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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 excited cry rose through the dust and the sun of the desert land where shadows grew long and dark. In the cloudless skies where birds flew like fish, one in particular had the stallion's attention.
Its feathers were a smoky blue-grey that ruffled in the currents of the wind. Its wings bore the waves of the sky with an elegance its prey could never hope to match. An orange beak cut a path in the unseen resistance, its body dropping like a stone - plummeting, plummeting, plummeting...
Orange talons reached out suddenly and wings begged the body not to die today as they billowed at its side. The shadow grew suddenly large then shrunk to nothing. A veil of sand choked all vision, but the scream of the dying rabbit told the finality of the scene.
Coris grinned.
The storm washed body of the unicorn approached the bird and its catch with a jaunty gait that set all his leather ornaments flopping about his body. He had somewhat a limp still, but whether it was healing more or he ignored the pain in his excitement it was less pronounced today.
"A fine catch," his words stroked the falcon with praise, such was the weight of their glee and warmth. The falcon stepped to the side as Coris neared, one talon still wrapped around the throat of the rabbit which occasionally gave a residual jerk. Coris' head dropped, his horn glancing past Venati who gave an annoyed click of his beak - Coris was often careless when he got excited.
The unicorn paid the raptor no heed, so enraptured was he with this newest canvas. Coris set to inspecting it with the highest of scrutiny, practically glancing at every fiber of hair that coated the unfortunate creature. He noted with great pride that Venati's grip had not punctured the delicate flesh of the rabbit's throat while he choked it out. The force of impact had smashed its face in somewhat which was unfortunate, but there was minimal blood at least. "Fine work indeed," he exclaimed at long last, withdrawing his muzzle.
Venati replied with a screech that seemed to suggest nothing less should have been expected, to which Coris tossed him a knowing grin. The bird set to work then skinning the animal, as he'd learned from the careful instruction of Coris in their seasons together. It was quick work and soon enough the sheet of hide was removed. Coris took it gingerly upon his horn, the tip slipping into the gaping hole that had once framed the left eye. Venati took the raw pink body and fluttered to a nearby tree where he would happily enjoy a full meal for his success. Coris meanwhile moved down towards the oasis to wash his newly acquired pelt.
Saliva was gathering in the corners of his mouth as the anticipation of creating his first leather craft began to overwhelm him. A niggling worm of thought in his mind reminded him he needed to see to the metal wall too, but he brushed that annoyance aside. He had waited a life time for this and he would satisfy his craving for flesh instead of steel for the time being. He could not hope to focus on anything else currently anyway, and he argued, with himself, that since he knew leather work much more intimately he could better piece out the way magic worked by using it. Once he understood, the metal crafting should come easier to him.
Agreeing with himself, head bobbing slightly, Coris knelt down at the Oasis edge and dipped his horn and rabbit into the crisp waters.