"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.
comets fell from the sky,
I took your breath, you took my sorrow
Her tone cuts, deep into his heart where all his barriers crumble to her familiarity. For a moment he is frozen in time, in space, cradled in a zone where he feels no pain just before the strike cuts him down. At first, he's merely left breathless. Why? And he could rationalize it, could patiently weather her storm as he has everything in his god forsaken life. It is what he does. He is the rock, the Aurelight, guiding others out of their storms while weathering his own in crippled silence. A quiet part of him tells him to, because he cannot do this to her, not when she is already so burdened by grief. But what of my own? What of me? Where is her patience, god damn it? And he breathes out.
Everything goes fucked up after that.
It's laughable that Isopia ever found even a molecule of kinship in him for his more worldly view, and he would laugh at himself too for how he breaks upon this one last stone. Too heavy a burden at last for him to carry. Years upon years of silence and servitude, caring for those who did nothing but lash out at him, and he finally breaks. Whirls upon the girl of flame and cinder for how she burns him - you fucking burn everything, this is all your fault - and he is a monster cradled unfairly in the flesh of the gentle man he used to be. Useless, broken, and he CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE.
"You know nothing of grief, you insolent child," he spat, and static begins to build in his feathers and on his skin. He's off the rails, completely unburdened by logic, resorting to nothing but primordial anger and disappointment. Wings raise up near his nape, bristling as he draws himself to his full height. A generally unused, happily comfortable pose that rises to tower in his fury. "You've lived barely a fraction the time I have, and you ask me what I know of grief?" His voice is like thunder, and clouds stir overhead as the static storm rises, pressuring humidity down upon them as it begins to crackle against his hide. A worn veteran pushed too far, valiant heart too weary to be gold any longer. Tarnished and rusted.
"I held my sister while she suffered a slow end over countless seasons, I killed my own traitorous family without flinching because I was told to, because I was nothing more than a body, a vehicle of death." He forces himself to move away from her, if only because he's too terrified of what he'll do if he doesn't. What have you turned into? It echoes in his head only to be swallowed by the demon that has lived inside him all his life, dormant through force of will alone. You've finally become what you always lied to yourself about being. A monster. "I lost my best friend on a raid coming back from the Throat with your mother, who I also lost! I lost Mirage, I lost Lace, I lost SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW!" His pride, his heritage, his land, his people, his friends and family.
His storm is violent but he keeps it, in some locked delirium, against his skin. Already causing enough damage? the voice inside him cackles. "I was here," he snarled, and he means that with his entire force both soul and body. Teeth are bared and face scrunched into something animalistic, so far from 'Kaj' that it shouldn't even be called by the same name. "I was here, you ungrateful brat," is hissed like poison, because he had devoted himself to her, had helped her through her stumbling steps as a child and as a Sultana. She had only ever needed to ask for him and he would be there, but he wasn't enough for her high standards. "Mourn over his cold corpse if you want!" And the sound of the lightning goes dead all at once. "That's all he is now, and apparently all I am to you as well." It's cold, but inside he feels no regret, if only because he is so far numbed to his own reactions that he can't quite formulate a proper response to his own downward spiral.
I wish you'd had your mother's tongue, he thinks vilely inside his head, but even that is too cruel a blow to place even after all the devastation he is sure to have caused.
He whirls to face Isopia, a behemoth with an ice of stone. Toil too close to stone and you become stone yourself, the voice cackles gleefully. "You did the right thing." Surely she would never look at him the same again, either. And then he turns and marches away, a receding storm, broken down into nothing by those who had always taken his love and patience and kindness for granted.