"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.
01-14-2015, 03:58 PM (This post was last modified: 03-05-2017, 11:00 AM by Maren.)
YEW's THREAD TRACKER & and artzdrop
"By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me."
01-25-2015, 03:12 AM (This post was last modified: 09-13-2015, 10:41 AM by Maren.)
M A R E N
" Do you remember how
The angels sang
And your sorrows left you there
Right before the lights came up. "
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Her smile had not followed its way up to her eyes, as it had rarely done these last few years. For the curling lips; a sign of happiness, was now merely a way for her reach out to maybe, just maybe, the feeling of warmth, bliss, joy. She could vaguely recall the fluttering feeling coming from the depths of her being, a long time ago, when she had been playing around their mountain home: She and her brother, Gha'Thor. Throwing lost acorns at each other in their innocence, unknowing and not caring about anything but that moment of laughter.
But the world was not that place, and the house in the mountains would not be the same. The world had covered her heart with rusty distrust, with her having no say in the matter.
So she turned around and strolled through the shadows of the same path she came from, back to the dying tree to continue her nap in the comforting mists. Needing to think of the purpose of her life once more, rejoining with the ghosts of screaming memories in the gloomy gardens of her mind where the Oak would still be alive: Forever casting shadows over the fire red roses.
03-22-2015, 03:46 AM (This post was last modified: 05-15-2015, 02:47 PM by Maren.)
Coding by Abba:
Maren
. . . so i go growing roses in the disarray.
At the same time a faraway voice kept screaming at her how ridiculously close she was to finding the answers she seeked for – the answers that the divine Entities of the Oak had denied her, for her to figure them out herself. Did they not know how much that was destroying her? How much that had left her walking the edge? Maren clenched her teeth. So that voice must be a lie.Nonsense created by the illusions of the poison.
As the Black One, her friend, became a blur on her retina, she pushed her haunches off the ground and leaped with her teeth bared towards the girl, attempting to bite her friend's left shoulder. I am probably the most messed-up Disciple these lands has ever known. And she felt sorry for its Kings and Queens that she could not even bring herself to feel much regret for her decisions, all the same. For if there had to be something that was going to push her off a crumbling edge, she would gladly let it be faith.
05-15-2015, 02:43 PM (This post was last modified: 10-22-2015, 09:03 AM by Maren.)
No—
Because she felt strangely sorry for herself, sorry for whoever she had talked into protecting their lands. For meanwhile she couldn’t, because she was such a terrible hypocrite. Why, of everything she had expected, why could she, the seer of the Throat, not even expect this.
And thus she merely closed her eyes as her thoughts struggled to gather themselves together from their chaotic state. Whatever the world wanted from her now, she could not do it; whatever the Helovian Gods would want them, the helovians, to protect, she could not do it. How could she fight a pretend-God that had the form of a tiger — for how? How could she know for sure it was not a God from her homeland (It couldn’t be). And yet, because of that simple, wispy thought that perhaps, just perhaps... it was true. She swallowed in the chemical smelling air that had started to mix itself with the mist. However much she was in Helovia now, Maren could not fight. Because, as the past was thrown at her, it did not matter what was now. Just like if it had been a goat— Even if a False God, I cannot fight it if it has the same form as the tiger gods of Deneb. So please don’t let me do it.
12-04-2015, 02:55 AM (This post was last modified: 12-20-2015, 06:02 AM by Maren.)
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A new, gentle push of the wind found its way through the open, marking the empty spot behind her as it took the warmth the stallion had left behind. That taking of that warmth was what made her eyes open in a slight confusion. Relief smothered whatever panic was left as her eyes glanced from under white lashes through the opening of the rotunda.
From her odd perspective she watched him leave. Quietly and content. According to her, a perfect ending to her one night stand; her temporarily taming of frustrating hormones. And, after the sight of his behind had gone into a blur, smudging into the Burch leaves' lustering, she only vaguely hoped that she wasn't pregnant. Nevertheless the sounds of the forest pressed on her loneliness as her curved back felt cold with his absence... But that was simply how it went, the mare scolded herself once again, for it didn't matter that the world was an ever changing thing, (oddly enough) some things continued to never change (like this). As if that was even possible.
"SPEECH"
12-20-2015, 06:00 AM (This post was last modified: 12-20-2015, 06:33 AM by Maren.)
Coding by the lovely Avis <3 :
By the precepts of her purity
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A new, gentle push of the wind found its way through the open, marking the empty spot behind her as it took the warmth the stallion had left behind. That taking of that warmth was what made her eyes open in a slight confusion. Relief smothered whatever panic was left as her eyes glanced from under white lashes through the opening of the rotunda.
From her odd perspective she watched him leave. Quietly and content. According to her, a perfect ending to her one night stand; her temporarily taming of frustrating hormones. And, after the sight of his behind had gone into a blur, smudging into the Burch leaves' lustering, she only vaguely hoped that she wasn't pregnant. Nevertheless the sounds of the forest pressed on her loneliness as her curved back felt cold with his absence... But that was simply how it went, the mare scolded herself once again, for it didn't matter that the world was an ever changing thing, (oddly enough) some things continued to never change (like this). As if that was even possible.
"Maecenas pretium vehicula turpis, in luctus arcu elementum posuere."
A new, gentle push of the wind found its way through the open, marking the empty spot behind her as it took the warmth the stallion had left behind. That taking of that warmth was what made her eyes open in a slight confusion. Relief smothered whatever panic was left as her eyes glanced from under white lashes through the opening of the rotunda.
From her odd perspective she watched him leave. Quietly and content. According to her, a perfect ending to her one night stand; her temporarily taming of frustrating hormones. And, after the sight of his behind had gone into a blur, smudging into the Burch leaves' lustering, she only vaguely hoped that she wasn't pregnant. Nevertheless the sounds of the forest pressed on her loneliness as her curved back felt cold with his absence... But that was simply how it went, the mare scolded herself once again, for it didn't matter that the world was an ever changing thing, (oddly enough) some things continued to never change (like this). As if that was even possible.
"Maecenas pretium vehicula turpis, in luctus arcu elementum posuere."
02-12-2016, 12:12 PM (This post was last modified: 02-12-2016, 12:13 PM by Maren.)
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Her smile had not followed its way up to her eyes, as it had rarely done these last few years. For the curling lips; a sign of happiness, was now merely a way for her reach out to maybe, just maybe, the feeling of warmth, bliss, joy. She could vaguely recall the fluttering feeling coming from the depths of her being, a long time ago, when she had been playing around their mountain home: She and her brother, Gha'Thor. Throwing lost acorns at each other in their innocence, unknowing and not caring about anything but that moment of laughter.
But the world was not that place, and the house in the mountains would not be the same. The world had covered her heart with rusty distrust, with her having no say in the matter.
So she turned around and strolled through the shadows of the same path she came from, back to the dying tree to continue her nap in the comforting mists. Needing to think of the purpose of her life once more, rejoining with the ghosts of screaming memories in the gloomy gardens of her mind where the Oak would still be alive: Forever casting shadows over the fire red roses.
Stuff to say is stuff to say goes here. "And now let's talk a lot,"
She felt her tiger companion looking up at her, and she turned her gaze to him. His eyes lay sharp in her stare and she felt his words in her mind for the first time, perhaps. Sounds, was the only thing she heard. Loud — then he ran off, his jumps more powerful now that he had grown in age and muscle, to investigate. Maren could do nothing other than follow him (or at least that’s how she felt), letting the sea of dancing fog and shadowy trees behind her and letting her hoofs lead her.
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