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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.
10-30-2012, 08:17 AM (This post was last modified: 10-30-2012, 08:18 AM by Leyra.)
Leyra longed for to fill that missing hole in her heart. The part of her that wished for a stallion to come to her, to love her, to stay by her side. She trudged through the snow, knowing she was needing some one to love. The hole seemed to affect her body, making her tired. She wished for some one to come, to rescue her from the deep blue pit of no love.
Leyra's tail swished and dragged on the snow frosted earth, she searched for a place to rest, to die alone. She grieved for her lost home. The Edge had been taken over by the Quian, and she wanted them to pay for it. So many horses lost. It had been horrible. Leyra shivered at the thought of losing her life. She walked cautiously into a cave, the sun beginning to sink below the horizon. Leyra lowered her head, praying to the gods that her herd be avenged. She raised her head slowly. Her blue eyes reflecting the light. Her feathered hooves swished the snow around as she walked further back into the cave, longing for her heart to be complete. She needed a friend, a companion, a lover or some one to talk to. Leyra had always been a social little filly, and now she was a social mare, needing some one.
Her mane collected white bits of snow as she stood outside of the cave, watching the sun set. She waited silently for some one to come and rescue her.
Word Count: 254
OOC: Leyra is longing for some one to come and chat with her, a stallion perhaps?
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel
I am alone for the first time in a long time and I find the thought terrifying. My heart wrenches and my mind reels at the thought of you, at the thought of where you are and who you are with, what might be happening to you. I want to run back to the land from which I have been banished and save you, I want to curl beside you in the night and tell you that I am sorry, perhaps for the first time in my life utter the truth.
The concept of love is beyond me and it always has been; You were the only one that I loved. My dear, sweet Pyr- so young and so loyal, so alive and innocent. I have stolen this all from you. Under the winds of the Sultana and the lash of my whip you nearly found death. You never found happiness with me, never found contentment. You only found fear and you only found hate.
I have banished myself even further from the land from which I am barred. I do not seek a home, I do not deserve one. I simply carry my dead form through the cold snow and fight off a desire to die. I cannot die, I will never die. Not again.
The arch welcomes me like the gates of hell- it is cold and alone here, the caves are empty and the air around them barren and still. I have not looked up for some time; I have assumed that what I once saw will stay the same. But my dead eyes see another, a creature standing alone in the darkness. Like me, but yet she is still a mortal. I will tread lightly in her presence; I no longer possess the confidence I had before.
I still remember the bars of a cage hanging over me like a prison and your cries.
Leyra turned her attention to something moving nearby. She cautiously walked closer, her nose stuck out in front of her, but all she could smell was something rotting. Then she caught sight of it.
A horse. One that is neither dead or alive. It is simply stuck between life and death. A horse that has died but has not left its body. Leyra felt pity over the horse. A small act of kindness on her part, was speaking with confidence, as she did not want the small undead equine to become scared. "Hello."Leyra spoke softly, caressing the words upon her lips."I'm Leyra, and you are?" She asked politely, bowing her head. This undead horse looked lonely, shy. She watched it walk ever so softly."There is no need to be afraid."Leyra waited for the equine to respond to her.
Word Count:144
OOC:
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel
10-31-2012, 09:37 AM (This post was last modified: 11-04-2012, 09:41 AM by Alex.)
It appears the mare is in some way or another daft. When others cringe at the stench and mere sight of my form, she has remained. What good does she think can come out of comforting my tortured soul? Why does she bother to tell me her name, does she expect me to do the same? I am tired but not gone; the fire I lack without my companion has still left its traces in ashes. Her tone, the way she walked so close... as if I am a child needing mothering. It is the greatest insult I have ever felt.
I hate little more than I hate mothers. I know nothing of my childhood but that; the crashing of my own mother's hooves towards my face and the flash of light as my neck snapped in two. That will be my image of a mother forever, it is unshakeable. Any that tries to treat me with comfort now, as if I am a child... I will see them as little more than a murderer.
She grows too close, asks too much, and instantly I lash out. In this form I am weak and powerless, if I want strength it will have to be as my other half. I rear as a colt and stand as a stallion, letting my magic flutter over me in waves of illusion. I fall, and daggers sharp enough to kill hit the cave floor with a resounding, echoing crash. "I fear nothing, mortal!" comes my warning cry. I know her name but I refuse to use it. Few in this world are worthy of direct address, and she is not one of those few.
My figure flutters in and out of beauty and death as my mind falters and returns to you. Oh, what I have done to you... I cannot bear the thought of it. My despair turns to rage and the rage focuses on the unwitting and unlucky mare in the form of fiery eyes and a look betraying the intent to kill. But not innocent, no, she is not innocent. There are no innocents in this world.
[[Heads up, he's a unicorn, not an equine. :3
WC: 357]]
Leyra wasn't appreciating the way this undead thing was acting. "So then you won't be scared if I tear you apart piece by rotten piece?"Leyra spat. The rage in her eyes burned like a fire, engulfing anything in it's path.
Leyra's cloven hooves pawed at the snowy ground. Her frustration grew. Who does this thing think he is?! Leyra's sweetness had seeped right out of her. She snorted, the air from her nostrils appeared as smoke because of the cold weather.
Leyra was ready to attack. She reared up, her hooves slamming into the ground with such might and fury that ice fell from the ceiling. Leyra glared at the thing in disgust. A mutilated creature, probably used to be quite adorable, was now the walking piece of rotten flesh that stood before her.
OOC:
Word Count: 135
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel
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