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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.
05-01-2017, 11:18 PM (This post was last modified: 05-01-2017, 11:20 PM by Mortuus Nox.)
Mortuus Nox
His demonic skull twisted and turned to see a figure walking towards him. She was angelic with heavy wings at her side, and her long mane and tail swept along the ground. Gray, cold eyes froze upon the figure until he was finally to place a name with the face. Weaver, the girl who was so captivated with poisons and hallucinogenics. Her perfect form swayed and floated next to the beats side. She was everything he was not. Most ladies in the Basin were like that. Well, almost everyone he met was like that. He was so different than so many that called Helovia their home. Most came from rich families that called themselves queens and kings. He was not from anything along the lines of that. He was born into the satanic ways; he was not pure or good in any way, shape, or form. Nox was a beast, a monster, a demon, a king of Hell. His heart was black and empty; he felt no emotions of empathy for others. How do you explain that? How do you get someone to understand the void of emotions that he felt? You DON'T. That was the thing about him. The beast was empty and just a walking shell. Tiamat slightly understood this trait of his, but she did not REALLY understand it.
His eyes looked back into the paint mares. They were dead and hazed over like a corpse eyes would be. Coldness filled every inch of them as blood dripped from his face. Rain diluted the crimson substance and blended across his body. Light red drops fell from every inch of his blackened pelt. Curved demon horns raised from their lowered position to look across the spring. “My dear Weaver there is no such thing as a stupid question. .” He almost half smiled, but there was no warmth within the curves of his lips. “I am fine if that is what you would like to call it. I would not say I am okay. Please do not worry about these scars. The bleeding will stop eventually as long as the storms clear.” Moving his heavy neck the beast turned to look at the woman. His blackened mane twisted and tangled with drops of rain and blood.
Slowly his cracked hooves moved and turned his heavly muscled body. Turning away from the steaming body of water, the beast looked towards his cave. It flickered with a flame of light deep within. Gray, cold eyes looked back towards the woman as thunder roared through the mountains. Lighting struck the peak of one of the mountains with vicious cries of light and electricity. Flames roared from the dead tree, and smoke started to cloud the air above it. The rain pounded against his bleeding pelt stinging the open wounds. “Would you like to come with me to my cave. We should not be staying out here too long.” Cracked hooves began to walk towards his home in the rocks and mountain. He moved like a zombie dragging its body across the land. Shoulders tensed and relaxed as his rear legs heaved his heavy body towards home. It did not take long to reach the shelter of his blood stained cave. His blackened, damp body shook the excess rain and blood before, entering and drying off near the fire. Gray eyes looked for the paint mare to see if she would follow.
OOC:: Feel free to have her talk in the cave if you wish, so they aren't in the storm for to log!! :) I am soo happy to finally thread them!! <3