"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.
Ever since that day I’d called him down, and he’d gently chided me for waiting so long to call on him for his help, for his guidance--but it also turned out it was the one time he couldn’t actually help me on this.
My heart ached thinking about it--I didn’t know if it were possible for me to even attempt to hate my Pa. Like I...ugh, I should, I definitely should, I dunno, nevermind, that was awful, no I shouldn’t hate my Pa, and I don’t, I don’t I don’t I don’t and even though there’s some problematic shit going on swirling around him there was not one inch of me, not one cell, not one single iota that had the heart to hate him.
But fuck if he can’t help a bitch out when she needs it.
Sparkmarrow was at my side, secure and clicking softly as I made my way through the thick blackness of a nighttime swamp. I guess it wasn’t the best time of day to come here, not logistically, but I had to come at some point and this was the first chance I’d had.
I didn’t know what I was looking for until it jutted out from the darkness, as though the demon monster couldn’t help but throw a monument up for his big, black dick for others to celebrate, to smear on all our faces after our embarrassing defeat. I had a godslaying sword belted to my side that couldn’t kill a god. Go figure.
The gods hadn’t been able to see it, so I figured I’d just come see for myself. I couldn’t attack, so I’d come and scope the bitch out, and since he-she-it had a voice, I figured she’d try talkin’ some. So I looked at the thick black dong with pulsating blue veins, considered it for a moment with a cocked ear, and I wondered, vaguely, if I was about to die. “Yo, Kaos,” I said, and the mound of fangs and fur on my back that was Chico couldn’t stop the rolling growl that’d been bubbling ever since we’d entered the evil darkness, adding eerie music to my calling, “Fuck with me right quick.”
Ingrid knew it was wrong to snoop. Then again, she also knew it was wrong to swear, but that rarely stopped her. When she saw a strange mare walking alone into the night, towards a swamp of all places—Ingrid knew about some of the more remote spots in Helovia by now, how else would she have managed to meet the weird magic-giving creatures?—she decided to tag along.
She tried to tell herself it was for the mare's sake, you know, in case there was trouble. Who knew when that obviously well-armed horse might have need of a light-built warmblood with no magic or fighting skills to speak of?
She snorted. Ingrid knew by now that she was a terrible liar. In reality, she'd become more nosy because everyone she'd met so far was either as clueless as she was, or thought they had way more important things to do than tell her what was going on. Eavesdropping wasn't something she took pride in, but if these horses couldn't be bothered to give her the time of day, she didn't exactly feel bad about it either.
She followed her down through the swamp, wishing to the gods that her white patches were on her back instead of on her legs and stomach. This muck would take weeks to come out of her pale coat. What in the world is she doing? she wondered. Then Ingrid caught sight of something she hadn't actually seen before, a giant spike shooting up from the ground. The blue mare stopped and yelled at it.
Chaos again. And just as Isopia had, this mare used it like a name. Ingrid wanted to ask about it, but was slightly more concerned about the fact that the mare was screaming curses at an inanimate object. Maybe it was a good thing she'd followed her after all.
She drew closer, but stayed well out of what she assumed was the range of that sword, "Hey, are you erm, alright?"
Again, she’d come, bidden by some illusionary thread or spectral whisper to stare upon the smooth, black pillar of her Master. It was not uncommon for her to wait here, in the black mire, half her pristine form stained dark with the mud and murk, her gaze occasionally tilting inward, though the eyes were still wide and watching, so that she was but a statue, or an ivory figure occasionally babbling wet, sinister giggles from the depths of her still silence. Here, or in the shadow of the mountain, or the deep belly of the world, where the flames fell from above in a fount of embers… but that is no matter, for she has been roused from her empty staring by the shout of another, and the heavy splashing of their careless hooves.
Her eyes flutter as she returns to herself, slowly blinking her lids down over paper dry eyes that have stared unmoving for some time now. Blinking again, to clarify the image of the bulky wench shouting at her Master’s throne, her lips twitch up into a gleeful smile as another arrives, as if summoned, too, by the shouting.
"Fuck?" giggles and saunters the woman towards the patch-backed hellion in her God’s sacred Marsh; those giggles become staggered guffaws and breathless laughter, the sort that reveals, immediately, that fear must be forced into the heart of a woman such as she, who fears nothing, especially under her Master’s Tall Dark, "you?"
Those chortles are sucked in with a wet, gasping breath, her eyes narrowing, her child-like voice suddenly insidious, with the sharp ring of steel and a razor’s edge, peering from among her unnatural, displaced giggles.
"No, no, no," slowly shakes and tilts the murderous mare’s pale crown, her backward ears wobbling with each cryptic, rolling sway, snake-like; suddenly, she stops, her head wrenching to the right, so that it seems at odds with her neck, as if it were dangling, or broken, "talk, perhaps, but not fuck. If you are serious in your claim, Profane One, then Beloved accepts the challenge of your sword, for the honor of receiving the Undying God’s."
A twisted smile crosses the white witch’s lips; the Undying One, She Who Walks From the Ashes, and whom has known very few who share her… gift.
"She who dies last wins," tells the demoness of the rules, glancing to the third party as suddenly as her head had tilted, its position suddenly righted again in the sway of her slender neck, "you will witness, yes?"
[ OOC: LOL SO BELOVED HAS NO IDEA OBVIOUSLY hahahahahaha also sorry I couldn’t help myself :’D Beloved also can’t help but mess with people in the Marsh, and somehow I think Ingrid's material on her will be A+. Too many wins to pass ]
you've lost your demon.
Tag Beloved, please!
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
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