"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.
ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
She couldn't explain why, but the girl felt the need to seek out Kahlua.
The girl had weened herself away from Kahlua's milk as soon as possible. Grass tasted bitter and foreign, but she had forced herself to swallow every mouthful, conditioning her body to the taste regardless of how her taste-buds rallied against it. The dependency of the whole process gave the girl strength to break away. Her body might need the sustenance that Kahlua's milk provided, but the girls' mind - an organ that she valued about all others - demanded freedom and independence. So her body had perhaps been malnourished for a time, but her godly blood took care of that in no short order. Despite that fact that she had only been alive for half a season, her body looked far, far older. Already her legs had lengthened thanks to Kahlua's TB heritage, but it was not only her breeding showing through: she was older than she should have been. Accelerated somehow.
Although perhaps it was not so surprising. She was the child of the Earth God after all.
But ... she was also just a child.
For some reason she felt compelled to tell Kahlua that she had still not settled on a name. Oddly enough, she had tried to think up K names, only none came to her. The boy she had met in the woods had known a different language, and so instead of writing off the idea completely, she merely let it percolate. Perhaps there was a K name she could use in another tongue? She would not discount the idea until she had checked all relevant facts. As it was now however, nothing had come to mind.
There was also the acorn around her neck, that glowed with the encouragement of her father. Like many others she had completed his tasks with ease, with Aithniel at her side. Had Kahlua similarly completed the tasks and been rewarded? The girl wondered. She had perhaps inappropriately discounted Kahlua's knowledge of the world, but after their encounter in the Woods had rethought that position significantly. Was that what drove to the girl to the painted queen now? A desire to rectify her past judgement of her? Or was it something more? Something to do with perhaps the blood they shared?
The girl wandered through the Edge in her normal form, which was actually quite strange. Normally she traversed their shadowy and misty home in her raven form. Indeed, most of the herd more easily recognized her as such, than in her quad-horned winged form. Still, unconsciously the girl wanted to make it easier to Kahlua to notice her.
@[Kahlua] OH HAI MAM.
She had imagined motherhood as death- a trap that she could not escape, a burden that she would be unable to bear. Strangely, she had been proven wrong. Perhaps it was that her child was hardly a child at all. Most days she was a raven, flitting through the trees, a flighty creature that preferred solitude. Kahlua didn’t understand this exactly, being gregarious as she was, but she could appreciate it, in a way. And regardless of that, when her daughter was in her equine form, she would never be mistaken for a newborn. She grew faster and larger than any of the other foals Kahlua had known, perhaps a quirk gifted to her by Father Earth himself. Kahlua had no time for contemplating such oddities, but she appreciated them. Isopia was strong and independent, she did not need the queen to guide her or teach her, did not rely on the Sunshower for anything.
So it was that Kahlua, who had never imagined herself as a mother at all, found herself comfortable with the arrangement that had been struck between she and Father Earth.
As she saw her daughter ahead in the trees, the queen thus happily picked up a trot and approached the girl. She had not found time to speak with the child for some time now and it was only fair that she did afford the girl some time. Noting the glowing acorn around Isopia’s neck, the queen tossed her head slightly, feeling the weight of her own water charm in her mane. Khan had tied it there when she had been gifted, and now a small strand of her mane was permanently damp with the water that leaked from the charm. She didn’t mind- it was a gift from the gods that she would always cherish.
“Hello!” she called happily as she trotted up to her daughter, bouncing as she always did on her striped hooves. “I see your father rewarded you. Did you get a chance to speak with him?” Kahlua did not know if the child had named herself yet, but some part of her was afraid to ask. She had only asked one thing of the child. If she asked and found that the child had not obliged that one small favor… ah, well, there was no point in worrying about it anyways. Smiling contentedly, she slowed to a walk and settled in beside her daughter, proud to walk along beside her. Above them, Khan flew slowly, perhaps guarding or watching, but giving them the space that he was sure they needed.
ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge.
The happiness in Kahlua's voice made the girl bristle slightly. The demi-child had never even felt as happy as her mother sounded; not on the day she was born, the day she was rewarded by her Father, or the day she discovered her magic. The girl took in the world with a calm rationality, finding little pleasure or joy in anything. The world was far too big to be bogged down by emotions. The girl had a job to do, a world to keep in balance. She would not be distracted. It was because of that, that the girl bristled; because of the obvious disconnect between her state of mind and her mother's.
"Hello." She returned, her voice sounding sterile somehow. The girl cast a glance down at her pendant, before regarding Kahlua with her ever searching golden gaze. Shaking her quad-horned skull the girl elaborated. "No. He was very busy." She answered matter-of-factly, as if it would have been rude to try and monopolize his attention. "He was dealing with the flood after all. And Hototo's death I suppose." Oh yes. The girl knew about Hototo. Mesec had told her about him, and how he had died. She got the feeling like most viewed her as just his replacement. A necessarily creature, but not the one they wanted. The girl didn't mind, but it certainly helped to explain the odd looks that she received, and why there was so much emotional tension around her.
As they walked, the girl found how much easier it was now, especially since she had grown, to easily keep up with Kahlua. As a newborn, it took several strides to match one of her mother's, but now she strode easily and gracefully beside her. Well, almost gracefully. The girl's limbs were long, and her hind-end was taller than her shoulders, indicating that she likely had more growing to do. It seemed obvious that in time she would easily overtake her mothers height.
"I ... learned to do something." She began awkwardly, not entirely sure how to segue the conversation towards the magic she had developed and so decided simply to jump right on in. Casting a glance towards Kahlua she waited to see if the paint would be receptive. The girl didn't really know how to talk about herself, and so found the spotlight uncomfortable.
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