"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.
Have you ever really thought about what it would be like to lose one of your senses? To have this dark weight hanging over your head? To not truly be able to understand the world the same way that everyone else seemed to. To have to rely so strongly on your other senses that it became a part of who you were?
No, I doubt you have. It doesn't really matter though. I'm used to it by now. The shock that clouds others voices when they realize that the world is just a big black hole to me. Yea. It's okay. It's a dark, big, black hole that sucks everything else away. There are days when I fumble, but for the most part I know how to get around. I can feel the way that the earth shifts. I can feel the trees blow in the wind. I can hear the rustle of trees and the cracking of pebble against hoof. I am so used to it after thousands of years. But now, since I crossed into these lands a year and a half back, I have also been able to feel my body aging again. I hadn't aged in what felt like forever and what was forever for all of you.
Aye, this doesn't matter. Why am I even rambling? Today is supposed to be a free day. A day where Ettore and I could rest and he could try and actually learn how to fly instead of crash and fall. I had ventured back into the caves - struggling to find the room of glowing moss, where I had drawn the heart to confess my love for Alleo. Aye, it's true, I cannot actually see the beautiful green glow now, but during my quest for Ettore I could. So, plastering that memory in my mind Ettore assists me in finding the exact room once more. Then, once settled inside of it, I lay down inside the heart I had drawn. It was still there, even though the moss had grown back. It was just a little lower than the rest of the moss - almost imperceptible unless you had seen it when it was fresh and knew what you were looking for.
As I lay down, I pulled some of the vines toward me in order to offer Ettore a stepstool to hop down on. But, no. Today Ettore decided that trying to run and then hop off my back might serve him better in flying. "Oro te ne occidas discat cum volare," I warned him, ears flickering to listen to the sound of his wings trying to carry his frame in the air before he landed once more, tumbling across the moss in what seemed to be a far from elegant fashion.
Yes… this 'learning how to fly' thing might take a while. Really, I should be seeing if Africa or Sohalia's companions might be willing to assist him in learning. They were all like family, perhaps it would work better. After all - I knew that I couldn't actually assist him in these endeavours.
"Oro te ne occidas discat cum volare" = "Please, don't kill yourself while learning how to fly."
@[Roskuld]
Rasta
you're my downfall, you're my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and
blues - i can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you
Long story short, Chico got me fucked up, son.
Short story long—okay so what had happened was, I was telling Chico about the world some more when we stumbled upon these…leaves. And he had wanted to nibble them but I was suspect and in the cute little lizard way he has he got me to try them before he did, and basically I was right not to let him try them, but the downside was I was fried.
You fucker.
You were laughing the whole time, too. Like, not real laughter, obviously, because lizards don’t do that. Actually your face stays pretty blank most of the time; you just have wide eyes and sometimes your mouth opens and you’ve got a little pink tongue and if I wasn’t feeling the shit that comes out of your head you’d be just a blank little cutie-pie, huh? Except not, except I know how shitty you actually are, and you thought it was just the best thing in the world that I was stumbling around and that the colors I was seeing were skewed and that my speech was slurred and I was giggling way too much to be okay and…
…and uh…
….what…what were we talking about?
….
…No, seriously, I’m lost.
look at you, just fucking laughing at me, like “WHAAAT DIS BITCH JANKED OFF HER ASS” and obviously you weren’t saying that because lizards don’t talk but your head flashed with these snide-ass emotions and OH YEAH THAT’S WHAT THE FUCK I WAS TALIKNG ABOUT.
So uh, I kinda stumbled my ass down to the place again—you know, the place where the things happened and I had fallen in so many more ways than one. But the closer I got to that room, the more painful my heart pulled, and I realized I wasn’t ready for it. So, ignoring your questioning thoughts, I took a different turn down a different hallway and I came to another glowing room, but it was glowing in a different way than the crystals had.
It was glowing with life.
It was glowing with moss.
“Fuck no, I’m not trying any o’ this,” I slurred in annoyance, as you wiggled up and down my face in obvious excitement, the dare in your mind clear. “I c’n walk all of two steps in one direction without bustin’ my ass and you still try’na get me turnt.” I snickered, and the snicker turned into a full-blown laugh, because I was still roasted. “This shit’ll kill me, prolly,” I mused, leaning on a thing for balance (was it a tree? Was it a rock? Fuck it I’m high). “Or uh…guess I shit green glowing things or whatever,” I continued, because suddenly the thought captivated the both of us, and we were both wondering if my stomach would glow if I tried osme of the moss and I was just muzzling my way to the nearest bunch when we saw the Big White Thing on the ground.
“Fuck is that?” I said to myself, except I was wrecked, so it was more like damn-near screamed in the cavernous expanse of this cove. You slithered down to the end of my nose for a better look, and your teeny-tiny heartbeat offered images in my brain—suggestions. “Nah, it ain’t no mushroom,” I said, my eyebrow cocked as I focused my blurry vision on the thing not too far from us.
Then something flopped around, a smaller dark shadow in the vicinity, and I jumped and you were jerked a little on my face and I could feel you smiling against me.
*"Oro te ne occidas discat cum volare.”*
“Oh shit it’s talking,” I said, my eyes bugging out as I crept closer to the tree/rock/thingamajig to try and hide and be stealthy (like they hadn’t already spotted my conspicuous ass long before then, jeez). I squinted my eyes and you laughed at me, and I peered at the white thing laying on the ground, and not once did I suspect it was a mare.
[Here have a fried Ros on a stick <3]
talk
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes</style>
Yea, so let's be honest. It had been very peaceful until this raging lunatic stumbled in. Ettore was slowly beginning to get the hand of flying- at least managing a foot before he would plummet and then roll along the soft moss. My head shot up immediately, looking over at the thing that was screaming and asking what I was. There is a huff, as I speak and Ettore flounders back toward me before I clamber to my feet.
Aye. I could feel it's movements - the way that the creature tried to hide behind a tree not far from me. Even if she had hidden well, her movements were enough vibrations to alert me to the fact that this mare was behind the tree. "Come out," I said, quiet - though it still resounded off of the walls (though dampened just a little by the moss). "I know you're there, it is difficult not to when you scream," I said, a flick of my tail before my body inches in just a little closer to the tree.
Meanwhile, Ettore continue to hop around on the ground chirping - hoping to assist in coaxing the strangely coloured creature out from her hiding place. Yep, this would be interesting. Very interested. And I sincerely hoped that this other mare would not continue to scream - for really, it was not pleasant. Far, far from being pleasant. "My name is Rasta, and this is Ettore... you can come out now," I tried to coax - completely at home in these lands, in this cave.
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