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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.
A crack of thunder splits the night air. My coat is soaked and my mane and tail hang down uncaring,sticking to me. Rain still beats down hard though and it doesn't look like its about to stop. Suddenly a flash of lightning strikes the path in front of me and in a split second whilst another rumble of thunder rolls sounds above I am at a quick gallop darting though the trees. My ears are pinned firmly back with my heart beating against my chest. Snorting I halt,having come quiet far from the center of the storm,it was still overhead though,just not as dense as before. Trees twist and bend,wrapping branches round each other as I trudge though shallow mud.
This land is so different to the yards of fences I am used to. It is free,with almost no boundaries for miles around,not that I can see anyway. I shiver slightly,the thoughts of race life swelling my mind. It had been bad enough being forced to race as a adult but no,my 'owners' decided to race me younger. So may whips had cut into my skin on my rump and shoulders but since then, everything had changed so fast. I had been sold to a girl and boy. The boy tormented me,the girl loved me,a storm came,I ran,Bobs your uncle and i'm here! Storms just seem to ruin everything.
Now soaked with no where to go I raise my head up and call out,just as a burst of sun light peaks. Bit late for that.
With fire to keep us warm & tools we made from rocks and bones </style>
Gaucho had been running.
His dark bay sides were lathered with sweat, despite the rain falling down around him. He had just come from battling a mare called Aryel, and his body ached from the strain of fighting with her in the mud, and the numerous times his shoulders had impacted her. His big body felt stiff and tired, yet the thrill of the victory was more than enough to keep him going. At a massive 17.2hh, Gaucho covered the ground quickly and easily. His muscular and athletic body moving gracefully as he let his muscles stretch. His pitch black mane and tail clumped together, as if braided into dreadlocks; knotted from the fight, and matted by the rain. Regardless of the moisture coming from the air, or from his body, the odd tribal markings on his flanks, hip, and left eye did not diminish, even though they appeared to be war-paint. Even though Gaucho was a pegasus, with a pair of large black wings with deep red feathers, he still appeared to have some sort of horn affixed to his brow. Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that it is in fact a pair of elk antlers, with a dream catcher woven in between. How odd. There was also a bone piercing his nose - that was odd too.
As the Tallsun-sun began to poke through the stormy clouds, Gaucho slowed realizing that he had nearly run all the way to the threshold. Spreading his wings, the brute readied himself for the flight back to the Throat, wanting to give his muscles a rest, until a piercing sound caused him to pause. Snorting, he turned his large head towards the sound, steely blue gaze narrowed. Picking up a rather elegant trot for such a primitive looking creature, Gaucho moved swiftly towards Kovu. Nearing the gray stallion, Gaucho grunted, eyeing the slender stallion suspiciously. Although he was several inches taller than the stallion, Gaucho never the less raised his wings far out to the side, increasing his perceived size. His primal mind did not like the idea of being beaconed by anyone, but perhaps this stallion wanted a place in the Throat...?
"I am Gaucho." He said flatly, his voice deep and resonant, though sounding as though speaking was not something he did often. "Who are you? Why you here?" He demanded, raising a hoof the size of a dinner plate, and slamming it into the thick mud.
Golden eyes flicker up as a bay trots over with flowing movements. Wings puff out slightly at his sides despite him being taller then myself,a straight bone pokes though his nose two. ouch. as well at antlers attached to his head with a dream catcher wrapped tightly between them. I wonder where he was from? And if he was part of a herd? My mind was swamped with curious questions I wanted to ask him but I choose not to. Who are you? Why you here? A hoof slams down on the wet ground. Snorting in reaction I shake my head down,chucking it back up and turning my ears back slightly.
I was used to those with two legs slamming there own feet on the hard solid ground that clipped clopped when my hoofs landed with even the lightest of touches. The noises here though were so different and I think it was partly because the metal curved shapes that had been clamped to my hoofs had fallen of. And was I glad. It felt so unnatural thinking of having the heavy weights now that I was used to being able to lift my legs freely without the slight drag. My muzzle is raised in the air sightly in a defensive way for I was not to sure about the stallion. "I am Kovu. And I am looking for a home."My weary eye travels over the stallion.
With fire to keep us warm & tools we made from rocks and bones </style>
Gaucho knew that he was an intimidating figure - although it was not with any arrogance or ego that he knew this. It was simply a fact, based on nothing more than the genetics he was blessed with. For a hanoverian, he was about as large as they came, and was made even more formidable by the recent addition of the antlers fixed on his brow. He grunted as the smaller stallion pinned his ears slightly. Good. He thought impatiently - at least this stallion was no idea. There were those who because of their own ego's, were terribly intimidated by Gaucho to the point they tried to best him with words, or would puff up their own chests at him. It was laughable, especially when he could crush them so easily.
His steely gaze washed over the stallion as his ears bobbed slightly with his words. Kovu? The formation of the word sounded harsh on his tongue, as he mentally tried to replicate the name. Gaucho was not great with words to begin with, and foreign ones caused him the most difficulty. Snorting in response, Gaucho looked off far into the distance, where the rugged formation of the cliffs of the Throat could be seen. "You come with Gaucho. To Dragon's Throat." Pausing, feeling as though the stallion might be expecting more of a sales pitch, he frowned slightly. "Throat is warm. Throat is strong. Lots of mares."
He folded his great black wings to his side as he waited to hear the stallion's response. He was not a pegasus, and thus they would have to walk together to the Throat, unless perhaps he was a fast runner...?Although Gaucho had run nearly the whole way here, there was still plenty more gas in his tank, if need be.
The bay stallion had not the best of speech and spoke rather like a young foal. Not that I would comment though. Anyway,he was a decent guy, intimidating,but decent; as far as I knew him anyway. Throat is warm. Throat is strong. Lots of mares. Lots..of..wah? Mares.. I uncomfortably shift my stance,knowing that I was more into stallions then mares,not that I was totally gay...Things have become,a whole lot more awkward. To sort of,make it less awkward,I look in the direction he had been looking at and in the distance cliffs hung as if they were coated in gold. I look back to him a somewhat awkward smile on my maw. True it sounded interesting,but after his last comment I felt awkward about going there. But hey ho,I suppose it is a home.
"Sure,I will come."The awkward smile on my maw turns to awkward words as I turn my body slightly in the direction I was looking in,guessing that was the way to go but I wait for him to lead as I watch over his bay body to see strange paint markings. Sun rays round the eye and a..Human hand? Most around here won't have seen a hand of a human before but I had and I never wanted to see one again. This marking on him only made me more weary of the stallion. He was so much larger,and older,then me. My ears aren't back now though they are still turned back,the occasional quick flick forward happened,but apart from that,my stance was one showing how uncomfortable I was about his mares comment.
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