to tinker with the item would be frowned upon and it was not a manner becoming of a traveler. Had I meant the stranger once beforehand…perhaps. After a moments breath I continue on, my tone calm as was my way. “ Do you not mean to be here?”I ask, emboldened by his earlier question despite he did not yield the usual air of someone who was lost. “I can aid you in leaving these marshes if you wish. A small thing, from one traveler to another. ”
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