"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.
Ophelia held felt her cold fury flare again at Archibald's words which could have gotten them all killed. Did he not know of Deimos' power? Could he not feel the promise of sweet and tempting death washing over the air just around his gray figure? What would possibly possess him to threaten those who were paying them for a contract? All of this sounded too much like Ktulu and her personal views on matters, and Ophelia was growing far too tired and cold to tolerate her sister and her right had man with their vendettas and relationships.
The Grey took payment for contracts without bias and little question unless it was to ensure the safety of their own. Personal relationships had to be put aside, something her sister seemed obviously incapable of doing. The very name of their group implied no fealty to the light or worship to the dark, but a residence in the middle, in a place where feelings, desires, right and wrong blurred into lack of question.
What were these transaction plans Ktulu had discussed with Archibald and not herself? Ophelia could rape either of their minds, and never before had she been tempted to so sorely. The rage that pulsed through her veins was like breaking ice over a frozen lake, bathing her in a lack of feeling that in itself held the juxtaposition of rage.
Phi had ignored d'Artagnan's quip for fear that she would act on impulse and tear the one whole horn still left on his skull to avenge the mere thought of pulling out Mesec's feathers. A tightness pursed her lips before she had turned to Deimos who seemed even more angry at Archibald's threat. The Basin was not their enemy, and they never had been. Ophelia could not judge them for their desire to remain with their own kind, knowing the heartache of never being able to belong wholly to either side. However, d'Artagnan's words could not be ignored, and she could not entirely trust that any action they could take would not lead to tyranny against those she loved, winged and bare headed.
Ophelia's entire body had stiffened in that moment, only relieved when Psyche offered to join them and renegotiate the contract with Ktulu. The power she held in her own land should not be underestimated, and while she was on Foothill's soil, Ophelia would protect her as fiercely as she was able. "Thank you, Psyche," were the only words she had offered in that moment, the only she could speak rationally. "I am going there now. You are welcome to join in my company," she invited before backing away from the borders and taking the pathway toward the south.
The seasons seemed to have changed since that moment. Snow had fallen across the lands, even turning her home into a pristine village of white. Her hoofprints lightly dotted the snow with two clover shapes, tail swinging naturally behind her while Tinek sailed through the skies. For once, the familiarity of the Foothills was not uplifting to her soul, and she stared at the landscape through bitter eyes and with a tensed jaw.
Once inside her borders, she moved into the shelter of the mountains and called for Ktulu, rage building with every second this matter remained unresolved.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
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[O] Renegotiation [Ktu/Archi/Psych+others]
