"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.
Rei “In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.”
― Michael Jackson
As I guided the pair to the Throat I thought of my own introduction into the herd. I had flown over the land with Africa. Lost in my reminiscing a smile curved itself across my lips. I wished that I could show these two the thrilling sight of the Dragon's Throat from an aerial perspective.
Contrary to my usual approach I kept quiet during our walk. I wanted them to be able to soak in the landscape that I was so proud to call home. My ears remained divided between the mare and stallion though; prepared to answer any of their questions to the best of my ability.
It wasn't very often that I found myself walking such a distance and I enjoyed it more than what I had thought I would. As we went through Threshold and into the Thistle Meadow I started at a rabbit that suddenly sprang across our path and burst into laughter once I realized what it was.
"We are getting close!" I happily made the announcement as we reached the Heart. "The cave system over there is Helovia's Heart. If you haven't visited it you positively must sometime! I won't ever forget my visits."
Soon enough had made it to the land bridge. "Be careful as you cross." Bringing up the rear I watched every hoof-step they took. The walkway was not that narrow but it still was narrow enough for hoof placement to have a bit more than the usual thought.
"Now that you have made it across that without a tumble welcome to Dragon's Throat!"
Stopping at the border I wasn't sure about what to do next. I looked from my Reyna and Reginald before looking back in the direction of where the oasis would be. Africa had just waltzed right in with me in tow, but she had been Sultana. Although I wouldn't admit it for the world I hadn't had anyone else in the Threshold take me up on the offer of introducing them to my home and I wasn't too sure about what to do next. Taking the "better safe than sorry" route I stood at the border and waited for a higher up to okay our entrance.
@[Reyna] @[Reginald]
Credits: Thank you Shady and Tamme!
Magic usage is okay.
Just ask before doing any actions that may cause a great deal of damage first.
I am also okay with being tagged.
It had been quiet with the loud ones elsewhere. The Sandman slipped into her surroundings and was quick with his sly ways to offer the champagne mare a nap. Their deal became final when the right place was found, legs tucked underneath her plump shell that rose and fell to the steady tempo of sleep.
It was too good to be true.
Wherever they had decided to run off to, they came back without warning, unless you counted the sound of someone yelling with an upbeat tone and joyous vocals about something that distance had swallowed up. Did they lack the common sense to know that there was rarely much to be joyous over, or were they naive, young and ignorant to all the bad that had occurred in the past? Sikeax must hold the appearance of an old hag when her first year was compared to the childhoods that the newcomers and yearlings of this time period. She was barely two years old and in love with the night with a hatred of daylight after the endless fear that was struck into the hearts and souls of those that had lived within the walls of Helovia before her birth and so forth. The night had a funny way of bringing every worse things along, allowing sunlight to harshly burn away any trust she could of placed into it.
Prematurely awaken, the light of her horn burns worse than the Sun, one source of light that she could never escape from regardless to where she hid. It's blue light slapped her and urged the quiet Sun Physican to see if something important had happened. Maybe someone had brought more supplies in for the festivities that could be put to use. Time was slipping from her grasp, making the festival more like impending doom instead of a something to be excited for. It drunk away her energy with the greed of an alcoholic whose thrust was never quinched.
Given a stretch of time, she trots to the border in a slow fashion, swaying with the rhythm of a feminine figure though her pregnant appearing costume is a bit off for her. It'll fade with the arrival of Tallsun, and hopefully be undercontrol by the party so that the Throat isn't given an odd look as of their lead healer's state.
Rei. No surprise that the voice belonged to the cheerful Appaloosa who faintly reminded Sikeax of Her. The little mare is more too look than she would to be fight, as far as she Sikeax guessed. She'd never seen her in action and would rather just see them healing before her. There was only interest in the resurrection of good health instead of the destruction of it.
What Rei has brought is different and much more to be admired. Her pale eyes bat away the orange blurs locked in her faded lashes to see them better. The male's heavy build will probably offer him praise if he takes up the warrior's art. A dark mare follows and catches the attention of the honey coloured vixen more. Were those scales?
She clears her throat. "Hello Rei, how are you?" Her vision lays itself upon the Pegasus while she speaks to her in a polite manner. It turns to the pair with a thin smile that is more forced than occurrance. "Welcome. I'm Sikeax, Sun Physican for the Dragon's Throat. The herd knows me as Sia, though. Who may you be?" Holding a tired, attempting-to-be proud stance, she tries her hand at giving them a good welcoming.
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
Perhaps this Rei is the perfect escort for the Grey-Eye’d Prince—he has never had his patience tested quite forcefully before then, walking through wilds that have become well known and jealously guarded. Their path is a familiar one; he knows those grasses, those fields of amethyst. He wrestles with the bubbling in his gut, the surge of fury at their trek across hallowed lands, the place of his birth, his inheritance—a stranger guiding him through home. The rage is swallowed; he smiles at her, fawning over some vermin in the wilds.
Miles melt away underneath their hooves. The air grows hotter, bitingly so as they travel steadily southward. They pass over the ashes of a fire that was started long ago by a boy with a branch in-between his jaws, his eyes alight with foolish maliciousness, captivated by the dancing spark of heaven’s fury. The fire echoes within his mind; he can hear the cries of the child here, and his eyes vaguely wander, wondering if that carcass can be found now—or if it had been washed away by the rare rainstorm, or coveted by some magpie or mongoose with a grueling sense of humor.
