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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.
12-09-2012, 11:07 PM (This post was last modified: 12-09-2012, 11:08 PM by Prometheus.)
My figure crosses the landbridge with the carriage of a general and the sinking heart of a fallen soldier. I am tired, so tired of this existence that some days, marked only by the sinking of the sun that in my sleepless nights I watch out of boredom, I wish I could be dead for once. I desire little more than to rest my head for the last time.
I have never before considered this life a curse, never before thought of myself as a weakness- a smudge across the beauty of the earth. Because the earth has never before been beautiful, the sky never before so serene. I feel empty in a new way, and you only follow. With naked, pale eyes I look out into the evening sun and wonder if the god that gave me these wings is still there. If he will return, and accept my request.
Accept my request to hide his gift. You sit beside me in silence. You are always silent now. "Return to me God, let us speak of the past," I whisper into the fading light. My wings fold and I wait. It feels like forever, and yet I wait.
[[Prometheus would like for his wings to be able to mend with his flesh so that he may hide them.]]
12-10-2012, 02:20 AM (This post was last modified: 12-11-2012, 12:50 AM by God of the Sun.)
The GOD of the SUN
Burn the whole world down
The sun continued its gradual descent along the horizon, sinking past sight with a green flash of finality. Only then did the Sun God appear before the zombie child; in the moment of that final kiss of light upon the world. He started as a low glow of flame at the foot of his shrine. From its climbing flames he stepped, seeming to grow impossibly large from something so small and insignificant. As his tail crossed the mortal plane, the fire was snuffed out.
"Prometheus," the god greeted with only a fragment of exhaustion. His wings hung limply at his sides and his molten mane seemed nearly in disarray. He'd pulled the sun into the other side this twilight, reveling in the chase with the moon.
"You've come so soon. Need some flying lessons?" The Sun smirked, the humor chasing away the fatigue in his golden eyes. There were few mortals that gave him such comic pleasure as this young and misguided immortal.
Perhaps he could become the unofficial son of the Time God, not that he would receive much better guidance than he currently was.
12-10-2012, 04:47 PM (This post was last modified: 12-10-2012, 04:48 PM by Prometheus.)
I speak without hesitation, for there is nothing to hesitate upon. "Lord of the Sun, I have come here to discuss your gift," come the words, fresh from my tattered lips. It seems a pity to call the blessing a curse in the company of lessers, but if I must hide their majesty before the eyes of ignorant fellows, I will. The wings were meant to let me soar and advance, not to hinder me in such a manner as this.
You seem pleased to see the God of the Sun once more, and your purr is audible even above the faint crackling of the fire emanating from your coat. The ancient and atrophied muscles strung across my lips try to tug and squeeze, but I cannot smile. The news is grave, and speaking of it to this god is a risk I am not eager to take. If there are any that can take me out of this world, they are the gods. "Not all I meet are keen on my wings; I ask only that I might be able to meld them to my own flesh as a manner of keeping them from undeserving eyes. I understand and accept any task you set before me, I am willing to endure any pain- I simply cannot let this gift become a hindrance." My dead eyes scan the veins and the sky above impatiently; the stub of my hindquarters clenches as if a tail still rests there. Only you stay calm, burning as your own torch, gentle and patient. I envy you, to an extent. I miss you and your mind more, however. More than anything else.
The undead was as impatient as ever, quickly ruining the Sun's fun. It must have been only an eye blink ago that this greedy horse had just been on his steps, yet here he was again, not even willing to banter. Irritation set the flames among the god's wings burning brighter, his emotions skipping as easily as fire in the breeze. Only the genuine yowl of pleasure from the cat distracted the god enough from toying with the idea of setting Prometheus aflame.
No, no, the Sun God thought, golden eyes vacantly watching the churn of the flames on the tiger while Prometheus continued to explain himself for some inexplicable reason. The god had no interest in why Prometheus was here, the fact of the matter is that he was here; perhaps guilt gave the boy his free lips.
Irrelevant, all of it.
"You must take the wings from a living pegasus this time." The god smirked, well aware that no amount of flesh was needed, dead or not, to hide those wings. He only wanted to see the stallion do it. Yet bringing suffering and pain was no hard feat for this child of the netherworld. It would be far too simple and the Sun wished him to be reminded of patience and gratitude for the divine gifts he received. "One thing though, they must be willingly given to you."
12-11-2012, 04:46 PM (This post was last modified: 12-11-2012, 04:47 PM by Prometheus.)
He is swift and impatient, but I do not mind. His short temper is nothing new; I have known it since I was born into this life, and it has become like mother's milk. The gods are the closest I have to parents- temperamental, all powerful parents. My eyes follow the path of his anger, watch with disinterest as his flames billow and grow.
But his words are what bring me to fully understand the situation. Neither of us share affection for the other, this is no conversation between like souls. He grants us a task that will bring us only pleasure. It has been quite some time since our last hunt, and there is nothing like the sound of ripping flesh. Your eyes glimmer as the god speaks of our next venture, and instinctively you rise to stand. I nod and turn, my acceptance of his orders tacit and clear.
Simple. This will all be so, so simple.
[[I'm assuming the victim will not have their wings returned to them?]]