"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.
11-14-2016, 01:24 PM (This post was last modified: 11-14-2016, 08:31 PM by Megaera.)
Megaera & Gwaihir we'll go up in smoke but at least they'll say we burned
"I do not like this discord between us Megaera. It is not they way we should be."
"I know. I know, and I am trying. Were you so very angry with me? When you didn't interfere with Ampere?"
"I didn't try and stop her sooner because she was right. You know that. Why Meg, why could you listen to her and not me? You know that we are connected. Your life is my life, I could not lead you astray if I tried. Why could you not hear me when I spoke reason?"
"Because we are so connected. I couldn't trust myself and I didn't trust you either. I'm sorry. Gwaihir, I am sorry."
"Did you forget, Meg? In our time apart did you forget that your heart is my heart? Did you prefer when we were cut off from each other? Would you have us severed like that?"
"No! Gwaihir I could never want that! I was just so--"
"YOU WERE NOT ALONE! Not alone, and never shall be Megaera. What must I say to make you understand that. And Cera, and Ampere, and Einarr, what must they do to convince you that you don't have to be strong at all times?! It is not strength to shut us out when you need us, it is weakness. Gods of ground and sky, Meg, I know you are smarter than this!"
. . .
"Now, are we done with this foolishness? Do you trust me to help you rebuild? I cannot help you if you pull away from me again. Please, Sister-soul...I need you too."
"Yes. Yes I am here. Can we start with the children?"
The eagle responded only with a nod and a rush of warm feeling that equated to his version of a smile. They had been perched on the metal trees that ringed the arena, had been there for hours, with the bird perched just higher than the pegasus to bring himself to eye level. In the past eye contact for them had been rare and unnecessary. In working through their tumult of the past months, however, both had felt the need of that additional intimacy as they conversed through their bond.
"Mordecai has left the Throat, I feel. We will have to trust that she is grown enough for now. But if you can find Nizho? I'll fetch the little ones and meet you at the Dragon's Blood Tree." The mare reached out to her bondmate and the eagle responded by touching his beak to her muzzle. Perhaps there would be strain there for a little while yet, but they would muddle through. Gwaihir took off with an easy sweep of his wings and Meg followed him into their air not long after.
-kid collecting time!-
"We must wait for your brother, but I have much to say to you all." Meg intoned as the herded the the children toward the behemoth of a tree. It hurt the mare to think that she wan't sure if Nizho had even met his two small siblings. She had so much to make up for to all of them, but at least Castor and Vastra had had each other when she and Einarr had sought Asavvi; Nizho had been left all alone. Megaera payed as the scanned the sky that she was not too late, that at least now she could be the mother her children had deserved.
While Megaera had been around more often lately, Vastra still felt distance between her and her family members. Or, at least, she felt as though there was a wall dividing her from her mother. Castor would forever be someone she could beat senseless and lose again and they would reunite and his exuberance never seemed to waiver. She trusted her brother to come back in a way that she did not trust her mother… or the strange, shadowy pegasus that was apparently her father.
So it was with some reluctance that she allowed herself to be gathered up by Megaera and ushered towards the great Dragon’s Blood Tree. Her ears pricked at the words spoken as they travelled and she muttered quietly under her breath “But my brother is already here” wondering if, perhaps, Megaera was losing her sight and couldn’t see Castor.
But even if she couldn’t see him, it wasn’t like she wouldn’t be able to hear him.
She looked over to her dark twin, her brown gaze (the only thing she had apparently inherited from her mother) narrowing as if to see whether he would disappear or not. He looked like he belonged in this family - a dark brown coat that almost matched their mother. But while his eyes were red so was her coat, making her blend in with the sand of the Throat but stick out in this little family of theirs. Right now she even still had spots - freckles of dark red-brown hair that were a token of the seal form she had taken down by the beach - and it only further cemented in her mind how different she was from them.
So she waited in a sullen mood, alternating between watching her mother and the skies.
the embers of a fire still burning as they die
stay bright to keep us side by side