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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.
She had heard of the strange paint stallion named Moon Boy through the twisted grapevine that was Helovia's intricately messy network of informants. Apparently he had a knack for getting himself in trouble and a tendency to be a bit, well... off. That was what she'd heard, anyway, who knew if it was true. Kye had seemed skeptical when the idea of perhaps procuring the stallion for her own uses arose, but Xira had learned long ago to assume all thoughts the falcon had were fueled by cynicism and general grumpiness. So with a surprising burst of optimism, yet still an overhanging cloud of malicious intent, Xira had stolen the stallion from the wilderness around the throat with a clever tongue and an exploitation of the laws of the land.
And now he was hers. Her lips curled and from betwixt them emerged a light, pleased whinny at the thought. She controlled an entire life- could probably send the boy off the cliff, if what she'd been told was true. He was one of those crazy spiritual types- maybe if she told him a god was down there he'd actually go for the plunge.
But it was too early in the dark morning to be so sarcastic and witty- it simply hurt to gather all of her intelligence and place it in that sector of her mind. No, she was to apply some of her focus to strategy; after all, she had more than one reason for capturing Moon Boy above all others.
Because if she could get the stallion to secretly join the Throat... well, with all that travelling he supposedly did, he'd be an indisputably useful asset. And so, with Kye perched upon her withers, picking bits of dust from her mane, Xira waited with the moon low and dim as time ticked on and brought them to hours as unholy as two or three in the morning. With her growing impatience came a fiery temper, and with that came a massive wave of regret. Perhaps this had been a foolish idea after all- perhaps the stallion had already managed to somehow escape.
No, impossible. She'd watched him closely enough, kept Kye circling his path, and it was impossible that he could have slipped away unnoticed. No, the pair would simply lay in wait for the prisoner to arrive- the Dragon Throat's two dutiful night watchmen.
it had taken the bard like creature most of the day and night to travel and reach the borders of Dragons throat. the blistering solstar was an aggressive foe and one not to be meddled with when water seemed to be so lacking. even in the shadow of the the moon, there was little respite from the sweltering temperatures. as he crossed over into the the invisible line that marked off the area, his pristine and sharp eyes took notice that even though things were starting to take a slightly more brown tint it was still somewhat thriving in the Sun God's anger. as the two toned dancer eased farther into the oasis, his nose wrinkled as much at the sight of the creatures floating about on the top of the water, as the smell of their bloated rotting bodies. he found it repulsive; so, he made a mental note to never drink a drop of water from this place. his luck getting a simple drink of water would turn into bobbing for bodies. the very thought made a shudder run down the length of his spine.
Moon boy pulled his thoughts from the surrounding decay probably caused by the vengeful, childish god of the sun, to his recent predicament. someone dare steal him away and try to hold him prisoner?! it will be a sad day for someone for he will always stay a free bachelor or at least that is what he thought. he was a traveler and entertainer by nature, finding joy in the playful mischief he caused and on occasion the odd look his riddles produce on peoples face. An now some entity decided to take it upon themselves to try and capture the gypsy? Sigh, this would not work. he is far to free spirited to stay chained. shadowed eyes crept toward the blanketed sky, catching sight of some type of bird of pray circling over head. swishing his tail, he picked up speed to a nice trot and kept his eyes peeled for his captor.
even though his mind whirled with the very idea of being in one place for two long, the two had talked about this in private. setting up their plans so that is would seem inconspicuous; however, now that the time has come Moon Boy could feel the pressure and weight of his decision. The very act of being stolen did not settle with him, and the fact he was unsure of Xira made him a very untrusting partner. But it was made clear that know one should know about their talk so curiosity got the best of him and he decided to play into this little scene that was to be put on. an now he felt trapped.
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Her renowned penchant for making trouble where there was none was the perfect cover. Why would anyone want to steal the gypsy that wandered towards her now if it weren't simply to cause a stir? After all, he was a wanderer, and he'd spread his name throughout the land quickly. Certainly the tale of his theft would be made known in just as short an amount of time. And then, to hear of his release? What utter confusion it would cause- what drama!
Xira simply loved causing drama.
She regarded his features; his face half in shadow, yet half bathed in the light, as he drew nearer to her. Upon her back Kye twitched and cawed, muttering words of approval into her bonded's mind reluctantly. The Chestnut roan lifted her head high and looked down upon Moonboy with dark blue eyes that couldn't help but judge. He was taller than her, as most were, but she was afforded an advantage by the convenient slope of the land where she stood, and the imposition added to her figure by her widespread wings and dark look were all added benefits. "Moon Boy," she said simply, addressing her captive with a serious tone but a smug smile that, despite the gravity of the situation, she simply could not wipe away. "You understood the terms of our agreement, your summons should have come as no surprise." Xira spoke pointedly, hoping to wipe that look of dissatisfaction off of his features. He looked as if he had been cheated or lied to- no, it was much simpler than that; everyone else had been cheated and lied to.
The Chestnut roan flicked her tail and took a few careful steps forward and around the stallion, keeping her circle tight and making her breath grace his hide. "As agreed upon, you are now a member of the Dragon's Throat informants," she spoke cooly, pausing where she stood directly behind him and looking on into the night. "You will report to me, and tell no one outside of the Throat of your involvement with the herd. In exchange for your knowledge and valuable services, you will be provided shelter within our ranks and territory whenever you desire it," She outlined clearly in review, walking forward and returning to her initial position. Her lids flickered shut as she blinked in a slow, thinking manner, and then she turned her gaze sharply back to match his.
"I understand no wild things are capable of being truly tamed," she sympathized wistfully as she recalled her life of freedom. "Your membership to the Throat is in name only, to prove your loyalty to us and ensure that you won't tell others outside the herd of the knowledge you've obtained," she clarified, her gaze softening slightly as she spoke of matters that perhaps only the two of them could understand at that moment. Upon her back Kye whistled and muttered pointless thoughts into her bonded's mind. What did the falcon know of freedom? All her life she'd lived by Xira- to live alone and yet as one with so many... that was true freedom.
Xira shuffled her wings closed and Kye promptly flapped her way to rest upon them. "There should be nothing further to discuss; as far as I am concerned, as a member of this herd you are now released." She spoke with confidence in her tone and a slight inflection of authority. She was giving the orders here; should he wish to defy them and deny her offer for him to join the herd, or rebel against his new role as an undercover informant, he would simply be denied everything agreed upon prior.