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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.
Slipping back into the Falls was how Murtagh had imagined his returned. He would return in the dark of night, find where his mothers were sleeping, and just casually be there when they woke up. Chances were there would be some chastising and yelling but man their faces would definitely be worth it!
As it was, though, when they realized they were close to the Falls - neither Murtagh nor Sorellina were interested in being coy. It was the middle of the day and there was not a cloud in the sky. Not a chance that they would be able to slip in unnoticed but as soon as they saw the familiar rocks and trees they didn’t care. They were home and they weren’t going to wait any more.
In a thunderous, clumsy stampede they entered their home - both sets of eyes bright and exhilarated with their return and eager to share the stories of the adventures they had experienced outside of Helovia. Both boy and bear were older, that’s how things work after all, just on their last legs of youth.
Sorellina noticed something was off first, her strong nose sniffing at the air and she came to a stop. ‘Not smell the same.’ She cautioned Murtagh through their bond - her brown eyes scanning the familiar woods but not noticing any signs of a herd that lived here.
“Maybe they’re hiding?” Murtagh responded, his companion’s caution dropping his enthusiasm as though it were an anchor but his hope still soared. The Falls had been prone to forest fires in the past, there was a chance that the herd had simply moved to the other side of the shallow valley from where they were right now. Though he itched to race inward, he moved cautiously beside his companion - senses alert for the slightest movement. Surely there would be someone here to greet them!
Since everything crumbled into nothing – since everyone scattered, since their God had said goodbye just like everyone says goodbye, Macaria has not gone anywhere. She has remained here in the Falls, the empty, listless, meaningless Falls. Luckily there is plenty of fodder, plenty of water – only bummer is, there’s hardly anyone around wanting to talk, and certainly no one she recognizes anymore, they all left long ago. Ones she thought dear, ones she called family – even her own father, her older brothers, all gone.
Thunderous footfall came up behind her, some hundred feet away, a stallion and a bear approached near where she grazed quietly alone in the warm daylight. She brings her white face up from the ground, the sunlight dancing in yellow ribbons across her snowflake dapples and steel-gray coat. Her tail flicks and twirls just above the ground as she watches the stranger – or, not stranger? She begins to notice his color, his hair’s red tips, she remembers him now from her childhood. Better times, times when her brothers would still visit and her father was still King. Murtagh, his name rang in her mind. She’d never seen his bear before, but then again they were merely foals last their faces met. He was grown now, a few inches (three, to be exact) shorter than her husky size.
“Maybe they’re hiding?”
“No.” her normally lovely chime voice is now melancholy as she calls out, edging closer with slow steps. Once she is a respectable, talkable distance from him she stops. Her golden eyes settling onto the stallion’s face, “Our God left us.” She casts a saddened look from east to west and then back to him, to his bear and then back, “Everyone is gone. This is merely common ground now.” Her tail whips anxiously for a few swaths before falling back down to tremble softly just above the grassy earth. Her head tilts curiously to one side, her black forelock tumbling off of her face, some snagging on the chain dangling at the base of her amber horn. “I remember you…” She manages a weak, but sweet little smile on her pink lips, “I’m Macaria. And you’re…you’re Murtagh, right?” She hopes she pronounces it correctly, offering him a look of hesitation. He’s been the first familiar face in such a long time, but still her heart feels so broken that hope can hardly touch it these days. Even still a small bit of brightness returns to her wet almond eyes, hopeful for what she isn’t quite sure. None the less she can feel something twinge in her little heart. Something that feels much better than the awfulness she’s been used to lately.
04-10-2017, 09:21 PM (This post was last modified: 04-10-2017, 09:22 PM by Ktulu.)
Ktulu had not been back to the Falls since the Earth God had taken their home away from them, not that it truly matter to her anyway. The only thing she saw when she looked around at the rolling hills and the waterfalls was pain. She saw the echo of Hototo's life, of Lakota's, and Murtagh. It was like a dagger in her heart, twisting and twisting, shredding until there was nothing left of it. She'd rather be anywhere else in the world and yet there she was, torturing herself with memories of a time that were so much happier.
Eytan tried his best to cheer his bonded up, but there was little that he could say or do that would elicit any kind of smile from Ktulu -- not that she had been one that usually smiled even when things were going well. Still, her pain was his pain and he thought that they'd had both suffered enough. He was sure that there was something he could to help ... he just didn't know what and it frustrated him. So while Ktulu grazed listlessly he wandered away in search of something, anything, that would put the spark of life back into his bonded's eyes.
And then, as if the gods were blessing him, he found Murtagh and Macaria.
The grizzly bellowed in excitement as he ran toward toward Murtagh -- Mama's coming all while shouting Murtagh's name through his mental bond with Ktulu. If that didn't get her attention and make her come running he didn't have any clue as to what would. He stopped just before he ran into Murtagh's legs, but he poked his muzzle at him, then at the bear next to him, then turned to give Macaria the same treatment, because any child of Archibald's was family.
Eytan's shouting was enough to make Ktulu follow in the direction that he had wandered off in, though she didn't truly believe that the bear had found Murtagh. The boy had been gone for so long she'd begun to think that he had died even before Lakota. And yet as she crested the hill she could see him standing there with his own companion, and Eytan, and Macaria. She drifted forward, as if her body were on autopilot, and before she knew it she was only a few feet away from him. Her crimson gaze drifted from him, to the bears, then to Macaria, and back to Murtagh. "Murtagh..."
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