"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.
the misplaced gargoyle; a restless beast who at first exists as little more than an ebon speck beneath an idling sun. a first-hand assessment that would be considered insulting if he possessed the { f u c k s } to mind. instead he simply travels onward, every poised step a categorical move to further pronounce his strength. each gesture riddled in sin and upheld by the bones which kept him together, the seamless cords that tied one part to the next. beautiful. and why shouldn't he be? this fleshed burden upon the earth, whose eyes are a contrasting violet to the utter black that covers him whole. a truly unyielding color, victim to the sun and fiend to the dark. rumored unholy but really..
who should ever trust a gossip.
he slows, and mockingly comes to the conclusion that the world which now surrounds him resembles a fabled elysian and if it weren't for the fact he were destined for hotter climates he'd feel certain he were dead. no, it's merely too green. the abundant foliage exhausting as he works to ensure that his pointed crown remains untangled. and his feet are so heavy; leaded heels an assaulting force upon the underbrush. crack -- break. victimized cries of every nubile twig and brush that slumps and dies beneath the weight of him.
o o p s.
and still he walks, a vagabond who seeks a reason, the metaphorical light to the end of the tunnel. anything that makes his travels here worthwhile. but then of course, a sound. ears prick forward, air a suctioned force that ripples in and out of flaring nasal cavities. whoever they are he can taste them, serpent tongue a slippery force on velvet kissers that see themselves to a fleeting grin as he seeks out the source of jasmine and musk. or are we hiding?
an amused thought.
cruel impatience.
he maneuvers himself closer to the presumed origin of such a scent, heavy leaded vocals a heralding husk that easily breaks the silence. "it's rude to try and sneak up on someone," and every word is kissed by a slavic touch, lethargically spoken, " - come, there's no point in hiding."
[ ooc: first time roleplaying horses or something of the sort in like 7 years so eep excuse my rustiness ]
12-08-2013, 10:32 PM (This post was last modified: 12-08-2013, 10:34 PM by Faelene.)
ooc;i wanted to say i love your style of writing. Since Faelene can be invisible I thought it would be fun to include that. Welome to Helovia. :3
Silver irises were set upon the blackened hide, but the picture seemed all wrong. A shadow in broad daylight, breathing, living, merely standing among the green. The maiden had never before questioned the truth of her own sight. Neither had she questioned other senses of scent, and hearing. With a dark mask she continued to stare, if he would turn into something unholy. As if the skin that cloaked him only spoke Unicorn. Despite how rude it was to stare, it had been a long time since she had recruited anyone for the Basin. Longer since she used the powers of magic. It was the least to say she was somewhat lost in the ways of life she should return to.
The very moment the red maned looked nothing but of the timbers, and brush that stood behind her. Trusting for the time her magic gifted by rank, the Thief was invisible, and trying to decide about this brute. If it would be worth a try to hold a conversation, or if like many other things she would fail instead. Either way she was given time, and not gawked at in return.
Crash of heavy drums attached to his limbs does he see through it all? Far aware behind himself, heading toward the very place she had paused to stand. A tilt to crown, but a silence to her ever working breaths she waits. Already she can see the stallion's own senses at work, but the lady doesn't flee, nor move. There is curiosity, and faint amusement carried in the soft lines upon her face. They are concealed as the rest of her sturdy frame. It was very tempting to reveal the image of herself before his eyes, before he finds where she is, but Faelene does no such things.
No, it isn't until that deep, foreign voice tumbles forth. Nonchalant, with a light flick of blood colored tail she replies. "Perhaps, but it is more fun and can be of use," the lady answers, letting him ponder over what that could mean, or may not. Knowing he is right about hiding, it's only with a thought the image of the mare pulls itself from the forest canvas. "If you say so." The red maned has on a loose smile, a light glint of mischief to her metal toned eyes. While she is slightly, surprised they are about the same height, and more by the vivid purple gaze those thoughts are not hard to mask. Unlike inner workings she can not hide some charred bits of blood red hair, and the newly patched skin of gray and pink against untouched black that makes her appear like some strange reptile shedding its flesh. Far use to her new appearance she quickly gets to the point of her hiding."Welcome to Helovia, I'm Faelene of the Aurora Basin and I can try to help point you in a new direction or leave you be. Up to you."
Upon the return to my family, I have considered myself useless, and have therefore decided that I will be as useful as possible and help us grow. I can feel the bright yellow gaze of Clown-face as she scolded me for bringing the oafish Oxy back to the dense marsh. That horrendous, imprisoning stare is almost enough to make the hair along my spine raise. Though the stallion has made himself useful and known in our band, I cannot help but regret the decision when his attitude flares; those fucking plants he eats, they have done nothing but keep him trapped in a self-destructive cycle. A soft sigh rolls from my dark nostrils at the thought of my psychotic family members.
Dark hooves pick across the grass-padded earth with silent ease, long legs carrying me at a swift walk as I wander deeper and deeper into the forest of strangers. So many vulgar scents unravel in the cool air, filling my lungs and brain with images of what and who may be here. My right eye twitches uncontrollably for a moment, causing me to drop my skull and shake it violently before I am able to concentrate. The amount of involuntary twitching my body has been undergoing for the short amount of time has been driving me absolutely crazy. I chuckle to myself quietly; maybe they will cause me to go insane!
Pausing in my tracks, I allow my white and cream stained hair to fall over the right side of my neck like silk, the small knots hidden away in the layers. A deep breath is drawn in, my lungs filling slowly as I simultaneously lift my antlered crown high into the air. Dark ears rotate forward, my skull dropping back to a comfortable level when I catch the deep, gravely voice. I stand alert, listening in on the apparent conversation in order to grasp the words. But there is no immediate return..
Glazed violet eyes reach out toward the voice, but there is nothing visible through the thicket of underbrush and numerous trees. Curiously, I wander toward the -now apparent- voices, pristine hooves lifting high over the winding traps of both weeds and berry vines. Now the bodies begin to come into view just as the charcoal figure, draped in red, seems to agree with something. Her attention is fixed on a slightly larger, though much thicker, brute. Each of the bodies produces a single horn that juts from their skulls.
The mare -who's name I did not catch- states that she is from the Aurora Basin, a land that I have neither visited nor heard of. Her crimson hair mesmerizes me as I emerge from the comfort of personal space, my left eye twitching before I pause far from the left of the mare. "Allow me to introduce myself," my rough vocals often times seem off to strangers; years of screaming rather than speaking really fucks with your throat. "I am Agrona." I am here to represent my family, The Asylum! No, that will be kept for later on, if the stallion is to take any interest in my arrival.
Light hued tail begins to swing back and forth, brushing the back of my long legs occasionally, strands of hair winding around my ankles. "You are much too striking for something to not be wrong with you, stallion." A coy smile crawls up my dark lips, violet gaze set on him eagerly. The mass of his body reminds me of the drug-seeking fool I had last recruited, but this one is much cleaner and not shriveling into a skeleton.
Tagged: @[Zvesdan] and Faelene
"Speak." Walk walk
AgronA
i swear there's no more silver lining
cause i'm all out of breath