"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.
One moment he charged headlong against a living mountain. The next, the ground wasn't where he had expected, but lower than planned. His feet, as though in slow motion, stretched to make contact with the sand - and the earth came rushing back up towards him, pressing into the soles like it wished to launch him skywards.
It was unexpected, and he was not experienced enough to compensate for lost traction, not knowledgeable enough to expect the earth to rebel beneath his feet.
Cathun stumbled and sidestepped in a desperate effort to maintain his balance, but in doing so he also lost momentum. What he had intended as a rattling impact of flesh against flesh was reduced to a mere shoulder bump, a blow that with the added power of Gaucho's shove made the colt bounce back with ringing ears and the shock of impact echoing through his left shoulder. He couldn't even say whether it hurt or not yet, his mind felt numb, incapable of processing just what was going on. The shock only grew when his snapping teeth actually clamped down around flesh, red between chomping ivories, so unexpected that the colt forgot to hang on and actually let go immediately.
It wasn't consideration towards the bitten stallion, for sure, because somewhere beneath the overwhelmed fog in his head Cathun felt pride stir and grow, feeding the smoldering flame. No, it was something closer to fright, though it would take a long time and plenty of reluctance before he was able to admit it. Compared to letting go, the consequences of holding on and remaining so close to the big, brutish ruler... would surely be terrifying.
His current situation wasn't much better, however. Much like Gaucho had planned all the momentum of the grullo was gone, absorbed by earth and wind and red muscles. Even as he sucked in a breath of air Cathun registered the reality of it, absorbed the positions of himself and the opponent, strained to find a solution to the problem. Trapped, caught in a clincher between descending antlers and wings of fire. Pain was sure to greet him regardless of what option he chose - pain of blunt bone scraping down his skin, pain of searing heat lapping against the face, pain of lost pride if he turned on his heels and ran.
The latter was not even an option.
Even though he was inexperienced, the son of the Silverthorn had a few things going for him. He had confidence, a belief that he would make it even in a situation where every turn was new to him, he was not afraid of pain, and in one thing the Ascended had miscalculated. Cathun did not recoil in the face of fire; he was fire!
Black hooves dug deep into the sand and gained traction, halting his movement in any direction but forward. While the momentum gained was gone, he was still fresh on his feet, still strong and agile enough to provide the power needed. Gathering the strength of long, springy hind-quarters Cathun launched himself forward in a buck, straight towards the burning wing that blocked his path, hoping to barrel into it and press it downwards. Even as he moved through the air he felt the ghost of intent whisper over him, followed by the blunt bite of decorative crowns into the let side of his chest. They scraped down the side, bounced over the ribs and left a trail of ice cold heat in their wake, a jagged scrape that would surely bruise and bother him for days. Ah, but. If that was the only injury he sustained after this spar, Cathun would still count himself lucky. He could, no would endure!
As his front legs regained contact with the ground Cathun forced his rear legs up in a blind kick, hoping to hit something at least. Then he tried a twisting motion of the barrel, hoping to swing his rear end to the right and away from any biting teeth or scraping hooves. Assuming he had pushed himself right into the crook of Gaucho's wing the colt sought to place another bite, this time aimed at the joint where the wing protruded from the red shoulder.
Excitement rose within him as he aimed and struck, a quivering, trembling joy laced with the red-hot flame of passion. This was fun! This was incredible. He was straining and sweating and hurting to the point where he had forgotten all about the landscape around them, but even so Cathun had never felt more alive. It was as though the day had grown twice as bright, twice as hot, as though he might drown in the drumming of his own heart.
He didn't want it to end.
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PC: 2/3
WC: 791
Summary: Cathun stumbles and smack into Gaucho's shoulder with reduced force, is pushed back and a step to the right from the collision. Instead of backing he launches himself forward into Gaucho's left wing in a buck (leap, land front, kick), then tries to swing the backside around until he stands with head facing Gaucho's left side. He takes damage from the antlers on the left side of his chest, over the ribs, while bucking. He then aim a bite towards the joint where wing and chest meet.
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Stoke the fire, let it burn [Cathun vs Gaucho]
