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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.
07-09-2017, 11:45 AM (This post was last modified: 07-09-2017, 11:46 AM by Cassius.)
CASSIUS❃
Perhaps the stallion’s heart truly wished for stability and safety. That this home would be the last home, and there would only be its unceasing beauty to discover and learn, as he grew old. But rumors of the gods leaving came with a foreboding warning. It seemed as if, this world – tied to the magics the gods themselves provided, would inevitably shrivel and fade in time.
He didn’t want to look too close into the details; into the possibility of the greater dangers, or the impending removal of their livelihood burning on the horizon.
Cassius removed such thoughts with the events prior blooming against his chest. The warmth that overwhelmed him with something new and tangible, that had him shyly smiling at the edges of his lips instead.
With the sun blotted by various cloud cover, and the steady brush of wind as it shuffled and tossed the spry grasses, Cassius wadded carefully in a small brook. Lost to the simple noises surrounding him, and the bright, and fresh memories dancing in his head.
The scarred mare had never experienced anything like this in all the time she'd walked this earth. Despite being her age, she had never actually birthed any children, let alone became pregnant in the first place. Her innocence was lost most recently, within the last couple of seasons. It ignited a fire in her, and when she met Cassius, she felt the fire grow. And when they had danced, she was easily the happiest she had been since her move to the Basin. Though it seemed the world was ending now just as she was sure she was bringing life into it. Her sides were swollen, her already sore joints were excruciating.
But still, she had ended up at the meadow, face to face with the man that had made her the happiest she could be. One she didn't have to tiptoe around, one where she could be herself and he didn't judge her. It was relieving, a release among the pain and stress she has endured over the decade of her life. So she approached slowly, a soft smile cresting her dark red lined lips as she made her way toward him. “Cassius!” She called out to him to make her presence known before her blood tinged hooves reached the water's edge.
After a moment of silence as she tried to think of what to say, she let her glassy gaze look up to him in an effort to catch his gaze. “I… think I'm pregnant.” She finally said, her ears wavering in uncertainty of how he would take the news. She hoped it would go well, but with the way the world was going now she couldn't be too sure.
"Talk."
kidnap me from my reality and crushed pieces in my soul,
color me outside the lines until my shattered heart is whole —
He catches her form quickly. And quite suddenly notices the width of her sides, and the weight that appears to slow her steps. Cassius blinks in surprise. The thought of having created something (soon to be something) brought on an overwhelming wave of emotions. Fears and hopes, dreams and expectations that leave a dizzying after bite, blinding, and bright against his mind.
“Glasgow,” he murmurs against the wind.
The silence is hardly noticed. He’s lost in her gaze, holding on to the flame that carried them together on that night. Entwined, and embraced to forget what troubles held them, and finding freedom in the whimsical essence of it all. He thinks then, perhaps, that they could do this together. That this unimaginable feat of rearing a child, would be feasible.
It takes longer than it should for his smile to brighten into his honeyed eyes. And for the creases of those eyes to well with an unfamiliar wetness, charging to roll down his cheeks with innocent, hopeful joy.
“You’re pregnant!” A honeyed laugh escapes him. The stallion crosses the threshold of the water. And gently nudges his muzzle upon her cheek with a steady sigh.
“Everything is going to be okay.” He says this to calm himself, to embody confidence when there is very little to go around. When the world reeks of uncertainty and impending doom. But she remains, there, beside him. Alive and breathing, warm and swelling with life.
He will cherish it, as he sees fit. He will breathe her smell and only think of bliss, her steady heart and her unyielding wisdom. And how perfect she is as the world around them rots into oblivion.