"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.
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They barely had enough time to wander back into the Dragon's Throat before the egg was stirring like mad. Being welcome in this desert place, they were safely escorted over the magical bridge by someone on the other side. Abraham's frantic calls had alerted a patroller to their presence, he was sure. He needed to get to the oasis before the egg hatched. He needed his siblings to witness what this glorious beauty was. Reginald had not been at Gwyneverre's hatching, only a stranger, but now the monochrome titan yearned for his wombmate to stand at his side.
Settled in at the oasis, Abraham waited. Gwyneverre carried the egg down to rest on the desert grasses, and she trilled with delight and moved around constantly, scuttling along around the egg. Delight, in bright and vibrant colors, flashes along the bond that was forming slowly as the cracks in the egg grew wider and wider. Abraham danced impatiently, tail flicking and ears pressing down into his neck. "C'mon, darling, c'moooon," he whispered, moving around in tight circles, staring down at the twitching egg. He could feel his pull towards the creature inside growing, burning in his mind and heart and melding to his already existing bond with Gwyneverre. It amazed the young colt the ability for two bonds to coexist with each other, but he welcomed the blessing and show of his strength and power with a glorious, burning smile.
After what seemed like ages the sun was beginning to dip low on the horizon, and Gwyn peeled back a piece of the egg shell. A tiny chirp from inside rang out, and Abraham caught his breath between his teeth. Peering forward, he urged Gwyn to peel off more of the shell. Obediently, with claws shaking from the excitement, Gwyneverre peeled away the egg until the babe crawled out. Bright, expressive eyes looked up at Abraham. They were a bright, reptilian green, and held wisdom far beyond the years of its small body. The scales that covered the beast were the most beautiful gold, as if she were dipped in the color of his father's eyes. The dimming light of the evening could not hide her raging beauty. The young dragon stretched her wings and yawned, looking over to the white. Gwyneverre clicked and motioned towards Abraham, nodding her larger head in encouragement. The golden tilted her head to the side some, but did as she was pressed to do so.
The hatchling jumped, suddenly, landing on Abraham's muzzle. Carefully her fingers grasped his forelock and she pulled herself up towards his twin horns. She balanced herself by grasping his base horn, and pressed her other scaley hand into the middle of his forehead, just below his spiraled horn. Closing her green eyes, and Abraham his bi-hued, the pair solidified the bond. He was older now, stronger and already bonded to one soul, therefore this time there was no pain as the heart and soul of the golden melded with his own. Sighing in delight, Abraham breathed out her name, "Brienne."
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
And you're locked inside my heart
And your melody's an art
And I won't let the terror in I'm stealing time
Through the eye of the needle
The small palomino raised her head and gazed towards the horizon. Through her left eye she could the sun setting. This was the mare’s favorite time of the day for a couple of reasons, the main ones being the beauty the sun left behind, coloring the sky and the surroundings in warm colors, contrasting the cold that settled inside of her. Secondly, it brought a relief from the heat. Even though the mare longed for warmth in her heart she preferred her skin to be cold. Often the mare wondered if the climate was the right one for her, it was definitely not what she was used to, and she wondered if she would ever get used to it. Ísfold hoped though, she liked Dragon’s Throat, and so far, she did not have a reason to leave.
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I take a deep breath before I turn away from the sunset and begin to walk towards me usual sleeping spot. So far I have just been lurking around. I have seen a few herd members in the distance but not managed to build up my courage to head over and speak with them, when I consider it a rush of anxiety rushes through me, so I try to avoid it. A part of me knows I can’t go on like this forever, but I try to ignore it. I attempt another deep breath to relieve the constant tangle that is my heart, twisted and mutilated, weighing me down each day. I close my eyes for a second as I continue to walk forward, I can feel the sadness overwhelm me and wish to hurry to my spot. However, when I open my eyes I notice an odd sight.
A dark colored equine, sporting white front legs hovers over what looks like a rock, though as I focus on it better it appears to be an egg. I can’t tell though, my left eye can only see so much. Near the equine. No. A unicorn. Near the unicorn is a white colored creature. The texture of its body is odd, scale like. My previous thoughts have been pushed to the back of my mind momentarily as I examine this odd sight. Soon a golden like creature appears as well. I assume my guess was right, it was an egg. Usually I keep my thoughts to myself, and snuff out the flame of curiosity whenever it sparks in my mind. However now I feel it overpowering. I also wonder if my solitary has reached its maximum as I feel myself taking a cautious step towards the unicorn and its creatures.
