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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.
I'm standing near the frozen arch, waiting, thinking as I sometimes do, and my mind immediately falls back onto the inevitable suspicion that I do not belong.
When I glance over my shoulder, I see the crisp bowl that sits deep between the mountains, and I realize that I'm staring the Basin right in the face. I just kind of stand now, ears flickering, tail swishing, observing the place which I call home. I dig the Basin―even despite my current mental state. When I think of it, I think of strength: a trait I'm finding unanimous among the locals. And then there's me: all drugs and sex and fun. I squint harder at the Basin before me, wondering half-assedly when that common trait will find its way into my genetic makeup.
The way I see it, I've got plenty of time.
Until then, I'm going to keep doing whatever. Unlike a lot of the Basin folks, I don't really have a specific duty. This, I decide, is a good thing. Call it what you want, but I'm not much of a worker and I'm more than content to relax all day in the spring or around the greenhouse.
But evening is fast approaching, and so I take advantage of the final remnants of sunlight I'm going to get until morning. The nights in the Basin are brisk, and I often jolt awake and wish for warmth. Standing beneath the frozen arch, among the wack-ass Sentinels, I pop a hip out and just tan for a little, closing my eyes in pleasure as the sunlight warms my skin.
They days were slowly growing cooler, whispering of Orangemoon's approach. It had been a long time since the mare had gone through a winter in the Mountains, and she wasn't really looking forward to it. Now that she was grown, it wouldn't be so hardto get out of the Basin when it did really start to snow. She could remember finding a path that lead out of the herd, where the trees sheltered the ground from massive mounds of snow. Now her legs were long enough and thick enough to plow a way out the front grate.
She was used to being alone thanks to her time on the road, but that had been different. Then it had been hard to find others that suited her tastes. Now she was surrounded by horses, she could smell them everywhere, yet she found herself alone most of the time. Her breath huffed from her lunges. Sure she wasn't the most cuddly of beasts, but she wasn't the harshest,or the craziest if she remembered correctly. She could be fun, depending on what you thought was fun. Several things had been tried while she was outside of Helovia. Drinking was one high on her list of pleasures. It loosened her up and made her more like a lady her age should be. 'What I wouldn't give for a drink right now.' She turned her eyes towards the horizon trying to find something to distract her mind.
A figure standing by the sentinels caught her attention. It appeared to be a large mostly black unicorn relaxing in the last of the evenings sun. Her dappled body moved slowly forward. There wasn't any need to hurry, it didn't look like they were going anywhere soon. As she drew closer the figure turned out to be a rather handsome stallion. His base coat was black, but glimmered with a hunt of purple. His mane and tail were tipped with a pleasing blue color. A smooth, true, smile slipped over her face as she watched him.
Her normally gruff voice was a warm deep purr, "Hello handsome." She halted close to the stallion her eyes slowly moving over his well built body. He was taller than she was, but that was only a bonus. She liked larger males, they lead to strong foals. She cocked her own round hip out enjoying the sun that danced over her varnished grey hide. "Better soak up all the sun you can before Orangemoon sets in." She grinned and watched him her eyes still moving slowly over her body. "The winters here are pretty damn harsh." The information wasn't hard to figure out, hell they lived in the north. It seemed like a good ice breaker though. "I'm Zunden by the way." She tossed her name out like it ment nothing, and to her names didn't mean anything. Parents had to have some way to get their foal's attention, but other than that did it really mean anything? She turned her eyes to his bright purple ones. She wondered how many others out there had dual colored eyes like her own.
05-02-2017, 08:41 PM (This post was last modified: 05-02-2017, 08:44 PM by Rhodoc.)
The weak, golden warmth crawls over my dark coat like a kindness. With Orangemoon's arrival approach comes shorter days, and I savor the fleeting fingers of the sun's touch as it begins to sink below the mountains. The sunsets in the Basin can be nice, too, by the way. Like now, for example. Off in the distance, the sky starts to purple and the underbellies of gathered clouds are painted a fiery orange so delicious looking that I wish I could stick out my tongue and eat it right up. Perhaps if I had Weaver's wings, I would.
