"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.
01-18-2015, 10:21 AM (This post was last modified: 01-27-2015, 12:47 PM by imi.)
Sacre we look so alike that it makes me shiver
Sacre stared out across the wastes of white as the wind whipped folds of his thick mane around his face. Vibrant blue eyes, those of his mother, searched the vast expanse of snow that all seemed to blur into one. He was near the Basin border with a quest on his mind, it pained him to know that he was not allowed into his home land, but he swallowed away the hurt in his heart. It had been his choice anyway, had it not? Yet, like any kid who returned to the scene of their childhood, there was a special kind of attachment here that no other could replace. Memories of playing with Roux in the snow, there were other foals here too, like Rhiannon and Lothíriel. The ever stout presence of both father and mother... Mother. He would never look upon her beautiful, familiar features again. Those caring eyes and faithful shoulders. Tears began to fall down his cheeks and quickly, he tried to blink them away, knowing that he had shed enough. His mother had not been faint of heart and surely, she would expect him to be stronger than this?
With a shaky breath, he turned his attention back to the reason he was lingering so close to the border of the Basin. There was one sibling he sought, one he had never conversed with all that often, but one who might know more. She was the eldest after all. If he couldn't find father then he would search for his next of kin until he found someone who shared his blood. Aviya.
She was scary, Sacre had stayed away from her most of the time afraid she might capture and twist him into something ugly. Yet, the boy couldn't help but think she may be the strongest out of them all, though a jealous sibling part of him challenged this. "Aviya?" He shouted, his voice carrying on the wind in hopes of finding his desired target. "Sister! Please, I need you" he shouted again. Inari rose onto his back legs and peered out across the landscape, searching and sniffing for the familiarity of the white faced Princess of the Doctor.
I wanna be completely weightless I wanna touch the edge of greatness
'Twas several days after her fight with Torleik that she heard the call of her name on the wind, stirring her into existence. She was patrolling along the outside of the Basin's borders, knowing that closer to her home the Sentinels would protect them well. However, a warrior's work was never accomplished. It tired the female, but she knew she had to be stronger than the others. It was the path of the warrior she chose, then, between her herd and her Plague. Aviya was an assassin, a coiled snake waiting beneath a bush with intent to strike. She was powerful, eager to learn and display her might, and she was cunning. Smart, yearning for knowledge.
Perhaps Aviya would explore more within the ranks of the Basin.
For now, however, she followed the call of her name on the wind. The voice was familiar, the ring of her younger brother, stained in darkness and blood. An amused and intrigued smirk lit her pale face as she trotted through the snow. The terrain was easily maneuverable in the coming spring, heightening itself towards summer. "You called?" The princess called out, her voice smooth on the cold wind, but dark and laced with danger. Her observant, icy eyes falling on her brother's dark form. She was so like her, just an inch taller, and splattered with a murder scene. He was truly a handsome boy, mirroring her beauty, gifted by their exquisite parentage. "It is surprising to see you so far north, Sacre." She mused, turning her shoulder some to walk to his side, half-circling him. One might look down on her and see her mimicry of the mountain cats that prowled around her home, others might see a warrior sizing up her opponent. Neither were wrong, nor were either correct.
Stopping at his flank, just far enough to reach out with her pink-touched muzzle and plant a kiss on him, Aviya turned once more. She squared her shoulders, though the delicate and feminine curvature of her body made her look more like a slithering snake than a hardened statue. She tilted her head some, frosted forelock falling to cover one of her blue eyes, her mother painted in their depths. Did Sacre know of her death? Of her killer? The thoughts danced inside of the dark woman, but instead she asked an entirely different question. "Where is your wombmate?"
He watched her come forth, her sleek body swayed with confidence and a kind of power that Sacre did not posses. It forced him to suppress a shiver, she may be his sister, but the boy felt she moved much like a predator that would be wise to avoid. Still, her eyes gleamed the familiar blue that he too shared, a gift from their late mother proving that she had not entirely left this world. Her voice lifted onto the air with the same poise that her entire being carried with great conviction, but the colt found his lips twitching into his usual broad boyish smile in response. It had been a while since he’d laid eyes on a family member, in fact the last time was- The thought of the frozen, lifeless body stuck in his head and the smile vanished, leaving nothing but a grieved face as his head bowed with emotion. Yes, that time. He took a moment to retrieve his thoughts from the pit of sorrow they had fallen down before he raised his head again and a lopsided, half-hearted grin grew on his lips. What had happened to them was surely a sad and sorry tale, but his own blood still breathed before him and for that, the red stained colt was quite grateful.
"I come here from time to time, I like the touch of snow and the memories it brings" he answered honestly, recalling his times wandering the steppe with a fond warmth. He had met Tandavi for the first time up here too and Sikeax, the filly with the uncanny ability to be in the mountains at the same time as himself. It seemed although he had left this wintry land, he did not return with bitterness or regret, just joy and the comfort of an old home. "I miss these mountains, the wild winters and the wilder folk." He laughed, perhaps it wasn’t right of him now, but Sacre still considered the residents of the Basin to be family.
He leaned into her touch and found solitude in their kinship; did she know about their mother? Was he about to break her heart with his words? He swallowed, not knowing if he could be responsible to inflict such pain upon his sister and his hesitation caused him to pause his words long enough for Aviya to fit a question in. Sacre frowned. Was Roux not in the Basin? On instinct, he cast a glance to the arrow in his tail that was tied neatly in with the black hairs and it sat like a pretty piece of jewellery, dormant. It had only ever glowed once and the fact it hadn’t recently took the edge off Sacre’s racing heart, but still, where was he? "I… don’t know. I thought he was with you in the Basin. I have not seen him in a while" he paused, gaze stricken with yet more worry and a flash of forlorn hope "I was going to ask him to come back with me to the Throat." He mentioned it more as if he was simply speaking his thoughts, remembering his twin’s doubts about living in the Basin before, those very words that had spurred Sacre to start his own adventure away from their mountain home.
A long, stressful sigh passed through his lips as he added it onto his list of things to worry about alongside his mother’s death and other, more confusing feelings about love and friendship. Taking a deep breath, the boy made the plunge into the real reason he had sought out the companionship of his eldest sibling "Have you heard about… Mother?" His voice shook.
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[O] I hope you're up there with God saying "That's my kid!"
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