"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.
I wasn't sure what I was doing. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to be doing. Grief was every part of my frame, but I couldn't be sure. There was a sickening feeling, the way that all the memories seemed to cling to my soul and drag me down. Memories of pain and loss - mirroring the emotions that were spinning around me, spinning through me.
Would I ever find a way to be whole again? Would I ever manage to pull myself together enough to make things right? Would I ever be that person who everyone thought I was? Would I ever be able to be that strong leader? Would I ever be myself?
I wasn't sure where my hooves were dragging me. I wasn't sure where the clicking of the hooves were headed but I didn't care. Perhaps if I headed out into the darkness I would be able to make them stop worrying about me. Perhaps I would be able to feel like I didn't care - like I didn't have to exist. Was that where my body was dragging me? I didn't feel it until the shift in my weight placed me on an incline, and I blinked the tears away from my eyes. Finally, I began to peer out, taking in the shadows that were looming in the sky around the cave, the darkness that was emanating from every pore.
Today was as good of a day to die as any. Perhaps if I just kept moving I would be able to hide myself from the world. But I doubted it. And, when I heard the sound of more hooves clicking along the stone of the caverns I felt my body freeze, not even two steps from heading outside - from disappearing into the shadows.
Alleo will find you and murdering you for doing this to yourself. You can't leave. But I don't know if it's that thought that keeps me anchored to the ground - the thought that someone cares - or if it is just the fear of having someone watch me as I try to go...
He strides, a lone soul to haunt these caverns. He's desperately trying to find Lakota, trying to check in on her in the least. He wants to make sure she's okay, and not trying to find Ktulu in the darkness, or anything else. He was mellowing out during these days of confinement, finding it harder and harder to think while trapped in the caverns. So many horses were packed into the underground, making Locket sometimes feel like he was being suffocated by the cramped spaces some days. It was difficult for him to escape the eyes of others, feeling uncomfortable under the watch of everyone.
He slips through the shadows, light bathing his side as lava illuminates the caves. His rusty colored body is turned into an intensely saturated red, basking in vibrant oranges, yellows and reds. He glances at a pale figure at the moving for the mouth of the cave, body freezing as his hoofsteps echo in the cavern. He realizes how close she is to the entrance of the cave, his heart suddenly racing a thousand miles a minute. "W-wait! Ma'am, please, don't go any farther!" He wails, accented words bounding off the rock walls of the caves. The stallion races closer to the "Don't do that! You'd die if you go out there, or you'd become one of..." He swallows, unable to finish his sentence. Approaching her, Locket gets a better look at the mare's face. He lowers his muzzle, trying to press her shoulder to show that he was there to help her. He tries to push her back from the darkness, but only if she was willing to cooperate.
He gazes at her, a solemn expression on her face. "I can't lose another soul to the shadows.." He murmurs, gazing at her with dull eyes as he thinks of his former Chieftess and the beast that attacked her. He struggles to hold back his pain, but fails as his breath gets shaky. "M-my name is Locket, yours?" He gazes at her, leafy gems softening as he looks at the pale girl.
"talk talk talk"
And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.
I was frozen. My mind trying to find an escape from the mess of emotions that had been flooding my system. But, it is the hoof steps that keep me frozen in place. The darkness is my friend. The darkness means I don't have to think. The darkness means that I can just let everything be that I don't want to deal with. And the darkness outside this cave only looks more and more appealing the longer I stare at it.
But a voice breaks through my thoughts. Telling me to wait - to not to go any farther. His words bounce around the walls and I am pinning my ears back in shock. Why? Why should I not go any farther. His frame is coming closer, I can tell without even looking from the hoof beats that get louder, and I can tell from the way that the vibrations spread across the cave. He says I'll die if I go out there, or that something else might happen. But. Wouldn't it be better than what it was right now? Would I be far better off like that? I thought so. And, it is when these thoughts are running through my head that I feel his muzzle pressing up against my shoulder. Strength is used to start to push me back. And, as I allow my limbs to start to take me back down the hill and into the confines of the caves.
He's watching me, a broken? expression upon his face. It didn't really matter though, because I could at least feel that his muscles were tensing from something similar enough to anxiety. He says he can't lose another soul to the shadows, and dull eyes meet the same dull gaze. His breath starts to shake a little and all I can do is tilt my head to the side a little. He offers his name and I'm unable to return the favor. But, I would be able to recall his name for whenever I was able to speak. I stumble back a few steps, looking up at him and allowing my ears to drop a little bit. My mouth opens to speak, but it is once again like I'm choking myself. No words yet. it isn't TallSun, even if it felt like it should be.
Rasta. I'm Rasta. But no one can guess that off of charades...
She freezes, still as stone, listening to the rusty steed's command. He lets loose a grateful smile, pillars moving swiftly to carry him towards her, hoping that in this time she didn't move outside, but instead listen to his words and sink back into the caverns. She just stands there, unmoving as he approaches her.
Locket presses his pale lips to her shoulder, using his strength to nudge her back down into the caves. The shadows reach out eagerly for him, shadows kissing at his heels as he follows her back down the slope, biting at his flesh. It wanted to consume him, to turn him into a monster, but he was smart, he was clever, the shadows could not have him.
Our solemn gazes collide, and he can do nothing as he falls victim to the dull, broken expressions that dance across her features, the images of pain flickering in her eyes. He swallows, finding his heart being poked and prodded by her eyes, those pale blue eyes that show her story. There is much to be seen, so little to be told. Something dark looms above their heads, Locket's dull gaze drawing away for fear he will fall, his kingdom will crumble if he stares any deeper.
When a name if offered, no name is returned. Instead an expression showing loss as lips open, yet nothing escapes. She acts as though she was going to speak, yet something was holding her from it. Locket has met a few who are like her, unable to speak with sound, with a voice. They are muted, a select few who cannot talk their mind, but instead are cursed to leave their opinions unspoken. Taking a deep breath, Locket offers a smile, gazing at her with understanding green eyes. "You cannot talk, can you?" He waits a moment, the speaks. "The reason I stopped you— is because I've seen what the darkness does. A close comrade of mine was taken by the darkness, before my very eyes. I can't bear to see anyone else fall victim to the shadows." He inhales, holding back the tears that dare show their little faces to the world.
"talk talk talk"
And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.
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