"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.
01-05-2016, 03:24 PM (This post was last modified: 01-14-2016, 08:33 PM by Syrena.)
Syrena
let the water take me
Back.
She was back in this wretched hell for there was nowhere else for her to go. After the invaders had come to the Falls, Syrena had lingered for a time but her unwillingness to swear fealty made her an unwelcome shadow that haunted the ponds and pools that the waterfalls fed into.
Besides, she had reasoned, without the friends she had made there the Falls had become incredibly dull. So the siren had left, hoping that by leaving Helovia she would regain her powers - that she could return to the life she had known before.
She had set herself up at a beautiful little swap and there she had waited - preparing her nesting spot and herself for what was to come. They both shone by the end. She hungered for a soul but her time in Helovia had also alarmed hr to the point where she thought it was time. She would breed with the next suitable male and pass her beauty and rage on to a daughter before it was too late.
When he had come to her, all of her magic had failed. He had even gotten close enough to touch her - the point of contact with her cheek still felt as though it was burning although it had been several seasons ago. She could still feel it, that dreadful touch. Nothing showed externally, of course, for it was just a touch but it was a brand on her soul. She was no longer flawless, no longer perfect.
Syrena had fled from him in despair - the sadness taking over.
And now she was back here.
A fat, autumn moon hovered over the ocean where Syrena stood in the shallows. The water was calm, the surface stirring just slightly with a breeze, and the waves gently collapsed around her - sending the lower half of her legs into swirls of greens, teals, and blues.
She was tainted now. Still better than the rabble that populated this hell - she could see some of their shapes further down the beach - but tainted all the same.
How did these horses live these empty lives - as simple, mortal creatures? How did they live perfectly ordinary lives? She had been born a monster, a goddess even, and now she was nothing.
I want to die.
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open for any! :D
one last thread before she goes up for adoption <33
Please tag in all posts Magic use/power playing is okay, but check before serious injury/death Image by Reli
"It's the heart and the soul and the body and the brain
Driving me insane
But the wind and the land and the fire and the rain
Always stay the same"
-Roll With the Wind
Caenan spoke sweet nothings that the ocean pulled out to sea. Jealous the wind whipped around him clutching the words for itself. The sand slowly but surely made its way up his legs; the sand could not care less about his words, the sand is all about contact. Caenan was theirs! And they miss their wild boy, the son of the sea.
Like a child grown reporting adventures to parents Caenan was telling the Endless Blue about his time away. He told her about those that he had met, about his new role as a Protector, about the generous turtle, and of the strange magic he was trying to figure out.
The pirate did not know what to think about the magic. Was it a gift? Would he ever be capable of controlling it? Or was it a curse? One moment he was his normal self the next he could find himself to be shoved forward into an older age or dropped into being a colt once more. The effects lasted anywhere between hours and days.
The sight of another body lit by moonlight further down the shore caught his attention. Caenan doubted that the mare he approached had ever looked prettier than what she did on this night. Her grey body belonged more to soft night shadows than to the garish sun. She was a welcome distraction from his thoughts.
Once he reached her words slipped quietly from his lips, hushed by the nighttime,"Who is it that you visit? Do you admire the moon or do you yearn for the sea?" The mare struck a memory he should have remembered but he did not. The stallion's memories tried to catch his attention but like a buzzing fly he batted them away. Caenan was too occupied with trying to push away persistent thoughts about the magic that coursed through his body to pay the past any mind.
@Syrena I had to jump in on this. Would you like to unarchive the thread that we were going to have with this pair? I hinted at that thread just in case but left it vague for in case you don't.
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
Someone joined her and it was a true testament to how far she had slipped because for a while, she didn’t even react. It took her a moment to notice and, truthfully, if he hadn’t spoken to her she might not have even noticed at all. He. His presence still disgusted her, infuriated her, but she no longer had the energy or the drive to act on those emotions. Syrena’s blue-grey eyes drift from the ocean that they got their colour from and toward him. There was a faint tug at her memory upon seeing his face but weren’t they all the same? All the males she had met in Helovia and elsewhere were blends of faces. It didn’t really matter if she had seen him before, he was just as plain as the rest of them had been.
But in this land, so was she. There were fins along the back of her cheeks, on her legs, scales that lined her body, but she felt utterly normal.
It had been a long time since he had asked his question but she finally responded - eyes moving back to the gentle waves that folded and rose before them. “My sisters.” They had come to her once, to gift magic to her and begged her not to despair. But it was easy for them, they were already dead. Their troubles in this world were over. But she would visit them every day if it meant that she got to be returned to them.
Although she disgusted herself with how she was continuing the smalltalk, answering the questions he asked with a deadened voice but answering them all the same. “The sea. The sky is nothing, a void that reflects the sea because it wishes they were one and the same.” How could anyone be entranced by the sky?
She doesn’t ask the questions back but the flat fin on the back of her cheek nearest to him twitches, the tiniest of gestures to invite him to, if he should wish.