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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 doctor had had quite enough of standing on the sidelines, watching life pass him by. Maude had grown up right before his eyes and all he had done was sway in the background, making it harder for her to be happy, and the longer he existed with the mindset that life was something that happened to you, he was a stallion treading through the thickest, most vile waters. How long before he was pulled under? Tilney needed oxygen, he needed clarity. He needed his sons and he needed their safety guaranteed, not questioned or assumed under an incompetent amazonian of a mother with a warped idea of love and family.
Tilney's good opinion once lost was one lost forever.
When the dirt turned to sand, that was when Tilney knew he would be near his boys. The grass had turned from a minty green to the colour of wilted straw, the sand beneath hardly holding it into place as he tread over it.
With enough supplies to last him a number of days, Tilney made his way to a familiar set of caves to make his camp. The twins could be anywhere out here, anywhere at all, and so a central point to make camp would make searching for them all the easier. With Peatree keeping watch fro ma small post above the heart, Tilney lay out his cloak, lantern and herbs in the first room of the caves, the room which would be his accommodation for his week's adventure in the south.
With the moon taking the sun's place overhea,d the stars ruling the sky, Tilney settled into his place over his cloak. Questions filled his mind, wondering if they would even like to come with him, or if they had grown too used to their primal ways. Could they still love him? What did Jude look like? Would they recognise him? Would Maude still love them?
Craning his head downwards beside his lantern, The flaxen stag closed his eyes, the heat of his beloved star warming his face as he drifted off into sleep.
@Byron@Jude
TILNEY HAS COME TO GET THE BOYS !!!!!!
When he had been younger - and that is to say, not so long ago - he had often wandered from the Throat, searching in vain for answers that were not yet his. His little hooves had tapped a familiar rhythm as he wandered, as far and as wide as his strength could allow, but always, always he had returned home empty handed and demoralised. Each trip had taken a teardrop from his soul, and finally he had come to his last care - his last hope, the last little hopeful tear kept safely within the confines of his archaic mind, not to spent. He wasn't searching for anything (anyone) tonight, merely allowing his feet to take him wherever they pleased - for he had other things on his mind. Someone that smelt like spring and freshness, someone that looked upon the world with wonder in her eyes. In his abandonment of hope and his search for knowledge, Jude had forgotten to guard what was left of his despondent heart and in turn, had realised he had more to hope for than he had thought.
A small, unremarkable smile coiled on his lips as he walked, the soft strawberry waves of his hair brushing against his skin familiarly. He had not realised exactly how far he had gotten until the glow of the ever-burning heart cast an orange glow upon his broad nose. Jude studied the heart with interest, though he had been there many times before, multi-coloured eyes struggling in the dimness. His candles were lit, providing a small glow of their own, but he still found the darkness to be tricky. Not for the first time he wished his eyes worked as normal, better than normal even, but he had long come to accept his sight would be faded at night. Instead, the philosophising young colt paid more attention to the loose sand beneath his feet, and to the bright points of light that he knew to be stars -- and perhaps he found himself to be more loyal to those stars than to anyone else in his frightened heart.
The glow and the warmth of the heart beckoned him, but in truth it was the other light that drew the son of Tilney forward into the caves. There was a mysterious orange glow that was cast in the caves, not by the heart nor any wild flame that Jude knew... and so he entered with his curiosity in hand and in heart - never expecting to find the man he had unknowingly missed since the day of his birth. There was no mistaking the man... and even if Tilney had had brown skin and black hair, or any other manner of appearance, Jude felt that he would have known. This was his father. This unassuming man laying comfortably upon his soft cloak, with looks so similar to his own... only older. This was Tilney, of the Worlds Edge. A sense of misery filled his heart until he felt sick, staring down at the mirror image of himself and his brother. What was Tilney doing here? Jude stared down at his father in silence, wishing for the first time that his candles would extinguish in shadow so that he could back away into darkness. Should he say something? Wake the man?
Jude felt the strength of the ancient caverns around them and found his resolve hardening - all he'd wanted for as long as he'd known was for Tilney to come and claim him and Byron, and now he had. That hole in his chest still loomed, though, and too late Jude realised that Tilney was not alone - for a little fruit bat stared up at him with large, silent eyes. There was nothing to do but acknowledge him, so Jude gave a slow, meaningful nod of his handsome head. No longer was Tilney a ghost, a vanished sire, for here he was. He was here.
Sleep came to him with ease. Like an ocean it had broke upon his body, the tide collecting at his hooves and dragging him out into the dark current like a ragdoll. Flexing his ankles and murmuring the faintest of groans, the patriarch radiated naught but exhaustion as he lay there in the tide of slumber, completely unnaware of who approached.
It was Peatree who had made the discovery - he who possessed ever-keen ears had sensed the child's rugged breaths long before he had even come close to the cave.
Bright eyes peered out to the stars, his wings stretched over his ribs as he hung from the stallion's antlers. At first the bat was fearful; fearful of who or what could be approaching, though when the half-sized colt made his appearance, a small whistle of relief left the bat's nostrils.
Still, the bat had no real clue who it was that stood starry eyed looking at them.
'Tilney, up wake!'
The call was heard as a whisper through his sleep, causing the chesntut to grumble and stir, though not quite wake. 'up wake! here baby horse!'
Peatree's voice grew more urgent as the seconds passed, soon the weight of the chiroptera's body lifting from his crown entirely as the creature parachuted downwards to the sandy floor to nudge the stag in the girth.
Tilney, who by now has managed to flutter his lashes and lick his chops, slowy opened his jaws in a wide yawn (and if Peatree hadn't leaped out of the way, would have chomped right down on the poor thing). Carelessly the ginger man peeled his eyes open, tossing his gaze over the well-lit cave. It took only a number of moments for him to notice the pair of dazzled, starry eyes staring at him from the mouth of the grotto.
Tilney could hardly see the creature in the dark, only a pair of precious eyes and the silhouette of gangly limbs and a weedy neck could be seen amongst the stary sky. "Hello?" He cooed, completely unnaware of exactly who it was that stood out there in the night and all the blessings he held. @Jude
EEEEE AAAAAAA