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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.
Archibald moved along carefully, mind cloudy. A couple of days ago he had sparred with Romani, a mare that he promoted to warrior because of the spar, and at that time was getting continual thoughts and emotions from Loretta. Now, however, with the turn of Birdsong and the Sun God being restored he heard nothing. The Dauntless was so confused, and his mood was leaning towards anger. He blamed the Sun God for this, thinking the bastard cursed the horses of Helovia--should not that god have learned his fucking lesson? Archibald's ears lay flat against his head and, if he possessed the same vocal cords as Loretta, he would be growling.
Loretta trailed slowly behind her bonded, ears flat and tail tucked tightly between her back legs. Without the ability to read the draft's thoughts the malamute thought his ears were pinned at her--that his angry body language was her fault. She walked a large distance away to keep from being kicked and she tried to stay out of Archibald's way in everything. When Archibald stopped, Loretta stopped too and lowered her body to the ground. If he turned towards her she would roll over and tip her head back, letting him know she was completely submissive to him and she was sorry for whatever she did to make him stop talking to her. Sometimes she would whine, sometimes she would yip at him and cry loudly out to the sky. She wanted to fix what was broken--she could not stand to live in silence any longer!
Each time Loretta showed her submission or whined a piece of Archibald's heart broke. He knew now what it was like to love and to truly feel heartbreak--something Mandrake had never taught him or cared to teach him. He did not share these feelings with his mother--no, surely not--for she would see them as weakness. Archibald was not weak--he was invincible. He was the Dauntless, Chief of the Windtossed Foothills. No one was stronger than him. Sighing Archibald shook his head, ridding himself of the thoughts. His golden eyes glanced back towards his bitch and she stopped, dropping her body to the ground instantly. Letting out an exasperated breath Archibald looked forward again.
His eyes surveyed the area, taking in the new spring setting of the Thistle Meadow. Last time he had been here Knox had blinded him and Loretta had punished Manhattan. His youngest brother had tried to kill the malamute then, but Archibald stopped him. His eyes fell now on two white figures--one with gold markings and wings, the other a familiar body, Ophelia. However, panic struck his heart and he instantly took off at a full gallop towards the two. Ophelia was not moving at all, even in the presence of the winged one. Archibald's golden eyes narrowed and he tucked his hips in for a sliding stop before he lifted his body up into a mighty rear, muddy white feathers rolling towards the body of the winged one. "Get away from her!" The Dauntless commanded, his voice booming.