"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 brilliance of today was outstanding. I was in an enlightened mood due to the fact that when I willed the Earth to listen, I could ask for beautiful rose-like flowers. Even thinking of it, made the flowers bloom and bloom and bloom near my hooves. I smiled at the sight of the rapidly growing flowers. I willed them to stop growing, blooming, spreading, and they did. They ceased to grow, seemingly frozen in time. My head cocked slightly. Would they stay, or with and die? I imagined they'd act like regular flowers and eventually die, but I wasn't sure.
I bent my muzzle to the ground, my upper lip tickling one of the flowers. After smelling it thoroughly, I made the assumption that it was safe, non-toxic, non-harmful. I bit one of the flowers, chewed, and swallowed. It tasted delicious, sweet, and succulent. Quite soon, I felt rejuvenated, as if every part of my body bubbled with energy. The sore spots from all my spars vanished. I checked all the spots I had little cuts, they were healed... I WAS HEALED. I got nervous, but excited. What could this mean for me? I was a storyteller with crafting magic, training like a soldier to protect my herd, and now it was as if I was some sort of healer. Would the expectations grow higher? Would this be like it was when I was a princess? Would everyone expect and demand something of me?
I began walking, traveling the land with a quick clip. I wanted to avoid the flowers, leave them behind. I didn't want the expectation that came with them, the extra load, more demands. I didn't want to take someone else's rank and I didn't want to encroach on someone else's dreams. I hadn't even aspired to becoming lead. Would I need to be able to do all these things to become a lead? I hoped not, because I wasn't sure if being all these things was me... Was it anyone? Does anyone want to be everything? Jack of all trades, master of none? Sounds horrible.
Itching her sweating pelt with a hind hoof, December lightly huffed in mild irritation. The humidity hadn't ceased from the falls, and this only made the Shire quite grumpy. How she missed the harsh bite of Frostfall, of the bone-chilling winds and dangerous storms, they kept her body at a decent temperature. Now she was hot and grumpy and not in the mood to deal with anyone. She hadn't been happy with those around her either.
With Birdsong hovering the air, newly paired couples were off copulating, making offspring and feeding their cravings for love and sexual satisfaction. This time of year always made December quite irritable, as the lovey dovey nature of everyone made her want to wretch. Growing tired of the intense heat, the white and grey fem moved her bulk down to the waterfall, effortlessly splashing herself into the pool at the bottom. The rushing water was a relief to her legs, and soon she was bending her knees and laying down in the shallow pool. Closing her eyes as the waves lapped at her matte coat, December failed to notice the chestnut that was walking by.
She took a deep breath, before plunging her cranium into the cool depths, causing more loud splashing to erupt from her spot. Droplets dripped from her grey-tipped forelock, and her chest heaved from the sudden rush of cold that covered her. Closing her eyes she savored it, before lifting herself once more and working her way to the waterfall. She didn't really care if anyone around saw, she was never insecure about such things. She was going to do what needed to be done to keep herself cool and in a better mood, and if others had a problem with that in her mind they could fuck off.
I saw the white made flailing sound in the water, presumably cooling off. So, trudged into the water. The cool liquid lapped hungrily at mychrome leg markings, turning them a slight shade of pink. I went deeper, passing the ivory draft that was now resting in the shallows. "Hello, I'm Dröm, the Hidden Falls Storyteller." I stated my name and rank, because... Why not? I wondered if this made was a Genatrix. Perhaps I could mentor her? Unless, of course, she didn't wish to be a storyteller. If she was a warrior, I would ask to spar with her. If she was neither of these things, I wouldn't have a use for her. Then, I would resort to just having a new friend, which I was perfectly fine.
"You might be..?" I asked kindly, my Swedish accent was thick now. Would she understand my words? I hadn't had trouble with anyone misunderstanding me yet, but there was still a chance someone would not understand me. I stopped moving deeper into the cool pool of liquid once the water tickled my breasts. The thin layer of sweat that had begun to bead on my coat was rinsed away as I shook my body, sending droplets everywhere. My tassels curled once touching the water, giving me some sort of Afro. Oh, how I looked silly, but this mare should not lose respect for me just because my hair is curly, frizzy, and messy... Right? My other friends wouldn't judge me because of this insignificant detail. This mare was large, built huge- this much was obvious. I hoped she would be kind, I wouldn't be able to deal with any pompous asses today. Actually, I had never been up for that. I had always told the asses off.
The splashing brought the massive head around to meet the gaze of the chestnut mare. Looking her up and down for a moment, she noticed the way her hair frizzed at the sudden moisture, and how she too seemed to have a need to cool off. She couldn't blame her. Moving over slightly in case the mare were also to want to stand under the waterfall, she turned herself around so her fat ass was literally not facing the newcomer. She was quick to introduce herself, name and full rank, before quickly asking who she was.
Not knowing why, the accent the mare held sent a shiver down December's spine. It took a lot to make her uneasy, but when Drom spoke her accent sounded... familiar. She couldn't entirely remember though, much about her past had been blank after she had entered through the portal. She had felt some things return, but they had been insignificant, simple facts that were now of no use in this new life of hers.
This though, seemed very important. Keeping her dark steel eyes locked on the Storyteller, December hesitated, quiet and trying to recollect her thoughts and calm her irrational worries, before speaking in a gruff tone,"White December. Hidden Falls Educatrix." What was she to do now? Sit and stare at her like she was some predator? That wasn't suspicious at all. So instead she moved herself sideways, letting the water run down the entire length of her body and drench her. She ignored the water spilling into her nose and mouth, perhaps this moment of strain would snap her mind back into focus.
Snorting to remove the excess water from her maw, she shook herself, sending water spraying in every direction. Her tail, heavy with liquid, attempted to lash at her hips to relieve any left over sweaty itches, before she was back facing the chestnut, expectantly waiting for her to most likely say something else. She seemed to be the type to make friends with anyone, the ones December most often hated, but she would remain quiet and polite for now, after all it wasn't Drom's fault she hated company.
"Speech"
Text Thought
{WC: 360
Tag: Dröm
OOC: I'm so sorry for the post Dx}
She announces herself as December, an Educatrix. She is training to be a healer, thus I can't show her my flowers. However, I would be glad to be this mare's friend. Unfortunately, she doesn't seem very open to conversation. She readjusts herself under the waterfall. I offer a polite smile, but don't dare walk to the fall. She can bathe if she wants, I won't intrude. "So I assume you aspire to be a healer. Have you always wanted to be a healer?" I asked softly, attempting to make some sort of conversation with this mare who seemed anything but friendly. "I never knew I wanted to be a Storyteller. I can't fight, and at the time I hadn't had any healing abilities nor crafting abilities. I'm not very sneaky, so I figured this was my last option, but in fact this is what I believe I'm meant to do. It feels..." I paused for a moment taking in a breath "right." I felt as if I had found my place in the world. I was not very stressed, other than the occasional event (like the one that had happened moments earlier with the green flowers).
Did this mare posses healing abilities like mine? Was she secretly tackling every rank like me? I was learning how to fight, I had healing magic, and crafting magic. I always did try to move quietly. However this rank was the hardest for me to tackle because I couldn't lie and there was a cetain necessity to lie while in this rank. Thus I never ventured to the domain of sleuth, and I always thought I never would.
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