"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.
“Shouldn’t.”
He’s not wrong. His voice is so quickly becoming the logic in her head, and nothing about that sentence seems right when really thought about, but Hobgoblin has mostly been right these past few times. The ridicule she can withstand, but his mind has aged into maturity til there is no longer the blindness of a mad man.
No, Hobgoblin has given up that life after seeing the worst of it through her, and left her to be the one who is blind. “No, I don’t think you understand. I ha-” Force builds up in her voice before his roars forth to cut her off. It strangles her with a gentle hand and soothes her into silence. A long sigh drifts from her as the obvious tension in her body relieves, everything visibly sinking until she is standing still, head in the air with eyes clutched shut, horn reaching to pierce the sky as the Sun shines down on them with the laziest of warmths. Hobgoblin stands idle, closer to the shrines, turned with them to face her.
Together, they look like a priestess arguing with her patron.
What a funny thought that is, thinking back to how their bond has built itself up. “Hobgoblin understand. Hobgoblin know. You, Hobgoblin, share head. Hobgoblin know You.” “Then why do you think that I shouldn’t be doing this?” Words fly out of her mouth in the same way that a snake lunges for the kill. Hobgoblin is left to reel, yanking his fanged head backwards and scowling away from her sight.
It doesn’t do much good to hide behind the lack of meat on his bones. Anger steams from vents as his patience wears thin, but most of it comes from her. Sikeax has fallen into a tortured reality of fearing for her children in every way possible when it can almost be assured that they are fine.
Well, except Zhu. “Hobgoblin, I’m scared for him. What if he’s not okay? What if he’s hurt and too far for help, trapped or lost? What then?”
And Hobgoblin cannot give a response for the mother’s torment audible in her whispering. Sadness hugs them tightly til they weep in its arms, clutched hard in her chest. He has taken part in raising each of her children, yes, but because he has no womb to carry them in, no breast to nurse them upon, or the compassion she holds so feverishly, he cannot understand the horror of losing a child.
It’s not to say that he doesn’t love and care for each of them, but it’s not in the way that Sikeax does.
And when there’s nothing else to be argued over, Sikeax steps forth with seaweed held firmly in her mouth, dropping it in front of what’s left of the Earth God’s shrine. “Just because one God forsook me at the mercy of what used to be my family doesn’t mean that I have to give up on another.”
She can't come complain when the silence comes rolling in.
OOC: screams because it's t I M E AT LAST
Hobgoblin is in his wendigo form