"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 more I see the less I know, the more I like to let it go
I had found her, the varnished mistress who had snuck into my life. She had seemed so...peaceful and fun to be around at first, but it seemed fate had a strange hand of cards to deal between the two of us. That peace shattered faster than a glass goblet falling from the granite of the bar, or maybe a better description was that it shattered like Snö's precious metal canine beneath my father's hooves. A snort blew harshly through sooty paper thins as I wandered through the snow that for the last few months had covered the lands of Helovia with nearly as much care as it covered the lands of the Basin. Dark rimmed harks flicked back, listening to see if there was any rustling coming from the white and gold bundle that was sleeping peacefully on my back.
It had been three months now since the pup had came into my life, three months since I had seen the varnished mare that seemed to have chaos follow her around like well, a puppy dog. In those three months I hadn't done much of anything in regards to finding the mare again, I was too preoccupied with the small creature who's mind was now linked with mine. And linked we would be, forever. Vitani was full of life and so much energy that I was surprised she had remained asleep the entire trek to the Meadows where we stood now. Pale blue pools flicked across the horizon, taking in the shapes of different colored equines, pegasi, and unicorns that were milling about the snow covered meadow that in a few months would be full of life and purple flowers called thistles once again.
A sigh escaped, turning into a cloud of steam before me as I grew content knowing that Snö would not be here to cause any issues today. At least, she wasn't here just yet, so the word stalker couldn't be thrown around as a way to describe me today. Of course, if she were to show up she would find someway to insult me. Ears flicked back against my thick winter coat covered neck that was twisted so I could look at the pup that was still curled up with her gold tipped tail wrapped around her delicate nose. A grin twitched at the corners of my dark lips as I reached towards the pup to knock her off of my back into the snow that would cradle her fall with all of the carefulness of a new mother. Surely someone would see me and scold me for treating a young creature so roughly, but Vitani was tougher than she looked.
"Speech" Tag;; Open! Words;; 447 OOC;; Someone reply so I can get this boy rolling! I don't want to lose muse entirely for him :D
11-26-2014, 08:59 PM (This post was last modified: 11-26-2014, 09:00 PM by Sikeax.)
Find a way to believe in fate
Serene in the fashion that there is nothing else than the distant nickers and whinnies raised from vocals tucked away in the bodies of horses she'll never come to know, this is true bliss. The calls of her own kind became nothing more than ample background noise while pawing through the snow. What grasses that rested and froze out of her reach where nothing towards achieving satisfaction. There is never enough in Frostfall, and at times, she ponders in the thought of how Adrixaura managed to suffer through raising her for what a short period it was and still have weight. Sunlight that kissed the world in this winter was paradise compared to the frozen months of her first season locked in eternal night.
The sensation of lazy warmth is still cold to the touch along a honey coloured hide, thickened by the weight of a rotting winter coat. It'd soon give way and peal in the ugliest way towards the arrival of summer months, but in the meantime, Sikeax lived the lifestyle of a rag doll feeding the light of the sky into the unknown from her forehead and stand as nothing more than a girl frailed by the harshness of her birth season and the hand of others.
At some point, she gives up on food, forelegs tired of looking for weak pickings. Either way, it was all dead down there.
Snorting out of frustration and hunger, pale eyes gaze into the spread of the meadow towards strangers, searching for whoever is seeking out food and getting the best of the supply. Faintly, she remembers Lace and the time they spent together performing no other task than grazing and small talk. What an absolute treat that would be compared to now, having a companion to speak with and grasses to bury into her belly. Then again, who wasn't dreaming that dream?
No one is getting much luck as she can see, now stepping onwards to discover thin spots in the blanket where there is some hope. Instead, she finds a male, just her luck, with a pup flailing about in the snow.
The pup pulls out a faint smile against her tired features, slipping back into a monotone expression of, well, silence. He is nothing more than a bay, having some height on her, yet the mounting of a horn brings away the unease that usually follows because of the outcasted sensation received from Pegasi. "How old are they?"
In the back of her skull is the part of her that misses Amara and Sameria, the pup guiding out warm memories rather kept in the places of the past where they belonged. It was a good to see new life even in the spell of death, no matter where she could find it resting.
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