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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 young stallion and dragoness made their way through Helovia on their way to the Edge. Astarot smiled softly as Zafir grumbled through their bond. 'Why?' He snorted tossing his massive head playfully. 'Would a race make it more fun for you?' She snorted sending frost billowing away from her. There was no need for her to reply, they both knew the land bound man couldn't keep up. Instead she gripped the plants in her hooves more tightly trying to put him in a bad mood as well. He rolled his eyes and chuckled his mood unshaken. She was just grumpy because he had dragged her out of her nest so early in the morning, but it would pass.
The sun was high in the sky by the time they reached the Edge. His eyes moved over the glass spikes carefully. 'Smart.' He nodded at her words agreeing. Everyone needed some form of protection. He stood in front of the gate placing his herbs on the ground, Zafir placing her's on the pile as well. Her claws emptied she landed on his back scarlet eyes fixed on the gate. He glanced down at the Aloe vera and Yarrow at his hooves satisfied with his offer. Taking a deep breath he lifted his head and bellowed. he was proud of how deep his voice had grown with his age. He could still remember the little squeak he had been born with. Now he sounded much like his ebony father, instead of his wandering mother.
He turned his sapphire and scarlet eyes back to the glass gate a smile perched upon his handsome features. A cold wind stirred his long creamy locks. A shiver ran over his thin pelt. While others of Helovia had been working on growing thick fur for Frost Fall, the desert dweller had no need for such a thick coat. The dampness of the World's Edge didn't help with the chill either. Zafir snorted frosty breath rolling from her muzzle. Even though she had the gift of cold, her scales didn't do much in the way of keeping her warm. She hated the winter with a deep hatred. He glanced back at the proud blue dragon perched on him. 'Try and be nice, please?' Her sharp gaze turned to meet his gentle one wanting to scoff at him. His sweet nature oozed into her salty heart like toxic waste. With a great sigh she nodded, 'Fine.' He smiled and pressed his muzzle against her scaly chest. A purr rumbled from her unable to stay grumpy when he showed affection. Silently they both turned back to the towering gate and spikes.
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Talk
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OOC :: Healers of course but @Amaris would be awesome xD @Sacre @Kiada
adolescence didn't make sense, a little loss of innocence
He has become accustomed to life in the Throat. Each day brings those who he has never met, and those who are becoming his friends. Over all, everyone is easy to get along with, and the herd has a drive that bubbles excitement in his chest. He does carry a tinge of disappointment that he was unable to meet Maren before she left, but he is determined to help keep the Wise ranks strong in her absence.
Gulliver gazed around him. He had wanted to wander a little today, to see more of Helovia. He knew of the herd's quest, and aimed to help collect the wood they need from the wilds. A distant bellow caught his peaks, turning towards the sound. He became curious, and started forward towards whoever called out. His walk advanced into a long trot, the rosary in his mane clinking in his ear.
A familiar form came into sight. The stallion squinted his eyes, realizing the stranger was in fact Astarot. Gulliver called out to the other Throat member, recalling for a moment his meeting with the cream stallion at the party. He slowed, coming to a stop near Astarot. The other stallion was friendly, but Gulliver remembered the grumpy attitude of the frost dragon perched on his back. "Hello, Astarot. Zafir." Gulliver smiled joyfully, his gaze traveling back and forth from his fellow herd member to the glass shards that jutted out from the ground around them.
"This must be the World's Edge. Impressive..." He trailed off, his attention distracted at the massive gate.
Kiada often loved adventuring. Though it wasn’t any normal kind of adventuring, she managed to find the time away from her home to be absolutely full of bliss. And now, her brother had returned to her though he often wandered on his own. All was right in the flame harpy’s mind and heart. However, as she began to approach the gate, to return home with Khairi to the familiar confines of her family that her mother had found, she paused in her step when she heard voices. Dark ears strained forward, capturing the last bit from a painted equine as she remained hidden from view in the ever comforting tree-line. “This must be the World’s Edge. Impressive.” How she wished she could agree.
Khairi had begun to grow impatient, nagging at the bond between the flame-backed girl and himself. The vulture surveyed the three creatures at the gate with a sigh, announcing to her that he hadn’t seen these particular beasts before, so chances were they weren’t members. Though the bird bounded between tree branches, aiming for a better view while being as inconspicuous as he could, though it was hard when you were a vulture completely out of your habitat. Now was as good a time as any to make their appearance.
The mare stepped out from the trees, from behind the two stallions and the one dragon while Khairi flew from the trees to the large metallic gate. He landed on the top, crooning a hello to the equines in his guttural, haunting voice. As Kiada stepped forth, the flames along her spine emitted in deer, a true sign of her curiosity of the business these two held for her home. Offering a dip of her head to all those gathered, she looked to the painted equine with the faintest hint of a smirk. “Yes, it is quite impressive.” She began, lifting her inky head high as her smirk shifted into a grin. “I am Kiada, a nurse here. What is it you seek with the Edge?” She questioned, her formalities strong, hard learned from her father who was King for some time.
Her sapphire gaze danced between the painted equine to the one with the skull-ish marking, wondering which one might speak up first, and whether or not she should conjure her magic and burn them where they stood.
Border patrol was a task that Amaris could never fully relinquish, even if her rank did not demand her to attend such things. She cared too much about her home, about the members within, about the continued success of it all, especially in times when the fate of Helovia was so uncertain. Even if their patron Goddess did not show fear, she had also advised them to use logic, to think past their emotions - Amaris surmised then, that the Goddess was also adept at hiding her emotions, her true feelings on the situation. Maybe the Goddess truly was worried, fearful, about the Kaos situation, and hid it so as not to influence her herd into a wave of fear and hysteria, to let them stand the best chance of devising just how they were going to survive this, whatever this happened to be.
So when the dragonmare wandered along the borders, and came upon three individuals whom she had all met upon three different occasions, she allowed a surprised smile to curl her lips. Dramyrth flew above, and let loose a loud, colourful trill to the gathered below, neither overly welcoming nor hostile in nature, more of an announcement of his presence, his magnificence, his brilliance. He did not land, but watched the happenings from on high, circling above the canopy, prepared to drop down should the occasion call for it.
"Welcome, Astarot, Gulliver," Amaris greeted warmly, her honey tones embracing the gathered. She nodded her tiara to Kiada, not knowing much about the mare except the brief interaction they had in the Labyrinth. "How may we assist you today?" she sought clarification, making the offer with a kind expression, ears pressed forward to capture any responses they might proffer.