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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.
The metal crafter was sorely tempted to wallow in his misery until his trembling heart broke and he melted into a puddle of tears that dripped sullenly over the world, an expanding gray cloud. Maybe, if everyone felt his sorrow, they would stop fighting. Everywhere. No more war. It was a thought Argetlam indulged himself in, for much too long he nursed it, before realizing it was unlikely any would care if he melted into tears and how would he exactly melt into tears anyways?
He ached everywhere, he burned everywhere, and he thought he might, at least, crumble into a thousand pieces as he made his agonizingly slow way from Foothills to World's Edge, feeling as if his skin and muscle was rotting away over his bone. Every ten minutes or so, the stallion so desecrated by the battle would stop, chest trembling, spine tingling, eyes half-closing and keening softly to himself in the back of his throat, before he slogged on once more, groaning with the exertion of thick, heavy limbs and a broken heart, a heart savaged by the fine white lady who crowned herself in the Foothills' home, her black sister, a heart torn by their followers. Argetlam was devastated, the small, idle herd had been shredded by the horses there. In fact, he could hardly believe it.
Yet he sought out another home, knowing the moment Ophelia said it that he could not join that herd. He could not serve war or destruction. The metal bender, despite his shaking legs and pains, came hobbling to the herd nearest, praying for shelter and peace once more, somewhere that would tend to his cuts and wounds and care for him, where in return he could continue his crafting. It hurt to leave the massive amounts of metal behind in the mountains, but he had what felt like no choice. He needed to leave.
It was the morning one week after he departed the Foothills that he arrived on the boundaries, the birds singing their sweet songs. So Argetlam waited, leaning heavily against the trees, knowing someone would come in the pale, yellow-washed colors of dawn.
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Crven was still getting accustomed to the new lands that were now her home....strangely enough though she had not encountered a single soul in her ramblings. But there was something on the wind...a tinge of blood and evil that marked a massive battle she had not been forced to witness...And for now knew nothing other than the fact that something seemed ‘off’. Her pale eyes swivelled within their sockets, maneles neck twitching beneath the heat of the overbearing sun. She was yet to even meet her liege.... A troubling thought that left her nervous....what if she stumbled upon him or her? She would have no clue as to the level or respect anyone she encountered should carry. But then again it could not really be her fault could it? As it seemed Thor had other things to do than show the strange new mare about. Not that she could blame him....if he was an integral part of the herd as she thought then these warring times would pull him from her side. Though she did wish she had at least been able to ask about those small wings that sprang proudly from his dark hide.
Small rocks slid beneath her hooves as she moved down a small incline,pausing briefly to let her eyes roam over the beautiful song birds that were oh so plentiful here......But what was that at their feet? A glint of metal, the orange reflection of the morning sun drove her closer. It was rare that she encountered metallic like surfaces....and this was worth exploring. With her small limbs lightly carrying her to the line of trees along the edge of the territory it took little time for her to see why the sun had been reflected so....A stallion of sorts, a large cold blooded beast whom was littered with metal....and wounds. He seemed exhausted, his weight slumping against a tree.....Was he perhaps one of their warriors returning home? She did not know.....But he seemed too injured to cause her any harm. Cautiously she stepped forward, wishing she knew where to find their healers as his wounds grew closer and more horrific at the moment.
It of course did not take long for more to arrive. The bonded pair of Aaron and Alanna had been out for a morning run when Alanna picked up the scent first. It was clear as the new day that was only just beginning. Someone else from the Foothills had arrived.... But from the smell of him, he had not gotten medical attention after the massacre. The smell of blood, Alanna had picked up on that before the scent of the Foothills. Quickly Aaron changed direction heading for the source of the smell.
Brown eyes filled with concern took in the beaten frame of Argetlam. The dappled gray had clearly been one of the few who had fought, and lost, against the Grey. Alanna go get Torasin, Smoke, or any nurse you can find. The garnet and ivory pup whined softly in protest but one look from her bonded said different. Quickly the young pup departed to find anyone who could help heal. In the mean time Aaron took in the mare who had arrived before him. She seemed at home and clearly wanted to help. "Argetlam." Aaron spoke at last. The sight of his former apprentice... or well helper of sorts renewed the anger he had for the Grey. What kind of family had Phi made hat would injure another this badly... In his mind Alanna growled at the name. She hated the pain the ivory mare brought to her bonded. "I've sent for help, The Moon Doctor or a Nurse should be here soon." Secretly he did wonder if his mother would arrive as well, seeing as she had Torasin clearly had something going on now...
"something to say"
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