"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.
The roan nodded to her question that sounded more of an observation to him. "For a time. When I had no will to fight." His answer was simple, succinct, truthful. Dalibor had remained in Anrior while he was too heartbroken and crushed to do much of anything. And when he could take his enslavement no more, he'd broken free. His curiosity to know how Serenity had escaped was strong - the unicorns there ran a tight network of security to prevent slaves from escaping. He didn't ask, though, despite his wanting to. She didn't want to talk about it, understandably. What she'd given was enough and he tucked the information away.
A force for good.
Her words hit him square in the chest, guilt creeping in and filling the depression the impact left. He wasn't a force for good. Far from it. If anything he was a chaotic neutral agent, wreaking havoc on anything and everything indiscriminately. With the exception of unicorns. He discriminated against them.
"I'm sure you'll make them proud," he murmured before taking to the sky, wheeling through the clouds, the blustering wind whipping away his frustrating emotions and conflicting desires. There was no point in them right now. He would lead Serenity home and give her a place to stay.
So he flew southeast, from the Endless Blue to the Dragon's Throat. The weather changed as they passed over the Ancient Rotunda, a place Dalibor did not recall seeing before, and his hawkish gaze curiously searched below. It was raining thickly, fat, heavy droplets coming down, and it was hard to make anything out on the ground. A dark figure appeared briefly but stepped into the rotunda itself, becoming obscured from view almost immediately. Were it not for the rain and his passenger along for this ride, Dalibor might have alighted on the ground and investigated; but not today.
Little did he know how narrowly he missed discovering a stallion whose home he'd destroyed, and whose heart was already somewhat intrigued by the starry mare flying next to him. Once out of the weather cell, Dalibor grounded them to rest. He hadn't said much of anything during the flight; he wasn't talkative, normally. Drinking from a small stream just a few miles past the rotunda, he found a thick tree trunk and settled himself against it. "Should rest," he indicated, napping and regaining his strength for a short while.
When it was time to take to the air again, the soldier repeated the same routine, pausing just before they reached the Heart of Helovia and the cave network that lay beneath. There was little protection or cover there, once one left the treeline. Midmorning of the third day saw the two finally reach the Throat, and Dalibor sought out the form of either Africa or Sohalia. Spotting what looked like one, he descended, intending to introduce Serenity to those who looked after this place - and anyone else who might be present.
He'd done well. He'd recruited. He was proud of himself, actually.
Which was sad, to be pleased with so little a thing, but the fighter wasn't smooth and few liked him - so to bring home a mare who wanted to follow him was a monumental achievement.
"Welcome home," he rumbled, the roan casting a curious, searching glance to the face of his new...friend? He hoped she would be happy here. After growing up a slave, she deserved some happiness.
@[Africa]
@[Sohalia]
@[Serenity]
"talk talk talk" Thoughts
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OOC: Sort of shoe-horning the timeline so that there are two leader options to meet Serenity. Open to anyone else who wants to welcome as well!
Serenity Feel the wind pass through my body, I am one with your soul...
I was interested in the fact that he had been where I had. We had shared the same evils. Experienced the same tragedy. He understood, truly, where I had come from, and that made me feel so much less alone. So, I nodded, when he said that he was there when he had no will left to fight. Something deeper ran in his past, evident in the scars over his face and legs, and I mused that they were long and thin, as if he was scratched by something... pointy. My thoughts immediately went to the devil-horned stallion, wondering, wandering.
When he said that he was sure I would make them proud, I shrugged my wings a little, frowning. Hopefully, I would. I would never know, though. I would never see them again. All I could do was honor their memory. So, when he took off into the sky, I gathered my strength beneath me and lunged into the air, my starry wings widening and guiding streams of air over the feathers, giving me lift.
We flew south, toward the sparkling blue ocean and sandy dunes. I watched the world below me, easily moving through the thick rain drops that hit us as we flew over a large structure and a dark figure. My golden eyes tried to scour the land below, but the rain and the humidity managed to create an interesting, mysterious fog. Without much more thought on the matter, I followed, feeling the exhaustion of a long flight starting to strain against my muscles. My body was no longer a part of my wings but hanging on them like a weight, so I was glad when we stopped.
I tucked the blue and gold appendages to my side, leaning against the tree as well and taking a quick nap. Then, we flew again. When we landed once more, he indicated that we were home, and I found that it was pretty in a rather rugged way. The floors were sandy, and there was a large lake in the middle with trees that cut back on the glare of the sun. I tucked my wings into my sides and gave my new friend a kind, grateful smile. "Thank you. For Everything."
Sohalia looked around her desert oasis with the slightest of frowns on her pretty face. Where once a force forty strong had stood, only half remained. The faces were a mixture of new and old, and while she did not prefer one over the other, she wished fervently for more. It was a constant worry, a remainder from her time as a Forger, re-solidified now with the addition of the responsibility of a Sultana. Were their numbers enough to withstand outside threats? If an attack came with the force of the Basin behind it, as it had not so long ago, would they be prepared? They were her family - her brethren, her children, her loves and her life. Would she be able to protect them?
At least, as a Forger, she had been able to do something. She had not felt the familiar magic of the Sun in her brief time as Sultana. Something in her was afraid to reach for it, terrified to find it missing when she had held its fire in her breast for so long. She remembered, and she reminisced, and she longed for the ability to forge steel and iron and silver and gold, to place a barrier between her family and their enemies, for she knew that they remained in the vast land beyond their borders. Helovia had been silent for several moons, and yet she remained uneasy, always waiting, always watching, dreading the day that the other herds learned just how low their numbers had become.
And what they had lost! Midas, their former Sultan, had been called by his patron god to migrate to the Hidden Falls. How many of their family had followed him? How many had been lost to the void of darkness that had plagued the realm? Gaucho the WildFire, for one - another Sultan, though not for long; Ampere, the Mother of Companions, a Sultana named by the Sun, disappeared to be replaced by Sohalia. Was she worthy of the honor? It was another question that weighed on her. She had Africa's trust and respect, of that she was sure - but what of the rest? What did they think of their Forger-turned-Sultana?
A pair of specks appeared in the sky above; Astraeus called a warning, and the dove glanced to the clouds. She was in the open now, and unaware of having traveled through the sands, deep in thought. The zephyr spiraled lower, intending to be nearby in case of attack, but as his bonded recognized one of the pair, he zipped away again. The angel was not close enough to greet them as they touched down, but she was close enough to reach them within a moment at a steady trot. "Welcome, my friends," she greeted them with a pleasant smile. "I hope you are well, Dalibor?" she added, as his name finally came to her. They had not met, not truly, but she had tried to learn the names and faces of the herd even so. With enough time passed for him to have answered her question, she turned to the newcomer.
"My name is Sohalia. I am one of the Sultanas of the Dragon's Throat. On behalf of my family, welcome to our home."
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