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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.
I allowed my crystalline hooves to float along the ground as I headed away from the weak mare who had saved me from the odd stag. It was rather annoying be stuck with her, though. She was obviously not very strong, if it wasn't for the fact that she had those strange glowing orbs. But, I had heard stories. An eternal night seemed to have fallen - I had seen it myself, there had been a lack of light for what looked to have been a couple of days now. Or, at least it had felt to have been a few days now. And, in all honesty, I could easily best this mare in a fight. It was but no problem for me. Of course she's weak mein puppe - most are. Schwere purred in his tenor chords. His personality exactly that which got him killed. Believing he could beat everyone. I was not humble in any way. But I did know when I had a chance of losing. But you won't lose. That would be dishonorable. He retorted in my head as I slunk away into the shadows.
My yellow orbs took in the ground carefully, watching the placement of the footfalls with precision. I would not make anymore noise than was absolutely necessary in order to keep moving and break from the meadow I was in. The mare seemed to be asleep, and she had let me lurk off on my own a few times - probably afraid to say too much and in those past moments I had returned. This time, though, I would not return. I hope she has that right mind to use her magic on you. It would be an exhilarating experience for me. Unheil boomed with laughter as I shook my head in dismay and trudged forward. I didn't stop until my frame had crossed into a relatively hidden area. Even then, I only glanced around and stopped to listen to the sounds - to see if I needed to run. Content with the sounds of the night I continued onward. I would be free - tonight
When you are ready, I will surrender
Take me and do as you will
"I thought we had made a deal." The words resonated throughout the frosted meadow, reflecting off of the crystalline thorns and frozen ground much like the sunlight does when cast upon blue waters. They held no emotion, save for sadness, but they were loud and more than capable of penetrating even the most clouded of minds.
Shadowed hooves press against the uneven terrain of the thistle meadow, and the little mare composed of charcoal and a dash of gold weaves swiftly through the thorns, her tattoo-bare pillar laced with the wounds she had received from the day previous showing a slight limp in the wraith's gait. The pain faded from an excruciating ache to a dull throb from time to time, and at the moment Sulwyn could barely feel a thing. Her head was held high and her golden pools bore into her fleeing prisoner's back, a fire burning in each metallic orb as the emotions buried deep within her petite structure came to life. Had she not told this mare that she was virtually free? That all she had to do was meet with the Moon Goddess, and then she could wander off at night as much as she damn well wanted? The little mustang empathized for the blood-rusted vixen -- she didn't appreciate being barred from her freedom, either -- but she was also the kind of equine to keep her promises, and she had promised to let the unicorn go. So then why was she still trying to escape?
A particularly tall wall of thistle had encroached on the mustang's path, and so the wraith eased into a lope, the pounding of her injured leg against the ground easier to ignore with the prolonged duration of time that it had in the air. With a quiver of her hindquarters, the sun-branded mare vaulted herself over the clump of daggers, landing in a large pile of snow on the other side and sending the damp clumps flying all around her. Her nostrils flared and her heart pumped from the exhilaration of sprinting through the icy meadow, dense puffs of steam erupted from her naves, and suddenly, all was forgotten.
The pain. The quest. The loss of her family. Everything. There was nothing that could relate to this moment of pure ecstasy. Nothing could ruin the way that she felt now; so in control and sure of herself, unlike the timid creature that had been dragging this reckless unicorn around with her to please some gloating Goddess. It was nearly impossible to taint this revelation of hers. All that she had remaining was to steer this fleeing mare back onto her chosen path, and push forward unto dawn.
Porcelain tresses whipped against the mare's painted face as she caught up to the bloody bay, her white lips parting to draw the fae to a halt. "I beg your pardon, miss, but we had a deal. If you expect for me to hold up my part of the bargain, then you are to hold up your own." The mustang's pale banner lashed at her sides in annoyance, and a pair of delicate audits twisted back against her crown to show off her disappointment.
"You are practically free, my lady, and yet you still try to evade me." A small sigh. "We have been traveling a while now, and although I am not completely certain, I know that I can hear the distant crash of waves against stone. Another day or so and we will reach the southern borders of this land. Just stay with me until then. And then you may make your leave." Her pants have slowed to faint breaths, and the condensation rises to mix with the daunting fae's own as the captor waits for the captive to respond.
Truth do you hear me?
Don't try to come near me
So tired I sleep through the lie
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