"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.
she's gonna be somebody's only light
gonna shine tonight
yeah, she's gonna be somebody's baby
------------------------------Aisling----
The little lass was quite enjoying these tasks the Earth God set. Each one was akin to a miniature quest, which was an exciting enough notion to go unaided but she was also absolutely delighted to be seeing more of this new land. The more she saw the more there was to see; she wanted to know about the Gods here and wondered if the magic in this land sprung from them like it did from the faeries back home.
The best things about these mini adventures was by far the company she kept. Adventures on her own had been fun but a quest with a merry band of companions was what the songs always said and finding her life aligning with any tale was enough to send her head spinning in a whirlwind of childish dreams and aspirations. With Finn as her companion, there was little else she could wish for. Aisling was quickly affirm go her opinion the has was one of the sweetest and most charming stallions she had ever met.
She danced along at his side, content to follow his lead through the meadow, and replayed the scene at the pool again in her mind. He had been so gallant, coming to assist her as he had, for in her fanciful recollection there had been no interference, and the magical setting had done nothing to keep her fluttery heart grounded.
She liked to listen as he idly chatted and hummed serenely in acknowledgement. At his quiet mention of a home other than Helovia her imagination flew. They came to a stop and she watched home carefully dig up the lovely purple flower. Such care he took, so much patience and kindness and charm, whe could surely be and exiled prince, cast out of his kingdom by an evil sorcerer, and building a new home in a new land. She sighed happily, looking around the flowery path and enjoying the sight of playful children nearby before turning back to Finn. "You're not a native of this land? Where is it you're from then?" She asked brightly, bending down to start work of a flower of her own, digging with a dainty grey hoof.
03-27-2015, 11:06 PM (This post was last modified: 08-24-2015, 05:57 PM by Aisling.)
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Aisling
O you dreamers proud and pure
you have gleaned the sweet of life
golden truth that shall endure
over pain and doubt and strife
The little lass was quite enjoying these tasks the Earth God set. Each one was akin to a miniature quest, which was an exciting enough notion to go unaided but she was also absolutely delighted to be seeing more of this new land. The more she saw the more there was to see; she wanted to know about the Gods here and wondered if the magic in this land sprung from them like it did from the faeries back home.
The best things about these mini adventures was by far the company she kept. Adventures on her own had been fun but a quest with a merry band of companions was what the songs always said and finding her life aligning with any tale was enough to send her head spinning in a whirlwind of childish dreams and aspirations. With Finn as her companion, there was little else she could wish for. Aisling was quickly affirm go her opinion the has was one of the sweetest and most charming stallions she had ever met.
She danced along at his side, content to follow his lead through the meadow, and replayed the scene at the pool again in her mind. He had been so gallant, coming to assist her as he had, for in her fanciful recollection there had been no interference, and the magical setting had done nothing to keep her fluttery heart grounded.
She liked to listen as he idly chatted and hummed serenely in acknowledgement. At his quiet mention of a home other than Helovia her imagination flew. They came to a stop and she watched home carefully dig up the lovely purple flower. Such care he took, so much patience and kindness and charm, whe could surely be and exiled prince, cast out of his kingdom by an evil sorcerer, and building a new home in a new land. She sighed happily, looking around the flowery path and enjoying the sight of playful children nearby before turning back to Finn. "You're not a native of this land? Where is it you're from then?" She asked brightly, bending down to start work of a flower of her own, digging with a dainty grey hoof."talk talk talk talk
08-24-2015, 05:56 PM (This post was last modified: 08-24-2015, 06:25 PM by Aisling.)
To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars
Here she prances and plays all the livelong day.”Her speech goes in this lovely color here like this.” She might sing a song, you don't even know. Well maybe you do know because she sings all the damn time.
11-30-2015, 11:36 PM (This post was last modified: 11-30-2015, 11:40 PM by Aisling.)
don't get lost in my lyrics
you won't find your way out
Here she prances and plays all the livelong day.”Her speech goes in this lovely color here like this.” She might sing a song, you don't even know. Well maybe you do know because she sings all the damn time.
