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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.
04-26-2017, 06:34 PM (This post was last modified: 04-26-2017, 06:38 PM by Tilney.)
Tilney
Aiya Anor, Elenion Ancalima!
'Why do!? Why here go!?'
The trembling voice passed through his mind from the ghostly shadow in the sky above, his chiroptera companion refusing to fly lower than a very specific altitude for fear of bone monsters or antichrists snatching him from the clouds. 'Edge nicer. No monster at world's edge' 'What about Mauja?' 'Besides Spot, no monster ones at home' 'his name is Mauja, Pea'
A heaving sigh escaped the greyed lips of the doctor. Arguing with Peatree was useless, but perhaps this mission he had allowed himself on would be just as fruitless.
To the marshes he had journeyed in search of new plants or herbs, be it for medicine or poisons, that one might discover in the newly uncovered land. The doctor also intended to carry out a patrol of sorts though, in truth, he really was not well equipped for such a thing. Should they meet with any kind of monster, the kind Peatree was imagining, they surely would both be cold and dead as a nail by the end of the day (as Tilney's fighting skills were far lower than average, despite his late-night, i-hope-no-one's-watching type martial arts dabble here and there).
To add to the pressure of the entire expedition, Tilney was under the guise that there was a fourth and final stone to find in order to complete the temple. He would certainly keep an eye out for it, whatever it was, though truthfully he had no real clue what it was he was looking for. 'how are Tilney a doctor? So unsmart!'
The tirade continued from the sky as the stag made his way over mud and puddles into the marshes, a lump in his throat and radiant eyes affixed on the nothingness of his surroundings.
The voice was warm and rich, the sound that a cello might have, if it spoke in words rather than strings. "A quest from your goddess, is that not correct?"
The earth began to rumble slightly before Tilney, but only in a localized spot. A patch of beautiful black clover began to bubble from the surface, growing and fanning out in intricate patterns. At the centre was a large hunk of onyx. It was unrefined with plenty of sharp edges that reflected the sunlight in prismatic patterns.
"I think this should do nicely" The disembodied voice continued, a smile present in the tones of his words.
The thunderous voice caused the chestnut to skid to a stop, his mane spilling over his face and antlers and billowing into his eyes. Fear, the coldest kind, gripped at his heart and slowly dug in with it's claws, the icy feeling of dread and doubt creeping over the Doctor's sunny flesh like frost. There were a hundred things to say in response, things that ranged from 'yes' to 'begone, demon!' though Tilney would say neither, for he could not speak at all.
As if the stone was already gripped within his mouth the patriarch stood dumbfounded and struck to his core; what would the devil make him do for the stone?
A quest from your goddess, correct?
"Y-" quaking lips, wide eyes, tail flattened against his rump, he still could hardly speak. "Yes" He finally confirmed, allowing his post-like legs to take a pace backwards as the ground began to crumble and sew before him.
Out of the earth came a strangely beautiful patch of ebony clover; the kind that if it was green, he would wish nothing more than to eat it. The fact that it was black only caused his eyes to sparkle with curiosity, shining past the fear ever-so-slightly.
I think this should do nicely.
It had gone previously unnoticed, though was now blindingly obvious. An onyx stone, blacker than night yet glimmering more than a lake. This had to be what the goddess had asked for.
Sheepishly the stag craned his head down, ignoring the squeals of disapproval from his bonded who immediately parachuted down to the ground to stop the man from taking the gem between his teeth. 'NO Tilney! Danger rock! It hurt do you!'
The chiroptera's minuscule fingers gripped the shard, holding onto it with all his might as Tilney lifted it from the ground (bringing the bat with it until he let go in defeat). Taking wing, the bat swooped into place, taking nest upon Tilney's poll and watched their surroundings with wide eyes. "Lets get out of here Pea"
I came and I was calm about it, slinking out from the surrounding disgusting (It wasn’t disgusting just cuz it was a smelly swamp--hell, I’m a smelly swamp--but this was a breeding ground of demons and shadows liked to creep here). I was calm and and composed but I was furious, oh god it was awful to see, but you could only see it in my eyes if you looked at them hard enough. It was easy enough to miss; my white-blue pupils had probably contracted to pinpricks in my sockets as I took in the scene.
I didn’t see the monster, but I heard it, heard its velvet voice that crawled like so many spiders across my hide. I stared at this dude Ti--uh…Tink
Tilney.
Tilney, I watched as Tilney reached forward, grasping a stone that just came from nowhere, almost like it had climbed out of hell by its own damned self. But no, it was the fact that he was actually taking it was what was getting me riled up. Couldn't stop the images of Nyx's broken body laying heavily on my psyche, not here, not so close to where it happened. I couldn't fathom why he'd decided to come here anyway, of all places. And alone, too?? The fuck.
“You really think she’d want that thing to help support her holy playhouse?” I didn’t even try to hide the scorn I felt for running around like the Moon’s lapdog. Ugh I hated it I hated it I hated it but it was the price for keeping close to my family, for loving them within the confines of a spiked, savage wall, and I guess I had to pay it. Don’t mean I had to like it though.
But I did wonder--was this right?. Was this right, right here and now. “I dunno man, that looks like blasphemy in a shitbrick.” Of course, she hadn’t actually said don’t use stones offered by sketchy entities from the middle of the swamp. But I figure that was the kinda thing you just...I dunno...took for granted anyway.
"In ornare vitae leo eu volutpat."
"I like it when you call me Big Poppa."