"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.
Jorogumo The sun is old on water, yearling flakes came whirling by.
Jorogumo was growing, now she had hormones, she had emotions. Being a child was tiring enough, but here she was now an adolescent, which might be one step higher than being a child. The spider was an orphaned, unsupervised adolescent which was bound to lead to disaster. The morning had been spent brooding and contemplating various ways one could kill a hornless, noontime had led to lunch and more brooding, and as the day shifted into afternoon her second brooding session was coming to a close. The adolescent spider was bored and was ready for new games to play.
She crept out of her cave and came prancing down into the central area of the Basin. The sun had began to return and she found that there wasn’t the same permafrost that covered the land. Instead, snow had begun to melt away and reveal grass. For awhile she spent eating, she did seem to be doing that quite often nowadays. There was never enough to fill her stomach. That of course meant she had to be growing. Jorogumo sure hoped that was the case, her body was developing, but it was in the midst of that awkward stage. She could remember the long legs of her mother and her fine feminine curves, and if there was one thing that she could say she wanted of her mother, it was her body. There was power in beauty, just as there was in knowledge and clever words.
As the girl shoved aside thoughts on self-esteem and bodies she caught another’s scent. A smirk caught on her lips and she found a way to kill her boredom. The spider trotted over toward the individual and frowned at the sight of them. “You’re rather fat and big aren’t you?” She commented flatly. “Weird horn to.”
The beast had been wondering the herd-lands once again his twisted mind dragging through the mud. Thoughts of mutiny and anarchy scuffled and fought within his deep skull. The hulking stud longed for power lower soldiers to command; to push around like pawns. Thoughts of the mare he had spent time with the night before fought for position among strong ambitions. In the end his training pushed the power hungry thoughts away and left him with images of the small roan mare. She would bare him his first foal, 'With any luck she'll have a son for me.' He thought almost bitterly, then rolled his massive shoulders before dropping his head to graze on the freshly exposed grass.
Even before the foal approached the beast knew she was there, but thought if he ignored her she would carry on her way. He grumbled softly as the foal came closer, but he continued to graze, eyeing her dark coat and white eyes with a feeling like curiosity. 'Is she blind as well?' He thought silently, surely not since she had found her way to him easily enough.
Her words made his great horned cranium lift to gaze into the white orbs. His long scarlet locks falling with years of practice over the beast's only weakness; well in his eyes anyway. Instead of taking great offence to her words the stud let his thunderous laughter ring aloud. His voice was a cold dangerous avalanche, "Tiny awkward foals should learn their place and hold their tongue." He lifted his head and snorted softly before continuing, "Maybe you're the weird one foal. Now, tell me your name." His bright sunflower orb sparked, with something much like playfulness as he took in the odd dark foal.
"Talking"’Thoughts’
Words: 291 @[Jorogumo]
OOC: Sorry it took so long!
Jorogumo The sun is old on water, yearling flakes came whirling by.
Jorogumo frowned at the stallion’s laughter. All adults did was laugh, taunt, and jeer because she was young. This brute was added to the list of those she would one day crush beneath her feet. One ear swiveled back slightly, but her irritation wasn’t written in any other feature. Then the stallion laughed and as soon as the words came from his mouth she rolled her eyes.
“Hulking idiots should be careful who they insult, and I’d be careful to mention my place because it is thousands of feet above you.” Jorogumo sneered back. If he wished to throw insults she would toss them right back at him. The spider had a tongue as sharp as her wit and she wasn’t afraid to stab this fool between the ribs. All idiots were good for was to bleed out. “My name? I’m afraid you are unworthy to have my name pass from your tongue. Besides, Mama always told me never to trust a stranger.”
She paced around him in a predatory manner, her pale eyes narrowed and analytical. The spider was scanning him, analyzing his every fiber. Finally the spider stopped before him and met his gaze, her expression challenging. Would he be weak and turn his eyes away or could he look into the rotten soul of the dark child? At the very least she hoped this brute would be strong not weak and stupid. For a long moment she simply stood there in silence, staring up at the draft and for a moment thought she would wander off, but she decided she would play with a bit. Not games of chase and tag of course, but word games, mind games, ones that would leave this numbskull left feeling confused and idiotic.
“Weird is not a word I would use for me,” Jorogumo said breaking her long silence. “Unique is always what I have been called. Though I personally would call myself utsukushii would be my preference.” A smirk passed over her lips as her parent’s language rolled off her tongue. She never would be fluent, but she had picked up a large array of words throughout the brief time she had spent at her mother’s side.
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