"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.
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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.
This will be my last confession
I love you never felt like any blessing
You know how sometimes the world takes you on a ride and all you can do is to hnag on for dear life, even when you wish it would just all stop. You get no time to breathe, no time to think and even less time to figure out what the hell is happening. Quinn wished she could stop it all now, just for a second so she could pull herself together and face what must be done. But a beating heart never waits for anyone and neither does time, so she just lay there, breathing in and out as waves of pain flushed through her.
The time was here. Finally. All those days she'd been walking around, being nothing more than a vessel for the growing life inside her womb, was at an end. A new chapter wrote itself, clouding her thoughts in a fear that shook the very core of her being. She could do nothing, only keep breathing and focus on the task ahead.
It's a good thing that nature is so strong within us and our primal part take control. It kept her panic at bay and told her when to push and when to relax. In the mids of her suffering to keep her promise, she understood. She understood the need to pass on the genes and blood to a new generation and fill the empty mind that would soon appear, with memories of a time long gone. This was nothing - nothing compared to the trials she would face when her flesh and blood walked the earth. It would break her heart, build it up and break it down again. She knew all too well that scars left on the heart never heals as fast as scars in the flesh.
So she gathered her will and strength as she gave a final push and let the fears of the future fill the space in her womb. It was not easy, but she lifted her head to see what a miracle lay there in her fluids. The smell of her newborn kicked her instincts into overdrive and she tried to get on her feet to do her duties, but nature was not finished yet.
The same pain grabbed a hold of her and as her head found the ground, a different kind of fear took possession of her body.
"Something is wrong"
The words was no more than a whisper as they left her trembling lips. Her eyes closed as the truth flared before her and she began to push again.
It was like she was in a nightmare, fighting for her sanity and the life of her second foal. She had no energy or time to look after her firstborn daughter and it hurt. With a cry she became empty and the air filled her lungs again. Another smell rose into the air as she tried to get up and both shock and relief washed through her. A son. She had given life to both a son and a daughter, both laying on the ground, boundled together. They were so beautiful, like little angel warriors, ready to make the world theirs.
So she smiled and breathed before she became the one thing she never thought she would be: a mother to twins. Her and Nato's twins.
Something was wrong; something twisted and wriggled through the air with time and urgency. But he couldn’t place a hoof on exactly what was weighing so heavy on his heart, tugging at his intuition. Perhaps it was time, for the birth of his new blood to be splayed upon the earth. The stallion couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to carry around another living being for months on end, and how annoying that must be to waddle around like a heifer across the plains of the Edge. A smile tugged as his lips as he walked through the misty mountain base, hoping that his child would just be healthy, and carry his strength upon the world.
His pace was limited but firm as he danced through the spring grasses, hooves making a solid connection with the ground as he gazed upon the horizon with pride. The scent of blood lusted through the air, filling his lungs and sending his senses wild. He paused and elevated his crown to the sky as he gazed around, crimson eyes gazing upon the pale faced mare who lay upon the ground with her bundle of joy fresh upon the earth shrouded in black silk.
"Quinn!" He shouted, but softly in surprise. He had missed it, her pain, her troubles and the birthing of … wait a moment.
Crimson eyes fell silently to the trail of moisture, the black jumbled mess that lay before him, patches of white dotted across a body, another set of hooves. Velvet lips lowered and brushed against the skin of his painted daughter, and this his eyes gazed upon the outline of his son. Twins. The joy that flooded his veins, would have filled the world with a boom of laughter, but he remained silence. Inside he was dancing on cloud nine, a son and a daughter!
"Twins! Quinn! You’re a mother of two!" He beamed with joy as he leaned down and nudged against his children. Oh he couldn’t be happier to stand here watching over them as the morning sun peaks over the mountains in the distance.
Ooc: so yeah it only took me a million years to reply. I’m so sorry. Work/Tornado recovery have me bogged down. So I’m working on getting these up as fast as I can.
Today was no ordinary day, the darkness that once surrounded her now beamed of blinding light. It was disturbing, and stressful, it was different and colder than before. Shoved from the womb, her dark prison had finally released her into the world, and now the urges of exhaustion flooded her lungs. Oculars remained clamped shut; nostrils heaved out fluid and pulled in oxygen for the first time. The sweet smells of summer, the enriched aroma of flora and the mountains, all still remain unseen but noticed. Trembling legs of ivory flush against a bodice of obsidian, as white patches under her belly and across the underside of her haunches. Soft peach hooves shifting lazily in a struggle to gain her bearings, slick coat creaming against the sunlight as she listened.
