"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.
Do the souls around me see only despair and hopelessness when they lay their gaze upon me before they turn away to enjoy their own blissfull lives? Do any of them stop and consider who really hides behind these eyes of swirling black and brown, or have the harsh exterior proven to be too much of an armor? I do not know, but I do care. I am only one of two souls born into this darkened body and every day I fight for my survival. My mind is not my own anymore.
So I keep my distance from the others while I keep an eye on a life I will never have. I had a taste of it once, but as the plague swept across the land, it suffocated my one chance for happiness. I let the darkness take me too, as I pushed away the only one who truly saw me for who I am. It gets harder to breathe and I turn my head away. Why are you tormenting me so?
I see her face sometimes when I sleep and once in a while, the wind grants me a reminder of her sweet smell. It is in those moments I am truly alive, truly breathing. But then it gets dark and the wind dies along with my memories. For each passing day it gets harder and harder to remember her as she were. I do not even know if you are alive, my Queen. Why do you not show yourself to me as you once did?
I am about to give up.
Give up on life, love, everything. I see no reason for my heart to continue beating if this is all I can look forward to. The world is and will always be a better place without me. So I walk away from the laughter and joy, and towards my own end.
OOC - So sorry for the depressed post, but Windy is in a pretty bad place at the moment. Also, I am not going to let him kill himself because that would make me cry a lot. I just think he needs a shoulder to cry on (if he's capable of crying).
* * * * * I hate and I love. Why, you may ask?
I don’t know, but it’s happening, and I burn.
She fled to the island again. It was a sanctuary, a harbour where stressed and torn souls could retire; where the weight of the world seemed to lift from their shoulders, if only for the duration of their stay.
Perhaps it was her personality, so easily swayed by the turmoil in her life, a cushion crushed so quickly by the careless tread of those around her. The Wildfire had returned to the Throat, and with his return came an insatiable guilt – because she knew deep within – that either she or Sohalia would soon be relieved of her crown. It was only right, he was a marvellous creature, proud, spiritual and strong, and though she knew not the most recent of his afflictions, the Starry-Eyed was convinced that one purpose drove him home. She loved her place in the herd, though timid and without the confidence of her predecessors, the one-winged had immersed herself tirelessly in the duty bestowed by the God of the Sun, all for the sake of her family.
That responsibility though, could be just as quickly reversed. She knew that such a fate was beyond her control.
For many days she had avoided prayer – she was terrified to learn His preference in leaders, Africa knew she her existence was meagre in comparison to Gaucho’s. She had avoided her friends and she stayed hidden from her family. Perhaps she was subconsciously trying to delay the inevitable. Why are you so concerned? Silas asked often, purring as he preened thistles from her naked coat in a show of affectionate support, and really, she couldn’t find an answer. Was it that she feared failing those she cared so much for? Or was it because she felt like at last they were growing, a labour of her love? Maybe it was that and more. The time was coming quickly nevertheless, when she would need to confront the Wildfire – when the destiny of the Throat’s leadership would be revealed.
She walked quickly, buried beneath plaguing thoughts, but wearing all the same a careful smile so that her mood could be concealed. The bright hum of activity lifted through the atmosphere above the village, and she gazed down at it with lips fastened tightly around a despairing breath. Let us forget everything today, she suggested, lifting her skull high as though to break past the blanket of stress upon her. Silas clucked quietly as he rested upon the slope of her back, agreeing, but aware all the same that it was only she who could achieve that.
But as the one-winged mare stepped forward, there was a flicker of movement nearby, a shadow trudging up the valley– away from the celebration. “Wind?” she whispered, barely loud enough for even her own ears to hear. For the moment she waited frozen, paralysed by a confusion of fear and relief, pale creamy eyes fixed to the downtrodden creature as he continued towards her.
I am almost expecting the sky to open up and see a dragon soar down, jaws open to eat me, but as I walk further, nothing happens. Great. Not even dragons consider me as a proper meal. What a shame. So I go back to my dark thoughts and cuddle up with the monster inside. At least I have that.
My mind is so focused on misery and death that the message about another horse get lost on the way from the eyes to the brain. It takes a few seconds before it dawns on me, but it hits me like a rock when I hear my name. I know that voice. I've heard it so many times in my dreams, it almost sounds fake now. But as I stop and take in the sight, I know it is real.
"My Queen." is the only words I can find as the most beautiful creature shows herself to me. I want to run to her, tackle her to the ground and never let her go, but the chains I've made out of spite for the world, keeps me grounded and unable to move. "I thought you were dead.."
It is not easy to share my dread, not even to someone I hold so dearly in my heart. I have worked too hard, too long to distance myself from anything that makes me human. I do realize something though; if anyone can save me, it's her. My angel, my saviour, my Queen.