"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.
Wake up. Wake up. It is time to start again.
There is no one, as there hasn't been in the recent moon cycles. These trees aren't below Izanami anymore; I have failed in keeping her gift to them if I have left her sanctuary. Bones will scatter the ground more often now if there is no one to guide them to safety. In traveling endlessly about these trees, there is nothing to make it where it should. Even the geography is different. Caves don't litter the landscape, animals move through the trees freely and there is an obvious lack of the mushrooms and other edible foliage that I have learned to suffice by. Home is somewhere, but without the familiar watch of Izanami, I feel that I won't return to it.
Few have met me, and what really makes this different is that speak differently. Most of the time I can't understand the words that their lips make, only to stare with a blank expression and ears made to show my confusion. They don't understand my language because only their ears are the ones understanding, not their eyes. I hear there is no longer anyone left in this foreign place who may even understand my personal existence.
I fear I have become nanimonai, as that is what they are making me.
Tsukiyomi watches over, his light not endless in time but eternal in the way that it will always be there. His pale colour is soft and loose, weak though it illuminates the air that curls and twists with each of my exhales. It must be Fuyu here; the white blanket spread across the ground crunches and whispers below my ashen, coven hooves. It hangs everywhere when there is not a cloud in sight to taint the dark. My own shadow is fading, trailing beside me but tired in how we haven't seen the end of this place. Yes, there is home somewhere, but it is not here in these trees. There is no one to guide the wounded to safety, and I fear this is not a place of Her, only a place of others and the lesser beings such as myself.
They have all left me, I see now. They've left me in how I am no longer the guardian I desired to be, and now must wander the trees as I do so now. Their grasp is greedy from when I lower my head closer to my still beating heart to spare my antlers from their bone fingers. They rip and tear away the dolls. Somewhere in the trees, there is now a set of five dolls hanging in their mists, swaying in the wind and lifeless.
This place is no good for my kind, I see, but I shall adapt as I have done before because instinct is there to tell me it is what makes survival happen, and yet while She has two gifts to offer me, the first one that she is given is much greater than the second one she shall offer me in the later times.
OOC: Mainly narration, but expect it to end with the next post. Open to anyone who feels they want to post here, but he'll be heading off to the Basin.
Translations:
Izanami(She, Her): Japanese goddess of creation and death
Nanimonai: Nothing
Tsukiyomi: Japanese god of the moon
Fuyu: Winter
You're not dead, but you're not alive either.
You are a ghost with a beating heart.
I pad through the snowy woods of the Threshold, prowling for something.. interesting. It's not that I'm even hungry, for once. Instead, I just want something to keep me entertained. I'm not sure when I am going to see Zima next, and I'm thinking about leaving for a time to go see her. Perhaps stay with her until we are both ready to come back to Helovia. But when will that be? How am I to know? I sigh and my breath shows in the cold air. My ears twitch as I pick up the sounds of another beast not too far off from myself. Hoofbeats crunch in the snow, and I see there a young man, horn upon his head. I stop and stare at him in the forest light. He seems to not have any direction in mind, and I think that I should perhaps... guide him.
I approach, and stop a few yards away, sitting down in the snow, tail making marks as it swishes back and forth. "G'day sir." He's young, but he's older than I am. It's the most polite I'm going to get. "Could I help you? I know somewhere you can warm yourself." The caves, the hot springs. The Basin was not a warm place by any means, even in the summer time. But at least there were warm places there. I lick a paw and make sure to pick clean my claws. I won't be looking a mess in front of strangers - or anyone, really. I turn my golden eyes back to his pale body and stare silently, my whiskers twitching in the cold. I would like to retreat to the warmth as well - with Zima, or back in the Basin - either way, I'd like some place to warm my fur. Even the insulation that I carry naturally is almost not enough against the harsh cold of Frostfall.
Dark hue's dance, mixed with the stark white and black of my face. I glance at the child at my side, her blue eyes looking around at the threshold. I smile. The Forrest was quiet now, not buzzing with the usual sound of voices that it often held during the summer. No, it was quiet, as not many dared travel in the winter.
However lyrics singing through the air caught the harks of my child and I. Both move closer to the sounds, one on long slender warmblood legs, the other slightly heavier, a smaller imitation of her larger mother, yet at the same time a replica of her father. A beautiful mix of both parents. If you looked close, you could see the beginning's of a horn emerging from the child forehead. A beautiful white horn.
As mother and daughter appear on scene, they see that a tiger has already beat them to the silver grulla. The black and white flecked filly doesn't know her, but her mother knows her. Recognition sparks in the dark blue eyes before going dormant once more, hiding the emotion, instead turning into an empty abyss. A smile touches the lips of the adult female, as she looks at the Tiger. "Saffron... I see you have already beat us to this newcomer..." The empty looking eyes turn to look at the aqua eyes silver man. My head lowers deeply to him, crown bobbing. Quietly, my daughter follows suit. "Hello, welcome to Helovia. I am Sialia, and my daughter Glacia." The dark face turns to look at the Tigress, and the smaller like face turns to look as well, however the eyes of the youngster where unguarded and full of wonder.
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