"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.
08-23-2012, 09:50 PM (This post was last modified: 08-25-2012, 08:56 PM by Cassiopeia.)
Cassiopeia
trust your heart if the seas catch fire
Over the sound of the booming, thrashing waters, between heartbeats and the whispering symphony of the wind there was a faint, muffled sound, like the frail patter of cloudburst against a tree's waxy canopy, soft and serene. It was like the airy trill of an undertone voice; as soft as the tenuous downfall of a butterfly's gossamer wings, and yet it was strident in the vaguest of manners. It was a silvery voice, coated in lavender and sweet, dulcet tones.
The sound was that of a gentle heartbeat, coming from somewhere within her, though the cadence was far to feeble to be her own. In a very intimate, maternal way - one that only a fellow mother may comprehend, maybe - a certain delicate hint of knowledge had been unveiled to her, more or less. Behind the darkened cloak of her eyes - although her body rested, intertwined with the dark form of her devout lover - her mind was far from dormant. She had realized a stark augury. A child - their child - now grew within her belly, the result of their initially frivolous display of amorousness and devotion. Her eyes fluttered open. Before her unfurled a gilded plain of amber and a vast expanse of blue.
Her head rose with her limbs sprawled out beneath her, her side lateral along the granular terrain below. She gazed out across the horizon, the golden line at the end of the world. It seem impossible that she would hear the heartbeat of a child so early, but not a single trace of incredulity shrouded her outlook. Doubtless, it was her fore-seeing ability that gave her such certainty. Silence and tranquility bathed the land around her and as she turned to embrace her lover with eyes of soft, viridian cyan she felt a smile curl her lips in a semi-arc.
She shifted her body to get a better view of him: this stallion she admired whole heartedly. He was so peaceful as deep, content slumber encompassed his psyche. She leaned over, placing her muzzle upon her broad barrel, breath pouring from her nostrils before forming her lips into an equine-esque kiss. The memories, the feelings, the divine connection they shared, all flooded back into her consciousness as the stiff hairs upon her maw bristled against his hide. He seemed to hardly notice, the only response a swift twitch of his ear. The roan dame giggled faintly to herself. How could anything get better than this?
The great amber disk that was the sun slowly crept into the velvety cerulean of the morning sky, igniting the atmospheric canvas with a play of lustrous colors. The memory of his touch still lingered through her nerves as the sea's liquid lips gently kissed her ankles.
She moved her body so her head might rest upon his side, the capillary strands of her mane falling lightly over his form. She didn't wish for him to awaken just yet, and so for a long while she sat in this position, thinking, silently observing, pondering the life that would soon cause her belly to swell. Her heart felt light as air.
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