"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.
It's times like these that I wonder if it's all worth it in the end.
My legs had dragged me here. I could here the crook in the distance, but I didn't bother to look for it. The sky was grey with clouds and a cold wind flew through the air. Some snow had melted, making everything muddy and wet. My legs were thoroughly caked with brown mud. Yet still, even with layer after layer of mud, the pointy burrs managed to stick to my legs and the tip of my tail. I halted abruptly. My orbs glanced around. I seemed alone for the most part, yet my check of the surroundings hadn't been so thorough. I'd only come to think, so wasn't sure how I would feel about having company. Would anyone even approach me? I am mere mare, both unloved and unwanted.
I breath deeply, my already protruding ribs protrude further as my flanks swell from the inhale. I let my wings dangle at my sides, they have also succumbed to the horror of the mud. My muzzle sunk to the ground, where sniffed. The grass had been covered over and I realized just how hungry I was. I dug at the ground with a hard forehoof. To my luck, there were a few mud-covered blades that I managed to chew and swallow. This would only cease the rumbling of my empty stomach for a few minutes. I let out a defeated half laugh-half sigh. This would fill my empty stomach, but not my empty heart and would certainly not reassure myself that I wasn't just piece of paper in the garbage. I was clearly not lost, physically, but mentally I wandered a maze that would never end. Each twist ad turn led me to a new danger, one that I could overcome, but I could never overcome the maze. In some weird way, I was the prisoner and the guard.
I began walking, the sound of the creek lulling me closer. Water, it was the one thing I used to fear. Yet now, I thought of it as one of the ways out of my maze. It was sad I thought of death as the only way out. Because it wasn't. Death was never the way out but at the time, it seemed so perfect. The only thing that kept me from plunging my head underwater and drowning was Destry. I sought to find her, rekindle, love her to the ends of the world. Did she feel the same?
"blah blah blah."
Success isn't the result of spontaneous combustion.
It is Tobias that sees her first, walking there in the meadow beside the creek, looking as lost and forlorn as anyone the cervid had ever seen. He bleats softly, alerting Adelric of her presence, for he remembers the curiosity she had been and the chaos she had caused that day on the island. That same island was the one the half-child came from now, saying goodbye to his mother and returning to a life in the snowy Basin. He does not love the place, but it makes the most sense for him to live there, so he does. Perhaps for now he can delay his return slightly… in the name of science.
Turning himself towards the ivory mare, touching Tobias’ shoulder in thanks, the half-child approachs the woman whose name he cannot remember if he has forgotten or never known. It doesn’t matter, of course; he is not here for pleasantries. “Hey,” he calls out, trying to get her attention. Sloshing through the mud, still-gangly limbs dragging him forwards as he tries to draw nearer to her, he whickers. Tobias follows obediently, gentle eyes surveying the scene. He moved purposefully, stoically even, the steady half of Adelric’s ever-thinking mind.
“Burn something.?” he almost queries then, although there is a finality to the sentence that suggested it is a demand rather than a question. He wants to remember the way the flames dance, watch the way they devour life and spew death. He finds them fascinating- a memory of something confusing that he wishes to study further. He has not seen flames since that day. He looks forward to stimulating his brain… after all, she won’t refuse him, will she?
It's times like these that I wonder if it's all worth it in the end.
There is a soft bleat that makes me spin around, a familiar face approaches, but this is not the specific face I wanted to see. I turn back away and begin walking in the opposite direction of him. He calls out to me, but I don't answer. A suicidal mare with fire magic, around a foal and his deer? What could go wrong? There are large amounts of mood, but I don't falter, my grace clear now. The mud is no obstacle. I used to live in a muddy-ish place. I'm quite used to this.
Suddenly, the foal's voice rings in my mind again. He is demanding the use of my magic. The demand, it triggers something dark in my mind. I am not a slave anymore, that was pre-Helovia. I turn towards him, my ears flat as I snarled at him. "What's so good about fire anyways? No one's ever liked my fire. Why do you want to see it? I am not your toy." My voice is stern and even. This boy would not order me around. Not now... I didn't need a little child bothering me, not when I was very close to snapping, becoming completely insane, and sad. Does this child really want to drive me to suicide?
Fire was horrible. I want to rid my body of this magic, free my soul from it's burden. If he wanted to see fire, he should find the demonic Gaucho. That horse seems to have picked up a few fiery abilities up recently, the boy should seek him, not me. My flames are mot likely sub-par compared to his.
I realized I was a bitch. I quickly shook my head around, my ears perking up. I would make an offer. "How about this? If you sing me a song about fire that is to my liking, I will show you my flames?" This was an offer that would be on the table for a short amount of time. If the child truly wanted to see my magic, he'd start singing now. I hoped t'd be something cheerful, then perhaps it would perk me up? Because all I really wanted to do now was sink to the ground and sleep for a few years.... I go jump off some high cliff without opening my wings. These thoughts, they were sad. I tried to block them out of my head, wondering when the foal would begin his song.
"blah blah blah."
Success isn't the result of spontaneous combustion.
The half child watches her keep walking, ignoring him, and he sighs in childish frustration that today will not be the day he gets to investigate her fire. That is, he thinks that until she stops all the sudden. His curious brow furrows at her sudden change of heart- anger. He has seen this rage in her before, the rage she showed to the others upon the island. He had not been the subject of her ire then, but he is now, and his head lowers in a sort of cower. He dares not frustrate her to the point of explosion. He values his own hide far too much to allow himself to be the subject of some scorching experiment. But she has asked a question that demands to be answered, and so he takes a moment to ponder it with proper scientific curiosity. Why does he want to see her fire? Oh, so many reasons. How to explain them succinctly…
He doesn’t get a chance to voice what he has finally decided on before she is speaking again, though, challenging him almost. A song? Has he ever known a song in his entire lifetime? Perhaps a few, when he was young, that Kiara used to sing to him and Zunden, but he’s certain he remembers none of them. And for that matter, even if he didn’t remember them, he’s even more certain that none of them were about fire. So he shuffles his feet beneath himself as he tries to ponder this challenge he has been given. If he is to see her magic, then he must sing, but that means he must create a song.
With scientific precision, he ponders what a song is. It is music, it is notes, it is a melody combined into one. It is words that sometimes rhyme, words that tell a story, that create some emotional response within the listener. Emotions… that is where he will struggle, he is certain, but his desire for education is greater than the distaste he gets in his mouth at the idea that he must come up with a song. So sing he does, but first he explains. His words are succinct, of course, as befitting a scientist. “Your fire destroys. I want to study the way things die.” A morbid curiosity? Perhaps, but a noble and educational ideal as well. After all, those who study and understand death, can understand how to prevent it.
Then he sings, his boyish voice clear but hesitant. He speaks few words on the best of days; a song requires so many more than he is used to.
“Dark night, red light, angry voices, wings in flight. White mare, gold hair, cruel ashes, dull embers.
Clashing feet, gnashing teeth, ancient warrior, made to bleed. Loud yelp, no help, missing father, lonely… lonely… lonely boy.”
At his last stanza his voice cuts off, his final word all but a whisper- lonely, lonely, lonely. He had not meant to say it three times, had not meant to choke out the word boy. He had not meant to use that word at all, truth be told. The song was not a happy one, nor a particularly insightful one, but the pain in the child’s voice was evident.
He had yet to acknowledge that he was upset about his father’s death. Was this to be the first time? He looks to the ground, avoiding the pale mare’s gaze. He does not want her to see him like this. He has not meant to bare his soul this way. From behind him, Tobias says nothing. He thinks it is good the half-child feels these emotions. Let them come.