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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 boy discovers his magic very early on in life.
He is playing around, as colts are wont to do, exploring his own body and the world he's found himself in. It is not a nice world - Mbwana is astute enough to realise that things have transpired before his birth that makes his very existence rather inconsequential. He is under no illusions of his own importance, so he spends most of his time alone, enjoying his own company.
When he reaches through his mind and discovers an odd nub of something dark, he delves gleefully into it. Pain wracks his body, ripping through him and taking him quite by surprise; he screams, a foal's high-pitched yowl that turns suddenly into a savage growl as his muzzle lengthens and fills itself with razor-sharp teeth. He feels his young bones breaking, his body shrinking, and by the time the abject torture has subsided, he doesn't feel like him any more. He wants to cry for his mother, his sister, his father, but knows they probably have far better things to do than attend to him. Instead he takes a tentative step forwards, glancing down to see paws rather than hooves beneath him. His eyes feel sharper, his nose keener; when he breaks into a run, he feels so agile and powerful that he could surely lope for days. The massive ears on his head detect every sound, even the wingbeats of a gnat that buzzes overhead.
He loves it. Power ripples through the tri-toned body that he now calls his own, and he unleashes a savage series of barks that is quite at odds with the usual childish whinnies and neighs he makes as a foal. The dog-boy begins to run, feeling the raw strength of his new form as it propels him across the landscape; he can smell a familiar scent in the distance and his newfound instincts tell him to head towards it, so he does.
To his surprise, there's a small pack of dogs that look identical to him, albeit adults. A quick sniff of the air tells him there's five; three males and two females, with one of each gender being dominant over the others. Young pups nip at their mother's paws as she leans down to let them suckle, however Mbwana's attention is snatched by a pale ovoid shape that the bitch seems to be guarding. He edges closer, automatically adopting a low, submissive posture with his tail held between his legs and his eyes studiously avoiding contact with the dominant pair. He's almost reached the egg when the alpha male notices him; the big dog shoots towards him, yipping and snarling, and soon he's surrounded by the rest of the pack. Mbwana pins himself to the floor in a vain attempt to deter the dogs from him, but it doesn't work; he's an intruder, and he isn't welcome.
Quickly he grabs for the egg, just managing to fit it between his jaws if he stretches them as wide as he possibly can. Then, he runs, faster than he's ever ran before - he can hear and smell the pack on his heels and a frisson of fear floods through him at the idea of being torn apart by his canine brethren, but eventually the dogs give up and turn back to protect their pups. It leaves an exhausted Mbwana to crawl away, his tongue lolling as he collapses onto the floor. From his aching jaws the egg drops, and he passes out into a dead faint.
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He awakens to the sound of cracking, and small snarls and growls. The colt-dog staggers to his feet, his long canine tongue still hanging from his jaws after his exhausting run. The egg is split into two neat halves, and sitting at its centre is a wild dog in miniature; it's a maze of brown, black and white splotches, its eyes bright blue like Mbwana's and its tiny tail wagging as it marches towards the larger dog in front of it. Their eyes meet, and suddenly the colt feels the pup in his head as much as he can see it with his eyes; it's a bizarre sensation that he initially recoils from, before deciding to embrace it as he feels the newborn's vast consciousness against his own.
The pup lunges forwards, biting playfully at Mbwana's paw - it's obviously hungry, and the paw looks like a tasty morsel. Immediately Mbwana bears his teeth, instinct gripping him as he snaps down at the pup with a savage growl, flipping the newborn onto its back then bracing his body above it. "I'm in charge," he snarls, and he thinks it too so it floods into the pup's head through their bond. The newborn bares his own teeth, but it's a wide grin of submission; he - for Mbwana is sure it is a he - curls his tail over his exposed belly and lays still, accepting the larger dog's dominant position.
Feeling rather pleased with himself for his swift demonstration of superiority, the colt releases the pup and steps back to scrutinise him. "You will be Askari," he says, and the pup wags his tail harder. "Warrior."
She has learned to spread out the work of wandering, to wean herself off of the sturdy trees that she so heavily depends on in times of desperation, when her heart is thundering and her body fills with aches she cannot source. Haki will do his best to help her, at her side the instant she begins to feel faint, when their connection flickers at the shudders of her petite heart - he is still a pup, curious and innocent, Safiri is almost envious of his childish ignorance at the fate of their home, he is too small and young to comprehend that there is something stirring in the air, that it lingers over them like some sort of brewing storm, threatening to rain down upon the land and wash it out.
The lamb becomes a drifting nomad, with her home disbanded and her existence at a loss, she swallows up every detail within Helovia before the impending end, she takes her chances and ventures farther than she had dared previously, witnessing the world around her as it blossoms and crumbles before her. She is watching it fall apart, the way pieces are disappearing, fading into the dirt and ruin at the hand of a force she does not know in full, she is witnessing ultimate destruction through a child's point of view, not quite completely grasping the idea that it's all over, but knowing just enough that it's the final chapter. She has been keeping a thin veil between this realization and Haki, desperate to protect him from the crushing knowledge until she thinks he's ready, or until the end finally dawns upon them - whichever comes first.
Today, the pair has stumbled upon a quiet, open meadow filled with dying flowers and whispers of despair, a stiff, brisk breeze tangles through her short ivory mane and dips into the grass at her feet, whisking away dried petals and debris. Safiri enjoys the silence that fills the air around her, drowned out only by the rushing of blood in her ears and the beating of her fragile heart as her and Haki stand side by side looking out across the land, gazing down at the reality crumbling before them.
And there, she sees familiar figures, Haki perking his petite ears and wiggling his tail because he already knows, sticking to Safiri's heels as he pulls at her through the wiring that has them ensnared within one another's lives, bound by souls - he drags her behind him as she trots towards the two pups, Auni in tow on tiny ivory legs. Curious as she stands before them, Haki sniffing from a distance with intrigue rolling through her mind and suddenly she's realizing that one has spoken, that beyond the droning sound of her overworked heart, a voice is being carried by the larger of the pups, bewildered spring green falling to the dominant pup as he speaks. "What are you?"
"Talk."