"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.
My breath is caught in my throat as water caresses my hooves slowly. I don't panic however, merely wait as the cloud solidifies and forms a rock underneath my hooves. I rise slowly, watching as the land below me is taken farther and farther away from me. The slight breeze feels great as I take in the view of the place I now call home. I feel nothing as I look at the varied landscape, not even a scrap of pride or fear. I feel hollow, detached, as if I am a ghost. I feel dead. And that doesn't change as I am deposited onto a floating island. Magnificent waterfalls surround me and while I should have been dazed in awe, all I can think about is how that cloud was able to carry me. Perhaps it was the work of these mysterious gods I keep hearing about. The early dawn sun is glaring in my eyes as I scope out my surroundings. Nothing seems out of the ordinary to me. It was about as foreign as everything else to me so I did not have the grace to be uncomfortable. Perhaps I should have been for the land reeked of a multitude of other bodies. I did not feel lost or overwhelmed as I walk toward the cascading water. I feel numb. No nerves or doubt arose to spin within a pit in my stomach. Nothing. I was drowning in the emptiness and there was nothing I could do.
OOC| Open to everyone. While she is not racist she does acknowledge the fact that her herd does not accept other species and will not be very pleased at their arrival so it could be interesting. I am going to try my hand at playing her in first person, we'll see how it ends.
12-27-2014, 12:42 PM (This post was last modified: 12-27-2014, 12:43 PM by Aithniel.)
Aithniel
Aithniel had taken to spending more time on this island in the hopes that the only family she had left would take notice and give her direction. The little girl laid down on the edge of the island, front, cloven hooves dangling off the side. What did she had to fear? She had wings, after all, and the island seemed pretty damned determined to keep everyone safely on it and not falling off the sides. A heavy sigh, no longer frosty with the season's change, punctuated her mood, and she frowned.
She supposed that it was time to face the facts already. Illynx and Riykn were not coming back. Her brother, the one who saved her, and even the oddly wise but very scary Illynx was missed. Why did they have to leave? Why couldn't they have just said goodbye? She wanted to know why so badly sometimes that it hurt. Was it because of her? Something she could change? Could she set someone on fire so that they could return? But, in the end, she just needed to get over it and move on.
After all, she was one-of-a-kind, but that also meant that she was alone.
Deciding that she had been moping for quite long enough, the fire child stood and kicked a few rocks with her hooves as she made her way back through the glossy fields and tumbling waterfalls. One such water structure roared, cascading through the rocks and into a small pool, and the child (though oddly lanky and adolescent now), stared at the strange who also seemed to be looking. Huh.
The strange was oddly colored, but then again, she had absolutely no right to speak. The once nubby horns on her own head had started to curl backward finally, and her stunted wings were growing in size, again, finally. While still small and compact, she was stretching like a weed. Aithniel sauntered over, looking up at the tall mare. "Hi," she said absently.
Also, this weird thing had started happening. Wherever she walked, little ash-flakes would fall from her wings and hair. The cloud of ash would get more dense as she moved a little fast. Was it because she was truly on fire inside? Odd. Just... odd.
But perhaps I liked the way it felt to drown in the vast nothingness. I never fought it or tried to pull myself out of the numb abyss. I let myself sink into and don't move a muscle to change anything. So maybe I could do nothing about it because I didn't want to do anything about it. It was so much easier to control what I felt, to just let in the negative so I was the one destroying myself and not some lovesick fool. So no, I was not in any rush to pull my head out of my ass. Hell, I wasn't even considering changing the way I was, it would be far too late for a soul as far gone as my own. Pretty smiles and empty words were not my weapon as many feminine bodices used, I preferred fear and brutal honesty. They cut down so much deeper, don't you think? There was a lulling beauty to way I treated others if you looked at it close enough. I was always so rigid and distant like those memories you only glance over and will never truly recall. I was never welcoming or warm, hence never being fake or insincere. I was always showing my true self, a frozen phoenix risen from the ashes. But as always it was not appreciated and I was considered to have a superiority streak. I mean, I can understand why it could seem that why, but I don't. To feel superior would mean that I felt a strong positive emotion and it seems I was not capable of that. So I gave into the emptiness and so far it has been my best friend.
And my demeanor did not change even as an ashen young filly strode up and greeted me absentmindedly. As far as I was concerned I did not have a maternal bone in my body and I felt no pity or worry for the child. Though the clouds of ash ascending from her bodice was rather interesting. I took note of her wings but grew a bit confused as my eyes raked on the sight of the ebony nubs that would one day blossom into horns. A hybrid? Where was this child from? "Girl, where do you live?" My question was one that left no room for nonsense. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now.
01-04-2015, 02:09 PM (This post was last modified: 01-04-2015, 02:42 PM by Aithniel.)
Aithniel
Okay so that was interesting... Aithniel had approached this woman, who looked very pretty, and said hello, trying to be polite. After wandering through sky fields, that was what you were supposed to say right? The fire child had difficulty trying to reconcile her past with her present, lost in her own thoughts and struggling, in general, through life. She desperately wanted to please the God of the Sun with what he had tasked her to achieve. There were so many dead bodies laying all around.
But what does this woman do? She demands to know where so lives. Aithniel made a face and sighed. What did it matter really where she lived or came from? She was here now and the much taller one seemed rather intent on this answer. That worried Aithniel. Part of Aithniel wanted to rebel against the demands and tell her to eat shit and die. She was going through a phase where disobedience and being generally difficult were honorable. Such was growing up.
"I live in the Aurora Basin," she huffed, though what reason did she really have to live there anymore? Illynx was gone. Her brother was gone. She supposed Erebos was still there, but he had his friend Adelric now. Aithniel frowned. "Why?" she asked.
What reason did she have to know where she lived? Aithniel kicked another rock into the water with her hoof, watching as ash trickled down her body like apocalyptic snow. She was the daughter of the God of the Sun, and part of her flared at the ability she had now to gloat. Gone was the girl who cowered in the face of her own abandonment. Now, she had something to back up her... attitude.
((SO SORRY for the wait! please forgive me ;-;
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