"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.
Ktulu the Constrictor
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
"Ktulu. No death can undo what happened. Let her go."
"No..." Ktulu whispered. How could she just let her go? How when she had abused her power and murdered just because she could? How could the other gods just let her walk away to her sanctuary in the Edge? How? "She murded my son." Ktulu stared at the ground before her, vision blurred and watery. "She used us. Played with us. Pretended she was concerned and she was behind everything. And they do nothing." How many dark times had she been behind? The wraiths? The eclipse? What would stop her from doing any of it again? Who would stop her if her own brothers wouldn't?
Was it so wrong to want revenge? Justice? Wouldn't Ophelia want it if it had been her child slaughtered mercilessly? "Why him?" She asked, hoping that Ophelia could give her an answer that made sense. "Why not me?" Parents were supposed to protect their children at all costs and she tried and she failed. She hadn't been close enough to throw herself in front of him and save him as she should have. His father had been closer, though, but he'd done nothing. She perceived it as heartless, careless, loveless and it was something that she would never forgive him for.
He let Hototo die.
Never before had Ktulu felt so utterly defeated. So lost. So broken. Her head dropped and she pressed her cheek against Ophelia's shoulder. The constant contact would keep her from completely shattering, from chasing after the Moon Goddess, and ultimately running headlong into her own death. But what would it matter now if she died? She didn't care anymore. The Gods had used her, taken from her, and she was tired of them. How many others were feeling the same way she was? How long would they continue to worship them and how long would those same gods fail to protect them? What sort of balance did they have when they didn't know what the other was doing? How powerful and divine could they be when they were so blind to the fact that one of their own was murdering in cold blood?
"I can't stay here." The longer she stood in the meadow the more she felt herself coming apart. Her self control was slipping and there was the very real possibility that she would lose complete control of herself and act on the anger and hurt that was ripping her apart.
But... maybe if she attacked them they would put an end to her misery.
Ophelia had no words. Loss after loss had taken their toll on her heart. Now, all she felt was numbness creeping throughout her soul, protecting her from another shattering death of one she loved. Ailith. Phaedra. Soleil. Circe. Psyche... The death of her mother had been enough to cripple her for a quite some time, but the books continued to close, final pages read in a story that was not intended to end in the middle of their plot. A frigid blast of air hissed through the frozen palace of her heart, barely moving a single memory or fiber perched precariously in the wasteland.
She stared out at the gathered group, and they began to blur, her vision shifting back into her mind instead of out in the group. Mauja's words made sense, but she could say nothing, voice strangled in her throat as she held her sister tightly, knowing that a single word or an ill-placed touch could crack the surface of her broken world. Instead, she glanced at the gods and then tuned them all out again, focusing on her twin, her rock and her support who now needed her again.
How long had they walked, shoulder to shoulder, as they fled the shades? How their bones ached from use. Collapsing on the threshold of Helovia, just children, starving and nothing but a will to survive pushing them onward. Ophelia shook her head, brows furrowed over her strange, dual colored eyes. They flickered with a hint of emotion, but she felt dead inside, empty. The cup of herself had been poured out and now was being hit from the bottom for any last morsel. She inhaled shakily.
"What can they do?" she asked quietly, frowning. "We need the night. We need the moon. We need darkness. They are... they have bound themselves foolishly," she murmured, wondering what it would take to break the cycle among them. Could they kill the moon goddess? Would another rise in her stead or would the world as they know it die? There were too many questions, too much she didn't know. Ophelia took a deep breath and buried her face in her sister's pale mane, holding her close.
"It was his time," she whispered. It was the only answer. "He... he has to be in a better place - away from the misery we all share. Hototo was the best of us, Ktulu - too loving and innocent for this world," she murmured. "I have to believe that this was meant to happen - that he was meant to serve and be rewarded with an afterlife." Ophelia was not so philosophical, rarely pondering on what came after her inevitable demise, but the Earth God seemed convinced that Hototo was safe.
Ophelia nodded. "Come home with me," she murmured softly.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
Ktulu the Constrictor
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
"What can they do?"
What could they do? What could they do? They could give her a more punishment more fitting of her crimes than simple banishment. She was still alive, still breathing, still playing games, while those that she murdered slowly faded into nothingness and the families that she took them from grieved. There was no justice and there would be no justice so long as the gods were involved in anything. They were above punishment, above justice. Their balance was nothing more than a joke as were their claimed values and beliefs.
"They are nothing without us." Ktulu answered as her sister spoke of their need for darkness. "Without our worship where would they be? Without the tasks that we do for them where would they be? Without us how would they have children? They would have no purpose without us. They would be completely useless, totally worthless. Pointless. They need us just like we need them, but they refuse to see it! We don't fit in their balance." The gods of Helovia were not the only gods on Loorien. Isilme had its own gods and because of that alone Ktulu was certain that other lands held their own gods. The world would not cease in its spinning if Helovia's gods ceased to exist much like the mortals they toyed with at their convenience.
"It was his time."
"No." The dark mare hissed vehemently. "She decided it was his time to go! Since when is she the God of Life and Death? She is supposed to make the moon rise and fall, she lords over dark magic and wind magic, she does not decide who lives and who dies. She interfered with lives that she had no business interfering with!" And she didn't care. She had no remorse for anything she did and it made Ktulu hate her with every fiber of her being.
There was a small part of her that wanted to believe that there was an afterlife and that Hototo was rewarded with one, but she no longer had any faith in the gods and believed none of what they said. "They used my son and threw him away when he was of no more use. That's all he was put here to do, be a puppet and do what the Earth God told him to do. Roskuld is the same, so is Mesec, and the Sun child." The last thing Ktulu wanted to do was hurt her sister's feelings, but she spoke what she felt was the truth. The gods only procreated because they had to. For their so-called balance.
Ktulu's anger gave way as another wave of sadness crashed through her fractured heart and made her body tremble. "My son." She whispered as tears fell from her eyes. It had hurt when she'd found her mother dead, but it did not compare to the pure, unadulterated agony that shook her upon losing her child. Her ears tilted at her sister's request that she go home with her. For a moment Ktulu remained silent before finally nodding. "The Edge will probably have a meeting soon about ... this ... her. I need to be seen there."
Ophelia both agreed and disagreed, but her thoughts on the matter were unnecessary at this point in time. Ktulu needed her time to grieve and to blame. She deserved her chance to hate, fume and spit all of the negativity from her soul, and most of all, she deserved vengeance. While this was not her battle to wage, and while she thought that Hototo had made his own decisions, Ophelia would stand by her sister. The pale princess let out a cleansing breath, trying to put the darkness aside and focus on what was important. She stayed close, her heart aching and then she stiffened at the mention of Roskuld.
"I've... experienced that before," she replied. I told her that she could be her own individual and live her own live, but she hates me, Ktulu. I failed her in some way that I don't understand and the guilt is crushing." She truly didn't understand how she had failed, but she had. Was it disappearing for that time? Was it something she said? Something she didn't?
She quickly dried one of Ktulu's tears with a soft brush of her muzzle, rooting around in her head for any other stressors. Long ago, Ktulu had granted open access permission to her mind, and she looked around, getting angry at the fact that she had seen Midas and he had summarily dismissed her from his presence. Ophelia wanted to growl, but she held her tongue. When had he started to speak like that? What other presence was there in the Falls? And why did he nearly dismiss Ktulu's earnest honesty?
The pale princess scowled, hiding the expression in her sister's neck. "I'll wait for you here, then." And she would. She was not going to interrupt a herd meeting with her presence.
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
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