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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.
[Ink asked Lace to make him a faux amulet in this thread: Hand Dandy Lies.
Lace instructed Ink to find 2 gemstones from Helovia's Heart, so he did in this thread: Goldmining, or something]
I make my way towards Aaron once the meeting has dispersed, even following him if he starts to meander off himself. I know Lace liked to huddle in a particular corpse of trees which he had bent to his will, but to my knowledge Aaron had not that gift, so I wonder where he will call his crafting table.
I have need of his recently given talents, the ones pertaining to glass. Lace has been absent lately it seems, likely shaken up by his close brush with death, who can blame him. Yet I still have need of the glazier, any glazier, to finish the project I started last season.
I had explained it to Lace once - I hope Aaron can just as easily understand.
I shift to stand before the painted youth, dipping my head in silent greeting. I proffer him a small smile in congratulations of his new title. I think he will wear it well.
I drop my head low then, until my nose touches the ground, and deposit two gemstones. One was a brilliant red, the other a gentle blue. I had toiled in digging for them, or really, Kaj had done most of the grunt work, but I had gathered them as Lace requested. Two he had asked for, though I think he needed only one and wanted a second for reserves, which doesn't bother me. I gained more from that venture than I had expected, as a green emerald was tucked safely in the mass of my tail. A true amulet, nestled in the rocks of that fiery pit - I hoped it would keep me safe on my journey to the Throat.
As I deposit the two gems I take a step back, head rising and tail with it. From the tips I pour our my black ink, crafting a dark amulet on a chain, and letting it drift towards Aaron, to adorn his neck if he would let me. The drawing would splatter to the ground then, and I let my eyes drift back to my two stones.
I want a fake amulet, dear glazier, will you craft it for me?
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It did not take long for Aaron to realize someone was following him. He paused, Alanna of course looking at him curiously as the black stallion Ink slipped in front of them both. He nods his head in greeting and Aaron does the same smiling warmly to the herd's Spectre. If it had not been for Ink the roan girl Kiara would not of been freed so easily, the least he could do was listen to the stallion's wishes. He watches as two gemstones fall from the dark knight's mouth, holding perfectly still as he uses a magic Aaron had never seen before. So this was how he communicated? brown eyes never left the painter as he drew a chain necklace... Did he want this crafted out of glass? He had to or he would not of come to Aaron. The newly appointed Glazier could only assume that Lace had started this craft, sending Ink to find the gemstones.
The paint stood, thinking for a few moments while Alanna stretched and moved about. The pup curiously moved forward to check out their herd mate while her bonded decided if he would complete the task. She returned to him as Aaron sighed heavily. "I will make your chain, but it will have to wait until the wall of protection is finished. I am sorry that you have had to wait so long, and now even longer... But I feel with the threats Mirage shared I can not afford to use the magic unless it is for the wall." Aaron frowned and Alanna whined softly, almost pleading for her bonded not to be sad. Aaron hated telling Ink no, but for now he had to focus on what the herd needed over one individual.
"something to say"
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In Nomine Patris Et Filii
Et Spiritus Sancti
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Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Aaron at any time for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing him.
He comes soon enough, but it is not with good tidings he brings. The pleasant expression upon my face, overjoyed he seems to have understood me as easily as Lace, begins to drift towards one of crestfallen disappointment. When I first spoke with Lace about this item he had never mentioned being unable to craft it for the sake of spending all his time and energy on something else. Yet, I must remind myself, though these are horses of the same trade they are not the same horse.
Lace had made armor I know, but had never spoke of a wall. Of course, Aaron was right, we had some newer, real threats facing us while Lace had been tinkering in an era more akin to peace. I had always considered Lace a busy horse, but it would seem Aaron proved even more so, too busy to even spare a moment to make a small chain and shape my gems into their amulet form. I frown, feeling slighted that I couldn't even be given this one small modicum of effort, but I understand. Truly, I do, but understanding is not always the same as accepting.
His pup whines and I feel very much like doing the same, but otherwise her meager sympathy does not move me. I keep my gaze level on her master - I have never taken much interest in companions, odd as that may seem for a lonely soul as I. In looking at Aaron I search for any trace of fouler emotion. Did he see that my heart questioned his loyalty and now he punishes me with this refusal? No I think, angry at myself for being so childish. He does regret his lack of assistance, though not enough to help, but regret it he does. This is not an act of spite and I should forgive him for doing only what he should, protecting us and obeying the DragonHeart.
I sigh heavily, easily showing my frustration as I turn with a curt nod and disperse back into the foliage.
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