"Where brilliance is good and madness is better..."
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 was still stuck on the phrasing that had fallen from Alleo's lips when she had returned. Tired and exhausted as she had been, she had started to pass out beneath his touch - feeling his heart beat - that she dimly recalled the meanings of his words. Something about watching over and then something about loving her more. Alas, she still was stuck on 'ti amo' and was vehemently attempting to connect the rest of the phrases as well as find a way to memorize this language that rolled so sweetly off of his tongue.
Ettore, on the other hand, had no real desire for this. He had lost all of his baby feathers and was getting bigger now - too big for the nest of flowers the Earth God had given her. In fact, the nest had dissipated, leaving just one vibrant bloom (though she didn’t know how pure of a white it was) left at her withers. For now, he was bouncing around her feet, bored to death, and even pecking at her canon bones. "Desine! Please!" She begged to Ettore, pulling a few roots from the ground in a ladder formation to allow the little one access to her back (since she presumed that was what he wanted).
The latin, though rusty from disuse, came naturally to her. She had used it in the past with her prior companion - their form of communication to keep her connected with her ancestors, so it felt only natural that she pass it on to Ettore. "Dulcis mea et infantem, minor es, quam excitatur," she murmured to Ettore, shaking her head as he groaned and bounced his way up the roots and onto her haunches. There, he stopped his pecking and bouncing and curled up - watching the world around them like a good boy.
Now, her day would be complete if she could find Alleo. So, with that goal in mind, she carefully began to move off toward the borders of the Falls in search of her knight - only desire to spend some time with him in the hot summer sun.
@[Alleo]
Translation (Latin from google translate)-
Desine - Stop
Dulcis mea et infantem, minor es, quam excitatur - my sweet baby, you are too excited
Rasta & Alleo
you're my end and my beginning, even when i lose i'm winning
'cause i give you all of me - and you give me all of you
i'm the wind in your hair that ruffles you up</style>
Rasta had returned and for that the stallion was relieved, happy even, but his happiness dissipated when he was not in her presence. When he set off to do his daily patrols of the border he was left with too much time to think, too much time to let his mind wander and he often thought about his sisters and wondered what had happened to Hana. They had all finally been reunited and she had disappeared. Then there was Lakota, his little sister that had been his entire world for so long. Too much time had passed since she had come to see him on the border and he wondered where she was, what she was doing, if she missed him as much as he missed her. It was safe to say that he was not completely happy with where he was in his life. Yes, he had Rasta, yes he loved her, but could he not have his sisters with him as well?
The stallion sighed as he walked, only half-heartedly looking for anyone or any threat at the border. Part of him didn't really care if someone sneaked in. He found it hard to care for a herd that he had little to no connections in. He couldn't make himself go out of his way to associate with anyone other than Rasta. It was no different than it had been in his previous home. He did not make any strong connections with the warriors or commanders, he just did what he was told without question or complaint. But for how long? How long could he keep mindlessly patrolling, wondering about his sisters, not caring about anything other than his flesh and blood and Rasta? How many times would he question his own gods on his purpose for being there and not somewhere else?
Alleo continued walking and in the distance he could see the pale form of a mare. He didn't have to call out to her to know that it was Rasta, he would know her anywhere. His slow pace picked up to a trot as he moved toward her, happy to have his thoughts interrupted. If any of the other warriors or the Chief knew what he was thinking, his lack of caring, they would surely accuse him of being treasonous. He slowed, his muzzle reaching out to touch Rasta's. "Rasta." He rumbled to the pretty mare. "And Ettore, of course." He said to the young hawk. "Why have you come out here?"
Alleo was not far off, for Rasta didn't need to search far and wide to find him. He made her frame before she could concentrate long enough to feel his. And, in fact, it was Ettore who pointed out the painted stag (with a series of excited chirps) to Rasta as she continued down the border.
Alas, his pace soon moved to a gentle trot and she moved in as well. Only when they both closed in did they slow down and reach out to press their flesh against each other. "Alleo," she breathed as her name fell from his lips. Then came the hawk's name in the same greeting. Ettore was still bouncing around in joy - happy to be recognized by his bonded's mate so readily and easily. You see, her old hawk would have been bitter, jealous. He would have thought he was being replace. But, Ettore? Ettore welcomed him into the fold. In fact, the little one even tried to fly over to Alleo. His wings taking him a little bit off of Rasta's frame before he plummeted into a net made of the grasses. Yes, Rasta had expected for him to tumble down and refused to allow her companion to break himself while learning.
What had brought her out here? "I hadn't seen you in a while…" she said, blind eyes flickering across his bodice, pressing her maw up against his shoulder in a sign of affection. "I wanted to spend the afternoon with you," she said, letting out a short breath. "Te amo, Alleo." she purred in her own latin tongue. How close the two professions of love were, even though the languages were so different.
There was a pause, as her ears flickered forward - to focus completely upon him. "And, I would love to learn the foreign tongue you use… the one that sounds so sweet when it rolls off of your lips," she tried to explain this other language to him without really knowing the name of it.
She could only hope that he would want to - that he would start to let her in, that he would allow her to let him in as well. She just wanted the two of them to be happy…
Rasta & Alleo
you're my end and my beginning, even when i lose i'm winning
'cause i give you all of me - and you give me all of you