He knows the caves of which she speaks; he remembers the pool beneath the ground, remembers how he had frolicked once with some other boys, tossing a stone back and forth across the mossy floor. He remembers the pool down there; how he saw it first, pissed in its waters, craved the brilliance of the waters that healed blight he himself never possessed. He had led his harlot there, once upon a time. He remembers that day, sweetly; she had kneeled. He smiles more, to himself, possessed by the same jubilance that had gripped him that day. He wants to see her kneel again.
He is lost, after that. Never before had he figured to go southward—for, before, there had been no reason to go so far into the heat and the drought. He knows now; there is a bridge here, leading to a land of heat, a home for the winged, apparently. Reginald’s ears flick; his eyes dart around, absorbing the sight, drinking it hungrily, voraciously curious. Had they not crossed desert to come to this place, a place as green as the fields he was born in, as abundant as the sweet grasses of the mountains? His attentions have been fractured; even when a tawny creature approaches, he does not pay attention so quickly, consumed as he is with the sight of a brand-new realm.
*”Who may you be?"*
Tail lashes; his gaze turns to the filly that has spoken. Mare, he corrects himself, noting the something in her scent that is deeper, something that he has begun to notice lately. A secret, a promise—of what, he does not know. Eyes flick over her, once—quickly, they scrutinize. She looks like a filly indeed, gangly and small, a soft coat and bright eyes barely making up for her poorly shaped form. He blinks at her; his weight shifts. She is a healer for this place, he notes. A physician. He wonders if that will matter, later.
“I am Reginald, of nowhere,” he says; voice calm, a handsome tenor, emotionless. He experiments; his face remains stoic and stone, the easy, genuine smile nowhere to be found. He starts the timer in his head—and begins to see how quickly this Sia will get frustrated with him.
"talk talk talk"
R E G I N A L D
Walk the razor's edge
Cut into the madness
Question all you trust
Each step is an adventure, a storybook written where her part is minuscule, irrelevant. Nonetheless she revels in it, in the purpose it gives her as she comfortably strides behind the effervescent mare and the sinister, infernal youth that had so captured her eyes. The earth seems to reach out to her, welcoming her into a land she has only just begun to unwrap, unearth, envelop. Her signature is off, and it dwindles as she leaves the gateway with all its impermanence, its gatherings. Parts of her rebel, crying like forlorn wolves at the loss of her sensitivity, the dwindling of her magik and her self. Her core remains untouched, and with every graceful step upon the greenery leading towards the south, she sheds a bit of that toxic cloud that clings and feeds upon her mind. A centuries old being did not find solace in her priestess duties without the benefit of such teachings, of acceptance and change. Reyna had sought the newness of Helovia, the potential for a new path, a divergent fate to the one she'd always envisioned herself partaking in.
The maiden colors the world around her with her vibrancy, and yet Reyna ruminates on her naivety. Is she aware of how much she is missing, flouncing about in her own mind as she does? She had proclaimed the beauty of the season in the clasp of the threshold, divulged further sentiments regarding the permanent structure of her home, and yet she seemed to bypass entire worlds that Reyna suspected she'd never paused to consider before. Was such unawareness a gift, or a curse? The mistress had learned through eternal years stretched out like the expanses of snow of her birthlands that there were always two sides, and sometimes infinite ones. A rubiks cube of possibilities, viewpoints, options. Rei was merely one square on a thousand fold blanket, enveloping the world and those she happened to touch with the minority of her perimeter.
Their atmospheres were so contrasting, disparate and peculiar that her energy was distorted and offset. She could not find a medium to their extremes, and the entirety of her journey was spent seeking balance and understanding, their energies permeating around her until she feared she would succumb to a headache the likes of which she had not indulged in since she was a mere centennial child. Luckily, though the hours drew long and the sun made its passage through the skies in honor of their journey, the time itself was not in abundance in comparison to some of Reyna's experiences.
Had she thought the Helovian atmosphere was generally arid? For she had been mistaken, such a hasty assumption would be frowned upon by her elders. The desert was abysmal to her, in the few moments where she first laid her vibrant eyes upon it. So different from the wastelands of her northern travel grounds, its heat seemed to scorch upon her scales and skin, a distinctly uncomfortable feeling. Not desiring to insult the easily excitable child who had led her to the borders, she listened to the bubbly words that seeped like molasses from her lips instead, savoring the distraction it provided.
Another comes to greet them swiftly, and Reyna reads in her something that she has never been bidden to conceal. "You are distressed, and attempting to obscure it through a display of kindness and welcome. Why is this?" Such bluntness was not commonplace in Helovia, but Reyna was unaware of that fact, and her eyes were like piercing swords of tangerine upon Sikeax's flesh. Unwavering, scrutinizing, as if she were perhaps desiring a scalpel to take apart and examine the young medic's mind. Yet she called for their names, and so Reyna gave as had been requested of her.
"I am called Reyna. Perhaps, of everywhere?" Fond amusement coated her face in the fabric of a smile as she turned to glance at Reginald, not mocking, merely mimicking. She trusted his responses to Helovian etiquette more than the exuberant Rei, and all the while her mind was spinning, cataloging information to best immerse herself in this new society she'd found herself thrust into.
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