"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.
05-25-2014, 04:47 PM (This post was last modified: 05-25-2014, 04:51 PM by Farenjer.)
Farenjer
Farenjer sluggishly motioned forward down the rigid path. His icy gaze raking along the dirt passages with little interest. His ears flickering about to attempt to hear the sweet, sweet sounds of the song birds. His hooves gently pressed against the dusty walkway, and his tail brushing against the Helovian earth. Yet again, he would be on his way to the meadows, outside the confinements of his snowy homeland, where he could fully recognize the changes that Birdsong arrived with. The oak and maple branches were no longer naked, but sprouting and already flourishing with sets of warming green leaves. By these timbers roots sprouted pairs of flowers, some blue, some red, and even yellow. But they were all a welcoming sign to him. For with new generations of plants, came the start of more fresh material for him and Ulrik's liking. It excited him to be able to see the colors that would bloom within the Thistle meadow now. He lapped up the eagerness by picking up a pace and lifting his chin to a bolder pose.
Trotting down a rather steep hill, he met to a the edge of the woodland, and edged himself through the opening. He felt the midday's warm sunlight blanket his darkish back, his legs brushing up against the tall grasses, his tail sweeping along the field's vegetation, and the excitement seem to cease into more of a curiosity. Farenjer allowed his head to slowly motion about to have a seeking gaze upon the clearing. His eyes never dropping again to look at the covered ground below. The stallion looked upon the lit up grasses and his eyes rounded upon the stream that split this meadow into a half, he noted as well where few trees scattered upon the clearing. Shifting his weight he began to tread forward, directing himself towards the brook that went through the Thistle Meadow. Here he would search for some sturdy field plants who grew closer to the fresh springs. They could make fine fabrics for a strong rope or a kind of cloth.
Just the thought of Circuta still infuriated me, yet I couldn't stop thinking about it. Blood upon her beautiful hide, wounds slashed open... No, it didn't fit her. That image wasn't her Amika. Oxy - the brown unicorn who had arrived at the same scene - had sworn the same oath as me. When we found the mare that had caused Circuta this pain, she would die slowly and very painfully with simple torture. Because nobody did something like this without having to pay their prize. Now, I was on my way home to my beautiful newborn. Whom I oh so much hoped was safe in my son's care. Cahira would be my third try for raising a child without traumatizing it, but if I would succeed or not - that was left to see. I had gone from the Falls to the Fields to the Threshold to the Endless Blue but I was done with traveling. At least for the moment. It was time for me to really be the mother that I claimed to be and actually be there for my child.
As always though... I was interrupted. As I wandered along the Thistle River, I noticed someone at the brook and snorted loudly. It was a dark horse, blessed with an icy blue horn upon it's brow. Dezba and I slowly drew closer and gazed upon the stranger, observing it. A wind swept our way and I took a deep breath, feeling the strong scent of stallion fill up my nostrils. When I looked at him again, we were close enough for me to see his markings. Lightning-looking blue lines on both sides of his face together with a similar marking on his left hind leg.
"Who are you?" I asked as we were now a horse-length away from him. He smelled like.. Heat. Wait, hadn't he been in the caves when the Time God had been there? Maybe that was why he smelled like heat and dust. Slowly, I rose my head and looked into his mismatched eyes. Who was he?
"Found a thin red line of madness."
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DELINNE & DEZBA
We will always be a team, no matter what.
Remember?
Quietly, he pressed himself to the stream. A gentle breeze toyed at his long mane, and his gaze looked down upon the flowing brook. The trickle of cold water flowed sluggishly by as it eroded the soils that touched it. Suddenly feeling his throat was dry, Farenjer lowered his chin and took a drink. As he did, his icy orbs caught the sight of his reflection. His self conscious thoughts seemed to kick in as he stared at a darkish face with a faint glow from his markings. Nowadays, the stallion usually ignored these thoughts whenever he glanced within the Basin's lake. But now it seemed to come back to him about his looks. His hideous, zombie-like appearance.
As he looked within the water's reflection, he heard the steps of another. He could feel the oncoming presence as the wind combed his mane once more. He did not draw his head up just yet though. Silently, he waited staring upon his reflection. The footsteps halted and he heard a feminine voice. "Who are you?" Slowly, Farenjer lifted his chin up and turned to meet the gaze of his company. He could see sapphire orbs. She was an ebony mare, with exotic like markings that were striking to Farenjer. Because they held the same form of lightning as did his markings. Except they were white, and started at her back. She had white streaking down her cheeks from her eyes, and a straight horn upon her cranium. Black and white spiraled around each other upon her horn as well, he noted. Finally, with a tip of his chin in peaceful greetings to her, he spoke "Farenjer... My name is Farenjer." A pregnant silence drowned the air for many seconds, before he broke the pause. "Who are you?"
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