"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.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
Since obtaining the precious egg from the God of the Earth, Apollo felt no reason as to why he should leave the floating, heavenly Isle. This place, this paradise-in-the-sky would be the perfect place to watch over the egg nestled at his side, the perfect place for the creature, whatever it may be that lurked within the fragile shell, to see the world with its very own eyes upon hatching. So, no. Apollo felt no reason to leave, and his heart was alight with excitement and peace. It was a rejuvenating feeling, a welcome contradiction to the heavy mantle of melancholy that had been prone to weighing him down in the recent past.
A smile was stationed on the stallion's dark lips, orbs of gentle, honey-brown focused on the egg that he lay beside. It was pressed intimately against the side of his ink-blotched barrel, safe in his hypothetical embrace, roosting in a nest of soft grasses, reeds, and vines. The Merciful's velveteen muzzle lipped at the hard shell of the egg like the gentle caress of a lover, nostrils flaring as he took in the earthy scent that it seemed to give off.
"Soon, my little ball of earth," Apollo murmured, his grin growing broadly as he spoke to whatever creature lay inside, "Soon, you'll greet this world and its beauty, and I'll teach you all that I can." Already the overo felt close with his charge, his heart swooned and taken by the innocent being. It knew nothing of the world, save it's tiny abode. It would be up to him to teach his Companion the ways of the world, to teach him or her what was 'wrong', and what was 'right'. It was a daunting task, and one that Apollo wasn't certain he was prepared for... But wasn't that a part of the quest that the God of the Earth had sent him on in the first part?
Learning what intimacy was involved between a bonded pair had been his quest, but this... This was the true test. The thought caused the Merciful to sigh heartily, his barrel expanding and then deflating slowly from where he lay. His quest may be over, but this 'test' would be a never-ending experience.
"We'll handle it together, won't we?" He murmured with a throaty chuckle, nuzzling the egg once more before lifting his head and focusing on his surroundings. There was a breeze about on this fine afternoon, rustling the long, soft grasses of the field he had found his respite in. The sky-bound waterfalls could be heard off in the distance, and the sun shone bright and warm against his ebony hide, contradicting the Orangemoon season. Up here, upon this heavenly Isle, it seemed as though the very concept of a 'season' had little to no meaning.
"Yes... I believe we will, and I believe we'll be just fine."
@[Kirah] @[Bellona]
[ooc: Hope this is alright. xD My absence has been making me rusty!]
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
The ghostly lady walked softly, the rustle of the grass only heard now and then. Her fine, dished face lifted to the warmth of the high sun, and nostrils flared as she nickered. The sun rune around her neck soaked up the heat too, as it always did. When she lowered her head, she noticed someone she didn't see before.
The other was laying down, almost as if cradling something. The lady started walking in his direction, knowing he would most probably see her coming across the open field. She stopped halfway there, once again raising her head. Pale white nostrils stretched wide as she drank the other's scent. He had no particular scent stuck to him, but another scent lingered, the scent of earth. Of wet ground.
A soft snort came from the lady as she watched the unicorn, her delicate ears pinned forward. She lowered her head and walked farther, he tail swishing lazily. Upon coming closer, she realized the unicorn was a stallion. There was something about him that set her at ease. Her soft heart knew when she found a kind one.
"Hello," she said softly, curiously. He was cradling an egg! A soft little giggle fell from her lips, signalling her delight. Her mind drifted to Jakar and his egg, she had only met him and the mare a while ago. Her eyes fell upon the stranger's as she waited for a response. He was quite handsome, a white blaze kissing his forehead and dripping down to his muzzle. He wore white on his leg as well, and a speckled pattern of yet more white decorated his barrel. A brilliant blue horn came from his forehead. Kirah's shoulders itched, reminding her of her own horns and the joy of being in another horned one's company.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
Honey-brown orbs snapped upwards and to attention the moment that a pale blur crossed the off-line of his vision. Ebony ears pricked forward, muzzle lifting higher in an attempt to make out just who was approaching. Another soul enjoying the fine weather, perhaps? Instinctively the overo shifted, his legs unfolding themselves from beneath the berth of his barrel, but the stallion remained laying upon the soft grasses, content to let the innocent egg lay against his belly. Should this stranger prove to be a threat, then he would react accordingly... But until then, the Merciful would treat them as a brother. Or, a sister, if one wished to get technical.
The closer that the stranger grew, Apollo knew that he did not know this individual. Ebony, silken tresses framed a dished, pretty face, a coat of brilliant white marred only by four lines of black brindle. Horns of a glossy black protruded from the female's shoulders, and at that, Apollo couldn't sate his curiosity. He had never seen a creature with horns in such a manner... How interesting. Was she a unicorn like him, then?
"Greetings, pale miss," Apollo called jovially in return to the ghostly mare's own greeting, a warm, boyish smile pulling his lips upwards in a welcoming display, "Come. Join us. The grass is quite comfortable here if you wish for a place of respite."
Twisting his neck, the Merciful lipped at the egg nestled upon his side once more, simply to reassure himself that it was there. This was his duty to tend to the egg, one that he planned not to fail.
"I am Apollo," the monochromatic stallion introduced, honey-brown eyes bright and jovial. "I would stand to greet you properly, young miss, but I'm afraid that I'm currently being used as a pillow, and can't quite get to my hooves unless I disturb its rest." A warm chuckle escaped the stallion's lips. "May I inquire your own name?"
@[Kirah]
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Kirah accepted the stallion's invitation, and laid down near his head, her long legs folded delicately to her sides. She pricked her ears listening to his words. He had a light voice, like that of a happy child, but more masculine. The stallion turned to his egg, and Kirah's head turned slightly sideways, looking at it. It was quite large, unnaturally large.
She turned back to the stallion, who introduced himself as Apollo. His eyes were amazing, a golden brown, like honey. They sparkled with a happiness and a delight only eyes of such colour could. A smile lifted her lips, soft and understanding, as he excused his lack of standing up to greet her. A gentleman indeed.
He laughed, warm and soft, yet drawing attention on its own, like the sun that shone upon her back. "Hm, my name is Kirah," the lady said, smiling. A thought popped into her head. "May I ask, do you know what is inside the egg?" she asked curiously, the wheels of her mind turning as she thought. Were all eggs home to mysteries, or were some known? Perhaps it was only Jakar who did not know what was in his egg. She pushed the bay stallion from her mind, rather focusing on the current company.
She watched the egg curiously, as if any moment the creature inside might reveal itself, but after about a minute nothing happened, and she looked at Apollo once again. His mane was what she noticed next, smooth and long, and it looked quite soft. Her chocolate brown eyes lifted to his splendid honey pools once more aas she waited for a response.
"Speech" Tag;; @[Apollo] Words;; Notes;; Sorry for the icky post :(.
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image