04-26-2016, 06:03 PM (This post was last modified: 08-01-2016, 11:00 PM by Aisling.)
AISLING
my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings
she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things
Another trek through the deep forrest, still old and gnarled to be sure, but not as frightening to the little mare as it had once been. Though many trees were hardy evergreens, the others had shed their leaves to stand like skeletons but this allowed a little more light to reach the forrest floor. Another thing that helped was the milder weather; the cold was no bother and anything was better than thunderstorms in the faerie’s opinion. Little grey-washed hooves pick carefully through the brambles, taking her south to find the Veins again. It was past time she returned to the Sun God’s shrine and she was eager to see what waited for her there.
Aisling plays with lyrics in her mind, going over and over the words and verses of her composition and making adjustments where she sees fit. She would hum bits of the melody to herself as she went, to keep company in the silent woods, but the words stayed yet only in her head. Singing had always been a great love of hers, but when it came to writing her own songs she was terribly insecure and had never preformed one for an audience. The prospect of writing and singing a ballad worthy of the Sun was a daunting task indeed, and perhaps her trepidation slowed her steps. The longer it took her to get there, the better the song would be… Wouldn’t it?
A disturbance in the silent wood pulls Aisling from her musical musings—the sound of racing feet and the twigs that snap under each hurried step—and she stops to look for the source. A flash of copper and gold catches her eye: a figure moving fast through the trees on a path that had intersected with her own not far ahead. It is a wild run, from what Aisling can see, reckless in such close quarters and the little mare’s curiosity wis triggered in the instant it takes for the figure to move in and out of sight. Careful to keep her eyes fixed on where the copper flash had vanished, the little mare starts forward again, altering her own path to follow. The yell echoes back to her, one of surprise at least, and her fanciful mind is quick to hear fear in it as well so she quickens her pace.
Finally there is a voice ahead, and the white one slows to a cautious walk while pricking her was forward to listen carefully. Of course, she would be willing to help of there was trouble (and that seemed likely to her as evidenced by the show of haste) but knew it best to be careful. "I'm sorry, Lace... I don't know what to do.” … The words start to become clear as Aisling finally catches up to her quarry, approaching from behind and careful to keep her footfalls quiet and unobtrusive.
It’s a woman, the songstress discovers, youthful by the looks and not at all alone. Beside the copper mare flits a multi-tailed fox and both stand before formation of stone too conspicuous to have occurred naturally. The pile of stones rises, she sees, out of the earth with one placed prominently on top, and it speaks clearly to Aisling of loss. They had built cairns like this in the land of her birth, tombs for the loved and the highly esteemed and it seemed to Aisling that this one had a special meaning to the girl in front of her. The words the copper one speaks have the white’s heart breaking; she couldn’t turn back now, couldn’t leave anyone in such and miserable state and so she moves forward. “I’ve always been a lover of wishes, but even I don’t think that one will do you or anyone any good.” Her words are gentle, reaching out to the stranger, even as she stops herself at a respectful distance. “Fate will do as she pleases so better to wish for good things, and do what you can to help them along.”
Table style by Tamme!
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::
05-16-2016, 07:41 AM (This post was last modified: 05-16-2016, 07:50 AM by Aisling.)
aisling
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johnny
the cutest quote in the world goes here
because we just can't get enough
Another trek through the deep forrest, still old and gnarled to be sure, but not as frightening to the little mare as it had once been. Though many trees were hardy evergreens, the others had shed their leaves to stand like skeletons but this allowed a little more light to reach the forrest floor. Another thing that helped was the milder weather; the cold was no bother and anything was better than thunderstorms in the faerie’s opinion. Little grey-washed hooves pick carefully through the brambles, taking her south to find the Veins again. It was past time she returned to the Sun God’s shrine and she was eager to see what waited for her there.