Dual toned lobes, one of ghost and the other of midnight flopped helplessly upon her delicate skull. White bolds her face, save for the dark mirroring patches on either side, with a black spiral horn resting delicately upon her forehead. She was a beautiful sight to behold, a looker by standards and endorsed with unique white markings. Eyes of violet speckled in a mixture of crimson and sapphire, squinted to the world around her.
Confused and fussy, her nostrils flared in a wheeze, doing her best to rid of the fluid within them as her head lifted from the ground her blurry vision rested upon the tall shadow of a creature, his voice a comfort as she had heard it within the depths of her mother’s womb. The soft touch of his muzzle against her moist coat was soothing, encouraging her to be closer. A groan mayhap a grunt fluttered between her lips as she shifted her weight, wobbling back and forth upon the soft lush greens. It was her Birthday, the dawn of a new age with a magnificent heritage.
"Talking." 'Thinking.' tags // - @[Ares] @[Quinn] wordcount // - 311 ooc // - First post with my painted, purple eyed beauty. <3
This will be my last confession
I love you never felt like any blessing
She was in a daze. Not even Nato's voice or presence was able to make her understand just how much her life had changed. She feared for them, for their lives and their future, as she realized she had no control anymore. As she got to her feet to clean them off and imprint their smell in her mind, she discovered her beloved. "Nato" she whispered with a smile on her maw. "I give you a son and a daughter, made in our image. May they grow up and become strong and fierce." It was a prayer she had heard as a young filly, a prayer spoken by all the new mom's of the Hiria, to wish their newborns the best life possible before they were taken away. With a sight of what could be relief, she lowered her head and began to clean the most precious things she owned.
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The colt wanted to go back, back to the warm and cosy place he had grown to love. Now everything was so bright it hut to open his eyes. But as his blood was of those who did not give up too easily, he forced them open with a little cough of his lungs. The clear blue pool on his left side made him look like his mother, and as he turned his head to look around this strange new world, the apperance of his sire was apparent. He gave a little cry to clean his lungs before he sought after the one thing that reminded him of the time in the darkness. It was not there, but the wet tongue over his body made him relax.
It was weird and scary and not at all pleasant to be thrown out into this place without a notice. And what was these long things sticking to his belly? He looked at them as he tried to make his brain work out a solution to his problem. No, he did not like this place and the two big things staring at him from above kind of scared the shit out of him. So he tried to find the place he had spend most of his time, which was under his sister, but for some odd reason, it was difficult to move. Weird noises escaped his lungs in a cry for help and comfort, but as newborn as he was, it must have looked more cute than urgent.
OOC- Had to answer with both Quinn and Ares in the same post :)
Violet eyes peeped open, the bright blur of blue and greens reflecting upon her pupils as she strained to gain her view. Where are you brother? Dazed and confused she wondered to herself as her vision slowly came to a violent clarity. Sapphire pools flecked in crimson blended together in a soft glowing violet, sweet innocents that has never seen anything but darkness until this day. A squeal of comfort cried out from her tiny soft lips as her brother’s cry echoed in her dual toned lobes. The voice of her mother, drowned out the world, it’s what she found most comforting, the voice that had been there in the darkness.
Cream hooves, soft and fresh extended from her marble coated body, ivory legs wobbly and thrashing around as she did her best to gain balance while sitting up. It was a start, but with all the distractions around, the wind the sounds, the smells of the earth; it was rather difficult to gain control of things with so much going on. But forcing herself to stagger to her feet would soon be the least of her problems. Limbs bending and trembling, the girl stands, stumbling over her brothers legs as she desperately tries to keep her balance. Shaking the moisture from her ears, she slowly pivoted and moves closer to her resting mother.
Violet eyes widen as she glances up at this huge stallion before her, his eyes of crimson haunting but gentling gazing down at her. This world was strange, and all the same wonderful. What excitement would flood her mind now? Violet oculars gazed against the heavens light, white tufts of soft plume dotted the horizon. First time seeing a cloud, first time seeing anything and it was all beautiful and strange; her nub of a tail, marbled in ivory and obsidian wagged with excitement as she wobbled her gaze down to look at her pale faced brother with a bleat of joy.
