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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.
The days were sweltering so the dapple grey moved at night. Bi-colored eyes roved over the trees entering Helovia as she moved slowly. At some points, where the trees were close together, she had to turn her head to the side. Her horns had grown out to magnificently and tended to get caught on the bark and cut the trees. Her body was thick and muscular, not quite manly. She was a force to be reckoned with now that she was older. Her eyes clouded as nostalgia took over. Helovia was the last place she had seen her brother, lover, and son. She had been to young to have a baby, but she had. When we was old enough to care for himself, she had left him in the Basin. Her mind had been stuck on finding her twin brother; Adelric. She had been gone for two years trying to hunt her bay brother down. A sigh lifted her shoulders, 'Fuck you Helovia...'
There had been nothing left for her out in the other lands, that was the only reason she found herself back here. Maybe she could find Tiberius and Caleb. She wanted to apologize to both of them for running out. Of course the only one she wanted to forgive her was her son. Caleb was just some fun she had once upon a time. Her son would always be in her heart. 'By now he could have left. Hell he would be about two years old.'
Her attention turned back to the forest as she neared the end of the Threshold. Her head lifted and sides swelled as she inhaled deeply. With a deep bellowing cry she tried to attract others to her location. She was ready to go home, back to the Aurora Basin and find out what had become of her bay son. Now she would wait, ears swiveling slowly. The mare wasn't afraid of anything. She had come across all manner of creatures that had wanted to beat her down and devour her. She could take whatever came after her, if something was dumb enough to try that is.
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Tags|OOC;; Anyone that knew her is welcome! <3
The soul that lives within my chest
Just won't allow me to turn out like the rest
The curly-haired gelding, cloaked in a vibrant cloak of mithril tread softly through the undergrowth. While his steps were short, his breathing grew faster, angrier, as a fierce pain and pining for food took over all feeling and thinking. He had to eat; he had to drink. Already he was dehydrated, his skin stretched over his ribs and face showing unfortunate signs of age that generally would not had he been well fed.
In truth, he had found it much easier to hunt in his new home of the basin - it was just that he now felt a thousand times more concious of being caught in the act of tackling down an elk like a lion and drinking it's blood than he had at the Edge. Their good opinion was lost, and lost forever. The people of the basin, however, were a much different story.
So as he crossed a creek, weary toes treading aimlessly along a well-worn path, Toulouse cause sight of a burrowing rabbit; one who until now would have no reason to fear an equine such as he. His kill was a quick, perhaps painless, chomp to the buck's head. And thus began his feast.
SNAP!
A branch near by cried out under the weight of another. toulouse's head keeled upwards from his meal, and once again he rushed backwards to the creek he had crossed momentarily to wash the ghastly amounts of blood from his face. A quick splash and slosh around was all it took to remove it, then a rub on the grass below.
Peering curiously through the trees, sighing with relief once he was certain he had not been discovered, Toulouse observed a curious looking mare. She owned an impressive set of horns and a daring stone-coloured pelt - it would be a crime not to introduce himself.
Striding forth, the phantom brothe past the tree line and spoke a gentle, quiet "Good evening" to the doe.
She stood silently waiting for someone to appear. After a couple minutes someone did just that. Ears swiveled back to catch a male voice, and nostrils dilated to draw in the scent of ice and cold. Unconcerned she turned to face him yellow and green eyes looking him over. She eyes his girly appearance and almost scoffs at him. If he hadn't held the scent of the north she probably would have. He had a silk scarf billowing around his slender form. He was taller and thinner than her draft mutt body. She watched his golden and white pelt shimmer in the moonlight. Some girls might swoon over him, but not this warrior. She wanted someone to rival her size and give her strong offspring.
Her lips tilted up flirting the line between smile and smirk as she gathered her rarely used voice. "Hello, are you from the Basin? You carry the scent of the North, and I wish to return there." Her sharp eyes watched his face searching for a sign she was right, even if he didn't admit it. The dark lady wondered why he was out here to late at night. Did it really matter though? They all had their secrets, much like the icy blue feather tucked in her short mane. "My name is Zünden." She tossed her name out there like it ment nothing. He had not been in her mountainous home when she had dwelt there. His thoughts of her meant nothing, not yet anyway. If he was ranked and said something about her bluntness she would merely say it was because she had been alone so long.
It wasn't a far stretch from the truth; just a white lie. The mare had basically been alone for most of her life. Sure her mother had been around, but she had never felt close to her, and her father had been taken much to soon. Her brother had vanished when they were just foals. Of course she had been in a herd, but it wasn't the same when you weren't sure how to interact "properly." Now she was coming back after two years of only speaking to other travelers when she had to. Now here she was asking to go home. Her mind wondered to the people she had once known. Where some of them still there, or had they wondered off as well?
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Tags|OOC;; @Toulouse No problem! I'm trying to get back into the groove of her xD
The soul that lives within my chest
Just won't allow me to turn out like the rest
Tame and taught, the serpent and the jackal strode further forwards into the clearing that the stone-coloured mare had picked. Boomslang uncoiled from his perch upon his bonded's bone-like horns, rising up like a cobra with his eyes dwindling over the voluptuous woman of draft bone and blood. "The basin?" Toulouse whispered, his snake tongue peaking out from behind his fanges ever so slightly as he spoke "Why would you want to go there?" He teased, lashes fluttering in the slightest as his footsteps took him in a circle around the one who introduced herself as Zünden. He hoped it was clear that he spoke in jest; she was more than welcome to accompany him back to the Basin, though as it's phantom he did wonder if she genuinely was a prior member of his herd. Then again, he couldnt imagine anyone wandering in the threshold would have much reason to lie.
"You will find much has changed in your home since your last visit-" He warned, slipping away through the trees "-but if you still wish to make your home in the basin you may follow me if you like, sister"
@Zünden
If you want to keep this one going hmu but also let me know if you want me to post a join thread in the basin!
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