"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.
Evangeline and Tallis had remained on the floating island after the turtle that had been so generous to give away gifts had left. It was her curiosity that had kept her there, looking around and exploring different areas. She had decided that she, more than likely, wouldn't be staying much longer because if Kahlua or Kaj needed her they wouldn't be able to find her. As that decision was made she couldn't help but think that neither of them had needed her for anything lately. If they didn't need her what purpose was she serving?
She hesitated as a voice rang out, calling for a name that was only vaguely familiar. Had she met a Cetan before? He did not stop at screaming the name, though. No, taunts followed coupled with the threat of hell for crossing him. Whoever he was. "Its none of our business." Evangeline turned her head to the dragon perched on her back. The dragon was reluctant to agree, being a fighter by nature and all.
'Listen.' The dragon said as Eva began to walk again. She stopped, her ears straining forward to try and catch whatever sound Tallis had heard. Her eyes widened. That voice. It couldn't be Thor. "No..." She said in disbelief. Tallis snorted and took to the air with Evangeline trailing behind him.
By the time she reached the battlefield the fight had already begun, the unicorn charging Thor, using his horns to inflict damage on the heavier draft. "Thor!" She couldn't help herself and immediately regretted it. What if she distracted him and the unicorn injured him severely? "You idiot!" She mentally screamed at the draft stallion. "You better not die."
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@[Cetan]
I went ahead and tagged you since I figured he'd be there to watch since Thor accepted the challenge on his behalf.
open for anyone who wants to post :P
Life has a way of kicking us when we’re down. And just when we think we can’t fall any lower, we get kicked again.
I was going to be sick. I heard Thranduil's calls, his demands that i appear before him. So across the island i ran, dread in my step. Fighting... i didn't know how. I had never, never used my horns as weapons, and now here i was readying to draw blood. The thought of it made me feel as close to nauseated as i could get. I appear at the edge of the arena, but i am not the first.
What i see next horrifies me beyond measure. Thor has taken my place. Is defending me from one who would have been my victim. The reality of it doesn't hit me until they clash, and i hear his bellow of pain. "Dascăl!" I cannot hold back the cry, and i nearly leap into the arena, but i stop myself in time. There is another here, but i pay her no heed, my gaze locked on Thor as he fights.
It should be me. Those hooves should be against my side, those horns goring my flesh. Why. Why did he take my place? I couldn't understand it, and shame filled me as i came to an answer. Because i was too weak to fight. Because i would shame the Edge in my floundering. I don't want him to see me here, to see the anger and the disgust that would no doubt be in his eyes. It is my fault he is being hurt, my fault for not being clever enough.
I step back, then turn tail and flee, vanishing among the tents towards the edge of the isle. I had let him down. I had failed. I had not been the clever creature he wished for me to be, and the weight of my guilt was crushing, stealing my breath. Had i not learned already? I was cursed. Weak.
Something like pride writes itself into the marrow of his bones, gazing down upon the battle. He had come at the call, fury in his heart with the weight of a thousand different sorrows that did not stem from the challenger. He is exasperated by his sleuths, as they'd been told not to steal from the Basin, but he will deal with that later. Cetan is but a child, he can be excused, and they can readily patch things if they are swift and courteous. Instead, he views them hovering on heavy wings from above, eyes sad but understanding. Kaj had attempted the same thing when Aurelia had come calling for Kahlua's blood. Thor was a valiant, experienced fighter. Once, he had stood in Kaj's place, alongside Mirage in times of strife and triumph. Kaj had no doubt that he would walk away satisfied with his own choices, regardless of the outcome.
Below him, Evangeline and Cetan move to watch, and their distress calls to him like a siren in a storm. He cannot leave them to their worry, even as his heartstrings pull to see the beautiful mare below. Rumors though they were not, Kaj's eyes were always upon the Edge lands, and he would have to be blind to not see how Thor and Evangeline met so regularly. Though he had never professed his love for her, what he felt for the Emissary was unmistakable. He agonized to know that once again he was found wanting, cast aside for a better life, a better suitor. So many had danced beneath his love, taking all they could before leaving him a husk of loneliness. It ached like a missing limb, a phantom pain, but Kaj was selfless to the end. He descended on quiet feathers, not wishing to disturb nor distract the Gentle Heart in his battle.
Landing behind the pair, he approaches quietly, somber and subdued. Battle was a gruesome, messy thing, but one with rules that Kaj had ingrained into his head. War was an art, a theory, an ideal. Thor understood that well, and so Kaj could not be consumed with the same emotion the other two felt.
"Thor is an experienced fighter, he shall be alright." It is the first to tumble from his lips, quiet and sincere as he stares ahead into the battle. His heart stays stuck firmly in his throat, choking him, and for a moment he wishes it would. Death had to be better than the agony of loneliness consumed by a heart that should not still be able to give love so freely.
Perhaps it was unfair of him to feel such bitterness for her. He hadn't deigned to reveal how he truly felt about her, he had no real claim on her. Regardless, he had thought they were something more. Something beyond friends. Once again, it seemed he had been wrong. So he merely turned to look at Cetan, wing lifting in an attempt to brush soft feathers against his flank. He moved closer, eyes seeking out the youth's.
"He fights because he cares for you, Cetan. He is a strong fighter, he will not fail you, and he will never blame you. But you must be strong for him." Words slip slow and soft from his lips, eyes sincere. It is a better distraction from Evangeline than anything, caring for someone so young, so distraught. Only it serves to remind him of Kahlua and her reticence to be with him. As the battle wages on he cannot ignore Evangeline any longer, and he tries to remember how it had felt when Archibald had turned his bones to stone. He certainly needed it, to feel solid any longer.
"Your love for each other is apparent. I...I wish you happiness. Care for him, after this. He will...he will need you." It is the hardest thing he can possibly say, tears through his throat and out his mouth like a ball of barbed wire. His wings have been slumped in defeat since he has moved away from Cetan, and it is agony to force himself to look her in the eyes, should she even deign to meet his gaze. The limits of his strength tested, Kaj turned and escaped from the weight of his sorrows, fleeing to the impartial embrace of the skies where none of them can reach him. Where he can watch Thor carefully, prepared for intervention, but not have to deal with Evangeline's sharp words and emotionless facts. That's not what he needs. It's likely never to be what he needs. But the only soul capable of comforting him is missing, and he is left to his pain alone.
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