"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.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves
The boat ride was not a relaxing experience for the shadow mare. For all that the rooms were pretty and the atmosphere welcoming, she just didn't have the peace of mind to stop and admire the architecture of the ship, nor the lush insides. All her focus was on the horses that came and went through the bowels of the wooden structure, horses big and small, young and old in every pattern, shade and color imaginable. But despite her searching, despite her looking and hoping and pleading she caught no sight of her son, saw no flash of silver coat, back-swept horn nor silken wings, and by the time the storm abated and they were allowed to embark, Shadow's nerves were at their breaking point.
She hurried off the ship as soon as she could and stared at each and every horse that queued past into a fresh, vibrantly green world that was the same yet fundamentally different from before, blind the the splendor around her as she waited for him, and for them, the ones who had offered to help her search.
Upon spotting them the pegasus bared down on them, not angry so much as she was tense and worried but with such intensity about her that the taught expression and ruffled feathers could easily be mistaken as such.
"You!" she snapped at the leopard-spotted mare that had first offered aid, "Well? Did you see him, have you found him? Was he on the ship?"
Even as she asked Shadow looked around for Ampere, amulets of both sun and moon and earth clattering in her newly cleaned, groomed and braided mane for every swift turn. She needed to catch the blue-eyed troublemaker, had to drag every last detail about Kari from her if she wouldn't offer them voluntarily. They might be old friends and Shadow might be indebted to Ampere for saving her in the past, but all of that was void if it turned out that the firebrand was responsible for her sons... for Kari's...
No more responsible than myself though, who let him out of my sight in the first place, a small voice whispered in the back of her mind. Shadow shook her head as she kept snapping her attention between her targets.
Hope was a painful thing, guilt just as bad. But perhaps the most dreadful of feelings was that of love, the aching, burning curse that just wouldn't leave her alone no matter how much she told herself that she was foolish for still feeling.
The gnawing worry of Shadow's sharp stare continued to wear on Ampere as she and her son sheltered in a room during the upheaval of the drowned land. In that time she frequently asked herself questions which she couldn't answer, chief among which was why hadn't she pursued the disappearance of the child? He had never showed up for their patrol, although she had purposefully tried to outfly the child, angry at being partnered with a foal of all things. When he hadn't come she'd assumed he'd stayed home, looked after by one of the more, motherly mares of the Throat.
She could have looked for him though. She patrolled often enough, and had never found him then, but hadn't been seeking him either. Of course he wasn't the first to abruptly leave, horses came and went of their own accord all the time, but at his age he deserved some looking after, especially given that Ampere had thought his mother to be dead following the infection of the land. It was chaotic times for everyone, she tried to reassure herself, but to no avail.
When the boat finally settled and she had seen her own son to a safe return home with friends, Ampere looked for Shadow, which wasn't hard. Her frantic voice was calling our brashly to Rei. Ampere hesitated, guilt drying her throat and churning her gut, but she wouldn't fail this same family again. Strengthening herself, the Mother of Companions (not foals, to be clear), strode towards the dark mare, a shadow of her past. "Any sign of him?" she asked, hopeful, but she already knew the answer just by looking at the mare, it was just a way to start them talking. After a pause, an with quiet tone, "Shadow, I'm sorry. Can I help?"
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves
Her gaze was drawn to the blue eyed mare like a moth to flame, only this time Ampere was the fluttering bug, unable to resist the blaze of purple eyes, set deep within their sockets. Inky lips joined in a tense line as Shadow turned to her old friend, too many feelings raging through her to put words on them all. It probably wasn't this mare's fault that her son was missing, not the Mother's responsibility to keep track on someone else's child. Yet for all that she tried to be understanding, patient and forgiving, all the wraith could think of was how Ampere had been there, known Kari disappeared, and done absolutely nothing about it.
"No" she replied tonelessly, ears slanting backwards into the coarse mane; the single word was a scream of agony, a blow to the face, a silent plea for aid and the vicious teeth of a wounded wolf. You dare to ask? Haven't you done enough already?
"What could you do at this point, Ampere? Just tell me where and when you last saw him and I will keep looking. You have your own child to think about, do you not?" She threw a pointed glance around after the one-winged babe, every syllable biting and bitter. Hope you're better at taking care of your own blood than you are of safeguarding others.
She knew she was being unfair, cruel, unnecessarily judgmental. Shadow knew it, yet for all that she regretted it she couldn't curb the edge of her own tongue. The poison bled from her heart and stained the tongue in hues of black and red, honest joy for her once savior's happiness became spoiled by raging, vicious jealousy and anger as her own loss became all the more apparent - all the more painful. Because even as she exchanged words with good samaritans her love kept burning strong, stoking the fires of hope. Her eyes kept searching even when the head knew it was highly unlikely that her boy would show up at this point, that he likely was dead since long ago and she would probably never see him again.
The response came like a shot fired, the slug sinking heavily into the curvature of Ampere's heart. In response her ears fled, much like her legs wanted to do, finding respite in the shadows cast by her mane. It would have been enough then, to sag beneath the weight of Shadow's disappointment, to boil under the heated gaze of her purple wrath, to drift in the abyss of their lost friendship. Yet Shadow pursued the wounded animal that was Ampere, her words weapons which cast too many cuts to equal an eye for an eye. Backed into a corner of self-hatred and despair, Ampere's teeth grit together with determined defiance, her own anger rising inside like bile.
"I could help!" she shot back, feathers lifting like a dark wave upon her back, before resettling. "I saw him last but I am not the one responsible," came her words like a growl, the echo of them caught in the glowering stare of blue that Ampere returned. It came out faster than she realized, this retaliation born of guilt and stifled unhappiness, similar to the sharpness that honed Shadow's ire.
Catching herself Ampere quieted, apology flashing in the ocean of her gaze, a step taken away - a retreat. Why didn't I do more? she asked not for the first, and likely not the last time.
"We were patrolling in the Ancient Rotunda... though I never saw him once I left the Throat." Ampere began after a moment of silence, her words barely breaking the quiet. It wasn't much, what she gave... just an emptiness left by the forgotten child. She'd help look though, help find.
Find.
Ampere's eyes widened with recognition. Feathers bristled in her haste as Ampere abruptly grinned, her magic working on invisible strands of unseen electricity to unsheathe a dagger from its place at her back. Clumsy with the newfound tool she almost shot it out at the dark mare as she swung it around in front of her, but reigned in back in rapidly, its bony weight hovering before them. "This!" she exclaimed, incomprehensible in her excitement. "This can help us find him." Confidently Ampere reached out to her knife, her words like butterflies coating its jagged length. "Find, Kari," she bade of it, watching for its point to turn and lead them true.
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HP: 42
