"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 day had been going about as normal as possible, as I threw myself into my work as a healer in order to distract my mind from any sort of emotional baggage that dared to start unzipping in my mind. Before me were some of the herbs that Sikeax had brought to our lesson, and I was trying to memorize the healing properities of each one, as well as the risks and advantages of combining certain medicinal properties. There had yet to be a need for me to actually heal anyone, and the added peace of the lands made the risk of battle wounds less than likely to happen. But it was the best way for me to force myself to get through the day without allowing myself to think about foolish things.
A shadow cast across the sand from a pegasus flying overhead caught my attention, and I immediately looked up to see a black stallion passing, but something didn't look...right. Auds pricked with curiosity as I completely forgot about my task at hand, heading towards the direction of the pegasus. Something was wrong, and as I passed climbed over a sand dune, I knew that I was right. A stallion of ebony hide, ivory hair and massive wings like those of a bat lay crumpled in the sand. A large, leathery wing hid his face, but I could hear the muffled sobs. "Sir?" I asked, not really sure how to approach him.
I recognized the stallion, though we had never officially met before and his name escaped me. He was another shadow figure of the herd, a stranger that I only knew by appearance. I felt incredibly awkward and invasive, simply standing there wondering what had happened to the stallion. But I couldn't leave him, stallion's didn't just break down crying over nothing. And I was a healer...Was he hurt? "Are you...alright?" Of course he wasn't alright, look at him. Slowly I took a few steps closer, careful to give him enough room in case he was volatile to strangers. But something told me that I was safe from harm, something told me that this stallion had nothing for me to fear. His appearance on any other day may have been intimidating, fear-inducing, an obvious display of power and wit. Not today...Today, right here in my care...This was a stallion that was completely, utterly, devastatingly broken.
Broken.
Carefully I lowered myself into the sands beside him, not close enough to touch him, but close enough to reach him if I needed to. "My name is Morrigan. I'm a healer here...Can I help you?"
OOC: @[Satanic Silk] And anyone else that wants to join the pity party! Continued from Answer Me This where he comes back to the throat...
I am not jealous of anyone who may stumble upon me. I am a wreck, a mass of trembling flesh ignorant of any purpose. I would not want to face the pathetic beast that wallows in his own misery ignorant of the needs of others, selfish in his own pity-party. But that's the predicament I present to others. Confrontation of this embarrassment? No one in the Throat would want to see me like this, to have this be the image of the stout Throat inhabitants. That is what this mare stumbles upon. Of course she wouldn't know what to do - who would? If it had been me I might have mocked the weeping form. Asked him where the hell his balls were and that he should man up and grow a pair.
But that's not what she does. I hear her approach, step closer. The sand is quiet but does not perfectly muffle her movement. 'Sir?' I don't move, my mind not at first responding to her voice. My red eyes are dim and do not hold the life and hope that they had. But she has yet to see that, as I still hide my face beneath leathery flaps. She introduces herself, and offers her assistance. She's close to me, so I am careful about my movement as I swing my wing out to the side and back toward my body. Now she can see the loss in my eyes, my tear stained cheeks. Sand sticks to me awkwardly, clinging to the damp and tangling my mane. I murmur despondently, though I lift my head to make eye contact. "I cannot be helped, Morrigan." I let my head fall back to the sand, scattering it around gently. The feathers in my mane show more life as pieces of a corpse than the rest of me. I am embarrassed to be lying here in front of the healer, but I am too depressed to do shit about it.
Walking "Talking"
WC: 328
@[Morrigan] + any others?
As the stallion revealed himself to me, my auds flicked around with sympathy and I felt more intrusive than ever when our red eyes met. I don't believe I could recall a time where I had ever seen a stallion in such a state, an absolute wreck with so much pain in his eyes that my own heart ached for him. I was hopeful for a split second when he lifted his head to speak to me, but the hope vanished as he let his crown drop to the sands with dead weight. There was a loss for words on my end as I stared at him, fumbling through my mind for the correct response before finally shaking his head. "I don't belive that to be true...It may not be immediate, nor may it be easy...But I'm sure, no matter what has happened to you, time will help." It was the only thing I could think to say, a rather pathetic attempt at being hopeful and trying to sound like I actually knew what I was doing when I didn't even know what had happened.
Tragedies were not strangers to the lives of those that surrounded me, I was finding that out slowly, piece by piece. We were all broken, in some form or another. Someone, something, somehow had broken us at a point in our lives when we truly believed that there was nothing that could possibly help us. There were some that were left with horrendous scars, whether they could be seen with the naked eye or not. Others let the tragedies change them, morph them into something that they never thought they could become, an empty shell wandering the earth or a painted mask that no one could recognize. We all had our own tragedies, we all hid our own secrets, and we all believed that we were beyound help. Slowly, perhaps because of my own history and secrets, I was beginning to learn the truth of it all. We were not incapable of being helped, we simply did not want the help that was offered - be it from the right person at the wrong time or the wrong person at the perfect opportunity. I wasn't sure which that I was to the stallion that lay beside me, but I was not going to simply give up on one of my fellow herdmates simply because they had given up on themselves.
Cautiously, gingerly, and quietly I shuffled my weight in the sands to scoot slightly closer to the brute. Slowly I reached for him with my muzzle, using my nose to tenderly brush away some of his mane before settling back to look at him. "Perhaps I cannot help you, but I am still here to offer my assistance...I'm...I'm a pretty good listener, I think...If you don't mind my asking, what happened?"