"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.
Maybe, just maybe, his worrying was unnecessary. Onni was strong; she was powerful; she was a pegasus with the glorying light of the sun dripping from her coat. It was he who needed help during the treacherously dark times, he who was the craven boy who ran with his tail between his legs. Not Onni, with her sparkling eyes and her wonderful hope- but he missed her. He missed them all, all of his Helovian ladies, beautiful women he counted as friends: Lena, Huyana, Frost Fyre, Shadow, and Onni. No, not really Frost Fyre, who made him feel vaguely uncomfortable but who he was glad to know as safe in the caverns.
But in any case he wanted to see them, all of them. Now.
And what if one of them were hurt? His dear, lovely friends, lying broken, swallowed, devoured by the darkness that was outside?
He crawled from the bowels of the earth, into shadow, finding bravery in his yellow-bellied cowardice. It was time to redeem himself (though he did not think of it that way)- time to find those he loved and cherished, to make sure they were okay. They could not be wraiths, they just couldn't, but maybe they were lost. He could help them to the Underground, where he wasted so many of his days shedding tears. It was time for his courage. Of course, it did help the darker did not lie so thick; it made him breathe a little easier, move more confidently.
The boy traveled quickly, first to the place he had known as the Veins of the Gods.
If he were lost out here, that's where he would go: to be near the gods, to ask for their guidance. Carnesîr did not like the whispers that curled around him, the rustling of what he could not see in the corners of his eyes- but nothing leaped to attack him (he was glad for that) and while he did not dawdle, he did not hurry as he normally would have. He kept eyes peeled and nostrils clear in case he might find one of them, or see them, or scent them on the frigid breeze. Sometimes he called for them in elvish peals, their names the only distinguishable part of any babbling sentence.
There was no luck.
It was in silence, on a cool, star-lit night, that he ascended the path towards the gods' palace, hoping beyond hope for a sign of his friends. Let them be here, he prayed, eyelids squeezed shut in his determination. Let them be safe. Up and up he went.
There was no one waiting for him.
And he closed his eyes, hoped again, and opened them- no one. Again and again he tried, attempting to use a power he knew was not there (he could not teleport them, and it was folly to try.) It smelled of salt and brine- not like dust and sweat and warm horse, like Shadow, not spring blossoms and snow, like Lena, not dust and photosynthesis, like Onni. It seemed like misery and decay and death, 'cause fuck them, they weren't here.
He wants to cry, but he sobbed his heart out a long time ago. No, he would do something useful, pray to the gods he wasn't sure he believed in.
"Please, let them be safe," Carnesîr sighs, letting the wind steal the words away. "Please, Sun God- I know Onni loves you. Let her be safe. And Shadow too, she lives in your home... I don't want them to get hurt. It's dark and cold and vile out here- let them be safe! Lord of Time, Spark God, Huyana and Lena and Frost Fyre live in your basin, your mountain land. Let them be healthy and strong- stronger than me. Stronger than fucking me. I am weak and small and little and unimportant- I don't care. Just let them all be safe. Onni, Shadow, Frost Fyre, Lena, Huyana..."
He keeps their names close to his heart; even if they're cold, maybe, just maybe, they could feel the heat of his passion for them.
Image Credits thanks to tamme for the table base
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[P] a prayer for my friends
