"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.
01-26-2015, 04:45 PM (This post was last modified: 02-07-2015, 10:19 PM by Nasreen.)
The girl wheels in lazy circles in the sky, drifting on a thermal breeze and steadying herself for what she is about to do. One… Copper wings beat for an instant, then she glides again. Two… Nasreen sucks in a breath, trying her best to ignore the flutter in her belly—it is as if her stomach has wings that are all its own. Is that nor--? Three!
Without warning, the maiden plunges into a dive, plummeting from the sky like a hawk intent on some unseen prey. Wings press tight against her duo-colored body, and ears lie uncharacteristically flat against her skull, but the image of ferocity is ruined by the rather high-pitched scream that slips past her lips. Down, down she streaks, through cloud and mist and space, until somewhere faintly below her, the ground comes into view. And then the field is rushing towards her and without hearing herself, she is screaming louder…until with a final terrified shriek, she forces her wings outward at the last second, unfurling them to guide her safely to the earth. The landing is a bit bumpy, but as her hooves touch down upon the grasses of the Heavenly Fields, there is a triumphant spring to her step. Laughter, simultaneously delighted and hysterical, bubbles from her gaping muzzle as she evens her stride, taking a victory lap around the field. She did it! She actually did it! It is no small success for the rather clumsy princess; for she has been practicing the technique for weeks. Only she has never had the nerve to actually try it from so high up until today.
With the adrenaline still pumping through her veins, Nasreen feels as if she can take on anything. It is a welcome change to the time she has spent alone as of late—it’s been a miserable past few weeks. For Quilyan is still missing…and for the first time since arriving in Helovia, her hope of finding home has faltered. Her encounter with Bucephalus bruised both heart and spirit, it seems, and though she still cannot put him out of her head, gone are the silly fantasies in which they dance together across the flowering fields. Instead, Nasreen is only left with an echo, the empty ring of his voice as he swore he wouldn’t help her, and it resounds day and night, haunting her waking hours and plaguing her dreams. If Th’orqui was really out there…shouldn’t she have found it by now?
It had all been too much to bear, especially on her own, and so the maiden had ventured forth from the Edge once more to a place where she had once practiced her flying. Perhaps it didn’t do much to solve her problems, but aside from her long-lost kingdom, the lass has always felt most at home in the sky. So here she is, prancing in the cloud-kissed meadow, relishing in the feeling of having outflown her problems…temporarily, anyway.
Edit: retagging just because it's been a bit and you may have missed it!
@[Bucephalus]
"speech"
Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
― Leonardo da Vinci
When I had come here to play, I did not expect to see a familiar copper-snow mare diving, reckless, carefree. I lifted my head from the earth, having been rolling(because sand itched quite a bit in naughty places), just in time to watch the princess plummet. It was a sight to steal the breath, to make the heart speed up in excitement and terror sympathetic to her own.
Down, down down she falls towards what had to be her doom. "Now." I breathe, and am on cue, for her wings unfurl to stop her rapid descent, and I laugh at the shriek she makes. If I had to guess, she wasn't used to such things. Quickly I rose, shaking myself off before going to approach, however I pause, hesitating. I seemed to have a bad habit of parting on ill terms with mares, apparently... Would my presence be welcomed?
I frowned faintly, then shrugged it off and strode over, grinning. "That was wonderful, Nasreen. I did not take you for one who enjoys such things." I dip my head in greeting, glancing up at the sky before looking back to her. My smile fades, and my ears flick back, no words escaping me for the moment. But, as always, I break the silence(Can you blame me? This world is too damn quiet and too damn still), taking a step towards her. "Nasreen... I am sorry about your home, but that would require me doing something I cannot. Perhaps I can help you find another way?"
As fond of this mare I was becoming, she was not worth my death.
@[Nasreen] SO SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT
"Bucephalus speaks"
"Altan speaks"
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