Aisling plays with lyrics in her mind, going over and over the words and verses of her composition and making adjustments where she sees fit. She would hum bits of the melody to herself as she went, to keep company in the silent woods, but the words stayed yet only in her head. Singing had always been a great love of hers, but when it came to writing her own songs she was terribly insecure and had never preformed one for an audience. The prospect of writing and singing a ballad worthy of the Sun was a daunting task indeed, and perhaps her trepidation slowed her steps. The longer it took her to get there, the better the song would be… Wouldn’t it?
A disturbance in the silent wood pulls Aisling from her musical musings—the sound of racing feet and the twigs that snap under each hurried step—and she stops to look for the source. A flash of copper and gold catches her eye: a figure moving fast through the trees on a path that had intersected with her own not far ahead. It is a wild run, from what Aisling can see, reckless in such close quarters and the little mare’s curiosity wis triggered in the instant it takes for the figure to move in and out of sight. Careful to keep her eyes fixed on where the copper flash had vanished, the little mare starts forward again, altering her own path to follow. The yell echoes back to her, one of surprise at least, and her fanciful mind is quick to hear fear in it as well so she quickens her pace.
Finally there is a voice ahead, and the white one slows to a cautious walk while pricking her was forward to listen carefully. Of course, she would be willing to help of there was trouble (and that seemed likely to her as evidenced by the show of haste) but knew it best to be careful. "I'm sorry, Lace... I don't know what to do.” … The words start to become clear as Aisling finally catches up to her quarry, approaching from behind and careful to keep her footfalls quiet and unobtrusive.
It’s a woman, the songstress discovers, youthful by the looks and not at all alone. Beside the copper mare flits a multi-tailed fox and both stand before formation of stone too conspicuous to
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Another trek through the deep forrest, still old and gnarled to be sure, but not as frightening to the little mare as it had once been. Though many trees were hardy evergreens, the others had shed their leaves to stand like skeletons but this allowed a little more light to reach the forrest floor. Another thing that helped was the milder weather; the cold was no bother and anything was better than thunderstorms in the faerie’s opinion. Little grey-washed hooves pick carefully through the brambles, taking her south to find the Veins again. It was past time she returned to the Sun God’s shrine and she was eager to see what waited for her there.
Aisling plays with lyrics in her mind, going over and over the words and verses of her composition and making adjustments where she sees fit. She would hum bits of the melody to herself as she went, to keep company in the silent woods, but the words stayed yet only in her head. Singing had always been a great love of hers, but when it came to writing her own songs she was terribly insecure and had never preformed one for an audience. The prospect of writing and singing a ballad worthy of the Sun was a daunting task indeed, and perhaps her trepidation slowed her steps. The longer it took her to get there, the better the song would be… Wouldn’t it?
A disturbance in the silent wood pulls Aisling from her musical musings—the sound of racing feet and the twigs that snap under each hurried step—and she stops to look for the source. A flash of copper and gold catches her eye: a figure moving fast through the trees on a path that had intersected with her own not far ahead. It is a wild run, from what Aisling can see, reckless in such close quarters and the little mare’s curiosity wis triggered in the instant it takes for the figure to move in and out of sight. Careful to keep her eyes fixed on where the copper flash had vanished, the little mare starts forward again, altering her own path to follow. The yell echoes back to her, one of surprise at least, and her fanciful mind is quick to hear fear in it as well so she quickens her pace.
Finally there is a voice ahead, and the white one slows to a cautious walk while pricking her was forward to listen carefully. Of course, she would be willing to help of there was trouble (and that seemed likely to her as evidenced by the show of haste) but knew it best to be careful. "I'm sorry, Lace... I don't know what to do.” … The words start to become clear as Aisling finally catches up to her quarry, approaching from behind and careful to keep her footfalls quiet and unobtrusive.
It’s a woman, the songstress discovers, youthful by the looks and not at all alone. Beside the copper mare flits a multi-tailed fox and both stand before formation of stone too conspicuous to
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[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::
11-23-2016, 09:49 PM (This post was last modified: 11-23-2016, 10:00 PM by Aisling.)
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Aisling
i know of witches who whistle at different pitches
calling things that don't have names
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::
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