"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.
“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
I lead Hertz to the sea, towards one of the murder trees that had sprung up when the murderer was uncovered. It needed to be preserved, the memory of the child's soul kept alive, so that none may forget the horror of the Moon Goddess's work. I stand before the tree, looking up at the branches. Such senseless death. Yet, I supposed the Moon Goddess thought it was justified.
I turn to look at Hertz, ears pricking. "Do you want to carry the clipping?" I ask, looking back at the tree, my wing draping over my son's back, pulling him a little closer. This had been someone's daughter... someone's sister, someone's friend. Out of all the plant life, I hoped others had the same idea to save clippings of these trees, to preserve the memories of the fallen.
Memory needed to be preserved, honored, for truly all we had of the dead were our memories.
@[Hertz] Hertz and Buce, free to crash!
"Bucephalus speaks"
"Altan speaks"
Syrena and her not-as-bad-as-the-others friend companion had so far agreed that the tasks were pretty pointless. To start, anyone that did not hear the warning about the boat deserved to drown. And then gathering up water? Because there was going to be a shortage in a flood? Now! Well, Syrena did not eat what the others did - she thrived on water-plants and something told her they were going to be just fine after the flood was over. They might even be a little bit more plentiful. There really was no need to save any of them and they certainly wouldn’t be much use to anyone else…
Oh, well, maybe it would be worth a trip to the beach to grab some of the seaweed. She could use it to chew while they were on the boat and this trip would effectively waste time that could otherwise be spent helping others.
There was a stallion a little further down the beach near a tree but Syrena wasn’t interested in him, just another face that mattered nothing until she had her magic back - until she was something to be feared again and she could drown him and his golden feathers. Her focus was on the gently lapping waves that she moved into, rooting around with her muzzle - the water staining her grey coat blue and teal with the cool waters - and to find what she was looking for. The fins on the back of her heels fanned out in the current. “Do you eat seaweed?” She asked the mare she assumed had followed her - what else would she be doing?
Dragging those stupid wooden buckets back to the boat was absolutely ridiculous and a waste of time. If only she had the knowledge of some of the local poisons to add to the supply. Then they might actually succeed in getting a few of the idiots to drop dead oh yay. Groaning quietly at the third announcement/task she couldn't help but glare up at the Earth god in loathing. He must really be enjoying this whole ordering everyone around but sooner or later someone would stick it to him and make him regret it. Perhaps she should just add all of the gods and goddesses to her list while she was at it. They all seemed to have gigantic egos and attitudes to go along with it. Now if she was a goddess that would just be divine she mused happily.
Well at least this task seemed to have some sorta sense to it whereas the last two didn't. Food would be important to keep them all alive but why did they all have to stay alive? Wandering along after her partner she was half contemplating grabbing a couple long strands of grass or a tree branch to save the searching and get it done. It wouldn't be what mr earth wanted but that was just too bad. Watching her odd "friend" wading into the water she wondered what on earth she was thinking of before she noticed the seaweed all gathered along the shoreline. Well she supposed it was edible and it was definitely easier than fighting with a tree to tear off a limb. " Never tried it before but I suppose its edible." She replied lowering her head down to sniff at it before taking a small piece into her mouth.
The taste was odd but she had to admit it wasn't horrible. " Seaweed ain't exactly on the menu up in the Basin." She added pawing a couple of the largest chunks into a pile. Well if all else fails it would be satisfying to chuck at someone. Glancing over to the pegasus searching down the beach she had the urge to try out her theory just to see its effect.
Aithniel
The first flame burned gloriously, but the second flame burns cold.
Aithniel returned with her bucket of water, walking in quiet. She wondered about the rain. She wondered what it would do and how much tension would brew being in such close quarters. Having not been alive for the darkness that forced everyone in the caves, she had no reference point. The fire child walked east, knowing that even some insignificant plants needed love too. Everyone else would go for the flowers or the pretty vines, but there were grasses by the sea that seemed soft and tasty. They needed to be thought of too. "I like how thoughtful you are," she said. The words were fact, not intended to flatter.
"I think it's nice." The strange daughter of the sun smiled before walking up to the grasses, inhaling the salty, sea breeze. Carefully, she dug around a patch of the grass and gently pried it up by using her deft toes to pick at it from the bottom. Eventually the entire patch along with the root base popped loose, and she looked over at her new friend, waiting patiently. Aithniel looked up and around, frowning deeply as she saw one of the trees that marked a fallen body. Her chest hitched, and she frowned, watching a pegasus take a clipping and a strange, scaled mare stand by and watch.
"Before you were born, a murderer killed so many of us. Those trees... the special ones... they mark where someone died."
ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
Compliments made the girl feel weird.
On the one hand they seemed to emphasize traits of hers over which she had no control. For instance, she could easily have been the opposite, where she wasn't thoughtful, but instead was arrogant or boisterous. Then again, it made her feel as though she was supposed to reciprocate. But she'd already paid Aithniel a compliment - a genuine one. Anything more would seem forced; would be forced. She felt torn. The girl didn't want to say the wrong thing and insult or distance herself from what could be a friendship, but nor did she want to offer false flattery just for the sake of reciprocation.
But now too much time had passed. The girl needed to say something. A blank golden stare found Aith, and she pressed a smile to her lips. It was slightly forced at first, but felt more genuine after a moment as her muscles accepted the gesture. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the compliment. She simply didn't know how to react.
The demi-child paused when her older sibling did, her golden gaze following Aithniel's. As the ashen filly spoke, the girl found herself nodding her quad-horned head. She had heard of the murders, of what had happened. She had even tried to speak with the God of the Moon about it. It was to her that the girl owed her life after all. Hototo's death cleared the path for her own existence. One couldn't hate their creator.
Or could they?
"Yes. Kahlua told me." She responded, softly. "I like that trees mark their graves instead of stone. Life should always follow death."
02-11-2015, 11:31 PM (This post was last modified: 02-11-2015, 11:32 PM by Atlas.)
Atlas
Was it wrong that I’d decided to follow the glorious mare from the beach right back to where we’d first met? Probably. Did I care that I appeared to be quite the pervert? No. I was a grown man, more than capable of handling my masculine interactions in an even manlier way… Or at least I thought. The lovely silver mare had completely ignored me while lurking along the shore, but I wasn’t giving up just yet. Of course, Vacant Eyes probably wouldn’t be too interested in my antics so I tried to keep my eyes on her, despite the fact that my senses were screaming at me to ignore the silent killer and go for the gorgeous lady with the cerulean eyes.
However, I’d been led astray too many times before and I’d come to Helovia in hopes of changing my ways… So I’d decided to admire from afar.
There was a queer looking stallion down the beach from where my current fixation had decided to collect the newly demanded “plants”, but a lion didn’t worry over the opinions of sheep (and let’s be honest, that man was a sheep if I’d ever seen one). Apparently, the two fillies who accompanied him thought him to be marvelous (a real ladies’ man), but I wasn’t fooled. Beauty was only skin deep.
That man could have all the women in Helovia swooning at his hooves as long as it wasn’t my silver-girl. I wore stars better anyways.
With a huff, I turned away from those gathered on the beach and dipped my head low in order to grab a mouthful of sandy weeds. Surely the world would miss the presence of these lovely sprouts.
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