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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.
03-02-2017, 10:33 PM (This post was last modified: 03-02-2017, 10:34 PM by Pippigrin.)
home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
So far, since joining the lions pride that was the Dragon's Throat, Pippigrin had created the most remarkable schedule for himself.
In the last week alone he had mistakenly fought off an intruder herd-mate. He had participated in a singles night where he had interracted with a curious amount of strangers from across the continent, and he was alarmed to discover that Helovia had Secret Groves as well as the desert and forest that he had observed thus far. It even had snowy mountains so he had heard!
As Birdsong twisted into Tallsun (he believed that was what they called summer), the heat became somewhat unbearable for the hobbit. He remained close by to the oasis under the palm shade, and his duties as chief manticore herder was put on hold until the first heat wave had passed.
In the vespertine hours of one early Tallsun night, Pippin found himself able to finally brave the heat. Curiously he ambled from the oasis in the direction of the temple, looking from that one and only structure for miles.
Oh, how he wished for company. He wished to drink and cheer among the other warriors! Like Mr. Gaucho!
But where did they all gather? Where could he find his comrades to chatter and clunk ales with, spin stories and storm off to battle with?
so far he had not met any other warriors, and this was a land famed for them. Surely he was not the only warrior in the dragon's throat?
Giving a great huff, the hobbit looked out among the kaleidoscope sky, wondering if it had been a great mistake to fly so far from home.
ooc; Pippin would really love to meet some more warriors and start a warriors club HAHA ✩ tagging a few! @Volterra@Ilios@Nephele@Azulee
Night brings blessed relief from the searing Tallsun heat, and since the seasons changed Volterra has found himself becoming almost nocturnal. The hot, sizzling days are good only for sleeping lazily beneath the shade of a tree whenever he's not doing his Sultan duties, leaving the nights for grazing and patrolling his borders. That's what he's doing now, his titanic frame prowling like a beast through the delicious chill of the night, searching for any intruders or predators. He's already chased off a mountain lion in a flurry of stallion's screams and flailing hooves, sending the creature scampering off in search of easier prey. His dragons pursued it with flame and ice until it thought twice about returning, and now he continues his meanderings with a distinct spring in his step from his victory.
A stirring in the distance draws his attention, and his ears immediately prick atop his head. Investigate, he commands the dragons, and they do so. They glide silently towards the movement upon wings of leather, circling overhead and sending their titan bonded images of the suspicious activity. Vadir's somewhat unpleasant giggle tells him who it is. "Teeny-tiny warrior," she says with a nasty snigger.
Volterra pauses his stride to glare up at her. Don't be such a bitch, he tells her, but secretly he shares her misgivings towards young Pippigrin. He'd met the pony by the oasis as he greeted Reichenbach, and he's still recovering from the shock of seeing a fully-grown member of his species who was so damn tiny. He'd had to do a double take when the diminutive pegasus had informed them that he was a warrior, and it would be wrong to say that Volterra isn't a tad worried about the state of his herd's soldiers when they are taking on somebody who could be flattened by a single hoof from an opposing force. Maybe Pippigrin is stronger than he looks, but the Indomitable is still rather concerned.
But as Sultan, he cannot have prejudices. The man is a Throat warrior, and he deserves respect even if he is so small that Vadir could probably devour him in one single mouthful. "May I?" she croons, swooping low over the pegasus so that he will surely be able to see her. For once, her red brother is just as eager as she is - to their predator's eyes, the tiny stallion is a tasty morsel, an item of prey to be hunted and slaughtered. No. Be gone. The rumbling command in his mental voice convinces his companions that he means what he says, and they reluctantly fly away in a chorus of angry shrieks.
That leaves the titan to approach his smallest warrior alone, and he does so after carefully schooling his face into neutrality. At almost eighteen hands, Volterra is a formidable specimen of a man, and when he reaches Pippigrin he realises that the pegasus could probably fit under his stomach without too much trouble. He tries to imagine facing something so small in battle, and a nasty thought occurs to him - what if the pony used his size to bite an opponent's dick or balls? The notion is disturbing, and the monolith subtly shuffles his thighs closer together and pins his tail to protect his manhood. "Pippigrin," comes his deep greeting. "What brings you out so late?" Perhaps the pegasus also finds the heat abhorrent.
V O L T E R R A
I AM THE RUMOUR ON EVERYONE'S LIPS I AM THE CURSE ON YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S HIPS
ART: DARK
@Pippigrin
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ] [ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]