So I'm standing there, beneath the frozen arch, thinking about how the sky tastes when a voice startles me from my thoughts. It's coming from behind me, and I turn toward it. It's a voice made of raw honey - the best kind of voice to hear just as the sun goes down - and the deepness of the vocals pretty much beg my attention. The voice calls me handsome, and my ego swells as it should. Setting my ears forward, I turn my head to find a mare, pretty enough, with a dappled coat of ash and snow and an intriguing two-toned gaze. Balancing on top of her head is a set of low-hanging horns. "Were you looking at my butt?" I ask, mirror the stranger's smirk after a moment. After all, I was just standing here, admiring the sunset or whatever, and I do know that it happens to be very nicely toned.
I watch, delighted to share the sunlight with company, as she juts her own hip out to enjoy the last bits of warmth the evening has to offer. The sun plays patterns over her dappled skin, making the lighter parts iridescent and somewhat ghostly. I turn my face back to the sun, closing my eyes again. "Ah, winter. I keep hearing that it's a real bitch here." It's all anybody can talk about. And I can see why. "Where I'm from, it snows, like, once or twice tops during Frostfall."
She tosses a name at me now, and I store it into my head. I've been meeting a shitload of people in the Basin recently, and all their faces are starting to blur together. Fortunately, nobody quite looks like Zunden here, so I doubt I'll have a hard time keeping it straight. "I'm Rhodoc," I say back, wish a swish of my leonine tail. I open my eyes against the sunlight and turn my face toward her. "I don't think I've seen you in the Basin. Tell me, what kind of things do you do for fun around here? Y'know, besides freezing your ass off." Because I'm always looking for ideas.
05-23-2017, 12:18 AM (This post was last modified: 05-31-2017, 04:22 AM by Zünden.)
Zünden
Yellow and green eyes slipped over the handsome dark colored stallion as he stood lazily under the arch. Then he turned and asked a hilarious question drawing a hearty laugh from the mare. "So what if I was? It's quite muscular." She winked playfully as she drew to a stop beside him. His eyes flit over her and she wishes that she was more feminine,that her hair grew in thick locks like the other mare's. Instead she had been cursed with her father's thin mane and tail. She swallowed the sigh that threatened to puff from her mouth. 'Oh well, he doesn't seem to mind much.' He didn't call her out on it or stare at her mostly bare neck. "You know, looking at someone's butt isn't always a bad thing." She smirked teasingly at the attractive man.
Her ears pricked forward to catch his words about the winter. "Well, brace yourself for snowmageddon." A soft chuckle rippled from her lips as ogled him openly. Some men hated it, while others lapped it up like horny kittens. "You know, just because winter sucks, doesn't mean you have to be cold. Her yellow eye winked suggestively careful to look at his face and try to catch his reaction. It would be great if he agreed, maybe they could practice sooner rather than later. She had always hated the winters here in the Basin, seeing as she was always cold and lonely.
His name is strange as she rolls it around her mind before storing it away. Names and titles had never been hard for the dual horned mare to remember. It would be hard to get anywhere in life without that trait. If you couldn't remember your superiors you might slip up and say the truth about them. She smiled at the dark hued man as he opened his eyes enjoying how beautiful they really were. "I was actually raised here, then left for a bit. I'm not the best at socializing." She wondered how he would take that tidbit. "Well, I usually don't stay in the basin to be honest, there is a lot to do in all of Helovia. Strangers everywhere wanting to spar, nothing like kicking someone's ass." She laughed softly, "When I was traveling I discovered how much fun fermented apples could be." She smirked as she remembered eating them one time and waking up unable to remember anything besides have a few of the bitter apples. "Maybe would could find some together some time." She winked again and chuckled softly her thin tail swaying behind her.
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