I come to a halt about three meters away from the trio. I don’t know if I have been spotted but I am fairly certain of it. As my lips part I feel the shyness build up inside of me. I had not thought much about what I would say as I approached, I had been too fascinated with the creatures. I blink a few times before I manage to croak out in a weak voice. “Hello,” I say and feel myself cower a bit. From the distance I did not realize the size of the unicorn. I don’t feel threatened, but I feel quite out of place, and I wonder if I made a huge mistake. Perhaps they wanted to be left alone. It is however too late to turn around now. “My name is Ísfold, I wouldn't be surprised if you don’t know me, I tend to lay low …”, I don’t know anyone here except Rei and assume not many know who I am either. “I hope I am not intruding, I just couldn't help but come over, I have never seen anything like this before,” I managed to say as my gaze turns towards the scaled creatures.
Mother was never far behind and father had a knack for showing up when he was least expected, but that knowledge did not stop the young girl from venturing off on her own to explore her home. Well, on her own wasn't exactly true and she was reminded of that by the pinch of Gwaihir's talons as he hopped across her small back. "Oholat!" She griped at the bird, her dark ears falling back against her head. How did her mother tolerate the bird's constant movement? It was maddening and even more so when he continued to move after she told him to be still. If it weren't for the fact that he had some kind of connection with her mother the girl would have dumped the small bird off of her back and into the sand. But mother would know and mother would be upset and mother might send her to bed without dinner.
Without dinner. The very thought was enough to make alarm bells ring in the girl's head.
It was the voice of another mare that captured Mordecai's attention and made her look around to see who it was. Her head tilted as her gaze came to rest on two much larger individuals. She began to walk toward them and as she did she could feel Gwaihir pinching her. "Nakho!" She yelled at the bird, but he only continued to pinch her harder the closer she moved until, finally, she took off at a gallop and succesfully dislodged the bird. Sand flew beneath her tiny hooves and she slowed after only a few seconds, settling for a bouncy trot that would keep Gwaihir from perching again. The trot, however, did not last long and she soon found herself standing, staring at a horned stallion and a golden thing stuck to his face.
"Fini hazi?" She breathed as she stared at it. Gwaihir squawked as he caught up with Mordecai, his wings beating furiously at her head for what she had done.
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Gwaihir okay by Laine
Translation:
Oholat! - Be still!
Nakho!- Stop!
Fini hazi? - what is that?
MORDECAI
when the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold
mountain cats will come along to drag away your bones
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Gwyneverre alerted him to the presence of the others as they approached, for the young stallion was too enraptured by the bonding process to notice or care of other souls. The golden hatchling yawned and her already dangerous teeth glittered in the light. She was a beautiful specimen, just as Gwyneverre was, and what Abraham felt to have her--to have both of them--was beyond words. There was nothing that could compare to the strength these dragons brought him in his soul and in his body. The three of them would be known throughout the world. Abraham the Leviathan and his dragons, Gwyneverre the Demolisher and Brienne...well, she was still too young to have a title, but one would come in time. Titles for queens came easily enough, and Gwyneverre's had come within her first seasons of life.
The golden crawled up towards Abraham's poll and nested down into his forelock. Small, purring trills left her chest vibrating against his head, and he knew she was content. Turning his attention to the newcomers, the massive boy listened as they spoke to him. The first, a thick but short lass, seemed to be curious about his dragons. Gwyn flapped her wings and landed on Abraham's crest, one wing up as she clung to her bonded's mane, protecting the hatchling princess. She glared at the mare with her fiery eyes, scaled lips lifting some to expose a lethal set of fangs. "Forgive her," the dark boy started, tail giving a simple flick, "she is protective of her sister. They are dragons, Gwyneverre is the white and Brienne is the gold." He turned his eyes to look at the young pegasus, and his ears flicked with curiosity. She did not speak the common Helovian tongue, it seemed. Hmm. "What're you doing?"
@[Mordecai] @[Ísfold] -- I am the absolute worst, please forgive me!
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
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[O] Do you see the world in different colors?
