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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.
08-05-2012, 12:07 AM (This post was last modified: 08-05-2012, 12:20 AM by Tamme.)
A winter's wind bristled through the proud and ancient tree at the oasis, and the chill of the breeze caused the hot waters to steam oddly. Such weather was very out of place in the time of the Sun God's wrath, but never the less, the weather seemed to rebel against the heat.
Stormy, dark clouds began to gather over the once cloudless, hot sky of the desert. The breeze singled out one, lone pegasus, ruffling her ebony feathers and swirling her mane around her face. Thunder crashed overhead and against all odds, a light dusting of snow began to fall to the ground, resting on her dark back.
The sky grew violent overhead, the storm becoming thicker. White snow swirled around Aure, encasing her in cold. The isolated storm was strange and centered on the one, silver dappled mare.
The snow whipped around me, the sharp cold a welcome respite from the burning heat. Flakes coated my flank and I began to shiver, my mane and tail encrusted with frost and my teeth chattered slightly. The white blinded me and whinnied in fear. I missed Tares more than ever, able to melt the frigid snow with her fire wings. Or even Arbutus could do the same. I stood still, fear like a vice gripping me as the whirlwind of unusual winter rushed through my feathers, coat, and mane. “What’s happening? Is anyone there?” I squinted through the swirling flakes, looking to see maybe the cause of this storm.
Almost as soon as the blizzard came and cast Aure in a blanket of snow, it disappeared. The snow hissed as the heat of the sun cast it into water, and the winter's wind moved on south. What was left was odd. Small, distinct paw prints rested in the sand, leading south as if following the breeze.
The snow suddenly vanished and instantly Tallsun heat sizzled the flakes. I sighed; the cold was very welcome. The wetness from the white blur of snow rapidly evaporated in the light, leaving no reminder of the storm. The melting snow shrunk until it was just water, muddying the earth. Curious little paw prints were revealed in the muck, leading a path. My head cocked to the side and smiled. What little animal had gotten into the storm? Invigorated from the slight spot of winter, I walked curiously along, following the prints. The burning Tallsun was barely even a discomfort to my cooled muscles and I was ready for an adventure.
The little pawprints began to fade as they got closer and closer to the southern borders of the Dragon's Throat. Strange, scraping markings replaced them, running leftward. Had something grabbed the creature with paws? The signs of a struggle were obvious, but odd - slithering.
I walked along the path of tiny prints, marveling at how the ice cold storm could give me such energy and how the paw prints filled me with such purpose. I was determined to find the little animal, whatever it was, wondering if it was hurt by the storm. I trudged through the hot sun and slight muck; as I got further away the firmer the earth became. Intently studying the path, I noticed a change in the prints. It looked like something had grabbed the animal, and slithered? off with it. Slithering? I wondered what had happened to the poor thing, veering off to follow the trail of scrape marks. Worried, I galloped faster, my heart beating with fear for the small thing dragged off by the unknown.
In the shadow of a large, sandy colored rock laid a curled snake. A rattle on the end of its tail shook menacingly, and two, large fangs that were dripping venom curled from its pointed, scaled head. In its grasp was a young arctic fox pup, obviously afraid. Two other sets of prints, its family, had fled the scene.
When the snake spied the pegasus approaching, she hissed in irritation, though a strange, ancient glint hinted in her eyes. The expression was ethereal, from another, older time. She seemed to not fit in her scaled form, though her dripping fangs spoke otherwise.
"Pretty pegasus. I will release this creature to you if you win this little game with me..." she purred, curling tightly around the whimpering pup.
"Give me food, and I will live; Give me water, and I will die. What am I?"
I watched, my green eyes darting frantically as I happened upon a snake holding in its vicious grip, an artic fox pup, wriggling frightened in its grasp. The snake asks me to answer a riddle, what when you feed it grows, but dies when it is given water? I thought long and hard, and envisioned my Tares with her fire wings that would be put out if she flew through clouds like I did. A smile came to my face as I answered the snake calmly. “Fire.”
The snake watched the pegasus with interest, hissing with a grin when she got the riddle right. With a laugh, she released her grip on the pup. A large yelp and a skip later, the white fox slid behind Aure's legs.
"Now answer me this or suffer my curse. If you get this wrong, your fox will never be able to speak in your mind." The snake slithered closer and pushed her body upward to better make eye contact with the pegasus.
"I'm the part of the bird that's not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean and yet remain dry. What am I?"
I breathed in relief as the fox was released and skidded under my belly. The snake seeming impressed by my answer, asked another riddle, to which I answered, "It's shadow."
The snake almost seemed proud by Aure's success, and she hissed a deep, clear 'yeeessss...'
"You have succeeded. The fox pup is yours. Soon you will find that its thoughts will linger in your own mind. Though it is young. Very young. Be patient."
[OOC:
Congratulations on your new arctic fox puppy! He is currently 0 months old and has minimal skills. Once you choose a gender and name, please post them here so that we can add them to the logs.]
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