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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.
No matter what we breed, we are still made of greed This is my kindom come, this is my kindom come
Like an approaching storm, the thunder seemed to roll in with the pounding of hooves upon the dunes. Fear wrought her with confusion before her legs seemed to steal her against the sight of their advance. It was as if the rain had begun to fall slowly and each member of the grey seemed to unfold from themselves. Her eyes widened in horror before instinct seemed to proffer another solution. Her haunches gathered beneath her before her mind could register anything other than the everlasting pain of what lie before her. A strangled cry broke free of her chest before she launched herself forward into the fray. Her eyes searched for meaning behind the chaos and when it finally came, it came in the form of a very large draft and his dog. Rage welled up in her heart at his choice of opponent before another shrieking cry was carried to the heavens. She had accepted his challenge.
Long legs stretched before him as she sized up her opponent. He was not as quick as she due to his massive size and she planned to use that to her advantage. But as she thought about it her mind seemed to waver and she wasn’t sure if it was because fear was immobilizing her or if that snarling bitch was the cause of it. The sight of them seemed to slide by in pictures, flashing before her before returning to the darkness of her mind. Her legs seemed to quiver beneath her as ARCHIBALD gained ground but it was as if she had forgotten their use, forgotten everything that made her purpose worthwhile. The moment seemed to drag on forever before her conscious finally seemed to comply with her determination. She was hazy and a bit dizzy but there was nothing she could do to prevent the draft from reaching her in a series of massive strides.
Anticipating ARCHIBALD’S blow, Ailith moved to the left as quickly as her heavy mind would allow. He was able to knock the breath from her lungs as he blew into the point of her right shoulder but it also allowed for her to be pushed back and away from his eager strike to her cannon. However, his teeth had found victory where his hooves had not. Perched upon her withers, his incisors split the tender skin which made her howl in anger and pain. She did not wait for his release before reaching out to inflict an attack of her own. Bared teeth sought the tender flesh on the underside of his neck like a parched throat sought the rain. She used her haunches to launch herself into the bite before bounding down his left side whereupon she skewered another viscous attack with her teeth upon his left, hind flank.
She knew that her life hung in the balance and while she was unsure how long he would remain behind her, she gathered herself once more to send a powerful kick to his back end. Her hooves sought purchase more than her lungs desired air and she knew that behind each blow received and given that she was fighting for her life and her home. There was nothing that would stop her from giving it her all. Once she was on her feet again she bounded away from ARCHIBALD, clearly taking advantage of her form. Like a dancer she was light and lithe, her hooves entirely too familiar with the ground upon which she fought.
Her mind began to pound with the aftermath of magic and her gaze seemed to glaze over with the effort of her extreme focus. It was so unlike her to feel at a disadvantage but at this point in time there was nothing she could do in order to change her current situation. The warm sensation of blood upon her withers seemed to extend downward now as the rushing persisted making her hide slick with the crimson substance. Her adrenaline high was beginning to wear and while there wasn’t much she could do, she realized that she would have to rely more on logic now than ever. Her momentary burst of power had faded but she knew that her hooves, if firmly placed, would hold true to her cause. Wheeling back to face him she waited for his next attack because with his clear advantage she would have to be on her toes. She could not avoid magic and she had no companion to entertain his own, so she had to rely on sheer will power to get her by. This was only the beginning of the storm and she knew that the rain would fall in sheets of rage.
[WORD COUNT: 784 | ATTACKING: Archibald | DEFENSE: Leaning to the left in order to avoid the full blow of his aimed hit near the sternum. | SUMMARY: Using ARCHIBALD’S momentum to throw herself back and away from him, she avoid the blow to her cannon. Though she takes the bite to her right wither but uses the time to bite at the underside of his neck. She then shoots down his left side and bites at his flank before moving completely behind him to attempt to buck. She then moves away and turns back around to face him.]
OOC| Er, Time you’re a butthead. This is the second spar I’ve ever written so… just ask me if something doesn’t make sense. I also wanted to point out that it’s not actually raining; I was just using it as a metaphor for the fight. XD
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Invasion Round One :: Cluster Four