"Talking." 'Thinking.' tags // - @[Ares] @[Quinn] wordcount // - 327 ooc // - Daw; this is going to be so fun. xD
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Ares Life Is Only Precious Because It Ends
It was settled then, he did not like this new thing that was going on, so he found a way to use his legs as he hid his black and white head under his forelegs. It felt comforting for about two seconds until a nudge on his bum forced him to take action. The white headed horse clearly wanted him to move and as he had nothing better to do, he began to collect and move his long feet. What an utterly failure it turned out to be as he failed at the first attempt at standing. He gave a snort as he got another nudge and looked at his sister and the other black horse.
Was this a show to mock him or was it really necessary to get off the ground this quickly? Surely he would need some time to get used to all of this, but time waits for no man (or horse), so he tried the feet-thing again. This time, the weight of his body helped him to gain a certain amount of balance, so he got up -bum first - and stood there. This was high! How in the world did the two other horses not get dizzy when they stood so tall about everything else?
A little sound forced it way through his throat when he took his first steps towards him womb-mate. Pride filled his little heart when he managed to stay up and not crash to the ground, even if it was close some times. And now he was hungry. So, so hungry. Was there nothing to drink in this strange world?
"talk talk talk"
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Word Count: 269 || Tags: @[Athenä]
OOC: boop!
06-09-2014, 10:07 PM (This post was last modified: 06-09-2014, 10:08 PM by Athenä.)
athenä
I have Come from Heaven to Slay your Anger
The warmth of the sun embraced the body of the child as she stood swaying with unsure wobbles next to her pale faced mother. A brush of her black and pink lips pressed against the warm fuzzy body of Quinn, a squeal of excitement erupted from tight young lungs. Limbs dipped in snow eased into a unstable walk as she stumbled face first into her father’s chest. She listened to him chuckle, his soft touch encouraging her to stand firmer against his weight. Once his head moved away from her side, she collapsed to the grass in a jumbled heap. His tongue lapping against her painted skin, cleaning away little remaining afterbirth from her coat, the filly took a moment to relax, enjoying the comfort and warmth from the bright orb in the sky smiling down upon her.
Several hours had passed, the proud daughter now standing firmer and sturdier than the previous hours. Suckling from her strong mother, and sniffing around with her sibling to the new world they had been gifted. Her father had named her Athenä, and told her she was a princess, whatever that was. She beamed of innocents in a dangerous dark world. A grin played upon the filly’s lips as she walked around her parents and peeked at her brother from under her father’s belly. "Ah-wez!" She bleated out, unable to say her brother’s name correctly, as she bounded after him in a playful leap.
"Talking." 'Thinking.' tags // - @[Ares] wordcount // - 251 ooc // - Hope you don’t mind the time jump, if so I’ll fix it. But I figured it would help give moer muse to the foals. Hehe, she can’t say his name xD
Ares. That was his name. It felt weird on his tongue still, but after he heard what it meant, he thought it was fitting. Of course he was born to be a warrior and even a king some day, and he knew he would do everything in his power to impress and live up to the title he had been given. But for now, he jumped around, exploring everything he could when he did not seek the shelter and warmth from his mother. And she had food too, that was why he liked her so much. His father on the other hand, he was a little blit scary still, not only because his eyes were red, but he was so tall.. Ares was sure that his sire could touch the sky if he wanted too, but he had not had the courage to ask yet.
He'd been busy fighting with a stick when his sister called out his name. With lobes poked up, he lokked at her almost quizzlingly before he realized the game. With a little jump he darted away from her, laughing in the blissful setting of his existence. "Tly an take meh sisteer!" The mother laughed with him, or off him, as he made a few jumps and almost fell over twice. This was so fun! He ran around, darting under whatever he could to try to get away from his sibling.
It's such a good day to be alive and to be born! The world was alive both in the water, forest and skies, and it felt like everything was singing to cheer him on. Not even his feet could hold him back, for they made it a little bit more difficult to run and walk properly. But today it did not matter.
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Word Count: 299 || Tags: @[Athenä]
OOC: It's okay! :D I think its better to get them active this way, as they can speak a little ;) And they are so cuuuute!
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