"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.
FROM THE SCRAPES AND BRUISES TO THE FAMILIAR ABUSES I'LL KICK AND SCREAM BUT IT NEVER CHANGES ANYTHING
Her world had fallen apart, as of late. Everything shattering into pieces like glass. The glass had grown, it had started to build itself back up. But that hadn't lasted long. The same villainous forces that had invaded her home in the Foothills had come to attack the Edge. It seemed as if she was trailed by a group of daemons that felt the desire to cling to her legs with venomous fangs threatening to clamp down and paralyze her for the torture they wished to ensue. She had managed to evade those bites, though, and with her dwindling strength she was in desperate need of a sign.
Originally, she had been aching for peace - for solitude - but she had yet to stumble upon such an area where she could really be alone. When she traveled her mind raced, the world swirling by her galloping frame as her legs stretched out and carried her in whichever direction she wished. Endurance. She was glad she had it. She didn't have to get tired out. She didn't have to curl up and cry for she couldn't run any longer. Her heritage had gifted her with that, and she supposed that was one of the few things that had kept her alive as long as she had been. Some, in her position, might believe that the Gods were watching over them. After all, Res had suffered from one too many near-death experiences to not say that there wasn't some sort of Guardian Angel peering from above trying to ensure that the mare could serve whatever purpose she had been set upon the earth to accomplish.
But, no. She didn't think that way. All she could see were the vivid memories of blood. All she could hear were the all-too-real howls of the canines as they marked their prey. All she could smell was the rustic odor that was crawling out into the air and choking her lungs from the splattered puddles of the life-substance. All she could feel was the constricting tugging of the dried, maroon substance as it caked up against her pelt. All she could do was allow the tears to fall. And, when in the presence of others, all she could allow herself to do was pretend as though she was happy and shy. All she could do was try and keep the attention from her as she jumped at every sound. All she could think was that something was going to come from the shadows to finally take her away.
No! She had a purpose now! She would not let herself be taken as easily as she might have done before. But, if such a feat was necessary she would give up her life in an instant. Selfless barely began to explain the heart underneath the mare that was now beginning to clamber up uneven charcoal rocks. Each hoof placed on a precarious edge as she forced her way up toward the top of rocks, golden eyes getting reflections of the blue tints. The glowing magma trailing around her pillars and shining off of her gold lock pendant. Her mind switched to Quil, their interactions and the joy on his face as he confessed his love for her and she said it back. Instantly, she shook her head and forced it out of her mind. She still didn't know if she had said it out of stress, out of the belief that she might lose someone else because she couldn't be what he had wanted. But, she had said it, and she felt an ache around the hole in her heart where Ciro had taken hold to protect her from the world.
A few tears. Not too many though. And, with a quick flick of her cranium they were gone as she took close looks toward the rocks. Blackened symbols, symbols she believed were to represent the wind and the moon, were engraved on a few of the taller rocks that were broken up and scattered around this area. Wind whipped around, howling in her ears at a low, delicate volume and keeping the tears from creasing her face. Res could have sworn that, if the weather had been right, there would have been mists encasing the shrine as well. And, for once, the howling and screeching of the wind in her ears did not scare her. For once the engravings on the rock did not cause her to spin around, to flee from the scene. For once, the prospect of a greater being taking control of the lands, and having a purpose for her did not seem like a fairy tale from a story she might have told her children (when they were still with her) to get them to sleep without fear that they would die.
One breath in. One breath out. Shift her weight to the left. Shift her weight to the right. Golden orbs fixated upon the tallest rock in the broken lands as she perked her one ear up. Usually, she forced it to stay lower, to hide the deformity from the world, but she didn't care here. She felt it shouldn't matter. She felt safe. How long had it been since she had actually felt protected? Way too long. Slowly, her voice emerged, broken and splintered but rapidly gaining strength. "Goddess of the Moon, Mother of the Edge, Caller of the Winds and the Darkness - I pray for naught more than a sign..." Her voice broke, eyes closing for a few seconds before she found the strength to push the sob in her throat down, to stop it from choking her. "A sign that... just perhaps... I might have a purpose. A sign that the world might turn right again. A sign that I might be able to find happiness again..." Another pause as she squeezed her eyes shut, a few tears falling but the wind blowing against her crown soon enough after that they disappeared. "Life has not treated me well. I had found happiness once, and it has left. I cannot find it anywhere. I only want the best for others. Please, I understand that my matters are trivial and if you are busy with much greater matters I understand you not joining me down at your shrine. But, if it is possible, could you at least give me a sign - to confirm or deny - that perhaps I do have a purpose, and that maybe, just maybe, happiness will be able to find me again..."
Gently, she bowed her head, allowing her frame to dip just a little until she stood up and allowed her gaze to fall over toward the expanse of the Veins of the Gods, awaiting a sign and expecting nothing more. But hope bubbled, just a little bit of it, that maybe she would get to see the Goddess, and that she would have definite confirmation on her pleas...
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Res is slowly getting more comfortable with life.
loving her transformation at the moment
When I'm ready to fall
You're the one always holding me up
With love ♥
Softly the wind begins to stir - a warm wind in fact. Quite warm; is it the nurturing touch of the Goddess you seek? Or is it merely a breeze, warmed by the intense heat of Tallsun?
Is it something? Or nothing?
The wind - a thing of constant movement, seems to linger. To become stagnant, if such a thing can be imagined, as if to insulated you from the rest of the shrines. This shroud, now full of so many forgotten memories are not a worthy place to romanticize of the Gods...They do no linger here anymore child, do you not know this?
Still, the wind lingers. Dispersing slightly, tendrils of invisible fingers comb through your mane and tail, folding them all over to one side: Picturesque. Instantly they begin to fade, and the humid air around you begins to seep in, to break whatever halo was momentarily around you.