"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.
The Reaper didn’t truly know much about plants, except he enjoyed eating them. Which ones were precious, which ones held significant meaning, which ones were grand for mending, had never been on his agenda. He was a man of war, not herbs. Somewhere the education had slipped away from his grasp, and some part of him should have been a little ashamed. Even the notion of plucking the flora by their stems, holding them, and attempting to get the newfound wards and wares back to the ship didn’t sound plausible, not with his modicum of sorcery. They’d all be chiseled into nothingness, dead, withered, frayed. The wheels in his head turned, ever so slightly, upon Thranduil, and decided he’d have to be the designated pack mule. It’d kill two birds with one stone: amusement finally at the Thief’s expense, and completing the task. Perfect. His eyes wandered over the vast plains along the Heavenly Fields, the scores of grass bending and swaying, gaze locking over one particular plant and shrugging noncommittally to his partner. “What about that one?” He wasn’t aware if Thranduil actually held any knowledge of plant life either: maybe they’d have to depend on his deer companion.
Ophelia laughed as Torleik spoke to her, reminding them of her loss against him when they splashed around in the Basin pools. She grinned, the way he perfectly mimicked her words providing wonderful symmetry to her flawless memories. The pale princess just smiled, grabbed her bucket and returned to the Thistle Meadow. Once those were dropped off, she went to the heavenly fields, seeing Deimos up there already. Ophelia found a purple lavender and used her hooves with toes to dig up the plants, and Tinek, helpful as usual, carefully extracted the plant with his front talons, holding it carefully. "Thank you, Tinek," she replied, looking up at Torleik. "Ready again?" she asked. These simple tasks were brief and important. Each one was an act of team work, something that they achieved in tandem.
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.
Torleik continued to smirk when Phi grinned at him, but his expression easily faded into another handsome, happy smile. He loved seeing her smile - it was a radiant expression, much like her devotion to the radiant Sun God. The Bloodskald knew little of their pledges of fealty to wholly opposite gods, but would he really be surprised if he did? She was as brilliant as the noonday star, and he was a reflection of her glory just as the moon in the sky served as a minaret giving call for the sun.
They completed the task required of them both, returning their buckets of water to the Thistle Meadow and being dispatched for another. Dig up plants? Torleik frowned. This would be...difficult. His solid hooves weren't meant for that. "Irelyn, I will need your help," he rumbled, nodding at the plants when they reached them. He used his hooves to break up the dirt around the flower and his owl-griffin came along and delicately dug up the rest of the living object with her front bird talons. Ophelia inquired if he was ready once more and he smiled at Irelyn. "Ready," he returned, prepared to move along with his lady once more.
Reaching out, quietly, he gently and briefly touched his nose to her face just near her ear, drawing back almost immediately. The action was subtle, well-executed, coming in stride with their movements. The warrior-poet could be smooth.
Now how could they top the fun of last adventure? It seemed they could not. Shaking his twin horns the golden wanders behind his partner this time, though it seemed Deimos had just as little idea of what do as the gold. Save plants. What plants? Oh of course there were trees and such but leave that to creatures like Shida who could blow that shit all the way to the boat. Here in the heavenly fields there was only grass. The gold was pleased with that, grass weighed less than a tree. It was a pity though. So far there hadn’t been a single thing to mess with that dark horse about. The golden had hoped time would keep them in uncomfortably close quarter where he could annoy the man to no end. Perhaps that time would come. Bored, the golden reached down to graze. Sure he’d save some grass but first he was going to make damn well sure he had his fill. That reminded him, where was that black thi-Haldir? Earth eyes spot the fawn bounding in the tall grasses between the gold and the black bodies. The gold may know he had to save the deer, but he certainly didn’t enjoy the thought of his forever company. His peaceful grazing is interrupted by the dark devil. Oh right saving things. Picking his head up and moving over the gold considers the plant. It was short grass, already browning slight in the heat of this summer. Without much ado the gold reaches right down and grabs a clump. Chewing he puts on the air of authority. “Filling, sweet, bit dry but it gives you a crunchiness that propels the flavor.” Swallowing he moves to stand by some. “It’s good as any to me.” Cloven hooves begin to cut into the earth, scraping away to get deep enough under the roots. “Haldir!” The gold cries, and the little fawn comes skipping over. He places a bucket he has been carrying down. The gold reaches up a clump of grass and places it in the bucket. Tongue not too pleased with the taste of dirt. Snorting he continues to work.
Over the way he hears another crew gathering plants. Stopping to look over he see their lady and her ass of a boo. God he wanted to throw something at them and tell them to get a room (wait weren’t they trying to?). Coming back to his own task the gold finds his bucket full. “Right” Taking it from the fawn he moves to carry it back to the ship, waiting, ever so nicely on his ‘partner’.
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Archibald moved into the heavenly fields, encouraging his daughter to keep working towards their adventure. A dark, swirling, gnawing black pit grew in his stomach, however. The Earth God had commanded them to save plants and all Archibald could focus on was the tree that he had erected in Circe's honor. Would the god save those trees? Would he preserve their memories, their legacies? Would he leave the trees be so that lover, friend, family, foe, and stranger could stand in awe of the beauty and stories untold? His thoughts raced and his golden eyes were cloudy as he trotted towards the high field. He knew this place well, and Macaria would know it better, in time. The girl was getting such a tour of Helovia in her young age, but Archibald was not sure if she would remember these days of frantic adventure and running headlong into the unknown and trusting him, her father, her guide and protector forevermore.
"Come, Macaria, we will help them." Archibald murmured down to his sweet girl, eyes casting towards Ophelia. "Pick any flowe you'd like." the brute turned his head and smiled down at his daughter, eyes resting on the pools that so clearly mimicked his own. Lifting his head once more he looked to Phi as she plucked a flower from the ground with the help of Tinek, Loretta wagged her tail at the pair. "Macaria, this is Ophelia. A very old friend."
@[Macaria]
Through the ages of time
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
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