"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.
"It's the heart and the soul and the body and the brain
Driving me insane
But the wind and the land and the fire and the rain
Always stay the same"
-Roll With the Wind
Caenan laid in the sand with his emerald eyes closed gently. His sides rose and fell in the slow rhythmic fashion of sleep. He had been alone on the shore since his meeting with the filly. The sea was his companion; it was she who sang him a lilting lullaby and it was her cool touch that would wake him from his slumber. But for now the stallion slept on.
Sprawled flat out across the sand his legs would begin to twitch slightly and his nostrils would flare as if he were running. In his nightmare he was.
Caenan as a foal was on the beach with his dam and sire. Excitedly he spoke animatedly about his latest adventure. In his sleep Caenan's lips twitched into a smile. Most of the tale seemed to be highly exaggerated. His stories went on and on as his parents murmured their responses in strangely disconnected voices. The smile slipped from his expression and now his brow knitted in confusion. He wasn't comfortable. Something wasn't right. Bewildered at their responses the colt turned to see a massive wave mounting behind the trio. The water reached to the height of several aged pines before bearing down upon the three gathered on the sea shore. Caenan's legs began to move as quickly as they could but he kept on stumbling. A few times he fell. As he ran he aged; moving from a colt to a young stallion. As a stallion he was muscular and strong and he covered the ground with tremendous strides but then he fell. As he fell he aged again he was an elder. His bones could no longer lift him and he lay helpless as the wave descended upon the wizened Caenan calling out for his parents. A light sheen of sweat had began to cover his body before his eyes flashed open and his mouth parted to let out a gasp. Caenan's eyes roved about as he took in his surroundings. He drank in the reality of the moment.
"Does the ideal of loyalty mean a thing to ya?" Rolling onto his side Caenan shook his head, "Not an inkling, huh?" A grunt fled from his lips as he stood and shook most of the sand from his hide.
"Time for some time apart I s'pose." The sun glinted brightly on the incoming waves. Each wave fell back a little further than the last as the tide receded. Quietly Caenan watched his beloved ocean before turning to leave.
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
When he began moving away from the ocean, he was alone. However, as he glanced backwards to what he was leaving, I appeared before him. He would look ahead and see me standing there, hopefully. It seemed as if I had moved at the speed of light. One moment I was far, and with a quick blink of lids, I was there. The stallion standing before me, he is coated with sweat. Had he been training? He seemed about half my age. Two and a half years old was a rather swell time to begin training. I thought of him wise to be making such smart decisions. I took in his scent. He smelled only of salt. How long had he been here? I halted directly in front of him, hoping to effectively block his path and hold a conversation. "Hello. I'm Dröm, Hidden Falls Storyteller. What fuels your leave from the beach?" I asked curiously. He wasn't with company. I had always stayed in one place until I met a horse, then I would move on. Was he unlike me? Would he come and go as he pleased, not caring if he made new friends or not?
I had many friends, but only about two best friends. It was unfortunate I only had two close friends to share secrets with. I would love to have more close friends, but as surprising as it seems, my walls go up when horses try to get close to me. It's quite a feat that I even have any close friends. Birdsong has made me bold, unafraid. I've grown twice as friendly, twice as rambunctious. Where all mares affected like I was? I wasn't sure why, but I was especially... friendly around stallions. Seeing all the lovebirds and their foals. I too, wanted a slice of that for me. Wouldn't a family be grand? However, I always got my plans stopped by one mildy insignificant detail. I didn't have a stallion. It wouldn't be hard to find one, but I wanted a family created by love, not lust. I wanted my children to be shown what love is, and that they are better than temptation. Was I better than temptation? I was not sure of this.
ooc: hope you don't mind drom! I couldn't resist crashing this thread >.> @[Caenan]
"talk talk talk"
01-03-2015, 12:55 AM (This post was last modified: 01-03-2015, 12:56 AM by Caenan.)
"It's the heart and the soul and the body and the brain
Driving me insane
But the wind and the land and the fire and the rain
Always stay the same"
-Roll With the Wind
"Storyteller, she doesn't want me here at the moment." Caenan pulled the expression of one deeply injured before slipping into a grin. "The sea is a finicky one. At one moment she is pulling you closer to 'er the next she is shovin' you away." A crooked grin flashed across his face, "Dröm, I'm 'fraid that is just me beating 'round the bush rather than just fessin' up to having a nightmare about the ocean."
"I am Caenan and although she pushes me away from time to time I am of the Sea." Ah, yes. It was the salty ocean breeze that fed breath into his lungs and the pounding of the waves that gave his heart rhythm.
"What fuels your visit to the shore?" He was still scruffy from sleep and was working towards setting his thoughts back into order."Original, I know, give me a moment or two and I will be brimming with wit and charm. First I have to get fully woken up." Caenan took a few strides away from the mare before violently shaking himself to try to throw off the remaining sand from his coat.
"Although I must say," Here he choked on his words a bit, from the mist of sand he had cast around himself and out of a sudden shyness. "Wakin' up to a pretty face like yours does help." The smile on his face started off awkward before growing into an earnest one. He had shed out of most of his colthood shyness, but he still hadn't fully allowed himself to be bathed in confidence. Caenan doubted that he would ever possess the unwavering confidence that some stallions had. Despite his age there was still a part of him that remained coltish. He hoped that it at least added some charm.
@[Dröm] No sweat! I adore her, she is free to drop in on Rei or Caenan threads anytime! Sorry about the wait. The holidays ate me, but I am back in full force now.
Credits: Whit's tables were an inspiration | Coding by Schwartze | Image
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